#it was so annoying too cuz all my items would be on the ground. some blocks have been DESTROYED i gotta rebuild my house again--

[aria0fgold]

Bro, those creepers tested my patience So Badly when I started playing Minecraft again a couple of weeks ago. I was just chilling, making my home which was in a cave opening by a small mountain side. It was mainly open cuz I was still busy building it and STAAAARRSS!!! Those creepers, would climb up the stairs I made, and Explode behind me while I was looking through my chests for items. They weren't even VISIBLE when I was looking out the mountain but whenever I turn around to handle my items they'd be behind me and the only thing I hear is that HISS then EXPLOSION THEN MY OWN PATIENCE WAVERING CUZ MY HOUSE!!! AND CHEST!!! HAVE BEEN EXPLODED. That happened to me THREE TIMES! Until I managed to get some fences on the openings cuz what is WRONG WITH THOSE CREEPERS

[fatecantstopme]

Lustful Agony

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen, aka my favorite trope.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names, an insane amount of smut, dubcon (cuz sex pollen), unprotected sex (p in v), oral (F receiving), masturbation (F).

"Would you please be careful?" you snapped.

Your partner froze and offered you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, doc. I wasn't paying attention."

"I noticed," you huffed. "There are any number of things in here that could kill us, so tread lightly."

"Maybe I should wait here."

You glanced in his direction and nodded. "You know what? Good idea. Stay there and don't touch anything."

You continued on through the dusty lab, hoping to find at least one working computer, but after 20 minutes, it seemed hopeless. Every computer had been destroyed and most of the paper files had been shredded or burned. All that remained was hundreds of glass vials filled with various liquids and gases that did gods-only-knew what.

"I'm starting to think this might be a burn and run," you called back to Bucky--still standing where you'd left him on the other side of the lab.

"If we blow this place, is there gonna be a toxic cloud?"

You shot an annoyed look in his direction. "I said 'burn', James, not 'blow'. We're not blowing up a lab filled with unknown chemicals and biological agents."

"Right, yeah." He looked at the ground, feeling slightly embarrassed. He always seemed to make a fool of himself in front of you and he hated it. He never wanted to be the fool, especially around you.

Your well-trained eyes scanned the room again before falling on a secured biological containment chamber. You knew that would be the best option for storing items for burning. All you'd need to do was get all the bio vials into the chamber and light it up.

You crossed the room to the chamber, feeling Bucky's eyes following you. He hated being in a position where he felt like he couldn't protect you, but he was out of his element here. As the resident hazardous materials expert, this was your area of brilliance.

You grumbled in annoyance when you noticed the lock on the containment chamber was activated. You were familiar with this particular model, and if you were lucky, these Hydra assholes hadn't been smart enough to bother changing the code. You input the pin, silently crossing your fingers, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the distinct sound of the mechanism unlocking.

You lifted the hood slowly, hoping to find the chamber empty. You had a momentary thought that you and Bucky should be wearing appropriate PPE, but the thought occurred to you too late.

A sound of surprise escaped your lips as a puff of sweet-smelling pink dust blew into your face from inside the cabinet. The tactical suit and gloves you were wearing did nothing to protect your respiratory system from the unknown substance.

The dust seemed to dissolve almost instantly, fading into nothingness before you could even alert Bucky to the hazard. He, of course, had heard your surprised gasp, thanks to his super soldier hearing.

"Doc? Everything okay?" he called worriedly.

"Not sure," you replied. "I, uh, I got hit in the face with some pink dust...and I'm willing to bet it's not fairy dust."

Bucky's blood ran cold. "Pink dust?"

"Yeah, smelled like some kind of super sweet candy--or those sugary wine coolers I drank in college."

Any color that remained in Bucky's face quickly drained. "Look at me."

His tone was so firm, it frightened you. Bucky normally joked around with you, but you could hear the fear in his voice and it scared you more than anything else.

You turned to face him and his expression confirmed your fears. "Do you know what it is?"

Bucky nodded. "I think so, but we won't know for sure for at least 30 minutes, possibly longer."

"Am I going to die?" your voice was so soft--so small--that even he almost didn't hear it.

"Not if I can help it."

When your eyes met his piercing blue orbs, he could see the terror reflected in them. He wanted to go to you, help you, but he knew he couldn't--not if you still had even the slightest trace of the dust on you.

"You need to rinse off before we get out of here," Bucky said calmly. "If it's what I think it is, then I can't get that stuff anywhere near me."

"Why? What'll happen?"

Bucky's gaze didn't quite meet yours. "I will tear you apart and not even realize it."

His words cut you like a knife. You knew deep in your soul Bucky would never hurt you, but if this substance could turn him into a wild animal, you wondered what the hell it was going to do to you.

You'd spotted a decontamination area when you'd first entered the lab, so you slowly made your way there, careful to avoid getting anywhere near Bucky.

Bucky radioed in to Sam to give him an update on the situation. You heard him describing what had happened and asking for another team to be sent in to destroy the facility.

You stood under the spray of the shower head and let the water pummel your skin. The pressure was almost painful, but you knew it was necessary to ensure the substance was no longer on your skin. You'd inhaled it, so you were screwed, but there was no reason for Bucky to be too.

After several minutes, you felt comfortable saying you were clean. You just wanted to get the hell out of this lab and back home.

You voiced as much to Bucky, but he shook his head slowly. "You're not gonna make it all the way home, (Y/N)."

You didn't like Bucky's use of your first name in this context...he always called you 'doc', and the change made you feel like death was around the corner.

Your face must have given away your fear because he continued. "I just mean you won't make it home before the symptoms start. Once they do, you won't want to be around anyone."

"So what do we do?"

"Safe house. It's our only option."

