#i am in a red and mr black sandwich

[allmyandroids]

James Spader as Mr. Black - Shorts (2009)

[hikarry]

Consider: Aziraphale finding out about the Montero video clip

"Angel!" Oh dear. Whenever he sounded this excited it was never good news. "Do yourself a favor and sit down, yes?"

"Yes. Good morning to you too, my dear."

"Uhum." Aziraphale was not exactly used to being manhandled, but whatever was on Crowley’s mind and was causing whatever frenetic energy this was, made him very inclined to indeed force the angel to sit down on the big chair, holding him by the shoulders and pushing him down very unceremoniously. "I found something hilarious."

"Is that so?" Crowley sat on the arm of the chair, crossing his legs in a probably not very comfortable position, but after 6000 years Aziraphale was of the opinion the demon had not a single bone in his corporation.

With a swift motion he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and typed something quickly. Aziraphale was looking at the phone, more out of politeness than anything else. He had no idea what was going on on that tiny screen.

"Yes." Crowley couldn't help but snort, even though the supposedly funny thing was not on display yet. "It's a song. An oldish one at that, I don't know how I didn't find it earlier."

"Oh, bebop?" The angel let his body relax against the back rest of the chair. "You know you and I have very different tastes when it comes to music."

The demon clicked his tongue in response, quite clearly not paying enough attention to form proper words. He snorted again when he finally found whatever it was he was looking for.

"The song isn't the point. It's catchy, but not my thing." He leaned over Aziraphale, arm against arm, putting the phone in front of both of them. "I will give you 5 seconds to guess what is it we are looking at."

"5 seconds? That's sound a little unfair, don't you th-" Too late, the video had began. Aziraphale actually made an effort to try and amuse Crowley, just this once. There were a lot of clouds and very vibrant colors. Some type of garden with Greek like ruins. "A garden? In Greece?"

"A garden, yes. In Greece, no. Keep watching. Last chance."

The video kept rolling and Aziraphale could physically feel how constricted like a spring ready to jump Crowley was becoming beside him.

"Oh, a snake! It has your colors, doesn't it? Are black and red snakes natural in nature?"

"Focus, angel."

Right, focus.

"It's a big snake."

"Yes. A snake. In a garden. Hm?"

"Yes, I can see it, Crowley. I'm not-" Okay, yes. Snakes didn't usually turns into humanoid creatures. In a garden...gasp. "Is this supposed to be the Garden of Eden?! And you?!"

"No, not me. Inspired by me, more like. But yes! Exactly!"

"The Garden didn't look anything like that. Greek architecture had not been invented back then yet."

"And pink grass had?"

"...Do I show up?"

"Nah. There's enough songs about angels."

"I beg to-." Right, stuff was going down hill. "They...turned you quite sexual, didn't they?"

"Not me. Inspired by me." Yes, details. "And I am the demon of Temptation. What's more tempting than sex?"

"A good Oscar Wilde first edition, for starters." Aziraphale mumbled, but Crowley clearly heard.

"Right. Oscar Wilde. I thought we were talking about me."

"I thought you said it wasn't you?"

"Ngk. Technically not me. Anyway, that's what I wanted to show you. But-" He pulled the video forward slightly. "Let me show you what humans are doing with the imagery of Lucifer nowadays."

"Is he...going to Hell down a pole?"

"You've heard of pole dancing?"

"Yes. Mrs. Sandwich enlightened me." The angel adjusted the glasses on his nose, leaning slightly forward so he could look closer at the video. "Didn't you have some boots like those back in the 80s?"

"Myeah. Similar."

"I never saw you wearing them again. Whatever happened to them?"

"Probably in the flat somewhere. I haven't been female for a hot second."

"Your point?"

Crowley looked down at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you saying you can't wear them anymore because you've been male for 4 decades?"

"Well-"

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but," he pointed at the video. "That looks like a young man to me."

"Hm. Touché."

"What is he doing now?"

"That's called a lap dance."

"He is dancing in the lap of Satan?"

"Maybe he would have been a better boss if he had been given a couple of lap dances between the millennia."

"...is this allowed?"

"I don't see why not. I like the sense of humor." As the video ended, he put it back again on his back pocket.

"I was right. It was bebop."

"As I said: not my thing either." Aziraphale folded his hands on his lap, the movement being closely watched by the demon besides him.

"I see you are still inspiring generations. Humans always did make interesting artwork with your resemblance." Crowley didn't answer. Aziraphale stayed quiet a couple more moments, waiting for him to say something. "Crowley?"

"Yeah. So. Hm." He seemed to have been snapped out of his own thoughts, laying his hands on his knee and slightly leaning towards the angel. "About those boots-"

[dvredevil-s-initivls]

Biased

Aka : a self indulgent Matt Murdock fanfic that has been stuck in my head. You’re a jury counsellor and with a single night he changes your decision

Characters : Matt Murdock, jury Y/N

Warnings : oral (f receiving) unprotected sex,piv sex , Matt Murdock, slow burn

“The jury should not be biased by one or another attorney and their choice”

“Melanie, I told you. I left the earring on my bedside table, I don’t know where it went and that’s it! And i don’t know anyone else except you who lives in our apartment!” You sighed. Your roommate had taken your hoop earring but she didn’t wanna accept it.

It was a hot day for New York . The heavy air of July bothered the people as you went back to the courthouse after eating your lunch (a 15 dollars sandwich with extra iceberg salad ).

Your job wasn’t that hard, although it was picky. Almost everything depended on you and that weight on your shoulders was heavy. How the person’s life will go depends on you. That thought was eating you from the inside since you actually got the job for court jury. The case you were working on for now, was one of your biggest. A woman had killed her husband and lover, burying them in the back garden. Apparently her excuse was “that both of them had cheated” . Ugh, what a skunk.

Your former superior, Blake tower was fighting against some unknown firm, “Nelson & Murdock” . You thought that tower’s point of view was the right one and that the woman should go to jail, but she just continued saying that she didn’t kill them, but confronted them.

After a while you and your coworkers had decided on a break which led you here, sitting in the lounge room of NY’s courtroom, arguing on the phone with Mel and her friends.

Someone with a tall figure approached you, a cane in his hand. You realized it was that other attorney, mr. Murdock. “Uhh, I’ll call you back, Mel.” You put your phone to the side, helping the man sit on the chair in front of you. “I believe you’re Y/L/N, right? I wanted to talk to you about the DA, Tower.” He said, his voice confident and low. He was handsome, and somehow, he knew it. His chin was always high ahead, voice lingering over people’s minds. His hair a dark brown, eyes hidden by ruby red glasses. He was very attractive if we gotta be true, face like a painting. His tongue came out to lick his lips, waiting for you to answer. “Uh, yeah. What about him?” You snapped out of your trance . “I think he’s wrong in this situation. My client has the right to say that she didn’t murder them. But- ah. Sorry, you must’ve just gotten your lunch?” He asked. ‘How did he know?’ Eh, anyways. “Y-yeah. But it’s fine. Why do you think so, you sure?” You question. He told you that his business partner was going to give the best defence in court history, making you laugh. “Hey uhh, I know this makes no sense, but do you mind if you went on a dinner with me? J-just to change your mind of course.”he asked.

You questioned a bit but accepted, settling down to the same night.

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It was 6pm, an hour away from your dinner with Matt Murdock, but you were nervous. Never choosing between a black dress that hugged your thighs and brang you luck or a dark red dress with a leg slip. You pondered for a while and put on the red dress, make up already done. ‘Why am I even doing this.He’s blind’ you asked yourself. But you felt good, confident, sexy , even. He made you feel that way.

You took your bag and shouted to Melanie in the bathroom “MELLS, You are gonna be gone till midnight, kay?” . You wanted the two of you to be alone if he actually came. Just in case. You heard her murmur something under the sound of loud music and took it as a “yess” or an “okayyugh “ .

Contently, you walked out with your small bag, wearing scandal black heels. ‘Tower wouldn’t be very happy to see me like this. Well, good that I’m going over to some unknown jazz house I guess.’ You thought as you got in the cab you called, almost singing the address he gave you.

As you walked up to the door he opened it for you. He looked magnificent, suit tidy and glasses that matched your dress. “Hi.” He said, grinning. “Hi hello” you said, voice drowning in the loud chello.

“Our table is somewhere over there. Apparently.” He stated , you giggling at his words.

The dinner went better than you thought, everything sweet and smooth . He gave you a couple reasons that his client didn’t commit the murder and you replied with a “I’ll think about changing my opinion, Murdock.” You guys talked about your work, craziest cases and where you went to university. And soon enough you guys were full of fries and enjoying the light music that twirled around the room, making the whole situation more romantic than it should’ve been. You agreed with him on some points and yes, there were some holes in Tower’s words but you still didn’t believe him.

“You know, it’s getting pretty late, we have a case to worry about tomorrow so uhh…” you hoped he would offer to escort you home. And maybe, just maybe he could read your mind in braille because that’s exactly what he asked to do.

You were chatting in the taxi, up until your apartment’s door and- god, his lips looked so kissable, soft and red. So beautiful, his whole figure was beautiful, broad shoulders and biceps that were hugged just right by his shirt.

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned a little closer to you, magnified by each other. And in one moment of heavy breathing and a little luck, his hand caressed your face, pulled you in. The kiss was passionate, all teeth and tongue. You had thought about the attorney since you met him a few cases ago but never thought it would end like this. As he deepens the kiss, you let your hands wander through his hair , he pushed your apartment door open. His hands on your waist, neck, in your hair. He was everywhere, his cologne, the faint smell of Oakwood, warm coffee and light alcohol. As he walks you two through your apartment,you pull your legs against his waist and hold his neck for support, and as he gets your hint, his hands snake up to hold you at your thighs. Strangely enough, he found his way around your apartment better than you, especially for a blind. drunk. man that has never been at your place before. But you didn’t really care at that moment because his mouth on yours was the only thing you could think about and the way that his smell intoxicated you. 

As he put you down on your couch, he took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. And you? You were enjoying the sight of Matt Murdock and those rolled up sleeves. “I really would like to finish off this fine evening with maybe pleasing you?” his words sent a pleasing shiver down your spine “Of course, only if you’d like. I can leave anytime, just-” you stopped his babbling with another kiss, drawing him in by his tie. And that seemed to finish him off, because as he growled into the kiss, pushing your legs apart, the leg slip of your dress pulling up between your legs. “I’ll take that as a yes, then” he smiled through the kiss, pulling you to the edge of the couch. He pulled your dress up and took a breath, your natural smell invading him. And he fucking loved it. Pointing his attention to your now soaked panties, he licked his lips, his senses tasting you in the air. He moaned groaned at your smell, pushing your legs further apart and breathing you in.

Then he pushed your underwear out of the way and devoured the absolute shit out of you.

And as he did so, you let out the most obsene noises, little whimpers and whines, then desperate moans. He licked a long stripe up from your core to your now throbbing clit, relishing in the fact that you were oh so wet for him,tasting you and diving in you like a mad man. But you could tell he was also enjoying this, by the groans he let out, that made you thighs shake. You tried to suppress your noises, but he was having none of that. Painfully, he withdrew his head away from you cunt, looking in your general direction, grabbing your chin. “Try to be quiet again and see what happens.” Your bottom lip quivering, you made a mental note to be as vocal as possible. He lowered his face and delved into you again. Devouring you like a man starved, adding his god shaped- hands to the mix. One palm gripping your thigh, at the little crease right before your ass, other one snaking to you cunt. Relishing in the hot feel of his tongue on you, not expecting those two cold fingers prodding at your core. Silent laughs at the little gasps you dropped as his fingers entered you. You looked down at him, feeling him knuckle deep, snug in your tight pussy. His mouth closed around your clit and he started sucking. And there you were, sitting there, thinking ‘this is it. i died and i’m in heaven.’ until he started moving with his fingers. Stretching them, scissoring you made your brain clear out of everything, thick fingers curling to find your g-spot and abuse it. He was mumbling something unintelligible, the vibrations giving you that delicious friction .Feeling a tight knot grip your stomach, you tried to warn Matt , but all that you could mutter between moans was a weak “M-Mattyy… ‘mma..” before you were coming undone around his fingers. Letting you ride through your orgasm, he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, slowing down the pace.

Murmuring praises, he kisses your clit, earning a jolt from your thighs and a mear whimper. Biting his way up your body, wasting time at your breasts, licking up the valley between them, until he was face to face with you, dark brown eyes unfocused and warm, the slight shimmer on his lips from your essence made you delve in. Kissing him, you tasted yourself on his tongue, salty and draft. Trying to get his belt off, you struggled, earning a chuckle from Matt. As he made quick work of sliding it through his hands and throwing it on the floor, pants following through. He towers over you, immediately making you feel small, causing blood to rush to your cheeks. He smirks, cradling your face in his hand. “Don’t get shy on me sweetheart, we’re jus’ getting started.” Pupils dilating, you look at his very obvious dick print, trying to figure out exactly how big he is. Almost answering your question, he takes the slacks off too, his impressive size slapping against his stomach. You feel your mouth salivating, but before you could get to your knees, he grabs your thighs, moving you to sit on top of his lap, crossing your hands to the couch behind his neck, trapping you in and suddenly all you can see, sense, feel was him, him, him.

He slowly slides your folds open with his tip, a wet squelch being heard. You whine, eliciting an amused sound and an “Eager, aren’t you, pretty thing?”, causing a moan to escape from within your throat. He slides in, the stretch burning slightly, making you let out a strangled sound. He stiffens, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you still. “Are you okay?” the words fade in front of your ears, the haze his dick put you in keeping you in your own Matt-Murdock-s-cock bubble. “Yeah… please. Please, Matt.” you let out a meak attempt to keep the moans in as he pushes in to the hilt, staying as still as he can. Once you feel stretched enough, you clench, once, hearing the groan (™️) that erupts from deeply in his chest. “Don’t tease me like that, fuuuuck…” Matthew grips at your ass, slowly moving you up and down, finding a rhythm the both of you could keep up. As soon as you feel confident enough, you push your sweaty face from his chest, where it had been lying till then. Gripping the headrest for dear life, you start slowly riding him, adjusting to his girth. Slowly letting your jaw fall, you can no longer contain the groans and whines of the lawyer’s name. A deep growl grows from his chest, the vibrations making you mewl on your own.

“Ma-atthew! I-” you attempt, but after hearing his searing “shh, I know sweetheart. J-just relax f’me.”, you let it come to you, drenching his cock in your juices, letting your head fall to his neck. You can feel him clenching his jaw, veins on his neck visible, as he painfully pulls out of you, releasing his load on his stomach. You stand there for a little while, letting each other catch their breath. You close your eyes for a little bit, letting yourself relax in his sticky, sweaty, but warming touch. Not later after that, you’re both cleaned up and in bed, cuddling. You don’t exactly know what that makes you two, but you don’t wish to worry about it right now. Not now. Not when his warm forearms are wrapped tightly around your stomach, leg draped over yours, securing you, in a way.

Some time in the night you’re woken up by a very low-toned Matt, saying something. "Your roomate just came home...drunk." Murmuring a curse, you cuddle deeper in his embrace, catching the warm chuckle that spreads through his chest and envades yours.

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In the morning, you're waken up by an alarm, but it's not yours. Hearing a familiar groans, your eyes prickle with the sun beaming on you,and you crinkle a smile, seeing a very disheveled Matt Murdock trying to find his phone in the bundle of clothes you left from last night. Your door is bright open and Mellany springs through it, bringing both of you coffee, and with a bright smile on her face (and a wiggle of her eyebrows) gives you back the other golden hoop earring. You stand up, going to get your clothes, enjoying the silent morning, nothing too loud, which is weird, by the fact that the crappy apartment that you rented is in the heart of the real Hell's Kitchen.

"So... are we going to repeat this sometime?" you hear him, loud and clear. "We'll see how it goes, Murdock. But for now, we have a case to finish."

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[ms0milk]

𝟕 | 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"Caramel hathos fills your mouth when red eyes let you breathe again."

cw remember when i told you to trust me? angry bkg, angry y/n, shouting, some manhandling. repeated use of "sir" nonsexually though bkg does briefly take pleasure in your power imbalance. y/n's patience is unmatched bless her heart. civil teammates -> enemies. my favorite closing lines ive ever written 2.1k

this chapter officially concludes a hymn to black water part 1, thank you for reading this far with me! and have no fear, part 2 will begin next week :) can't take a break from this story who am i kidding it's just getting good

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She’s been terrorizing you for the better part of the evening. Doctor Chiyo Shuzenji, Takoba’s infamous: Recovery Girl. An evening meant to be spent finding clothes and dinner and Prince Bakugou’s guest chambers so that you could take up sentry outside of his room.

How could you begin to thank him? Declarations and taken knees occupy the gray space in your brain between constant kisses and ramblings about antivenom. You’re held hostage on hospital linens with thoughts of protective canonfire rage.

“And when I got back– poof! Injured Alderans keep me up all night, I leave for one blessed hour, and come back to six empty beds.”

There’s nothing you can say to appease the doctor as a plate of tea sandwiches is thrust into your lap and the kisses begin again. Your companions were moved to their permanent rooms sometime in the throne room-interim and you were just as surprised to come back to a hospital empty of their warmth as you were to hear such a commanding voice come out of such a tiny woman. Shuzenji's magic bubbles at the surface of your skin like it would be comforting if she wasn’t so agitated.

“How you even managed to stay conscious is– it’s– you’re lucky the adrenaline didn’t course the poison straight to your heart! And the prince! Summoning you from the hospital of all places–”

“My prince?” You interrupt with half a mouth full of bread.

She shakes her head, “The little Todoroki.”

“I thought I was summoned by the queen?”

“My queen is not so stupid.”

You submit to treatment again quietly and nurse the plate of food Shuzenji had rushed from the kitchens for you. Was Prince Todoroki in the crowd today? Does he look like his mother? Spiderlace has webbed across your image of the queen and naught but her thin silver hair can be seen behind it.

The doorknob jumps as the doctor pours herself into your discharge instructions, and when she thinks the champion is the one trying to sneak inside again she huffs at the opening door,

“Mr. Eijirou, if you interrupt this examination one more time–”

It felt cruel to make Kirishima watch so you told him to go find his room and something to eat after he escorted you back upstairs. You told him that you would be perfectly fine for the night. He poked his head inside every now and then when you made a particularly loud yelp at the doctor’s prodding, but left to go find dinner an hour ago. He even said goodnight and slipped your halberd inside by candlelight.

“Kirishima, really I’m–”

“Eh?”

The grunt opening the door doesn’t match the person you thought had been knocking, and not only that. Instead of Kirishima, and his big soft worry, the prince emits a cloud of vex so thick that you taste metal. He mouths confusion at the scene. 

“Perfect timing Katsuki, you’re next.” Shuzenji beckons him inside from her seat at your bed. He closes the door again wordlessly.

Chasing Prince Bakugou down a Takoban hallway is not going to make it into your daily report, partly because it’s indecent, and mostly because there’s no proper way to recall hunting a prince like game sport.

“Highness, please wait!” Chasing though, is a generous description. You’re more just walking quickly and rather close behind.

As doctor Shuzenji tried to hobble after him, images of the prince hurling diplomats flashed in vivid memory and you sat the old woman back in her seat. You wouldn’t put it past him to launch tiny old women someplace very far away indeed.

“My prince, please–”

“Please what,” Bakugou growls when you’ve finally pushed him past the shallow threshold of avoidance and squarely into confrontation. You couldn’t drown in the shoals of his patience for how very dry they are.

When he stops marching and turns to you his shoes catch sparks before his words do, “You are not my guard and certainly not my companion– leave me be or die.” And the honesty of his violence stalls your image of protection.

The chase has taken you from the hospital wing and into that wide foyer under skylights and for hours now the moon above has effortlessly outshone candles. Competing lights illuminate only white marble and a blue hallway runner, with no other decoration to fight over but the two of you standing in front of each other.

“The doctor,” you slow down fast enough to leave the prince a wide berth but still stumble over words in remembering names, “she– Shuzenji needs to finish her examination. I’m–”

“No one needs anything from me, least of all you.”

Why is he upset? When the prince snaps at you, as he has done a hundred little times over the past few days, he makes a point to swell. He thinks he’s very clever. He’ll dip his chin into the modest curve of your body and tower over you, as if you aren’t already trying as hard as you can to make him feel big.

“It’s important that the doctor sees you, sir.” One of his red eyes twitches a bit by the brow when you call him sir, and you add it to the list of things you’ve done to piss him off, “Please come with me.”

The prince settles with his hands in his pockets, “And if I don’t?” He’s on the precipice of a smirk when he continues, “Are you gonna make me?”

Did Doctor Shuzenji let you chase after him because the headache might kill her? “No,” you frown, “of course not.”

The moon is so bright through the windows above you that the candles can only throw limp shadows across the subtle bones of Bakugou’s cheeks. He doesn't up straight. His broad shoulders round in on you in a generous size difference as you attempt to avoid the eye contact he hates so much. He cocks his head. There are no clocks or bells inside the castle and still the oppressing awareness of time makes you feel as if you are running out of it; fifteen years crush you under their weight in a second. Fifteen years living together in Aldera castle and only two conversations to show for it. Three, if this game he’s playing counts as conversation.

“Go to bed then.” The prince still manages to look menacing in white linen and woolen slippers and he throws words like dung, “Go anywhere away from me.”

When he turns around to skulk back into the dark you don’t mean to say anything at all and you’re sure you don’t. You’re sure you’re only staring after him- watching his earrings catch the last of the moonlight before turning down a dark corridor.

“Why did you come back?”

Bakugou is also sure you didn’t just speak up again, but still he stalls under an archway and creaks his neck back to you all the same. Your question hangs in the stretch of white hall.

You’re hungry, you are delusionally hungry and drunk on Shuzenji’s magic because nothing under heaven, not even the end of the world, could possess you to to pick a fight with this man, and you must have been drugged or, or you’re still exhausted or wounded, anything. The prince is advancing on you now because of course he is.

He’s charging. He growls so low it’s almost a whisper, “Stand at attention.”

Bakugou doesn’t leave any space between you when he approaches this time. His hair has been knocked into every direction gravity will let it fly, but mostly it falls over menacing red eyes and beads of blood between sharp tooth and bitten lip. Jeanist really deserves a medal; even three-hundred miles away, he is right as always. Staring is an incorrigible habit of yours.

“You get concussed in that crowd?” The prince’s voice is still bitingly quiet when he thrusts a palm against your collar to test how much pressure you’ll withstand before failing his orders to stay still. Your dragonbone broach digs into your chest.

“Please excuse me.”

There’s no way to tell how short a fuse you’ve cut for yourself now, so you continue standing exactly at attention, the same way you’ve spent more hours of your life than you’ve spent sleeping. Your fingers don’t so much as twitch with a pulse while you hold them at your sides under squared shoulders. His eyes graze your cheeks.

“Aldera sent me a beaten puppy as a babysitter on mission that has taken years off my fucking life.”

“I only–”

“Only what?!” Bakugou reaches forward and snatches a bit of your nightgown skirt in his fist. You’re jerked suddenly against his chest in his anger, “You’re fucking naked! “You represented Aldera in a nightgown and now you’re chasing me down the hall with your body sketched in satin for any plum, fae, or stray cat to ogle at their shiteating leisure!”

It hasn’t quite clicked, until now. The reason why the prince hates you. He releases your skirts and clenches crackling fists at his sides, “What did I tell you about those creepy fucking eyes?”

You don’t mean to stare this time, and you’ve tried so hard, for days you’ve tried, not to look at him, but for the first time since your bloody meeting in the countryside he is finally, truly, looking at you and the eye contact conjures up nothing but static.

It didn’t even make any sense, how someone you’ve never so much as shared a meal with could feel anything strong towards you, negative or otherwise. But it was clear inside the throne room today and you were just too stupid to see anything past the blue silk cloak gathered like a gift for you in his arms.

The prince was never concerned for your safety. He is embarrassed by you.

“What did I say?” Caramel hathos fills your mouth when red eyes let you breathe again.

You glare unabashedly deer-like from the space between your bodies where ire is so thick you could grasp it. At his eyes, his lovely ash lashes and the downward quirk of a snarl. Bold of him, to call you naked in linens that barely hide his chest.

“Apologies.” And for the first time those words burn when they come out of you. Like a lie. You lower your gaze. Bow your head too.

It is the slightest consolation that Bakugou forgot, in his anger, that he’s pulled you close enough for gold to glint clearly in your periphery. His jewelry is artifact forever in the forest somewhere, so the earrings he’s wearing are yours. His mother’s– your little gold suns jerk and tremble with his temper.

If he remembered he was wearing your charity, he would shout again, but his fury has gone smug at your concession so he presses on,

“Did Jeanist not teach you to say anything else?”

Your fingers twitch at the mention of the name.

“Well? Go on, five days together and you still haven’t introduced yourself to your prince.”

Even with your eyes to the floor you can catch a sneer in the tips of his voice. Bakugou is so close that his breath pricks the skin of your bare neck.

“Put on a show.”

He doesn’t let you move away from him. When you step one foot back he comes one step forward. You take your skirts in subtle fists and bend your knees in a curtsey, and you anticipate his single huff of laughter before it even escapes him.

“Y/n. Apprentice to the Master Jeanist, Head of Royal Guard. Subject of the Alderan Queen, bound by blood and at your service, my prince.”

“Is that all?”

It goes against natural impulse not to watch the thing that is trying to kill you, closely, and it’s a struggle to keep your eyes down when the prince’s body is so close you can count each embroidered stitch of his bedclothes. Years ago, when Jeanist allowed you to work in the castle, on your own shifts without supervision, the queen would stop when her path crossed your post. She’d call your name and you would answer immediately, though eyes down like you’d been told to do. In these early days she crouched in front of you, cape, gown, armor and all, to try and take a peek at your face, or lift your head up with a finger under the chin.

“Pretty eyes, Y/n. Don’t cast them down for anyone.”

Bakugou has your chin now, in a tight hot hand. He jerks your head up hard enough to make you flinch, and gods he’s growling, rumbling like a machine, at both your lack of response and the fact that you haven’t left yet. The pair of you stare.

“Fuck off, Y/n.”

It is your every itching instinct to strike him.

“Yes, sir.”

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[thatphsycopath]

First Meeting

Everyone complains about their jobs. Restaurant workers complain about rude customers, teachers complain about parents or other teachers, office workers complain about long hours in an office with blank walls that are so boring they just might go insane. But I mean, come on, every hallway looking exactly the same completely void of paintings or any form of life; everyone wearing boring suits and dresses for “professionalism”; the never spoken of understanding that it’s not personal it’s just business. God, it just makes me want to puke.  

Even now, sitting in the mess hall shoving a cold ham sandwich in my mouth, I can’t stand the blank white wall in front of me. Why did the Commission even choose white anyway? Are they really that unoriginal or are they going for the subtle symbolism of their correcting the timeline to be pure? If they’re being honest maybe they should add a splash of red, be honest about the gruesome trail of crimson that follows their best.  

Speaking of best- my eyes cut up to the entry way to the mess hall sensing the presence that’s about to come through the doors. He steps through, also dressed in a boring ass suit, not even glancing at those around him before making his way past me to the counter behind my table. I keep my eyes forward, not allowing myself to follow the old man with my eyes, but I let my mouth open before I think too much about it. 

“You’re not going to like it.” 

I hear him pause for only a moment before glancing over his shoulder at me. He seems torn, can’t decide if he wants to ignore my (probably annoying) presence or if he doesn’t want to turn his back to a possible threat. I take a sip of my own coffee in front of me, 

“Coffee here’s always shit. Your best bet is to grab some when you're out on missions.” 

His jaw clicks. I must have said one sentence too much for him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

I tilt my head over my left shoulder, finally facing him head on, a small smile painting my face, “Not trying to interrupt your old man brooding. Just thought you’d like a heads up.” I tilt my head to the side, considering, before I grab my now empty cup and plate and stand. “Then again, you can’t really get coffee when trapped in the end of the world, so anything must be better than nothing to you Mr. Hargreeves” 

I send him another little smile before I start walking away. Quickly stopping when the old man appears in front of me again with a flash of blue and a glare on his face. I quickly glance to his right hand, clocking the metal spoon clutched in his grasp. 

“How do you know who I am?” 

“You’re dripping coffee on the floor.”  

I blink as his glare only hardens, “You drink your coffee black... did you take a random spoon just to have a weapon?” 

“You’re making me want to use it as one. Now I asked you a question, how-” 

“It’s in your file.” 

He blinks, his gaze shifting. He’s more curious than threatened now but definitely still on edge. "And why were you reading that. Where is it?” 

“It’s in the file room. That’s kind of its whole thing, having files.” 

He inhales sharply. Ah, I’m annoying him. Good. 

“Why were you reading mine?” 

I tilt my head, “Did you not read mine yet?” 

“Why would I read yours? Who even are you?” 

“They call me Circe, I’m your partner Number Five.” 

His eyes dart around my face looking for any sign of deceit. He won’t find it. 

“No one told me anything about any partner.” 

I let my smile grow a bit more, “No, not yet. But the Handler will tell you soon.” I lean in a little, turning my voice to a whisper. “The devil wears stilettos, rather than hoof beats we were warned about listen for the clicks.” 

“What the fu-” 

Faint clicking stops his sentence cold. His eyes dart to the entrance, grip tightening even more on his spoon of mass destruction. The handler walks through the door, heels clicking just like I said, with a patronizing smile painted on her ruby lips. 

“Five! Just who I was looking for, I see you’ve met Circe. Wonderful!” 

I glance up and down at the Handler. She chose to wear a navy-blue dress today, she really shouldn’t have, it clashes with her lipstick and hair. Makes her look like the staple Grandma of the 4th of July. I choose not to tell her. 

“A partner wasn’t ever part of the deal.” Five’s jaw clicks again. I wonder if he knows it does that when he’s annoyed. 

If possible, the Handler’s smile grows, “Oh, but you were alone for so long Five! The directors and I just want to make sure you don’t fall off the deep end. She’s here to help you, Five.” 

“I don’t need a babysitter.” 