You groaned inwardly. You had zero desire to stay in that drafty little cabin another night, but you trusted Bucky's instincts, so you simply nodded.

Bucky was quick to usher you back to the quinjet, filling you in on his conversation with Sam. "He'll send in another team in full Level A hazmat gear. They'll take care of the place."

"Okay."

"You alright, doc? How you feelin'?"

"I feel fine so far. Just moderately terrified."

"Don't be. You're gonna be fine."

You wanted to believe him--really you did--but there was something in his voice that made you question if he even believed it.

By the time the jet touched down by the cabin, 25 minutes had passed since the moment of infection. Bucky still hadn't told you what you were dealing with and it was driving you insane.

You followed Bucky into the cabin and watched him drop his bag on the floor. He turned to look at you, eyes clearly sizing you up, checking to see if you were okay.

"Just tell me," you whispered--somewhere between a plea and a demand.

He sighed deeply. "How do you feel?"

You closed your eyes and took mental stock of your body, seeking anything out of the ordinary. "I feel hot, but that could just be the anxiety."

"How hot?"

"I don't know, like feverish, I guess."

Bucky groaned and the sound sent a wave of need through your body--a need that shocked you to your very core. This was absolutely not the time for your stupid crush to rear its head.

"Please don't hit me, okay? I'm just gonna touch your hand."

"Why would I hit you?" you asked a second before his flesh hand met yours. The feeling was pleasant and it warmed you from the inside out, until he removed his hand. You inhaled sharply as an intense pain you couldn't describe shot through you.

Bucky jerked his hand away, his worst fears confirmed. "I know what it is."

"Please," you whimpered.

"It's a biological agent Hydra developed when their attempts to make a useable super soldier serum failed. It was designed to induce a euphoric sexual state that would result in agony and possible death if penetrative sex was not performed and an orgasm was not achieved."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Hydra believed they could create super soldiers the old fashion way--by breeding them. Sprinkle some of the magic dust on a super soldier and he'd fuck his way through a room full of women without a single care for their well-being. They called it 'sex pollen'."

Your breathing was labored as pain began to spread through your body. You tried desperately to ignore it and focus on Bucky's words. "What happened?"

Bucky couldn't look at you as he responded softly, "None of the women survived the mating process."

You realized now what he'd meant back at the lab. You didn't really want to know, but you found yourself asking the question anyway, "Did they do it to you?"

Bucky closed his eyes, desperately trying to push the dark memories back down. "Yeah. They did."

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Bucky shook his head, banishing the memories. "It doesn't matter. What matters now is how we handle this."

"If the sex pollen had that kind of effect on a super soldier, what's it gonna do to me?"

"I imagine it's going to be significantly worse for you if you don't...umm--if you don't reach climax."

"So I have to orgasm? Seriously?"

"I wish it were that simple."

Before you could respond, you doubled over in pain, an agonized groan escaping your parted lips.

Bucky rushed to you without thinking and laid his hands on your arms. You let out a pained whine and he pulled away, suddenly remembering what was happening.

"It feels like my skin is on fire," you cried.

"I know, doll. I know."

It was killing Bucky not to be able to help you. He was your protector in every situation, but he couldn't protect you from this. He knew exactly what kind of hell you were in for and it nearly broke him.

The waves of pain subsided and you were able to pull yourself upright. "Well this is fun," you mumbled.

"It's gonna get worse, (Y/N). Much, much worse."

"That's comforting, Buck. Thank you."

He gave you a sad look. "You can't do this alone."

"What do you mean?"

"The pollen was designed to force the creation of life...the only way to alleviate the pain is to give the pollen what it wants."

Your brain had become too muddled to understand what he was saying. "Plain English, Buck. Please."

"You, uh, you have to have sex."

"So you're saying I can't just masturbate this away?"

Bucky shook his head. "You have to have sex and your partner has to umm--ejaculate inside you."

Another wave of pain raked its claws through your skin, but you managed to stay upright this time. "What happens if I don't?"

You saw the look of sadness on Bucky's face and you knew you wouldn't like his answer. "You'll die."

"Well, fuck." You winced, reaching out to grab the back of the couch for stability. The pain was only increasing and you knew it was a matter of time before you couldn't take it any longer. "How sure are you that I'll die?"

"I mean, I don't know any regular humans that survived contact with the pollen. They were used as test subjects during its creation."

"I swear, Hydra gets more disgusting every time I learn something new."

Bucky was dying to help you. Seeing you in pain was agonizing for him and he knew his pain paled in comparison to yours. He would do anything for you--all you need do was ask.

"I'm gonna try waiting it out," you said firmly.

"What?" Bucky said, shock evident in his tone.

"I'm sure as hell not gonna force you to fuck me, Bucky. So I'm gonna wait it out."

"(Y/N), you're not forcing me to do anything. I'm offering to help. I don't want you to die."

You shook your head. "I'd rather die than force you into this."

"I'm offering--"

"Don't," you snapped. "No matter what you say, I'm going to feel like I'm forcing you to do something and I can't deal with that. So please, let me try to handle this alone."

Bucky knew for a fact he could overpower you with ease, especially when you were in such a state. He could make the pain stop and you would be glad for it in the moment. But he couldn't do it. He would never ever hurt you like that, even if it meant watching you die. It just wasn't something he was capable of.

"Okay, doll."

You could tell he didn't want to agree, but you were glad he wasn't arguing. All you wanted to do was tear your clothes off and try to find some sort of relief. The fire burning under your skin was intensifying by the second.

"I'm gonna take a cold shower and lock myself in the bedroom. Please stay out here."

Bucky simply nodded. He wanted to sit on this couch and listen to the sounds of your pain about as much as he wanted to get shot in the face. But he respected you too much to ignore your wishes.