“He really doesn’t” I raise a ring covered finger to point at the spoon still in his right hand, “He’s got a spoon Handler, and I don’t think he’s scared to use it.” 

Her smile grows even more, “Try not to push him too much, dear. You are meant to be helpful not annoying.” 

I puff up my cheeks with air slowing before blowing my bangs out of my face. “You never let me have any fun.” I dart my gaze back to Five seeing the annoyance just building behind his eyes, “Would you like to see the file room, Five?” 

His gaze shoots to mine before narrowing again, “I don’t think you understand, you wannabe witch. You could be the actual sorceress Circe, and I still wouldn’t want to be your partner. I work alon-” 

“Alone. Yes, yes.” I flap my hand, long sleeve flapping with it, “but the Handler doesn’t change her mind so you are stuck with me for the time being, so you might as well read my file so we’re on equal ground, yes?” 

The Handler claps her hands between us, “I’m so glad you two are getting along!” 

I blink at her, glancing between her overjoyed expression and Five’s angry one, “I’m glad your delusional enough to be happy, Handler.” 

A/N: I'm trying to get back in to writing fanfics again and with my recent obsession with Five (even if the plot was shit he was soooo pretty in season 4) I thought this would be a good place to start. Let me know if you guys want more of Circe and Five!

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 34: Panic of Feline

 Xavier left the Shack a few minutes after meeting his older brother, Teeth. He huffs as he drives back to his hotel. The ginger haired male rubbed his goatee to try calming himself down. Xavier wishes for his wife, Ruby to be here and tell him that things are fine. 

“Am I….being harsh on him?” he asked himself. The ginger haired male quickly shakes his head. 

“No! I’m not. He deserves it!” Xavier said to himself as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. 

Back at the shack and in the basement, the Mayhem were checking their phones out. “Hey” said Dr. Teeth to his bandmates. 

“Talk about a revelation of momentous proportions” he added with a smile. 

“We twittered once, and now the world’s twittering back.” said the doc. The band agrees. 

“The instant gratification is a hit of sheer dopamine surging through my cranium. I am sold” replied Floyd. Lips mumbles. 

“Don’t be,” said Moog as he walked over to the band with a worried look on his face as he held a sleeping Annie in his arms. 

“The Mayhem doesn’t tweet their fans online,” he added. 

“You meet your fans in real life and befriend them,” said the black haired male. 

“And tell them the very intimate details of your personal life,” he added. 

“But, like, now, we’re socially connecting with, like, way more people” replied Janice. 

“It’s like a virtual Woodstock,” she added. 

“Yep, except maybe this time we remember it” replied Floyd Pepper with a laugh. The whole back starts to laugh with the red haired male. 

“Wow. For sure” replied the blonde female. 

“Ooh! Lookie here” said the good doctor as he showed Floyd his phone. 

“Miss Taylor Swift and that Justin Bieber kid just followed us,” he added. 

“Oh, Beyonce and Gaga just tweeted, Whaddup?” replied the red haired male. 

“And Jack Harlow just, like, slid into my DMs” replied Jancie. 

“Don’t know what that means,” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“You know, It’d be most disrespectful not to respond to them all” said Dr. Teeth. 

“Agreed” replied Floyd. The trumpet player and saxophonist both nod their heads. 

“How’s about something like” he started to say before typing. 

“To our fellow music makers, you’re all absotively tremendulous.” The doc type. 

“Right on” said the red haired male. 

“You are all truly talenticious, with stupendorous fans” the good doctor added. 

“Love it” said Floyd Pepper. 

“And send” said the ginger haired male. He sent the tweet. 

Hours later, they were all in Penny’s office. She had her computer turn to the group. It shows Teeth’s tweet. It said “ To our fellow music makers. You’re absolutely terrible. You are all truly talentless with stupid fans.” 

The tweet wasn’t what Dr. Teeth wanted to write. “This is your idea of good publicity?” asked Mrs. Waxman with a scowl on her face. 

“Now, to be clear, the phone tarnishified my beauteous words for some strangestical reason” replied the doc. 

“It’s because your words aren’t actual words” replied Nora. 

“The what?” asked Lips. 

“Yeah, they were autocorrected,” replied Moog. 

“Who is this smart guy and why is he talking to me?” asked the pink haired female, her voice tone sound upset. 

“Now, I’m even more aggravated” she added as she added hot sauce to her sandwich. 

“Don’t be, okay? I will figure out a way to fix this” replied Label Lady. 

“Yeah, while you’re at it, I’m out of Satan’s Blow Out sauce. So you can fix that too” replied Penny Waxman. 

“The hotter, the better,” she added. The good doctor shake his head and let out a “Phew” 

On the way back to the Shack, Nora is upset with the tweet. “This is craziness” said Moog. 

“With one tweet. You started beef with all of music” he added. 

“No beef, please. My vegan belly rejects all bovine” replied Janice. 

“Yeah, we don’t beef with nobody” replied Floyd. 

“Well, except that one band from River Bottom,” he added. 

“Yeah, they were a nightmare” replied Teeth. 

“So, when do I get my photos?” asked Zoot as he turned to Label Lady. 

“Okay, one thing at a time. Okay? First, damage control” said the black haired female. 

“I’m sure JJ’s got a way to fix this whole mess,” she added. 

As they drive through town, suddenly a purple vehicle brakes in front of them. “Hey, now!” said the doc. A green car and a reddish orange jeep pulled up on each side of the van. People in the vehicles can be heard yelling at the mayhem, angrily. A yellow car with black stripes on the hood of it pulled up behind the van. 

The van was square in. Nowhere to run, no exit for them. 

“What’s happening?” asked Nora in a panic tone. 

“Trouble,” replied Moog with wide eyes. The people start to exit their cars. 

Out of the red jeep were a bunch of girls. “Are those Taylor Swift fans?” asked Label Lady. 

“And our vengeance shall be swift” said the leader of the group. 

Dr. Teeth start to stammering and look very panicked. “Why are they doing that?” he asked. The ginger haired male could feel his heart beating faster. His body felt the signs of danger. His pupils quickly change to those of felines. 

��Okay, teeth. Get us out of here!” said Nora in a panic tone of voice. 

“Behind us!” said Janice. The doors to the yellow car opens and a group of women in black leather outfits exit it. 

“You come for our queen, Beyonce. You’re gonna get stung” said the leader of the Beyonce fans. 

“Oh man, we got the BeyHive in the back and the Beliebers in the front, y’all” said Moog in a fear filled tone. 

Out of the purple car, the Beliebers exit it. “You better belieb it’s go time, '' said the leader with her arms crossed. 

“Seems we’ve been emboxified in” said the good doctor. Floyd looked at Teeth and noticed the doc’s eyes were slowly getting more yellow. This isn't  good. They need to leave or otherwise, a oversized feline looking beast be rampaging through town. 

“Oh, my Gaga! It’s the Little Monsters!” said the black haired male. Out of the green car, the group of the fans exit. 

“Mayhem, come out to play,” said the leader in a creepy tone of voice. The mayhem starts to panic. 

“It’s too late now to say sorry!” said the leader of the Beliebers as they all started to attack the van. The groups all try to get into the van or destroy it. 

“What do they want from us?” asked Nora in a fear filled tone. 

“Vengeance” replied Moog. “Look, as a superfan myself, I know how it works,” he added. 

“You cold diss their leader, you cold diss them all” said the black haired male. 

“But how do they even know where to find us?” asked Jancie in a panic tone. 

“It’s the phones, man! I told you they track us!” replied Floyd as he turned to Janice for a second. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Teeth’s face was…changing with each quick breath. 

“Yeah. It’s okay. Just everybody calm down!” said Label Lady in a panic tone. 

Suddenly hands come through the window on top of the van’s roof and grab Lips. The trumpet player starts to panic as he tries to get out of the grips of the hands. The blonde male was pulled out from the window. 

“They got Lips!” said Janice. 

“Bring him back!” yelled Moog. 

Teeth’s breathing was getting heavy. Sounds of clothes ripping filled the van. A wave of fear wash over everyone. The doc’s face was a mix of his face and his wereform face. His hair was slowly melting into his skin to form fur. The nails on his fingers had turned into claws. 

Zoot quickly grabbed some spare chain they have for Animal and crawled to the front. He quickly ties the chain around Teeth’s neck which the good doctor didn’t even notice. The dark blue haired male knows what will happen next. 

Suddenly the passenger door to the van was ripped off. “They got the door!” yelled Dr. Teeth, his voice was deep and sounded like it is in panic. 

“Oh my God!” yelled the mayhem fan as fear filled his body. The group of fans grabbed Floyd Pepper. 

“Oh no! They got me!” yelled the red haired male in fear. The band screams in fear. As the fans try to get the other members. 

Something suddenly busted through the roof of the van and the sound of the purple car being thrown on its side filled the air. The fans that were attacking quickly looked but it was gone. They continue to attack the van while the rest of the band try to fight them off. 

The thing that busted through the van was…Dr. Teeth in his wereblood form. The beast was running like a cheetah through the town and onto the big road. Zoot was holding for dear life on the back of the doc. He had a death grip on the chain and on the back of the feline. The saxophonist tried to move Teeth to run to the Shack. 

It wasn’t working. Zoot sat up like he was riding a horse. He looked at the sides of Teeth and gulped. “I’m sorry, love but I have to” the dark blue haired male said before using the heels of his dress shoes to kick the sides of Teeth. Hitting the feline on his stomach. 

The pupils of the beast grow small as it changes directions to the Shack. Zoot used the chain to lead the feline. 

Teeth was panting as he ran on all fours. The white vest he was wearing had been ripped in half and flew off his moving body. His rainbow color shirt with designs all over it was hanging on his huge body for dear life like Zoot. The beast’s claws hit the concrete roads as he speeds past cars and bikes. There were some tears in his eyes as he ran like the wind. 

The pants that the doc was wearing was ripped but still on him, same with his black boxers. The shoes were destroyed and left in the van. 

The saxophonist holds on and keeps the feline on the track to the Shack. The feline kept running and jumping over things as they got closer to the Shack. 

[qu1etwolf]

Dating Game

Chapter 11

The next morning your skin still feels grimy even though you showered twice before going to bed. Sleep didn't happen, not for a lack of trying though. You spent half the night in your bed with the soft comforter up to your chin staring at the ceiling before getting up and trying to find ways to keep your brain occupied. You took a third shower, read a little of the latest time waster romance book you had on your nightstand, made a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on toast, and now you can see the sun poking over the top of the buildings outside your window.

"This is Christine Everhart with WHiH Newsfront. It seems gang violence is ramping up on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen. Police report several bodies recovered from a crime scene this morning…"

You pick up your remote and turn the TV off with a sigh. Maybe if you just pretend none of this ever happened you can go back to your boring life with your quiet routine. No rogue assassins on your doorstep. Only coffee, your morning walk playlists, your quiet job, and your books.

It's difficult to feel anything but numb. Your thoughts are pins and needles and hard to keep ahold of.

A ding blared through the room, a lot louder than it should be. You don't even want to look at it. The thought of facing another person, even digitally, is exhausting.

There's another ding. You look at your phone and realize there was a nearly ten minute gap between the alerts. It felt like seconds.

The screen goes black on your cellphone as you just turn it off instead of checking the messages.

Your feet feel like lead as you walk down the stairs to the door of your restroom. You splash water in your face from the sink, avoiding your own reflection. Last night staring at your tired eyes looking back at you lifted the hairs on the back of your neck. It felt wrong and out of place.

A little while later you have curled back up in your bed and wrapped up in several blankets. There's a chill you can't seem to shake that has sunk into your core. Maybe tomorrow things will be different.

You walk through the glass doors of FuturePharm promptly at eight Monday morning after spending an hour trying to hide your dark circles with layers of concealer and foundation. You are pretty sure you failed. The brilliant white lighting in the building is like a knife to the brain almost immediately.

Walking past the planters with fancy exotic tropical plants that they probably paid a fortune for, you nod at the security guard in the corner. The clicking of your heels on the floor is exaggerated in the quiet of the mostly empty lobby. You plop less than gracefully down into the leather chair behind the large front desk. It only takes you a few minutes to get logged into the system.

The sound of the morning shift walking in pollutes the air. The next forty five minutes consists of scanning employee badges before putting their personals in a basket and passing them to security to check as they file through the metal detector beside your desk. It is repetitive and you zone out while asking for badges, purses, watches, and other items repeatedly.

"Badge please?" you say as you hold out your hand without looking up.

"Excuse me?"

"I need your badge, please, sir. Personal belongings go in the box there." You gesture at the basket beside the metal detector.

"I don't think she knows who I am. Do you not know who I am?" The man’s voice echoes loudly in the nearly empty lobby.

It is at that moment you snap out of your brain fog and finally take in the dark haired man standing on the other side of your desk in his dark grey suit and red and black patterned tie. His eyes are hidden behind very expensive looking sunglasses. Your heart threatens to beat itself out of your chest and your eyes widen.

"Mr. Stark, sir," you squeak out, "I wasn't informed we would have a high profile client in the building today. Of course, of course, here's your guest badge. I will just sign you in here -"

"Don't bother. Williams? Call this woman's boss's boss's boss. I'm sure they expect better out of their employees." He gestures pointedly at one of the few men in his entourage before security allows him and his men to walk past them unbothered.

"Shit, " you sigh to yourself.

You pull your messages up on your screen but nope. There isn’t a single one informing you that Tony fucking Stark is going to come in today. You drag your hands down your tired face and then smile brightly at the woman who places her badge down on the counter a few minutes later.

Badge after badge, check in after check in, you force yourself to focus so you don’t make another mistake. The longer the morning goes, the more difficult it gets to keep up your customer service voice.

The computer makes a loud ding. The emblem for the company messaging system is flashing down in the corner of the screen. Your shoulders tense as you stare at it for a few seconds before dragging your mouse pointer over to click on it.

A little box expands onto your screen. The little notification dot is beside your name. There are company wide chats, department wide chats, and personal ones. The personal ones don't get used very often.

Your shift is over after your lunch break as you are clearly ill and need to take some time off. Melissa will cover the rest of your shift.

Terri Jones, HR

Oh, well that wasn't as bad as expected. You can work with that. The adrenaline leaks out of your system as you let out a heavy sigh.

About half an hour later you pack your things, and say hello and goodbye to Melissa all in the same breath. The cheerful redhead got there earlier than you expected. You check your watch just to make sure. Of course she did. You start the walk back to your apartment. Might as well just eat at home if you don't have to head back to your desk.

You hear a small roar of noise as you round a corner between two buildings. The voices are a jumble of chaos to your ears, you can't pick out what they are saying. What you do see are a hundred or more angry faces and signs with anti-superhero slogans.

Who Are They Avenging?

We Are Just Collateral Damage!

No More Heroes!

Murderers!

Babykillers!

The commotion is currently being held back from spilling into the streets by very stressed members of the NYPD, but only barely. A water bottle full of gravel bounces off of a riot shield on the other side of a hastily constructed fence. The shouting from both sides is so loud the words are jumbled and almost unintelligible. What the hell happened while you were at work? These people are going to spill out into the main streets soon. The crowd is pretty small, but it is growing steadily.

Anti-superhero sentiment isn't as uncommon as people would like to believe it is. Turns out people don’t like to feel inferior.