You dragged yourself into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing before climbing into the cold shower. The frigid water seemed to help at first, but you discovered the effects were short-lived.

You leaned your head against the cold tile and let out a pained sob. You wanted the pain to stop so badly, but you didn't want to involve Bucky. You couldn't. Bucky was your closest friend and partner. His was the relationship you valued most in life and you wouldn't risk it for anything. It didn't matter you were in love with him. It didn't matter you'd wanted him from the moment you'd laid eyes on him. What mattered is you knew he didn't feel the same.

Bucky had a new girl in his bed several times a week. You were pretty sure you'd never seen the same girl twice in the three years you'd known him. Each one was a tall, blonde, model-thin, gorgeous woman. You didn't check a single one of those boxes. You didn't think Bucky was shallow, he just had a type. He was one of the hottest men you'd ever seen, so it only made sense for him to be with the hottest women.

You didn't think you were ugly, by any means. You just weren't his type. You were shorter, very curvy, girl-next-door average. You'd accepted it long ago and vowed to never tell him how you felt for fear of jeopardizing your friendship. Your current situation was as close as you could get to your biggest fear and you weren't willing to risk it. You loved him too much to lose him entirely. Even if he insisted he was willing to help, you knew he would come to regret it. Things would be awkward between you and eventually your friendship would come to an end.

"Not worth the risk," you muttered to yourself.

The cooling effects of the shower had long since worn off, so you turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As you wrapped it around your body, you found it was too small to cover everything and the scratchy material was painful against your overly sensitive skin.

You dropped the towel to the ground and opened the door a crack. "Bucky?"

"Yeah, doll?"

"Um, the towel hurts my skin, so um...please don't look while I walk to the bedroom."

Bucky inhaled deeply, calming himself. Sure, he wasn't impacted by the pollen, but the fact that your naked body was a few feet away from him certainly did.

"I'll close my eyes."

You tentatively opened the door and peeked out. You could see Bucky sitting on the couch, eyes closed as promised. You quickly rushed from the bathroom to the open bedroom door, shutting it behind you. In your haste to get out of sight, you neglected to lock the door.

You nearly collapsed onto the bed, the need to feel some relief the only thing on your mind. Normally, you would have been embarrassed to even consider touching yourself when Bucky was so close by, but this was an extreme circumstance. You mentally told yourself you needed to be quiet at the very least, given his excellent hearing.

You tried to get as comfortable as you could, but it was impossible. The only parts of your body that didn't ache were the ones you were actively touching. You slipped your dominant hand between your legs and felt another wave of embarrassment hit when you felt just how wet you were.

The moment your fingers brushed between your folds, you let out a loud moan. You slapped your hand across your mouth and hoped Bucky mistook the sound for one of pain.

Bucky was breathing heavily as he sat on the couch less than 10 feet from the bedroom door. He could hear every tiny little sound you made, even as you desperately tried to stay quiet.

He knew he shouldn't be turned on by those sounds--not when you were experiencing something so awful--but he couldn't help it. He'd dreamed of hearing you moan for him a hundred times before. It took all his will-power to not bust down that door and give you what you needed.

You let out a particularly obscene moan and Bucky had to stifle his own. His cock strained against his pants and he hated himself for being turned on. He tried to tell himself it wasn't his fault--he'd wanted you for years--but he couldn't shake the feeling of shame.

Ten minutes went by and the sounds coming from the bedroom continued. Bucky gripped the back of the couch with all his strength, determined to not give himself even a modicum of pleasure from this.

Another five minutes passed and he heard you let out a pained sob. His heart skipped a beat and he listened closely for any more noise. He heard the distinct sounds of you crying and his resolve broke. He immediately went to your door and knocked.

"Doll? You okay?"

"It hurts so much," you whimpered.

He leaned his forehead against the door. "I know, sweetheart. Please let me help you. Please."

He could hear you writhing around on the bed, whimpers of pain reaching his ears and making him tear up.

"I can't--it didn't work," you cried. "I'm so hot--it hurts."

"Please, baby," Bucky begged. He placed his hand on the doorknob, dying to turn it and get to you.

"Bucky," you whimpered.

The pain in that one simple word made his decision for him. He turned the knob and was surprised to find the door unlocked. He opened the door a crack, but kept his eyes away from the bed.

"Let me help you," he pleaded again.

Your eyes roamed his gorgeous figure and you let out a choked sob. Nothing else mattered in that moment--all you could think about was him.

"Make it stop," you begged him.

Bucky's eyes snapped open, meeting yours in a desperately hungry look. He didn't say a word, didn't even allow his brain to process the deeper meaning of what he was about to do. You'd asked him to help you--to stop the pain--so that was exactly what he was going to do.

He stripped out of his tactical suit as fast as possible, leaving himself in his boxer briefs, cock straining to be set free.

You reached out a hand to him and he went to you without a thought. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes scanned your face.

"Are you sure about this, doll?" he asked softly.

"I need you," you whimpered back.

Those three little words shattered the sliver of resolve he'd had left. His lips met yours in a hungry, devouring kiss--all teeth and tongue. His hands latched onto your soft curves, touching every inch of skin he could reach.

Everywhere he touched felt like ice against your burning skin. The sensation both incredible and painful all at once. Whatever bit of shyness or insecurity you had was wiped away by the sheer intensity of it all.

Bucky's lips attacked your neck, your jaw, your collarbone--nipping and sucking bruising marks into your skin. While it felt good, it wasn't nearly enough.

"Need more."

Bucky nudged his knee between your legs to spread them wider for him. "I know, baby. I know."

He quickly descended down to your aching core, blowing hot air against it in a teasing manner. You whined and scratched at his scalp, reminding him this was not the time for teasing.

He flicked his tongue between your pussy lips, seeking out your clit immediately. The second his tongue brushed against it, you cried out in pleasure--the first real feeling of relief you'd had since you'd been infected.

Bucky smiled to himself as he settled in to properly feast on your pussy, reveling in the essence of you against his tongue, invading all of his senses.

You gripped his hair in one hand and the sheet in the other, gyrating wildly as Bucky ate you with abandon. The pleasure was blinding, but you could still feel the undercurrent of raging fire flowing through your veins.

Bucky seemed to instinctively know exactly what you enjoyed, following your body like he had a roadmap to your pleasure points. He sent you over the edge with ease three times before finally coming up for air.

You reached for him, still hungry for more. "Bucky."

"I'm here, baby." He kissed you deeply, hands gripping your hips tightly. He wanted to take his time with you, but he knew he couldn't--you needed more from him and you needed it now.

He was quick to discard his underwear before lining himself up with your entrance. His cock nudged against your aching hole and you both moaned.

"Please, please, please, please..." you begged.

Bucky knew what you needed and he wasted no time sheathing himself inside of you. You cried out in pain as his cock stretched you more than you'd ever experienced before. The pain quickly subsided into pleasure and the pollen seemed to sense its purpose was near.

You felt a surge of need and you begged him to fuck you. "I need it, please, Bucky."

"I've got you, sweetheart." He began to thrust gently, trying his best not to hurt you. The sensations began to overwhelm him as much as they were overwhelming you, prompting him to move faster--losing himself in the feeling of you.

"Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well."

Your pussy fluttered in response, a soft whine escaping your lips.

"Best pussy I've ever had. So tight and wet for me. Made for me, weren't you?"

You nodded rapidly, not really registering what he was saying.

"How many times you think I can make you cum, baby? Six? Seven? Think the pollen can get you there?"

Your eyes widened at his words. Unsure if that was possible even with pollen.

Bucky grinned down at you. "I think I can get seven. Bet this pussy will give me whatever I want, won't she? Gonna make my girl scream my name all night long."

You felt the coil in your belly snap as another orgasm rushed through you. You clung to Bucky, a string of profanity spilling past your lips.

Bucky didn't let you come down from it before pushing your body towards another orgasm. He wanted to feel you gripping his cock like this as long as possible--especially since he might never feel it again.

"Baby, you feel so good," he murmured, placing soft kisses to your face. "Love the way you're squeezing me."

"Feels so good, Bucky," you moaned.

"Fuck, been wanting to hear you say that for so long. Needed to be inside this tight little pussy so badly. It's better than I ever imagined."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wanted to ask what he meant--if he'd really imagined it, but you were too far gone to articulate a coherent thought.

As another orgasm crashed into you, you momentarily wondered if it was possible to die from overwhelming pleasure. You'd been in so much pain for so long and the sudden change to blinding pleasure was incredible. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

"How many more can you give me, sweetheart?"

"Wanfeelcum," you mumbled incoherently.

"What was that, baby? Too fucked out to speak?"

"Wanna feel you cum, Bucky," you begged.

He was already so close to the edge he nearly lost control at the sound of your voice. But if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want this to end. He was scared if he came, if he gave you what you needed, then you'd be satiated and it would all be over.

"Need to feel you cum on my cock at least one more time, baby."

You whimpered, but nodded your consent.

Bucky picked up the pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You weren't sure whether it was the pollen or his skill, but you went flying over the edge of blinding pleasure with an intensity you'd never experienced. You screamed his name as the waves crashed over you, pussy gushing juices as you squirted all over his cock and abdomen.

"Fuck yeah, baby. So fucking sexy..." he murmured. "Gonna fill you up. Give you what you want."

"Want your cum," you begged.

"That's right, pretty girl. Gonna give you my cum. Fill up this sweet pussy till you're stuffed."

"Yes, Bucky! Please!"

Bucky's hips stuttered as he came, filling your pussy with ropes of warm cum. Bucky kept thrusting slowly as he whispered your name into your skin over and over like a prayer.

Slowly, the haze created by the sex pollen began to fade, leaving you completely blissed out. Awareness of what you'd done began to creep in, but the feel of Bucky's weight on top of you kept you in the moment.

He finally slowed to a halt, but his lips were still pressing into your hot skin. After several more moments, he raised himself up just enough to kiss you sweetly, making sure you felt his adoration.

The moment he rolled off you, the full weight of what you'd done hit you like a ton of bricks. If your body would have cooperated, you would have turned over onto your side, curled up in a ball, and cried.

Bucky felt the sudden shift in your demeanor and he felt his heart clench in his chest. "(Y/N/N)..."

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Surprise lit up his face. "What?"

"I shouldn't have done that--I'm so sorry."

"I'm gonna stop you right there." He sat up a little so he could look down at your face. You wouldn't meet his gaze, but he continued anyway. "Don't you dare think for a single second that I did something I didn't want to do. You were in pain and I couldn't let that stand. I would do anything for you, (Y/N). Anything. I don't regret it and I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Your eyes finally raised to meet his and you saw nothing but honesty in his gaze. You knew he cared about you, but you were still worried you'd crossed a line neither of you could come back from.

Bucky stared at your face, taking in just how incredibly beautiful you were. He was trying to commit it to memory--never wanting to forget any bit of it.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Bucky shook his head. "You don't have to thank me, doll. Like I said, I wanted to." He paused for a moment, a silent war raging inside of him. He seemed to make a decision and once he did, the words just flowed from his mouth. "I mean it, (Y/N). I've wanted to for years--wanted you for years. I never wanted it to happen like this, but fuck baby...here we are. I would do anything you asked of me, okay? I'll rip my own heart out and light it on fire if you ask me to. So if you ask me to pretend this never happened, I will, but I need you to know I don't want to. I want to make love to you over and over again, hear you scream my name, watch your beautiful face as you fall apart for me...I want you. I will always want you."