Ducking down an alley to avoid the commotion, your head spins with the chaos of the day. It’s not even lunch and something seriously wrong is just in the hanging air like a heavy fog. It's palpable. A few people shove past you to go join the crowd of protestors.

The rest of the short walk home is for the most part quiet.

As you climb the stairs, walk down your hallway, and go through your door the only thing you can see in your mind is the faces of the crowd twisted in anger. You drop your bag by the door and flop onto your couch before turning the news on.

Your hand flies to your mouth as you see a crater where the center of a town once was on nearly every channel you come across. As you flip through your channels the ticker tape across the bottom of the screen changes only slightly between them but informs you that at some time in the early morning a superhuman exploded with the strength of a large bomb and took half of a neighborhood in Stamford, Connecticut with him. There are few details provided other than the search for survivors and bodies was ongoing, with several superhumans arriving throughout the day to lend their help. On one channel a news reporter was interviewing Steve Rogers himself, the stress of the disaster settling in the lines on his face.

You sink into your couch as you, unfortunately, land on a channel playing the Daily Bugle report. The anchor is waving his hands erratically as he speaks with blind conviction.

"These people are living among you! We don't know what their abilities are! I have it on good authority that the Avengers themselves were behind the vicious attack on Stamford this morning! This is a disgusting perversion of humanity and must be stopped! What else do we need to happen? People are dead and it is clearly the fault of the likes of Captain America, Iron Man, Spiderman, and these men who think they are Gods! Who else has to die before we stop them? This is J. Jonah Jameson for the Daily Bugle. Stay tuned as we continue to cover this atrocity."

You sit staring blankly at your TV completely lost in your thoughts. There is no way that Jameson's assessment of the disaster is correct. It can't be. You know the Avengers are pretty often reckless, but not the kind of reckless to take down an entire neighborhood.

Your cell phone dings and your attention snaps down at the screen. You have a new email. There are also notifications for the text messages that you ignored yesterday. The little notification blip on your screen just reminds you that you have issues you should probably handle.

You check the texts first and the number they originate from isn't one you recognize.

–I'm sure you know who this is. I know everything that happened was probably a shock. Meet me for dinner? - N–

A message from about 10 minutes later follows that one from the same number.

–Okay, you don't wanna talk. I get it. Just text me at this number. I just want to make sure that you're okay. - N–

You let out a sound that is something between a laugh and a sigh. The feelings from the other night come flooding back in. You can taste the fear, see the blood, and feel the pressure of his lips on yours. The smell of the car exhaust and the noise of the city clouds your senses. Eventually, you drift back to yourself still sitting on your couch in your apartment but it feels unfamiliar and strange. You aren't sure if you want to deal with anyone even remotely associated with superheroes again.

You check the email sitting in your inbox that made you pick your phone up in the first place.

Dear valued employee,

Couldn't even be bothered to use your name? Typical.

We regret to inform you that your position with FuturePharm has been terminated. Attached to this email is a document detailing your generous severance package. Please print, sign, and return the document by the end of the week.

Tom Lancaster

President and CEO of FuturePharm

The phone goes flying across the room in a burst of frustration. If they were going to do this all along then why didn’t they just tell you before you left? A series of frustrated grumbles and growls fall out of your mouth at the thought of having to job hunt again. You had been at FuturePharm for more than a few years.

Your feet drag as you walk over to pick the phone up out of the floor. You flip it around in your hands and there's not a crack in sight. Silver linings, you guess.

You text Natasha back and your nails click hard against the screen.

–Well, I don't have anything else to do. Seems like my day just opened up. Where do you want to meet?-

She responds to you with a location of a small noodle shop not far from the usual coffee place almost immediately. Walking again out in that mess wasn’t an option you were willing to take so Uber it is.

You jump in a quick shower and put on the basics - a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and sneakers. You pull your hair back into a low ponytail because doing anything more than that is exhausting.

Once your Uber arrives you step outside your apartment and lock the door. There is a shiny grey sedan parked on the curb and the man inside waves his hand. You open the back, tell the driver hello and give him the address to the noodle shop. He turns to you and gives you a bright smile. His face youthful with dark curls framing his temples.

"Do you mind if I leave the news on? The stuff going on right now is pretty crazy."

"Sure. Just get me there as quickly as you can and there's a good tip in it for you."

"Will do, ma'am!"

He reaches down and presses the button that turns his radio back on. The newscaster's voice is clear as a bell.

"- still on the scene in Stamford where the current death toll has risen to 589, with several more injured. I'm sad to report that most of these were children as one of the buildings closest to the explosion was Westover Ridge Elementary. Westover had just begun classes when the blast occurred. We will keep you up to date as this situation progresses. Back in local news, the Hells Kitchen murders are still eluding investigators. They would like your help. If you have any information, please dial the tip line at 1-800-274-2465 or the non-emergency police line. Back to Paul for the weather -"

You tuned out the driver's commentary and the droning voice of the meteorologist. The glass of the window is cold against your forehead as you watch the city pass by.

The car lurches to a stop. Several of the protestors you have seen on your walk home from work had filed out into the street. NYPD are trying to herd them back up on the sidewalk. It seems as if they are getting more restless and coming to a frightening tipping point. You could breathe the tension into your lungs and feel it sit there heavy and unmoving. The driver honked at the people scattered in the way as if that would make them move faster.

The second the path is clear the car moves forward, the last few people hurriedly stepping out of the way. Your driver, whose name you learn is Marcus, carries on rather chipper as if he is trying to distract you and himself from the chaos that was seeping its way into the city.

You finally pull up in front of the little corner noodle shop whose name you couldn't read above the door. You must be on the edge of Chinatown.

You get out of the sedan after giving Marcus the decent tip you promised him and walk in the door of the restaurant. The smell of Asian spices and fresh noodles overwhelms your senses. It has a lovely bar running through the center of the room and only a handful of tables along the edges of the walls by the windows. You find Natasha sitting at one in the back of the room, a brightly colored bowl in front of her and a second one on the other side of the table.

She pats her hand on the table in front of her as a gesture for you to sit down.

You make your way through the maze of tables to the back and sit in the chair across from the somber looking redhead. You have never seen her look so depressed since the day you met.

"Hey," you say with a softness to your voice. "Are you okay? You seem a little...off."

"I discovered what FuturePharm was doing behind closed doors finally. And why I got asked to keep an eye on the company. I was monitoring their emails and it seems like they let you go?"

"Yeah. I apparently had an off day on the wrong day and offended Stark. Not that that is difficult to do or anything."

"Can I tell you what that company is up to? We, I mean ‐ Buck and I, we might need your help." She speaks quietly as if she is afraid someone, anyone, would overhear what she is saying. She is almost impossible to recognize in her casual clothing so I'm not sure why she would think anyone is listening in, but I guess in her line of work you can never be too careful.

"Please tell me. I noticed some things there toward the end that I would love an explanation for," you respond, slightly confused.

She places an average looking manilla folder on the table and pushes it across the table.

You flip open the folder and there are dozens of pages full of formulas and chemistry that you don't understand in the slightest. It just looks like jumbled letters and numbers with shorthand notes seemingly in their own coded language. Pushing aside the pages of formulas, you see dossiers on a handful of people, ones you don't recognize. Names, lists of abilities, backgrounds, photos - they all run together after you flip through six or seven of them. Memos with large black bars of redacted text are next.

"Natasha…what is this?"

"I can't go into detail here." Her eyes shift around the empty restaurant before she scoops up the folder and slides it carefully back in her bag. "Let's finish our food and head back to my place. At least I know it's safer."

After several minutes of silently shoveling noodles into your mouth, you couldn't control the thoughts starting to bounce around your head.

What was Tony fucking Stark making? Bio-weapon? Vaccine? Some kind of virus that only infects Hydra agents? No, that one was dumb.

Thoughts swirl around your mind endlessly. It keeps you in a cloud of confusion as you walk to Natasha's pristine BMW, get in, and begin to flit in and out of traffic with ease.

The bright city lights slowly give way to dark narrow streets, square non-descript buildings, and the occasional safe harbor of a streetlight. The city that, up until recently, you felt safe and at home in twinkles like fireflies before the buildings swallow any evidence that it exists.

Natasha taps a small button on the dash. A delivery bay door on the side of one of the smaller factories rattles open. Beyond the heavy garage door is a sloped passage wide enough for a large vehicle to maneuver down if they were careful and watched their side mirrors.

The small space is mildly claustrophobic after the door slams shut behind you. She looks over at you with a wide grin. "Hold on to your ass."

As soon as the car comes to a stop, the concrete under you gives way and descends further under the building like an elevator. You have no way of knowing how deep you have gone once you finally come to a stop. The room beyond the blast doors that open in front of you is large and has a small handful of vehicles parked in seemingly no order at all.

Natasha pulls the car into the space closest to the door, grabs the files, and gets out.

"Well come on then," she says, impatiently tapping her foot, while your eyes take in the vastness of the garage. Her words focus your attention and you get out of the car to follow her past the heavy metal door into the interior of the complex.

After a short walk down a hallway you step through a door into a very warm apartment. Dark leather and mahogany furniture adorn a space easily twice the size of your own. Matte maroon walls with a grey oak floor, it really is exactly what you would expect Natasha to live in.

She places the folders on a tall kitchen table and waits for you to stop gawking at the apartment.

"FuturePharm was moved here from Austin, Texas after the…fiasco that happened down there. Tony bought the company and its nanotech research. Apparently, they never stopped looking for a way to replicate the serum. Tony is trying to refine the Extremis tech with a synthetic serum. No one but Erskine has ever been able to perfect the formula." Natasha wanders around the brightly lit kitchen as she speaks, gathering glasses and filling one with a honey colored bourbon. "Alcohol or..?"

"Water…water is fine," you say before sliding into the tall bar stool style chair while flipping through the folder again, still unable to grasp most of what is on the pages.

Natasha places a small glass of ice water in front of you before perching on a tall chair opposite you at the table. She takes a sip of her drink before continuing.

"I have a favor to ask. Your login information. Do you still have it? I'm sure they have probably already removed it from the system but it's worth a shot. I need to get into their files and see what they are up to and that would be easier than…well, what I usually do."

"Uh, yeah. I guess. This won't come back on me, will it?"

"What do you think I am, sugar? An amateur? You can stay here for a few days, though, just in case while I keep my ear to the ground and make sure….if you'd like, anyway. We have a guest room."

You sigh heavily. "I didn't pack anything."

"That's fine. I can go get some of your things for you."

"Fine. But I want to go on the record to say that I don't like this plan."

"Your opinion has been noted. Write down your info. The faster I get there the faster the chance they haven't deactivated it yet."

You scribble your information in the small notebook that Natasha hands you. She leans down and kisses you on the temple lightly. "Mi casa es su casa. Help yourself to anything. The guest room is through that door on the left there. I just ask that you stay here in the apartment and don't go poking around the rest of the complex. I don't wanna come home to the emergency systems going haywire because you touched the wrong door."

"Got it. Eat all the food, don't leave, sleep in that room over there. Sounds like I'm in a fancy prison, Tash." You chuckle to yourself. What could be so dangerous down here that you need to stay locked away? Wait. You probably don't want the answer to that question.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't wait up. Feel free to ignore Barnes if he ever actually comes home. I haven't seen him since the bar." She hops off the chair and grabs her things in a rush, bolting out the door.

As soon as the door closes, the room gets deathly quiet. You could hear a pin drop. The mention of Bucky's name brings back all of the wild rollercoaster of emotions from the last few weeks. Part of you wishes that man wasn't such a mess. The tangle of red flags wrapped around broad shoulders, chiseled cheekbones, and steel grey eyes is almost worth digging through to see what you can unearth behind those Fort Knox level walls. Doesn't mean you are any less angry at him for his behavior.

You sigh and decide to try and get comfortable instead of letting your mind wander. You spend the next hour or two exploring the guest room - it's pretty sparse, compared to the rest of the apartment. You fix a meager sandwich with what you can scrounge up in the kitchen. With nothing else to do, you curl up on the couch under a quilt you dragged out of the guest room closet and mindlessly flip through the channels on the television.

Knock knock knock

Your mind slowly resurfaces to the sound, looking around frantically at the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering where you are.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Natasha! It's Steve! Open the door!"

You bolt straight up, suddenly fully awake. Should you open the door? What if it's—

"NATASHA! Buck's hurt, come on, open the damn door!"

You scramble over to the door, opening it slightly. The excessively tall blonde on the other side of the door regards you with suspicion.

"You're that Steve? Rogers? Captain fucking America?" you shout somewhere between excited and confused.

He shoves the door wider and reveals one very beat to hell looking James Buchanan Barnes. His clothing is shredded and his skin is mottled with rapidly forming bruises, more than a few deep cuts still oozing blood down skin marred with black smudges and dirt. The one eye that isn't swollen widens a short second before he rasps out "Doll!"

Steve looks from you to Bucky and back again and shakes his head. "One, where is Natasha? Two, who are you? Three, help me get this heavy jerk to the couch."

You wrap an arm around Bucky's waist as he grins lopsided at you. "She's out. I'm…a friend. It's safer for me to be here for a couple days while she chases a lead. What the fuck happened?"

Chapter 12

Dating Game Masterlist

Fic Masterlist

[kitwalker02]

What the Evan's order at Starbucks

A/N: because I have two days left of employment and am desperately praying for starbies to pull through and hire me....

Tate

-A venti black pike place

-Like that's literally it. Doesn't add his own cream or anything.

-If he's feeling like treating himself he might switch it up and get a venti black cold brew

-Yeah he's got problems

-Also I feel like he'd totally get the ham and swiss croissant because that shit is orgasmic and it is illegal to have that much black coffee on an empty stomache

-9/10 times he does it on an empty stomache anyways and then wonder why his stomache hurts all day

Kit

-Kit is so sweet and would definitely get a birthday cakepop

-Honestly for like a year he'd go to Starbucks for the cakepop alone

-But then one day he decided to live on the edge and get an Irish cream cold brew

-Yeah he definitely riots when he finds out that it's seasonal

Kyle

-He's a frappacuino guy through and through

-Doesn't even like actual coffee but is at starbucks literally every day for the vanilla bean frappacuino

-I can not support this because that thing is disgusting but unless the coffee looks and tastes like a milkshake Kyle won't want it

-Always orders it as the biggest one

-He definitely has a starbucks rewards account

-Judges whatever Zoe orders because his is simply superior

Jimmy

-He's a basic boy who doesn't like coffee but wants to look cool at a cafe

-Gets a hot chocolate and pretends that it's coffee

-Just wait until he finds out about the white hot chocolate though...

James Patrick March

-A diagnosed pumpkin spice latte girl

-Especially since he can literally only go on halloween

-Would throw a fit if the starbucks is all out of pumpkin and won't stop until he finds a store with it

-Literally gets like three that day and so he's bouncing off the walls by the end of the night

-Just about dies when he tries the pumpkin creamcheese muffin

Rory

-A pink drink guy

-Spends the extra $1.25 for the vanilla sweet cream cold foam

-And yes he thinks the bacon gouda sandwich is literally the greatest thing ever created

-Little does he know he has the taste buds of my 51 year old father

Kai

-Caramel macchiato

-But he thinks it's called a latte so then he always has a Karen moment when he gets the wrong drink and refuses to accept it's called a macchiato

-He also asks for extra whip...