You were completely breathless by the time he stopped talking. The words coming out of his mouth weren't what you'd ever expected to hear. "You want me?"

"I've always wanted you. Every part of you. Inside and out."

"What about all the other women?"

"What?"

"The ones you bring home all the time."

He touched your face gently, turning your head to look at him directly. "They're fine for a night, but they're not you. They were a poor substitute for the woman I really wanted, but couldn't have."

"Bucky..."

He looked a little crestfallen, mistaking your tone for rejection. "It's okay if you don't feel the same--"

Your hand gently pressed against his lips, shutting him up instantly. "If I could move properly, I would have kissed you to shut you up."

His eyes lit up and a small smile played on his lips.

"Of course I feel the same. Of course I want you. I only pushed you away tonight because I didn't want to lose you. I was afraid you would regret it."

He leaned down so he was inches away from your lips. "Oh sweetheart, I could never regret anything to do with you."

Your lips curled up in a sweet smile. "Really?"

"Mhmm."

"Buck?"

"Hmm?"

"Any chance we can make love? I wanna be in the moment...really in it."

"Right now?" he asked in surprise.

You nodded.

His lips met yours in a loving kiss. "I'm more than happy to oblige."

You grinned as he rolled back on top of you, lips pressing against yours hungrily.

"I'll make love to you as many times as you want. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Just ask."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

You smirked slowly. "Then I might have some ideas..."

"Oh really?"

"Oh yes." You pulled his face down to yours to whisper some of your inner desires into his ear.

"My god," he murmured. "You're gonna be the death of me."

You laughed lightly and he joined in before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, dead-set on giving you everything you wanted and more.

[an1meslvt]

|attitude|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: smut, smut, smut! (18+)toxic relationship themes, a bit of angst, dom!shuri, dom!switch! riri, sub!reader, bdsm themes, fluff at the end :)

translations: xhosa: kuqhubekani-what’s going on, thatha yonke into endikunika yona-take everything i give you. sthandwa-my love, usana-baby, ewe-yes

summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved. :)

you laid comfortably in the bed you shared with riri and shuri. they were down at the lab (as always) and you were quite bored honestly. ever since this big project came up, they’ve been distant due to the constant need to tweak what they’ve already worked on. now you being the considerate girlfriend you are, you completely understood that they needed to work and honestly it didn’t really bother you….at first that is.

you knew they wouldn’t always be around since shuri is a well know scientist and the queen of wakanda, and riri was her right hand man on missions and projects, but got damn! you didn’t think you would feel basically like a damn child waiting for their parents to give them attention(cuz that’s literally how you felt.)

as you thought about it more, the more annoyed you got. and to make matters worse, they haven’t been home in almost a damn week(except to shower and change, and sometimes barely that.) “bruh this shit so unfair.” you mumbled, getting up from the bed to go into the kitchen. you aggressively took out the items you needed to make dinner.

as if the universe could have the worst possible timing, riri and shuri walked in the door with wide smiles on their faces (that soon dropped when they saw how mad you clearly were.) “woah, ma! what’s wrong?” riri’s voice was slightly raised as she addressed you. “yea y/n, kuqhubekani?” shuri asked.

angrily, you threw a bowl in the sink, causing the two to jump. “how could you ask a dumb ass question like that? what’s wrong is how yall been in that mfin lab for a whole damn week! what about me?!! huh?! i need attention too!.” you yelled. shuri and riri both scrunched their faces up at your yelling.

“ok first of all calm down and talk like you got sum sense. second of all you know how important this project is so why you tripping, baby girl?” riri spoke, causing shuri to look at you expecting an answer. “maybe because it seems like the only people in this relationship is y’all two! it’s just fuck me and my feelings, right?!” you said now calming down a little, but still angry.

“so we get yelled at because you wanna be an attention whore? wow, that’s crazy.” shuri laughed. this bitch-she had the audacity to call you an attention whore just because you felt neglected?!!?? oh hell no! “oh so i’m an attention whore because i wanna spend quality time with my significant others?! you got me ALL the way fucked up.” you began to walk upstairs to the shared bedroom.

they followed close behind you, curious to see what you were about to do. once reaching your bedroom, you pulled out a suitcase. “i honestly don’t know why you pulling out yo suitcase cuz you not goin no where.” riri said, throwing your suitcase on the ground. shuri followed up by kicking the suitcase down the stairs. “y/n you need to stop playing with us as if we can’t track you down wherever you go, kimoyo beads or not.” shuri said, glaring at your kimoyo beads.

“and y’all need to stop thinking you can talk to me any kinda way! i’m not some child so stop treating me like one!” you we’re beyond hurt at this point. the two people you loved the most were growing further and further apart from you.

“Look y/n, maybe you should start being considerate of our work! we go in that lab everyday and bust our asses to make sure you and wakanda is safe!” riri yelled, walking up to you. “you’ve been more irritable lately, y/n…what your problem?” shuri now began to walk towards you. ok, now you were getting anxious. these mfs is ganging up on you! now you were fully pressed against a wall.

“why are y’all fucking ganging up on me?! all this because i want to feel loved by my girlfriends?!” the tears couldn’t stop and their faces softened as they looked at you, realizing their mistake. “y/n baby we’re so-” you cut shuri off before she could finish.

“no! i don’t wanna hear it! fuck you! fuck both of you! how dare you treat me like shit and call me names when you’re the ones who should be getting yelled at!?!” you pushed past them, grabbing your purse and phone, putting on shoes and walking out the door to your car.

of course they followed you outside, begging you to stay. “come on, y/n! don’t be like that!” riri yelled, running after you. you got in your car and closed your door before they could get to you. you pulled out of the drive way and just drove. you didn’t have a specific destination.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it’s been about 2 hours since you left and shuri and riri have begun to worry. they hadn’t gone out to look for you yet being that they knew you wanted space, but DAMN. 2 hours is absolutely insane. you took your kimoyo beads off so they couldn’t track you the easy way, they were about to do the next best thing until you finally walked through the door.

they both both ran towards you, showering you in love. “baby! are you alright?!” “are you you hurt or anything?! where did you go?!” you pushed passed them, heading up to the shared bedroom. they frowned as they followed you.

“y/n? will you talk to us please? we just want to know if you’re ok.” shuri spoke and riri nodded in agreement. “i’m fine, i went for a little drive and stopped to get me something to eat. is that ok?” you spoke, giving them a side eye and rolling them as well. riri and shuri looked at eachother before sharing a light chuckle.

“ok y/n, you getting a lil too bold now, ma. roll them pretty eyes again and see what we do.” you scoffed before turning to face them fully. “not shit, that’s what. i really don’t wanna talk to y’all right now.” you said waving them off, but shuri wasn’t goin for it.

she grabbed your arm tightly before giving you that look. “you wanna repeat that princess?” shuri said and riri followed up right behind her. “yea cuz obviously you we must’ve heard you wrong or sum…cuz ain’t no way you just said that.”’she then pulled on your other arm so now you were basically restricted.

they begin to kiss your neck, slowly removing each item of clothing you had on (as well as themselves). “you want us to show how sorry we are, mami?” shuri asked, biting your neck like a starved animal. you let out a faint “yes please.” to let them know they could continue.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“oh fuuuccckk.” you moaned in ecstasy. riri was between your legs while shuri kissed all over you. “yea? you like that?” she whispered in your ear, softly biting it afterwards. your hands were cuffed to the rails of the headboard and you had a silk blindfold on.

“oh shit riri! please don’t stop!” you moaned loudly, causing riri to bring her head up and move her fingers faster. “hmmm, i don’t know, ma. do you deserve to cum?” she said, giving off fake sympathy. your breathing hitches as you reached your orgasm. “please mommy! please let me cum!” you were so close, you just hoped she wouldn’t deny your orgasm. luckily for you, she granted your wish.

“alright, cum baby. and it better be a lot too.” as if on cue, you came, creaming all over her fingers. your legs quivered as she overstimulated you. when you finally had enough, you squeezed your legs together, which made her slow down and come to a stop.

she gave your pussy light peck before coming up to let you taste yourself. “hey, i wanna taste her too! kiss me.” shuri said, causing riri to laugh and kiss her. “now it’s my turn. riri, go into the the closet and get my strap for me baby, while i eat baby girl’s pussy.” riri smiled and nodded, scurrying to do what shuri asked of her.

“awww. it’s so swollen baby. and you’re leaking! you ready to cream for me, huh? you ready to cum again?” she rubbed your pulsating nub causing you to ooze more cream. “yes!” you yelled, but shuri slapped your thigh. “yes what?” “yes daddy!” you squealed as she connected her lips with your clit, her fingers sliding inside of you. just then, riri walked in with the strap in hand.

“oh? she creamin already? damn, ma, ian know you was like that.” riri laughed climbing in the bed next to you, kissing your neck sweetly. shuri’s head bobbed up and down between your legs, her fingers moving rapidly. you moaned loudly, your chest moving up and down due to your heavy breathing and gasps.

“daddy! i’m gonna cum! oh shit i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. shuri moaned into your pussy before speaking. “do it, sthandwa. cum in my fucking mouth.” shuri said aggressively, lapping up your juices. riri whispered in your ear, telling you to “do what daddy tells you and cum, baby.” making your back arch instantly, cumming all over shuri’s face and fingers.

“good girl.” they both cooed to you. shuri thanked riri for grabbing the strap for her before standing up to put it on. the strap was of course made of vibranium, and i was about 8 inches long with veins that glowed a blueish purple. “ri, lay y/n between your legs so you can keep her calm…she’s gonna need it.” shuri said, climbing into the bed and running her hands up your exposed torso.

she spread your legs and put them on her shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, usana.” shuri said before bottoming out. you gasped loudly, pulling at your cuffs. “daddy!” you moaned, instantly creaming around the sex toy. “mmm baby. you sound so fucking good, you making mommy’s pussy so wet.” riri said biting her lip.

you let out the most pornographic sounds as shuri pounded your fat pussy, and riri whispered dirty words in your ear, fondling your breast. “i know baby, i know. you taking what we give you so good.” shuri said, barely above a whisper. they couldn’t see it, but your eyes was rolled to the back of your sockets as shuri hit your spot. you couldn’t control your body anymore.

“fuck baby, wish you could see how good you look right now, shit.” riri moaned. just then, shuri began to drill into you, catching you by surprise and making you squirt. “fuckkk! ok daddy! okayyyyy!” you screamed, trying to run from her unforgiving speed, but she held you down. “nuh-uh baby, thatha yonke into endikunika yona.” shuri said in a very dominant manner.