-Gets the dark chocolate covered espresso beans everytime because caffeine has no hold on him

Mr. Gallant

-Use to work at starbucks until he got fired for being too sassy at all the customers

-He's an iced sugar free vanilla latte with oatmilk and light ice

-Thinks he sees right through starbucks by asking for the light ice

-He also has a weird obsession with the dry ass blueberry scone

-But he rarely gets it cuz he thinks it'll make him fat

Austin

-Venti chocolate cream cold brew with two pumps of raspberry sauce and light cream (thank you Ronnie for letting me borrow your order😁)

-And that red velvet loaf

-He thinks that is the greatest thing to have EVER been invented

-Swears it took a black pill or two to come up with it

A/N: okay that is all...starbucks please hire me because I am passionate about you and want to be rich

[unclegramp-ronpa]

Prologue (part 1)

[NO ONE’S POV]

Uncle Grandpa, Pizza Steve, Mr. Gus, Belly Bag, Giant Realistic Flying Tiger, Frankenstein, Beary Nice, HotDog Person, and Tiny Miracle are screaming for their lives between two pieces of bread as Ham Sandwich laughs maniacally before he’s about to take a bite.

“I-I don’t want to die! There’s so many places I haven’t traveled to yet!” Belly Bag screamed. “And there’s so many kids that still need my help!” Uncle Grandpa screamed, trying to wiggle his way out. “If I die, tell T-Tanya I love her!” Pizza Steve screamed. “TANYA DOESN’T EVEN EXIST!” Mr. Gus screamed. Before Pizza Steve would protest, Ham Sandwich brought the sandwich towards his mouth. Everyone noticed and attempted to wiggle their way into freedom, to no avail. Ham Sandwich opens his mouth and…

“NOOOOOO!” *Chomp*

…They have been eaten.

[UNCLE GRANDPA’S POV]

I opened my eyes and got up from the soft blue carpet where I was laying. I looked around and for some odd reason… I was back in the RV? Also, my friends weren’t here. Instead, there were 17 normal, albeit familiar, humans. At least, I think their human. “Uncle Grandpa…?” I heard a voice and turned around. I (kinda) clocked eyes with a young boy with dark skin, red hair that covered his eyes, and a red hoodie. His voice sounded familiar. That’s when I realized.

“Belly Bag?” I asked. He nodded. “What happened to you? W-what happened to every one?” He got up and walked towards me and gave me some surprising information.

“I think we got revived and turned into humans! Well, semi-human.” Belly Bag said before walking over to a dark-skinned boy with white hair and took his shades off, revealing two sets of eyes. I immediately knew who that was, but I kept my answer in my mouth so I don’t shout it out and wake everybody. “Yup, semi-human. Maybe even alien!” He said. The white-haired boy woke up and snatched the shades out of Belly Bag’s hands.

“Yo, what are you doing with my shades?” He said. Two other people woke up. A chubby guy with orange hair in a ponytail, medium brown skin and clothes that seem to have the vibes of an awesome slice of pizza I knew, and a young child who seems to be eight years old with dark skin with splotches of white skin, blue and green ombré hair in dreads and an oversized nasa shirt with blue jeans under. The child yawned and looked at the taller, chubbier boy.

“Who are you?” It asked. “You really don’t know me? I’m PIZZA STEVEEE! The coolest guy in the universe!” Pizza Steve said out loudly, waking up a couple other people. Almost everyone of them were similar-looking people I knew. Even my arch-enemy, Aunt Grandma, was there. I loudly gasped when I realized.

“GUYS?!” I said out loudly. “Uncle G/Uncle Grandpa/You?!” They all said in return. I ran and hugged both Pizza Steve and a guy who looked similar to Mr. Gus. “I’m so happy we’re all alive! But how?! We got eaten alive!” I said.

[NO ONE’S POV]

A robotic chuckle was heard. “Pu-hu-hu!” It went, when in the shadows, a small robot bear that was half white, half dark rainbow appeared. Everyone stared at the small bear, confused and scared. The small child hugged a girl with brown and blue-ish grey ombré hair, wings, and a huge burn mark across her face in shire terror.

“Woah- Who are you!?” The white-haired guy shrieked. “I, am MONOKUMA!” The bear said. “Wait- Monokuma doesn’t have rainbow. Isn’t he half-black?” A troll covered in cheese dust said. “Pu-Hu-Hu, silly boy, I dyed my skin JUST for this opportunity that I just couldn’t miss!” Monokuma said before throwing a red and black glitter bomb on the floor. The glitter went away and everyone was in a darker, old and decaying version of the RV. Everyone screamed.

“What the FUCK!? How did you do that?!” a boy with dark skin, burn marks all over his body and sun-colored clothing shouted, holding the white-haired boy close to him. Monokuma chuckled again and jumped onto the couch. He pulled out a clipboard and started reading the paper on it. “Welcome to the 80th danganronpa extravaganza! This game is VERY special, since it’s in an RV with characters from a cancelled cartoon!” He read. Pizza Steve threw his arms up.

“I’m outta here. Later, lame-o’s!” He said as he reached the door. But when he turned the knob, he was randomly (and comedically) electrocuted! He fell to the ground as small pizza birds started flying over his head. “Pu-Hu-Hu! What a clickity-classic Pizza Steve moment THAT was!” Monokuma jokingly said as he continued laughing. “But that was just the lightest punishment you’ll get for doing something wrong! Especially murder!” He said, shocking everyone. “Wha-what do you mean?” The winged girl said. “Yeah! Be fucking for real!” The white-haired boy shouted.

“Oh chill out, everybody. It’s ONLY just a simple killing game!” Monokuma said. Everything went silent.

...

“WHAT!?” Uncle Grandpa yelled.

[pedropenguin28]

Summary frankie is engaged but f Reader doesn't know yet ?

Warning emotions running High ans there heartbreak

18+ no mintors...

F reader

" These days have been amazing, me and Todd are in love and he has agreed to vist me have not seen frankie only last night at the Bar but today is going to be a busy day "Todd is going to show me around the soccer camp he teaches young children.

" I got out of bed. I am sure I'm going to miss this view I looked over at the time I have enough time to get a shower walking in the bathroom my feet hitting the cold tiles

"Turning the water onto the right temper I throw my head back letting the water dripping over my body washing every inch of my body and hair " until I stopped the shower "stepping out if the shower I wrapped My hair in a towel. I walked into my room, grabbed my red shorts and vest top , and got changed, grabbing my bag.

"Walking down the stairs Todd was standing there in a green polo shirt " and black shorts ready baby yeah holding his hand we walked to his car you look lovely today thank you " so are you excited me showing me around the soccer Camp yeah good " we pulled out of the villa " I seen frankie walking towards the villa he was In a cream croacha shirt and sunglass pushing his hair out if his eyes " in a navy blue shorts "is James in yeah "hi mate Todd shouted yeah see you guys later at the beach bbq "yeah "what a prick Todd scoffed hum "him he thinks he all smooth yeah "well baby let's have a good day hey "yeah we drove More out of town the sky was blue birds sing "Todd had frat boy music on "how long have you been coaching a while yeah

"We turned up the road with school and a playground he parked his car and I climbed out Mr Williams a girl ran up are you teaching us yeah but my girlfriend is joining in today if that cool she smiled yeah high fiving him "he carried the ball bag out "walking, up to the playground hello he called thr children names "where going to work on kicking skills " I grabbed the pink ball trying to kick it until i look over a little girl fell over running up to her "are you okay honey she was bursting into tears "you cut your knee hum "oh dear look at the floor she laugh well I can but a plaster on that for you Mr Williams Todd ran over with a plaster there you go I placed it all better she hugged me thanks its okay just be careful "your really good with children Todd nodded yeah " that really nice helping her yeah " all moring we played soccer I sucked I know that but seeing Todd he loves his job " maybe I can see a future "

"12 lunchtime we all got on the grass not far from the playground so how everyone day so far good "yeah I bit into my sandwich this is nice yeah "I got up and went to the bin "we carried on playing soccer " Todd smiled having fun yeah sure " bbq beach thing tonight yeah not long until you go home yeah "but I can't think of that "he kiss me eeee the kids laugh what "I smiled "we all carried on until the children's parents arrvied picking them up " Todd was chatting to them smirking at me " I collect the balls placing them in the bag "thanks Todd smirk what for today I enjoy yeah kiss him same " we made are way Back to the car "oh you have to bring food to the bbq thing ah shit "what I don't know what to took I am sure you will think of somthing

"We drove back "maybe a source like chips and dips yeah " James was walking " is the tammy at the villa yeah but she making tacos and Lauren making hotdogs and Grace special shots "so the kitchen busy yeah but i am sure frankie will let you us the bar kichen perfect Todd smiled "he at the bar okay " Todd drop the off at the beach bar see you later baby he kissed me I walked in the bar the music was blasting "singing us a song piano man Billy Joel " hello frankie walked put from back of the bar carrying the create the bar close "James said I can use the kitchen okay "I walked in the kitchen " grabbing the ingredients "frankie walked in what you making salsa "wow you can make it yeah well not better then my granny yeah "he smirk I better you are the best cook hum "well you can help me are you sure yeah "he brought the speaker in " playing Spanish music I danced while cooking "frankie laught you got music yeah "I chopped parsley and other things until I grabbed a lemon squirting a bit if the juice but it went in my eye fuck "I screamed frankie ran over "you okay yeah some juice got in my eye " he bended his knees to get a close took " he open my eye it red you sure you okay baby cow brown eyes looking at me softly yeah I can smell his aftershave you will live yeah he cupped my face and leaned in kissing me "shit I am sorry he step back yeah well back to salsa yeah my cheeks my going red flasted too " taste this I brought a spoon to frankies lips humhe smirk "that is nice yeah I smirk you like it sure do " stop looking at me like that what he smirk "flirting why nothing " he moves closer frankie what he takes my hand " we can't shh let me kiss you I froze he kiss me again we make out Spanish music playing

" After the kissed the salsa was ready I will drop you off "I have my scooter I drove this moring why "I had to deliver pizza yeah making extra money I guess we walk to his scooter parked out back " I gentle put the salsa open the lid of the scooter on the seat "he hands me a helmet here you go thanks " I climbed on wrapping my arms around his waist he smirk you have yes "he drove speeding down the heels he "look the mountain's over there yeah there beautiful so are you frankie what it's true

"We wasn't far from the villa so you are going tonight yes frankie he parked by the villa well see you tonight he kiss me on the cheek yeah "I walked up to the door " the villa was quit until tammy ran in hey where have you been n/y I was at the bar kitchen making salsa with frankie "ooo frankie and you made this well I did he flirt "oh Lauren walked in did frankie salsa with you please shut up I am with Todd "grace laugh but frankie clearly has the hots with for you he is like a puppy yeah "well Todd is my boyfriend not frankie okay "I am going to get changed leaving the rest of the food into he kichen walking up the stairs "are they right no I don't frankie has the hots for me "anway too much of player " I went to my room " picking what on Earth do I wear tonight " I finally grab a blue sundress getting changed in it I put my hair down wearing a scruchy on my wrist incase I get hot putting my wedges on "not over doing it with my make up " I looked in the mirror " well this will do " I walked down the stairs everyone was changed " you look nice thanks grabbing my salsa

" we headed to the beach " Todd look handsome in his shirt and shorts baby he wrapped his arms around me I got you a drink thanks I went over to place my food

"James and tammy was chatting grace was talking Kyle who she ment at the beach the other day and Lauren getting drunk "everywhere was lit up in lights "frankie was wearing a short button shirt with a cap beer in his hand with Tina wrapped into his arms " he let a small smile I smiled back " the night was going well everyone was joining themselves "until Tina spoke up everyone look frankie pulled her arm not know why "I looked " she smiled I want to tell you all me and frankie are engaged.

" I was shocked frankie look at me. I couldn't look at him. Todd clapped congratulations, yeah, I faked and smiled, "Sipping my drink baby yeah Todd look can you hold my drink? Sure, I just need a restroom, okay? "I couldn't breathe

Looking back "i wanted to walked away faster " I eventually found a log "I sobbed why am I even upset "he happy and engaged I am happy "I cried until I heard hey you okay it was frankie yeah wiping my tears "look I am sorry no it's fine "clearly it's not he stood there with his hands in his pocket can I sit by you "I couldn't say anything "I can't belive you couldn't tell I thought I hurt you even more telling me why frankie "

My feeling clearly doesn't matter " we never togther you a grown adult I am " please he cup my face I am sorry no frankie "you can live a happy live "I leaving tommorrow

You can't n/y I care about you well you don't all this your lies no frankie "please no he cupped my frankie wiping his thumb from my tears " I hate seeing you cry "he wrapped his arms around me "this is just a mess I know he cried I am sorry "I was messing with my sruchy until I stood up where are you going back to villa you can't not like this n/y he pulls me in kissing me no frankie "please n/y until I snapped poking in his chest and pushing him hey calm down "there more to this frankie look yes "please tell me I sobbed my emotions flooding out control was out of my hand

"I had feelings for you frankie okay "well I did no no shaking my head " the next word I want to run away "I could of love you what frankie stood there shock could what does that mean? "I took a deep breath okay frankie I love you "okay I love you so much it hurts the pain hurts my heart hurts "I need to leave becuase seeing you is hurting me "wait you just said you love me " well did know i don't " walking back to the party wipping my tears you okay Todd smiled yeah poked myself in the eye he kiss me Tina was kissing frankie looked over mouthed sorry I nodded " we all walked back to the villa tammy and James was driving in the pool Lauren was passed out on the sofa and Grace Todd was asleep down stairs I went to bed "crying into my pillow "a last I told frankie know I feel but knowing he couldn't love me back .

[imthefailedartist]

My 2023 Reading Stats

My goal was to read 12 books. I read 45 total!

I read mostly authors I'd never read before. I made a significant dent in my purchased TBR. I read 5 classics. I read 7 genres.

I checked out 3 books from my local library.

I did not finish 3 books. Les Liaisons Dangereuses, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, and Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.

Reasons: LLD the two main characters were getting on my fucking nerves so bad. Valmont leave that woman ALONE! Also, the epistolary style does not make for active reading.

Lolita. I mean, take a wild guess.

AK. To many characters with the same name, I also signed up for one thing, but it's about a whole bunch of things.

I read the longest book I've ever read, Gone with the Wind. I thought it would take a year. Surprisingly, it took a month. December 22nd to January 22nd. I took four days off because the racism was getting on my nerves. I also sometimes just missed a day or two.

January

Loved: To Catch a Raven by Beverly Jenkins, The Wedding by Dorothy West, The Revenant by Michael Punke.

I refuse to say I loved this book, but I did enjoy reading it, a lot: Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

February

Loved: Their Eyes were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, The Women of Brewster Place by Gloria Naylor, If There be Thorns by VC Andrews, Barbarian Alien by Ruby Dixon.

Read: My Best Friend's Exorcism by Gravy Hendrix

March

Loved: Priest by Sierra Simone, Roses are Red by James Patterson

Read depressingly: The Stranger by Albert Camus

April

Loved: A Hero Ain't Nothin' but a Sandwich by Alice Childress, Moby Dick by Herman Melville. Big Bad Wolf by James Patterson

Read: In the Woods by Tana French

May

Loved: Whatever Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell

Liked: Animal Farm by George Orwell, Candice by Voltaire

Read: The Proposal by Jasmine Guillory, The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith

Hated: GOTH by Otsuichi. It was like reading an edgelords Wattpad writing.

This month was so Meh. Baby Jane came in at the end and saved it.

June

Loved: The Invisible Man by HG Wells, Seeds of Yesterday by VC Andrews

Liked: Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen, Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley, Violets are Blue by James Patterson

Read: The Body by Stephen King.

I have one Flowers in the Attic book left in looking into the other VC Andrews books, but none of them are calling me like Flowers. Maybe I'll read the one with the twins.

July

Loved: The War of the World's by H.G. Wells, An Offer from a Gentleman by Julia Quinn, London Bridges by James Patterson

August

Read: The Hallowe'en Party or A Haunting in Venice by Agatha Christie

Hated: The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris

September

Loved: I am Legend by Richard Matheson

Liked: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

October

Loved: Hannibal by Thomas Harris, Romancing Mister Bridgerton by Julia Quinn

Read: The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

I have one Hannibal book left. What am I supposed to do for Halloween 2025?

November

Loved: An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon and The Song of Achilles by McAllen l Madeline Miller

Liked: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

December

Loved: Difficult Women by Roxane Gay

Liked: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Read: Marnie by Winston Graham.

The book I was looking forward to the most. It's one of my favorite movies. It was the book I just wanted to end. Also, I keep calling this author every name but his own. Winston Granton, William Granston, Graham Wilson.

[allmyandroids]

[castle-dominion]

c4x15 pandora

Liveblog

oh I feel like this is a little bit plot heavy but not really

THIS one is the who killed markiplier episode with a billion causes of death! Ye! tho tbh I remember this one & it is kind of intellectually stimulating & I am not on my meds yet this morning, I just took my meds I forgot last night & I want to give it some time in between to prevent nausea

MR: Oh, you’re making me your fabulous pasta Carbonara. Ohh, you shouldn’t have.

RC: I didn't

Castle is so allowed to be concerned for his baby's internship

(I've seen gifs tho ik what it is)

Your better half lol martha

MR: Ah, ah, ah, ah. My lips are sealed.

RC: Then you won’t be using them to eat my…pasta Carbonara.

MR: (sigh)All right. Well, let me say this. This internship has my personal Seal of Approval.

RC: That doesn’t make me feel any better.

hellacious? that a word? Is it the 80s?

LP: No I.D., but lots of causes of death.

RC: You mean, other than gravity?

LP: Oh, yeah. See that bullet wound?

[Lanie shines a light on the corpse.]

KB: So, he was shot before he fell?

LP: And stabbed.

KB: Shot and stabbed?

LP: And choked, and has a pencil jammed in the side of his neck.

RC: ouwa!? Gives new meaning to the term “overkill.”

JE+AC: *don't make eye contact don't make eye contact don't make eye contact*

RC, leaving, absent-mindedly: Hey alexis

AC, approaching Dr Parish: Hey *don't look suspicious don't look suspicious*

RC:

RC: ALEXIS????

jdshafkjshdfjk great interaction

RC: It’s—I just—I don’t know if you should be exposed to crime scenes and dead bodies.

AC: Oh, I’m already used to it. It’s equal parts gross and cool.

LP: I heard that and I couldn’t agree with you more.

You really don't bleed that fast. & if you're wearing clothes it wouldn't happen like that. I've even done autosurgery & it would be hard to get a trail of blood that bloody.

He did not stand there for "a minute" he stood there for like two seconds while he opened the door, judging by how close the other droplets of blood are

KR: *talking abt the case* *watching the video* ,, Hey. Pretty cool about Alexis’ internship. *looks at castle* Or Not.

tbh I would totally keep the sandwich in my hand when it is in the air & I'd bring it with me

Ooh holy crap ryan's jacket is navy blue with black plaid-type stripes patterning it & it's pretty af, & then he's wearing a nice light blue shirt with no tie. I wish we got to see more of Luke Reichle's pants & shoes. That man is the bomb.

She's so calm talking abt her kidnapping & murder threat

Tina Massey: All he told me was that the man doesn’t exist.

Cut to LP: The man doesn’t exist as far as I can tell.

more broken bones than Evel Knievel. You’re not gonna believe his x-rays. I WANT TO SEE THE X-RAYS LETME SEE

Espt is looking nice today. Deep red maybe burdungy dress shirt & tie, grey jacket.

& Gage is gone!

Look up! Look up! People never look up!

Nice music

RC: Okay, hang on. Listen to me. I’m glad you weren’t there, because the kind of person who took John Doe’s body is the kind of person who wouldn’t think twice about hurting whoever got in the way.

That is the truth

VG: I assume he snuck out of the back exit.

KR:

JE:

KR: Actually, he went out through the front door

They call them blues, huh. Like how us chefs call them our whites.

btw I can't help but think that his name is phineas gage, the guy with the railroad pipe in his head or smth.

Whose desk is that??? Why is espt not doing this on his own computer? Why was he standing hunched over instead of sitting? Esp since he sits down now?

caskett outfits are also pretty btw.

Hold on the bullet is still in her head. She was shot in the back of the head & since there is no huge horrible exit wound or any exit wound at all, the bullet must still be in there. But where did all the blood come from? She is still bleeding out her nose but that would not have been enough blood

What is with ryan's shirt today? It seems pink but the collar (nice wide collar btw) is white.

Stay put to keep an eye on the body lol

Steaming cup of tea, sus.

& she lost her gun many times but always gets it back & it's ryan who is traumatized by 3xk having his gun

LP: Crazy. [...] The fact that Richard Castle, a man unburdened by regret and guilt, has a child that carried the weight of the world.

Well there was the time drug sellers stole their body

LP: Bodies just don't disappear

*enters a house with no body*

omg a NUMBER PAD for floors?? You have THAT MANY?

wait older bro said that the hospital he works at has number pads too nvm it can't be that much

*sexy lady walks up to castle*

Are we going to get to see Agent Gray?

So it's the detective beckett of the cia.

lmao treason is punishable by death? Screw that. U shouldn't be allowed to kill people & treason is a weird concept in the first place.

Thomas gage speaks 11 languages? I want that. He speaks english, german, french, spanish, portugese, greek, russian, arabic, cantonese, mandarin, urdu,

the cia: *does all the crap they did, a lot of which is a matter of public record*

The cia: *surprised pikachu when someone goes rogue*

Y'all sent ONE person to go pick up gage?

Becks has cell service down here?

Beckett you probably SHOULD have asked if u could answer seeing as you're in the cia & all

JE: She has a notation in her day planner, but all it says is....... *finds it & clicks on it even tho it is literally one word & I'm sure he could have remembered* “Pandora.”

Wow spies how sus.

What work have they done? Y'all are insane & stupid & lmao these spy stories are so weird & stupid.

Girl no you are not the cop here

RC: Ooh, wait. I’ve gotta see those direct-dial icons they put on our phones.

*beckett's has a CIA logo; castle's is a panic button*

ngl I feel bad for gates

Walks right thru espt lol

KR: So, seriously, what’s going on?

KB: Guys, I’m sorry. We really can’t talk about it.

JE: Come on. This is us.

*Beckett gives them a look*

*They turn to Castle bc they know they won't get it out of beckett & a musical bass plays*

RC: No. Hey, sorry, boys. Classified. Top secret. Our eyes only. Defcon 1. & if I did tell you, well, *looks them up & down* then I’d have to kill you.

JE, stepping forward a bit: Yeah? Good luck with that.

RC: Yeah, realistically, that’s not—

JE: I’m gonna go on record and say that this sucks.

KR: Sucks.

Mum def noticed the chess clock

castle adhd moments

woah that is pricey af! I'm glad I live in canada where we have space

Ew. It's like that tiktok trend where girls that are "not like other girls" show off by talking cars. Who cares? Cars are boring to me but cool to you good job have fun but I don't care. I like rocks & minerals & rocks are a dirty boy thing but do you care? no!

who laps whoM

Castle's right

Car phone?

Oh lol. *69?

Whoa ok that was fast & seemingly risky. I watched that at 1/16 speed & still idk what's going on it's so fast

Why phones on the ground tho... please don't break them ugh ok fine whatever. That's spy stuff for you

KB: (whisper) Castle. *Beckett turns on her flashlight. She finds Castle cringing.*

KB: Castle, what are you doing?

RC: Bracing myself to shield you from a hail of bullets. *goes back to cringing*

KB: Yeah, well, that’s very gallant of you, but you can stop bracing. I think he left.

RC: Oh. Man, my life was passing before my eyes. I think I lost track of time.

Punch out the tail light?

Aren't you supposed to tell people where you are going now?

KB: ... You pressed the panic button, didn’t you?

RC: Well, if there was ever a time to panic, I think this was it.

KB: Yeah, especially since it was Detective Ryan who found it.

Sophia Turner: By using all the coolest toys.

Just like Jesse or Jacquie or whoever the fbi lady was.

Edit:Jordan shaw

What if it was a call NOT to new jersey or OVER 60 seconds?

Math guy? Tracy was a math fellow too

lmao spy shit & USA shit

As a deaf person: no

Tracy played chess

Sus girly

*says their plan right in front of the cia elevator boy*

that would be a sad job you're a highly trained spy & your job is to stand in the elevator

surprised her hair is that nice

RC: I’m not in a--… How did you find out about that? No, wait. Let me guess. Beckett to Lanie to Alexis to you.

RC: Is nothing sacred?

MR: Not much.

What if it is not a chess play maybe it is people & locations

JE: I found one from ten years ago. Tracy and a bunch of her grad student friends went on a white-water rafting trip with a Dr. Blakely, their professor, although it wasn't a good time for him. He drowned during the trip.

*Esposito hands Beckett the accident report.*

KB: So he faked his death and Tracy was in on it.

JE: WHO faked his death-- BLAKELY??

[ugh the way his voice cracks a bit on "blakely" oof]

*Esposito grabs the report back.*

KB: Uheuah… I'm sorry. I can't tell you.

JE, shaking head: You know, a man can only take so much.

RC: She isn't my partner. You are.

That little smile he loves her

I don't want to ask a question.

*asks question*

sus

Vulnerability assessment...?

Big bro didn't realize this was POST 2008

y u asking abt the linchpin? He wouldn't trust u

dun dun dun & then he dies & then the car goes omg bro open a window before u go under

aaaand they're under. If you are in a car, you must open the window BEFORE you get under the water.

Ok that is the end of the disc. I just watched the blue butterfly & I saw the commentary recently too so I won't be transcribing that today. The deleted scene is good tho. Alexis is talking abt all her internships & says she's going to apply to them all & whichever ones she does NOT get into, well, good. It eliminates them for her. Good idea.

Welp that was fun. I might go back & film some clips to post obsessively now.

[hale2me]

Opposites Attract

Eddie Munson x Reader (she/her)

This is a short little fluffy thing I quickly wrote up and actually really enjoyed! Please leave feedback :)

Synopsis: A school project reveals that Eddie Munson has a bit of a crush on you.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: Cussing and suggestions of sexual acts but mostly fluff!

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“No, no, no, no, NO!” I cried out next to the only person in my life who would listen; my best friend Robin. “She paired me up with HIM! How am I supposed to work with that?” You asked with a look of disgust on your face while sharply glaring in his direction. “He's going to do none of the work which will leave me to do it all by myself. I’m taking multiple AP college courses right now. The last thing I need is to have to complete a partnered project with Eddie Munson.” You let your head fall onto the dingy olive  green lunch room table. “I swear Mrs. Jones hates me..” 

Robin cut you off before you could continue, “Maybe he isn’t so bad? I mean to be fair we know nothing about him besides that he’s the leader of the Hellfire Club with all the rest of the dinguses. Who knows, you might make a new friend?” She asked hopefully while peeling the crust off her ham and cheese sandwich. 

“Robin, please don’t make me laugh right now. This is not a time for comedic relief.” You sighed out while picking your head up and wrangeling in your belongings off the lunch table. 

“I think you need to learn to be more positive.” Robin uttered before taking a full bite out of her sandwich. “I’m reading this book about Buddha for my Philosophy class and he once said that one must detach themselves from all that brings them happiness to find inner peace. Maybe stop thinking about getting good grades for like a minute and give Eddie a chance. He has great taste in music so that’s got to be promising, right ?” 

I rolled my eyes before speaking, “Yes Robin. I’m sure if we start talking about his love of Metallica and Iron Maiden that we can find some common ground. Oh, and in turn we might able to put together a great presentation which will inevitably give me that A I need in order to keep my percentages high enough to get into my first choice college. How could I not think about that!?” I asked sarcastically before standing up and grabbing my books. “I gotta get to the library to meet with Eddie so we can figure out a game plan here. Call me later ?” I asked while fiddling with my bookbag.  

“Yes, psycho. I’ll be sure to call you later. BE NICE!” Robin shouted as I trotted away in the direction of the Hawkins High library. 

Mrs. Smith paired up everyone in my general history course and assigned each of us historical figures who have left a lasting impact on society. We have to dissect their lives and then eventually present on how they changed the world for better and for worse. Eddie and I were assigned Karl Marx which I can unquestionably assume Eddie knows nothing about. I began running through my head all the things that would need to be done prior to our presentation. 

The library was mostly barren besides the random couple of people strolling through the stacks of books. I plopped myself down at a table toward the back of the library so that I wouldn’t feel as guilty if we began to get noisey. Eddie and I were supposed to meet here at exactly noon. I’m always early though so I assumed I would be here first. Wasting time, I began to flip through some books I had previously rented on the impact Karl Marx left. I got caught up in my reading before I realized that I was no longer alone at the table. 

“Hey partner. Ready to get our study on?” The black haired boy spoke as he adjusted his body in the very uncomfortable wooden chair. He wore a black leather jacket that had seen better days and a red bandana wrapped around his head holding the bouncy curls back from getting in the way of his sight. 

I looked down at my watch and back up at him, “It’s 12:23. Where have you been ?” I asked with a tone full of annoyance. 

“Oh, there was a kitten stuck in a tree outside and a little old lady begged me to help her get him down. I told her that I really needed to get to the library so I could study but she insisted. Anyway, I’m just a town hero now. No big deal or anything. You know it made me think that maybe I should become a firefighter because-” You cut him off before he could finish his over dramatic and very bogus story. 

Tapping your fingers against the wooden table you spoke, “I don’t care. Your charm may work on every other girl but I can assure you that it will do nothing with me.” You raised your arms to cross them against your chest. “I don’t know or like you, and you don’t know or like me. We just have to get through this project together and then we can go right back to pretending like the other doesn’t exist.” You bellowed while sliding a text book toward him. “I already went through and marked all the pages that contain content I believe is worth sharing. I’d greatly appreciate it if you could compile that all together so that it’s easier for me to write this.” 

Eddie’s face looked taken aback. His eyes were wide and his lips pursed. “Well. Alright then.” He said while shaking his head, “I guess that’s that ..” 