“say you’re sorry baby. tell me and daddy your sorry then we’ll give you and that pretty pussy a break.” riri said, slapping you pussy a couple of times. “oh shittt! fuck, i’m sorry! i’m sorry guys please! i won’t act up no moreee!” you moaned. shuri and riri smirked in satisfaction. “mhm, yeah. tell us who this pussy belongs to.” shuri said, rubbing your clit. “it belongs to youuu! oh shit, this pussy belongs to both of you!” you screamed, on the brink of cumming so hard.

riri looked up at shuri who was already looking at her. shuri nodded which let riri know everything. “go ahead and cum baby, cum for mommy and daddy. make that pretty pussy come for us.” riri said in your ear, feeling on your upper body. you being basically brainwashed by them, you came as soon as they told you to. shuri finally stopped and began the after care process.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you layed in between them both, their arms draped over you in a protective yet lazy manner. “we’re sorry, ma. we should be more considerate of your feelings and make time for you, and we shouldn’t have called you out of your name.” riri cooed, causing shuri to nod in agreement. “ewe, usana. we promise to be better from now on.”

you smiled weakly before snuggling into them and speaking softly. “it’s ok i forgive you guys. and i love y’all so much…please don’t ever leave me.” they both nodded. “we love you too baby, and we won’t ever leave you! we 4Lferss!” riri said, making you and shuri laugh. you loved them annoying ass mfs so much.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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[kujakumai]

cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.

Things were not going according to plan.

The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.

The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.

They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.

No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.

Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.

"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.

This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.

His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.

Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."

"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.

Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.

get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out

The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.

that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out

The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.

shut up go away go away go away go AWAY

And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.

"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Why you insolent little--

Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.

--

The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.

"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."

"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.

"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."

"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.

"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."

"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.

"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.

"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.

Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."

"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."

"Cheap pizza?"

He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."

"I can do that. Anything else you want?"

Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.

Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.

--

The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.

He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.

Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.

"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.

Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.

Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.

Where on earth are you going at this time of night?

Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.

...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?

Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.

There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.

Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.

Can I come with you?

"No! You tried to take control of me!"

Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.

"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."

I can when I borrow a body.

"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."

That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.

Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.

You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.

"I didn't ask you."

So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.

Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"

A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.

"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"

I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.

"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"

No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.

Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.

This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?

Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.

"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.

You don't sound very sad.

"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."

Probably not.

Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"

No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.

Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."

Really?

He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."

...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.

"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.

Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.

You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?

"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."

Why was your gameboy confiscated?

"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."

Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.

"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - We’re Coming Back Home

A Drifting Stars AU one-shot, the last one I plan to do, in collaboration with @clownwry.