“Just please do it fast so we don’t have to sit here all day. I’m gonna start the format of our paper.” You huffed while jotting some information down on a white piece of paper. 

“So you’re just planning on doing all of this then?” He asked in a surprised tone. I don’t know why he was so flabbergasted by the idea that I would be the one in charge. He clearly wasn’t competent enough to write his own name let alone an entire research paper. 

We sat in silence for an hour before I looked up to ask him if he was done with his portion yet. 

“Yes,” He responded. “I didn’t use much of the textbook though.” 

“What do you mean?” I was too confused to comprehend. 

“I studied Marx a lot actually. He was quite the intellectual. Did you know he wrote his first book at only 19 years old? Or that he actually ran a newspaper for a short period of time that ended up becoming so successful, he was banned from ever working for a newspaper again because the government didn’t want him to insert ideas into the minds of the people. Pretty crazy actually..”  He finished. 

I was in awe for a moment before finding the ability to speak. “Actually, I didn’t know that. Why do you know so much about Marx??” I asked dumbfoundingly. 

“I was always fascinated by his way of thinking. I’ve studied Marx for years.” He stammered while sliding his notes over to me. 

I took the notes and folded them away into my notebook for safe keepings. “Maybe you shouldn’t just assume ideas about people before getting to know them (L/N). You’d be surprised what you could learn.” He spoke to me while stuffing away his paper and pencil into his bag. 

“I um- I’m-m sorry.” I stuttered at first. “You’re absolutely right. That was really shitty of me and I apologize for speaking to you like a child. I shouldn’t have assumed-” He stopped me mid sentence. 

“Don’t worry about it. We just gotta get through this project and then we never have to speak again. Tomorrow, same time and place?” He asked before getting up from his seat. 

“Uhhhh yeah- yeah I’ll be here.” I mumbled as he began walking away. 

Fuck, I feel like an asshole now. Who would have thought that Eddie Munson was so keen on Marxism? Definitely not me. I finished up what I was working on and left the library but couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. I already apologized to him but I didn’t feel like that was enough. Of all people, I know what it’s like for someone to assume incorrectly about who I am. Most people who meet me just assumed I was a straight A student who only did what mommy and daddy said. Well, I guess they wouldn’t be wrong by assuming that but still, that’s not the point. 

You wanted to make it up to Eddie somehow so the next day when you met at the library you had brought him a freshly baked treat. Surprisingly Eddie had beat you to the library, sitting in the same spot you had the day prior. 

“Well, well, well … look who’s late now?” He questioned with his boots propped up on the edge of the wooden table. I couldn’t help but smirk at his demeanor. “Yeah, well I promise I actually have a good reason-” He cut me off before I could finish. “If you try and tell me you were saving a kitten, I will leave immediately.” He said with a smart ass expression. 

“Oh no no. That’s your thing. I actually went out on my lunch break and got you this.” I said while handing over a still warm brownie square. “I don’t know what kind of treats you like but I figured I couldn’t go wrong with a brownie.” He laughed and began sniffing at it. “I truly am sorry for yesterday. I felt terrible all day and I hope you can forgive me.” I asked while sitting down with him. 

“Well it just so happens that brownies are one of my top three favorite desserts so, you’re forgiven (L/N). BUT, I got my eye on you.” He spoke while pointing at me. 

I don’t know why but for some reason that made my blood rush into my cheeks. Was I blushing at something Eddie said? That can’t be right …. Right ? I wondered. Maybe I had been mistaken about who Eddie is as a person this whole time. Maybe he actually was just a nice normal guy who was secretly into Karl Marx and eating brownies. 

“I wrote this up last night. It’s a quick guide to what I think would be beneficial for us to write about…” He drifted on with all the key points he created. Soon we had fallen into a long conversation on our views of Marx’s beliefs and what they meant to us. Before I knew it, the school day was over. Time had completely went out the window and I had felt like I was in a trance the entire time we were together. 

“Oh. Look at the time.” I spoke after hearing the last school bell of the day ring. Suddenly my stomach let out a loud rumble. Oh, I forgot I didn’t have time to eat lunch today since I went out to get that brownie for Eddie. I suddenly began feeling ravenous. Apparently my stomach had let out a loud enough roar that Eddie heard it as well. 

“You know if you don’t have anything planned you should come over to my place.” He said as we walked toward the exit of the library side by side. “Your stomach sounds like it could go for a bowl of my famous mac’n cheese which I would be delighted to make for you.” He smiled. 

“Oh, Eddie I wouldn’t want to impose-” He raised his hand up at me again. 

“Why did I know you would say that? It’s honestly the least I could do for you since you braved these cold winds and icy paths just to get me a fresh brownie.” He uttered while gesturing to the outside. 

“Eddie it’s like sixty degrees out …” I laughed at his playful demeanor. 

“I’m sure that’s cold to someone.” We both laughed. “Come on, live a little. I promise I won’t poison the mac… this time.” He said while trying to imitate a creepy cackle. 

I couldn’t help but suddenly feel so elated in his presence. Was I forming a crush on Eddie Munson? No, I’m sure I’m just making a new friend? We’re nothing alike. He was a freak and I was … well I’m just me. Squeaky clean, keeps to herself, follows all the rules without question, (Y/N). 

I sighed, “Okay Munson. I’ll come over. But this mac better be damn good.” 

He smiled while letting out an “A-HAH!” at me. “It’s my family's secret recipe so this is kinda a big deal (L/N). Nobody outside of my family has ever had the pleasure of trying it.” 

We reached his van and he followed me to the passenger side of the vehicle to open the door for me while holding his hand out to help me step up into the seat. “My lady.” He spoke. 

I giggled and placed my hand in his, “My lord.” I spoke back. I must have taken him off guard by playing along because I saw a light glimmer in his eyes after I responded. I wanted to show him that I could be playful and goofy too. I wasn’t completely an uptight nerd. 

Once in the van, Eddie placed a tape in his cassette player and slowly turned the volume knob down. “Usually this can get pretty loud but, for your sake, I’ll keep it low.” 

I pretended to be offended by his words by raising a hand to my heart and leaving my jaw open. “Munson. How dare you not crank this song!” 

“You got it babe.” He let out with a grin before turning the knob to its highest setting. Iron Man by Black Sabbath began weeping through the speakers as Eddie peeled out of the parking lot. The drive was no longer than 15 minutes but it may have been the most fun 15 minutes of my life. We sang poorly over the blasting sound system and banged our heads along to the tune until we reached his trailer. 

Eddie turned the knob back down and withdrew the keys from the ignition. “Home sweet home!” He spoke before propping his door open and jumping out. I grabbed my bag and let myself out while taking the scenery in. I had never been to Forest Hills Trailer Park but I’ve heard a lot about it. Kids at school always made it sound so terrible, but to be truthful it wasn’t so bad. Every trailer seemed to have a sort of flare to it; a nice personalization that made every home unique. 

I followed Eddie up the short stairs into his trailer and was immediately swallowed by the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne. To my left was a small kitchen with a dinette and to my right was a living area surrounded by a brown carpet and trucker hats swarming the walls. There was a small sofa with a blanket draped on it that sat in front of the tv. Eddie caught me gazing around and interrupted my thoughts. 

“I live here with my uncle Wayne. He's a really great guy. Took me in when my folks decided to prioritize a different kind of lifestyle.” He didn’t go into detail but I think I knew what he was trying to say. 

“He sleeps on the couch and I have the bedroom in the back. It’s not much but it's mine and I love it.” He said while smiling and looking through his pantry. 

I changed the subject quickly, not wanting to kill the mood. “So this mac’n cheese… what’s the special ingredient ?” I asked while taking small steps around the living area and running my fingers over the knick knacks that danced around the living room. 

“Well, get ready cause I’m about to knock your socks off.” He said before grabbing a little blue box from the pantry. “This is my Great Grandma Kraft’s recipe. It’s made up of noodles, this weird powdered stuff, butter, and milk.” He shook the box in my direction while I finally realized that this super secret recipe wasn't actually so secret. 

“So you’re telling me that you lured me to your home just so you could make me a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese !? Mr. Munson, I am very disappointed in you.” I laughed while sinking down into the small couch, turning my body around just enough to be able to see his face.

Suddenly Eddie’s face looked more serious. Did I say something wrong? Oh no. I hope I didn’t upset him. Before I could say anything else, Eddie beat me to the punch. “Careful now (L/N). Talking to me like that just might make me fall in love with you.” I gulped at his words. 

I didn’t respond to him but merely watched as he guided himself through the kitchen. You never took notice of his hands and how beautiful you found them to be. Littered with sparkly silver rings and small blue veins that ran through his palms. I felt a small quiver run through my lower abdomen while imagining how his fingers would feel moving across my body. 

“(Y/N), you good?” I was interrupted from my thoughts. Eddie was trying to get my attention while I was busy thinking about him finger fucking me. Focus (Y/N)! 

“Hm? Yeah, mhm I’m g-good.” I stumbled on my words. 

“Okay. Did you want a big bowl or a small bowl?” He asked me while showcasing his selections of mismatched dishes. “Hmmmm. Bigger bowl for sure. I got a hearty appetite today.” In more ways than one... 

“You can throw on a movie if you want ? I’ll get us some mac. Videos are on the rack next to the tv.” He said while waving towards the shelving unit. 

I ran my fingers across the wide collection while listening to Eddie rummage through the silverware in the kitchen. “Hmmm..” I thought outloud. “Let’s go with something scary!” I shouted to Eddie while grabbing Friday The 13th. 

“Oh, nice pick!” He said while carefully planting both legs over the couch while still holding two bowls in his hands and maneuvering into the seat. “Nailed it!” He yelped while holding out a bowl for me to grab. I set up the movie and quickly ran back over to the couch to take the hot bowl of mac. 

“Munson, this looks exquisite. Honestly, I think my home economics teacher could be put to shame with this meal.” I said before shoving a heaping spoonful of the steaming pasta in my mouth. He laughed at my expression before extending the hand that he wasn’t holding his macaroni bowl in, “Hey you got a little shmutz on your face.” He said before moving his thumb over my cheek to wipe away the cheese smear. I felt the cool of his ring swipe over my hot skin which triggered a shiver to graze down my spine. I tried turning my focus back to the movie and acting as if everything was completely fine and that there totally wasn’t a throbbing sensation pulsing between my legs currently. 

I sat straight up with my knees perched upward so I could rest my bowl on them. Eddie’s back was turned into the corner of the couch while his legs extended out toward me, his foot tapping near mine. I felt so comfortable and happy in his presence, I never wanted it to go away. I could sulk in this moment for hours upon hours if he let me. 

Eddie turned his face toward me from the tv, “Can I ask you something?” He asked quietly. 

Oh, that’s not terrifying at all. 

“Yeah, of course.” I mumbled before gulping down another spoonful of food. 

“Why did you think I didn’t like you ? At the library you said that I didn’t like you and that you didn’t like me. Why?” He spoke quietly but firmly. 

“Oh, well I ..” I’m not ashamed to admit he caught me off guard with this question. 

“I guess that we’ve just never really talked. I mean we both have completely different interests and hobbies. I could only assume you wouldn’t want anything to do with a person who you have nothing in common with ?” I asked inquisitively. 

He shook his head at me before setting his bowl down on the small coffee table that sat in front of us. “See, that’s simply not true though.” He uttered 

I stared at him with a questioning face, waiting for him to explain. 

“Well, we both have a thing for Marx. That’s a start!” 

“Okay but-” He continued on without giving me a chance to interrupt. 

“We both love some pretty fucking awesome tunes…” 

I stared at him, studying his facial expressions as he spoke. 

“And we both like chocolatey sweets!” He exclaimed. “Look how much we found out we have in common in the past two days. Honestly, if I didn’t think you despised me entirely, I would have already asked you out on a proper date.” 

“Oh.” I breathed. I really did not see that one coming. This boy sure knows how to keep someone on their toes. “You uh, you would have asked me out?” I asked. Maybe he meant it in another way? Eddie Munson didn’t actually like me. No, I was positive that couldn’t be. 

“Yesterday when we were supposed to meet at 12, I- I uh was actually on time.” He stuttered. “I got to the library and saw you sitting there reading and uh, got kinda nervous if we’re being one hundred percent honest here. I can’t even believe I’m saying this outloud but, I drove you here so you’re kinda forced to listen to me ramble..” He caught his breath while fiddling with the rings on his fingers. I couldn’t help but giggle at his wording. 

“Oh, I’m not laughing at you. I mean well, I- uh kinda am but- no, no please keep going.” I babbled. “I’m sorry.” 

He smiled at my hiccups, making me feel better for sounding like such an asshole. I set the bowl I had still been holding down on the table next to his before making eye contact with him again. 

 “I’ve uh- kinda had a crush on you since ninth grade geometry.” He was beginning to look nervous as he spoke, hiding slightly behind the curls that graced his face. I had never seen Eddie in this kind of manner. He was always making a scene or speaking his mind without a care in the world and not thinking twice about it. 

“You’ve liked me for over three years and now you’re telling me?” I questioned. “Eddie, I ..” He stopped me again. 

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I just have really been wanting to get this off my chest before we graduate. And …” He went on. “I may have also begged and pleaded for Mrs. Jones to pair us up.” 

I was in complete shock while staring down at my fingers and being at a loss for words. 

“I can take you home if you’d like. I just wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I didn’t say anything. We can pretend like this never happened and just do our project and go back to normal and I -” I cut him off this time. 

“Eddie… I would love to go on a proper date with you.” I let out grinning up at him. 

“Wait. You’re not just saying that to make me feel better right? Because I can-” 

I leaned across the couch and without hesitation lifted myself up toward him and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. They were much softer than I could have imagined and oddly enough fit perfectly in between my own. I lingered for only a moment to reassure him that he would actually need to take me out on a date if he wanted more where that came from. 

I pulled away slowly and while still close to him, whispered into his lips, “You kinda talk a lot.” Letting out a quiet chuckle. He brought his hand up to caress my cheek while we continued to stare into each other's eyes, “Baby, I’ll talk all night long if it means you’ll keep doing that.” He blurted out before we both started laughing. 

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and exchanges of life stories, getting to know one another better. I didn’t know what the future held for us but I couldn’t wait to find out. 

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I’d really love to make a smutty second part to this if y’all like it!

[st0nesnglitter]

The boss

This man, this fucking man, will be the death of me

Also it’s the gifs fault this has taken so long cause I’ve just been staring at him

Also thanks to @quindolyn who helped me write a part of this so I could get it out

Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fiction and the abuse of this power balance isn’t acceptable.

Smut lol

The constant tapping of keys could make you mad sometimes, a pattering melody that indicated that time was passing during your work days. The job was simple. Check emails, answer the phone and keep track of his schedule. During the months of working for Mr. Black you had also developed a habit of ordering his lunch. In his top drawer he always had some crappy candy to keep him going, sometimes walking down to the floor below to get himself a coffee, and nothing more. So you asked him if he wanted a sandwich when you got back from your lunch break and kept doing it ever since.

The sound of buzzing pulled you from your thoughts and you looked down to press the intercom button.

“What do you need, sir?” You asked politely and looked over at the calendar to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything.

“Will you please get in here?” Sirius responded before dropping the conversation, keeping pleasantries short.

You stood up and straightened out your skirt before walking around your desk. Even though didn’t need to you gave the door a small knock before opening the door to his office.

“What can I help you with?” You asked sweetly and closed the door behind you.

Sirius sat behind his pitch black desk wearing just a dress shirt and slacks, his jacket descarded over the stiff sofa by the window. His hair was pulled into a bun that sat at the bottom of his neck, a couple curls had sprung free and framed his face.

“Can you look over these forms for me and then get them down to HR?” He asked holding a folder up toward you and you stepped forward to take it.

“Sure, should I make copies and get them back here or are HR filing them?” You asked as you flipped through the papers to get an understanding of what they were about.

“Tell them to file them, don’t want to put any more work load on you, love” he said and looked up with a smile, before turning back to his screen, “that’s all”.

You took the folder and walked out to your desk again, a little more flushed in the face than when you walked in. Before you took the job you had heard how the boss was harsh and pretty mean when he wanted to, but Sirius seemed to have taken a liking to you. He had only spoken kind words to you and had never made you worked overtime. In the mornings he always greeted you, sometimes staying to have a chat about the day ahead, and if he didn’t stay to work late into the night he always bid you goodbye.

Your thoughts started to wander into a daydream as you tried to read the forms he had given you, slowly drifting to some rather inappropriate thoughts to have about your boss. But how could you not when he looked like that? Eyes shining like the moon with such a depth that could make anyone lose their breath, hair silky and shiny that fell over his shoulders perfectly and the most blinding smile. How you got to see him so dressed everyday always made your mind wander to how he looked under his clothes. And his hands, oh his hands, were the most glorious things you’ve seen. The rings he wears, the way the veins pop out when he grips a pen and how he gestures to make his point clear always made you drool and your knees buckle. It always ended up with you thinking about how his hands would feel on you.

You shook your head to rid the thoughts and took a deep breath. After lazily reading through you walked three offices over to give them over to HR. The secretary behind the desk was unfamiliar to you and you greeted him with a smile, making some small talk before walking back to your desk.

The rest of your work day was uneventful. Talking with other companies over the phone, planning meetings and updating Sirius’ schedule over the next month.

Two men walked in for an afternoon meeting and you decided to take a little break, going down to the nearest cafe.

When the two men came back out you met them with a smile and the blonde one walked up to your desk.

”He wants you to in there” he said before giving you a quick nod.

You finished up the email you were writing and went into the office. Sirius sat behind his desk with his jaw clenched, fingers tapping against the wood of the table.

“What’s wrong Sir?” It was clear that something was wrong with Sirius, tension radiated off of him, if the physical signs weren’t clear enough.

“Close the door please,” he commanded with a stern tone and a slight unpleasant feeling washed over you as his irritation was now directed toward you. For the whole time you had worked for him he had never been harsh against you.

Closing the door behind you, making sure it latched, you walked further into his office and thoughts were flashing in your head. Is he going go fire you? Did something happen to the deal? Was it your fault?

“Did those men bother you?” He asked, his eyes holding yours with what seemed like a kindness hidden behind layers of despise and

You furrowed your brow in confusion, had you missed something? The only words they had uttered to you was about him wanting you in his office.

“No sir, is something the matter?” He was silent, “Did they agree to your proposal? Should I begin the paperwork?”

He scoffed, leaning back further in his chair, “I won’t be doing business with them. I’m sorry if you wasted your time with beginning the paperwork.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t start it but may I ask why not? It seemed like a promising partnership.”

Sirius sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose, seemingly very upset over something. When he didn’t answer right away you opened your mouth to say some rushed apology if you overstepped some boundaries, but then his cool grey eyes shot up at you.

“They said some very unprofessional things about you and I don’t wanna validate their statements by going into a partnership with them”.

You were slightly taken aback by his statement: both relieved that you were not the one who explicitly did something but also even more stressed since he blew off a big deal because of you.

“Mr. Black, if I’m in some way am standing in the way of this deal I can stand back, work behind the scen-“ you started but got cut off by him standing up abruptly.

“You did not do anything wrong. They’re just sexist pigs who obviously never been in the presence of a gorgeous woman” he muttered out, dropping the professionalism and the proper words, shifting the energy in the room.

He turned around to look at you, the line in between his eyebrows softening and he slowly tilted his head.

“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to put this in you” Sirius put his hands in his back pockets and pulled his lips into a thin line.

“I’m just confused why you aren’t more upset about the deal” you said honestly, feeling comfortable to share your thoughts in the more casual conversation you had, “I’ve been planning sub-meetings for weeks”.

“They disrespected you! Said some shit about you being a trophy” he sighed and leaned against the front of his desk, “can’t stand stuff like that”.

Your eyebrows knitted together tighter and let your head fall into a shake as you huffed slightly.

“Don’t understand why I go higher than a multi million dollar deal”.

Sirius looked back up to you again and sighed, but not as frustrated anymore.

“You really don’t get it, huh?” He asked, mostly rhetorically, but was encouraged to continue when he saw your little shake, “you are ethereal. You have this magnetism to you and I’ve tried to stay away but it’s so fucking hard!”

You gasped slightly at his word and in a haze from his compliments you took two small steps forward, getting closer to him.

“Why don’t you try not staying away from me?” You asked in a quiet voice, almost like you didn’t want him to hear.

But, oh, did he hear you and he closed the gap in between you, soft lips grazing yours. He stopped his movements right before it became an actual kiss, savoring the moment before crashing into you.

The kiss went from slow and reassuringly to heated in a matter of minutes and you started to grip onto him harder, pulling him as close as possible. But as his kiss went down your neck you realized where you were and who you were doing this with.

“We.. we maybe shouldn’t do it here, in your office” you whimpered out, but your grip on him to get him closer, “you’re my boss”.

His lips kept attacking your neck, sucking and biting, and he huffed at your comment.

”We can stop if you want, just say the words” he challenged and nipped extra hard at your neck.

You shook your head violently and let out a gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, right by your pulsepoint.

“You’re a teenage wet dream” he pulled away to look at you, his lips a little swollen, “the sexy secretary”. He punctuated his words by grabbing a handful of your ass.

Sirius’ lips went back to your neck but slower this time. The passion was still their but it felt like he made an attempt to savor it, to take his time. His hands gripped onto your hips to push you closer to him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk?” He growled as he pulled off his tie, snapping you out of your shock and your hand went to help him with the buttons of his white shirt.

His movements were harsh but you were always comfortable, he kept pulling away for eye-contact to make sure you weren’t regretting anything. And in your frenzy of pulling at the fabrics around his body your brushed against the package in his pants and his whole self tensed up. At first the placement of your movements and his reaction didn’t connect, but when it clicked you laughed breathlessly and started to palm his softly.

“Did that feel good, Mr. Black?” You asked as innocently as you could when you stood there with your skirt hiked up, red marks all over your neck and with your hand on your boss’ bulge.

“Oh you little minx” he growled before reaching for the buttons of your blouse.

Slowly the black fabric of your bra started showing and he let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, letting out a low groan, before taking in the view that was your chest. His eyes raked over your figure and a mix between a giddy smile and a mischievous smirk found its way onto his lips.

“You’re gorgeous, and all for me, huh?” He asked as his bottom lip got caught under his teeth.

You backed up so you could rest your butt against his desk, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Sirius’ hands found their way to the back of your skirt, fiddling with the zipper until he felt the nod of your head, pulling it down so you could step out of the garment.

When he got a glance of the black fabric of your panties that matched the bra he let his head fall back. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a chunk if your paycheck went to pretty underwear, one of your favorite ways of self-care.

He started undoing his pants as he watched you, eyes slightly glazed, and with his full attention on your body you felt a surge of confidence and your hands went behind your back to unclasp your bra. You let it fall to the ground, next to the rest of your clothes, and you smiled proudly at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he muttered as he grabbed onto you again, kicking his pants of off him, “gotta be quick, love, and I promise to make it up to you”.

Sirius hooked two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, kissing his way back up. Somehow he had pulled down his boxers too and your eyes went down to see the most glorious dick you’ve ever seen. Instinctively you went down to grab it but he caught you.

“Can’t right now darling, gotta be inside you right now or I might combust” he grabbed onto your hips and placed you firmly on the desk.

With your legs spread he had easy access to slowly push into you, eyes trained on yours to detect any discomfort. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretch you out, dragging a hand through his raven hair.

“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good” he let his head once again fall against your shoulder as he slowly brought his hips away from you, feeling every intricate detail of your inner walls.

The lazy pace didn’t last long though as his hips started to snap into yours, a rush flowing through his veins to make you feel as good as possible. You wrapped your legs around him and hooked your feet at small of your back.

“Harder Sirius, please” you whined, slightly embarrassed that he had made you so desperate so quickly, but the pleasure that resulted in your command let those thoughts fall out of your head quickly.

The sound in his office was downright filthy as you both moaned out loud, skin slapping against each other. Even though you were at a considerably public place that didn’t stop the noises that he pulled out of you.

“Fuck you’re so big, sir” you didn’t mean to utter the title in that moment, your need to be professional hardwired into you, and you felt Sirius slow down slightly.

“Say that again” he demanded.

“Yo-you’re so big... sir” you mewled out and his eyes scrunched together.

The speed that his hips were moving most have been close to speed of light, your body moving around like a ragdoll on the furniture. A pressure was forming in your lower stomach and an urgent need for release filled you. Your hand went down to rub at your clit but he swatted it away to do it himself.

“Are you getting close?” He breathed out, his thumb moving deliciously over your bundle of nerves.

The combination of stimulation got you so close that you couldn’t even utter the words before crashing over the edge. The way you squeezed him got him there too, filling you up with warm ropes of cum.

The two of you stood there for a while, foreheads pressed together, and basked in this new form of intimacy. Sirius slowly moved to pull out of you and let out a puff of laugh as he looked down at his clock.

“Seems like I might have kept you in the office after hours” Sirius smiled brightly at you and you shook your head with a giggle.

“Fine by me if that’s the work I do after hours.”

[potterwatch-transcripts]

First Broadcast: 29th November 1998

Angelina Johnson: Hello wizarding world. My name is Red-Hot, and you are welcome to this very special ladies night edition of Potterwatch. I am joined today by my lovely co-host, Ridgeback.

Alicia Spinnet: Pleasure to be here Red-Hot.

Angelina: We’re hosting today because River and Rapier are appearing before the Wizengamot today for breaching the international statute of secrecy, among 361 other charges.

Alicia: That’s right Red-Hot. Which brings us on to today’s news. Beloved joke manufacturer George Weasley, and noted entertainer and Griffyndor quidditch team fan Lee Jordan, are currently appearing before the highest court in the land for a variety of crimes.

Angelina: Weasley alleges that his ‘pocket chimera’ product, a miniaturised chimera toy, is not in fact dangerous.

Alicia: This comes after the charms on the product malfunctioned, and no fewer than 12 chimeras grew to gigantic size and terrorised muggles across the country, including members of the royal family.

Angelina: Although it is traditional for the Queen to be informed of the existence of magic, and in fact 2 of Queen Victoria’s daughters attended hogwarts (Hufflepuff 1859-1866 and Ravenclaw 1868-1875), it is unusual, although not unheard of, for a chimera to lay seige to Buckingham Palace.

Alicia: Yes, we all remember the time George III fought off the Chimera of Camden with nothing but a cheese sandwich and a sword allegedly created by Merlin.

Angelina: Weasley now faces hundreds of charges, several of which relate to his other products.

Alicia: Jordan faces several charges, after hijacking a BBC radio 3 broadcast to report on the event. He claims he was trying to warm muggles of the danger, but his repeated use of the phrase ‘this is the f*****g funniest thing I’ve ever seen begs to differ.

Angelina: Any other news Ridgeback?

Alicia: Indeed Red-Hot. Molly Weasley, noted knitter, has been awarded an order of Merlin, 2nd class, for her role in keeping Harry Potter alive and well nourished, and thus indirectly saving the wizarding world. This is on top of the Order of Godric she recieved.

Angelina: The order of Godric dear listeners, is the new honour created by minister Shacklebolt for those Griffindors who fought you know who during either wizarding wars. Counterparts for each of the houses have also been released.

Alicia: A well deserved honour for Mrs Weasley. And finally, the WDSS, or Wizards of Differing Sexualites Society, which offers support for LGBTQ+ members of the wizarding world, has revealed that its founders, kept anonymous for many years, were none other than Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black.

Angelina: I didn’t know Sirius Black was gay?

Alicia: He wasn’t, but according to the WDSS spokesperson, Sarah Cohen-Musa, Mr Black’s personal papers regarding the founding stated that he helped create the group ‘because his mother was an ardent homophobe and it would annoy her. Also everybody, regardless of gender, orientation, race or blood status should be treated equally. Except Severus Snape’. Albus Dumbledore wished to remain anonymous because he didn’t want the organisation to be damaged by association with him.

Angelina: Fasinating stuff Ridgeback. And now, we are joined by a very special guest, arguably the one of the greatest witches of the 20th Century, Rothesay.

Professor McGonnagal: Good evening girls, lovely to be here.

Angelina: Now Rothesay, you have worked at Hogwarts for many years, and served as deputy during the tenure of Albus Dumbledore. What is the most memorable event during your tenure?

McGonnagal: The Weasley swamp was probably one of most amusing and imaginative uses of magic I have ever seen. There was also the time I caught James Potter and Sirius Black attempting to smuggle a baby Swedish Shortsnout into the Slytherin common room as a ‘gift’ for Severus Snape. The dragon got loose, and spend 8 weeks living in the Astronomy Tower, where it acquired a fairly sizeable horde of trinkets, aided by Peeves, unsurprisingly.

Alicia: Whatever happened to the dragon?

McGonnagal: Despite the objections of Hagrid, who wished to keep it as a pet, the dragon, referred to by James as ‘Remus Lupin Jr’ was eventually rehoused with the help of Newt Scamander to its native Sweden. It later returned to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

Angelina: Is that true?

McGonnagal: yes, all four dragons had previously been to Hogwarts, as it helped them acclimatise. The Welsh Green was also a James Potter prank.

Alicia: Amazing Rothesay. You have been a teacher at Hogwarts a long time. Who, if anyone, was your favourite student?

McGonnagal: Obviously I have no favourites, although I am somewhat partial to Gryffindor students. A personal bias.

Angelina: ok then Rothesay, how about most frustrating students?

McGonnagal: James Potter, Sirius Black, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Lee Jordan, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Oliver Wood.

(Background sound of Harry Potter swearing loudly)

Angelina: You said that very quickly Rothesay.

McGonnagal: Ladies, you don’t understand the frustration of Oliver Wood camping outside your office in a Puddlemere United tent for 13 days due to quidditch being cancelled.

Alicia: That sounds very on brand.

Angelina: Finally Rothesay, what is your proudest moment as a teacher?

McGonnagal: The day Harry Potter returned to Hogwarts during the reign of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Followed closely by beating Slytherin in Quidditch.

Angelina: Thank you Rothesay. Potterwatch will return soon, where the password will be Quidditch. Until then, I’ve been Red-Hot.

Alicia: and I’ve been Ridgeback. Thank you and goodnight.