1st, 2nd, 3rd.

~~~~~~~~~~

Somehow, miraculously, through all of Ford’s traveling, through countless dimensions, his Quantum Destabilizer remained on his back and fully intact.

Okay, well, mostly intact. Partially intact. 

When he was finally ready to attack Bill and put an end to his reign of terror, his plans had been put on hold when a crack in space-time opened. He didn’t dare hope that it was a way home, but maybe if he aimed correctly, the shot would not only kill Bill, but fly him home. But no, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young girl fly out of the hole, and with reflexes he developed over thirty years of staying alive in the worst circumstances, he hooked his Quantum Destabilizer onto his back, caught the girl, and swam through the gravity-less air for safety, hiding behind an asteroid, putting a hand over the girl’s mouth and hissing for her silence, swearing she would be okay, and they barely made it out as Bill’s words echoed through the Nightmare Realm.

“Sixer’s caught a Shooting Star, boys!”

Ford had no idea what that was supposed to mean at the time, but now a month later, he thinks he finally understood. His niece, Shermie’s granddaughter, Mabel, loved stars, and was very much like one herself. Always shining. Always so bright and full of hope. Many times in history, and even today in other dimensions, runaway slaves used the stars as maps to guide them to a better place. Ford often wondered if Mabel was his star, maybe not guiding him physically to a safe haven, but guiding him to a happier mindset. Guiding him to a life that isn’t completely isolated. Guiding him to a life that included love.

The last few weeks have been challenging, sure, but not that much more challenging than traveling alone; Mabel was a fast learner, and while she refused to use a knife or gun (“Cuz those hurt, Grunkle Ford!”), she was perfectly comfortable with pop-rocks and making foes lose their footing and fall down so they couldn’t attack. And she was very good at hunting for food and water and other reliable resources. 

In fact, Ford would easily say the last few weeks have been the happiest of his life. Maybe only tying with when Fiddleford joined him in Gravity Falls, before work on the portal became dangerous, but after he realized that maybe the woods had been too quiet the last six years.

After just a day and a half, Ford was fully-aware of his attachment to his niece and how much it would ruin him if he lost her. Mabel was everything a good person strives to be: kind, sweet, a pleasure to be around, but not a pushover, either; Mabel Pines knew how to stand her ground.

And so the last month was littered with so many happy memories. Ford was a little hurt when she “borrowed” two broken fishing poles and fixed them up so they could fish, but he very quickly enjoyed sitting on a log by a river and fishing with Mabel. Ford found it brought her much comfort to brush her hair, and he also discovered he enjoyed a calm brush himself. Ford found he didn’t mind the extra weight of his niece on his shoulders; quite the contrary, he found it comforting, and he was always swallowed with peace when she was so relaxed with him that she fell asleep, using his fluffy gray hair as a pillow.

No longer was Ford met with suspicious looks when he walked down the street of a market alone, face hidden. Quite the opposite. He was always met with smiles and warm greetings, and sometimes a little extra food was thrown into a purchase for free. Be it because people saw him as a parent with an adorable child, or because of Mabel’s charm. Or both.

The dimensions they came across were random and different, just like it was when Ford traveled alone. Some dimensions were like an alien sci-fi movie, completely different with no humans. Some dimensions were scaringly like home, with a small difference here and there. Ironically, the alien-like dimensions were typically safer, because they were used to travelers and weird-looking creatures. 

But Ford guessed it would be okay if he and Mabel stepped into a normal grocery store to buy some food.

They had come across a “normal” dimension, and while Ford’s first thought was to retreat for the woods, he heard Mabel’s stomach growl, and he decided her health was more important. So they stepped in and kept to themselves.

Ford and Mabel were picking up crackers when the little girl grinned at rows of cereals behind them. “Grunkle Ford, can I please pick a cereal?” She asked politely.

The old scientist thought about it for a moment. Cereal would definitely cover a few meals and be light and easy to carry, and it wouldn’t get hold too quickly, and he had wanted to get her at least one nice thing while in the store, so he nodded and said, “Yes, dear, you may pick one box. Any flavor you want.”

“Thank you!” And Mabel took the time to hug him before skipping over to the cereals to look.

Ford chuckled and picked some crackers, then decided to browse the fruit snacks, debating if it would be wise. Probably not, because if they get stuck in another desert climate the gummies could melt and make a mess, but they could make a good snack for Mabel. He held his chin, debating the idea, while a couple was also looking over the cereals.

“Which do you think Dad would want?” The yellow-haired woman asked.

“Honey, who cares what Rick wants? Just get a cereal you’ll like.” The husband said with an eye roll.

Ford froze at that name. No no, that was most definitely a different Rick. It was a common enough name, and there were billions of dimensions. There was no way Ford and Mabel somehow managed to stumble into C-137. He ultimately decided against gummies and he then looked at the trail mixes and granola bars. Both were always a good option.

“I know, but I want him to feel welcome, you know?” The wife said as she picked a box. “He’s been travelling in space alone for years…”

Oh no. No, no, no. Ford quickly chose some packets of trail mix and several granola bars and hurried back to his niece. He was not going to do this today. Nope.

Mabel grinned at him, a box of cereal in hand, and she held it out to him. “Look, Grunkle Ford, do you like this flavor? I can pick a different one if you want.”

“Oh, thank you, my dear, but I like the one you picked.” Ford did a decent job masking his uneasiness and he took her hand and smiled. “Why don’t we pick up some fruit for today, and then we’ll go fishing for dinner?”

“Yay! Sounds great!”

Ford didn’t miss the yellow-haired woman smiling at them as they left the aisle. If that was who he thought it was… She really didn’t look anything like him. She might have just favored her mother. Who else would have spent years traveling space? Bastard.

Ford may have hated him for many reasons, but choosing to abandon his girls was at the top of the list.

At the checkout line, Ford nervously watched the total of their purchase go up with each beep. He recounted their cash and made a small list of items in his mind for them to go down if they couldn’t afford everything. A few granola bars can go. And, maybe they could find band-aids elsewhere and “borrow” them.

The worker rang up the last item and Ford smiled when he saw the total was 29.89. He had thirty. But then the worker pressed the total button and taxes were added. Shit, right. That made their total 35.45. Ford winced. Mabel looked up at him worriedly, but she smiled and stood on her tippy-toes to see the worker better.

“Hi, I’m Mabel! Can you please put the cereal back? We don’t really need it.”

Ford looked down at her, surprised and also a little disheartened. He had really wanted to get her at least one nice thing, but truth be told the cereal was the most expensive item, so it made sense to get rid of it first. Still, it sucked.

“Total’s now 32.14.”

Ford bit his lip. “Very well, may we please put the band-aids back, too?”

The worker nodded, seeming tired and annoyed, but they didn’t say a word. Blissfully, the total went down to 29.99.

With hands full of bags, Mabel and Ford paused at the beginning of the parking lot to move their groceries into their backpacks. While they worked, the old scientist said, “I’m sorry I could afford your cereal, Mabel.”

“Oh, it’s okay!” The girl said instantly. “I’ve got something even sweeter.” And she grinned at her grunkle and gave him a warm smile.

Ford smiled back at her tiredly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do.” Mabel insisted and hugged him around the neck, nuzzling her face into his shoulder and determined to sink as much comfort as she could into his skin. “I love you Grunkle Ford. Please don’t beat yourself up, m’k?”

Ford hugged her back and petted her short brown hair. It was certainly easier to feel better with a ball of sunshine in his arms.

They both heard rustling behind them as a buggy rolled from the door to the parking lot. They both looked behind Mabel and saw a bag with the cereal and the band-aids in it. They looked around and saw no one, except for the yellow-haired woman and her husband going to their car.

Mabel grinned and hollered to them, “Thank you!”

They didn’t respond, but the woman did smile and wave before putting groceries into her car. As appreciated as Ford was for her kindness, he wanted to get as far away from her as possible. No offense to her. She seemed like a very lovely lady.

But then it hit Ford like a pile of rocks. What was it he had said before he had pulled out his gun and left Ford to travel alone? “And hey, if you ever wanna travel without customs or waiting for wormholes to open, don’t come looking for me.” And then he winked and fell backwards into a pool of green, leaving Ford to curse his name.

If this was like before, when Ford was alone, he wouldn’t dare. But if he could help get Mabel home…

Ford took Mabel’s hand and muttered, “Come with me.” And she followed without question.

Beth felt good helping the old man and the little girl, and she didn’t expect anything more. Really, it was only five dollars worth of stuff. But she was happy when they started to walk towards her, so she trusted Jerry to finish loading up the car and she smiled at them.

“Excuse me, miss, I just want to thank you for what you did.” The old man said.

“Oh, you’re welcome, it was no trouble at all.”

“I… I hope I’m not being too invasive, but… but I believe you know someone I know.”

Beth smiled. Small world! “Really? That’s great! Oh, are you a relative of Dave’s? Or, you know, I do know a lot of people indirectly from the horse-track.”

“Er, no.” The old man gave her a more serious look, and then asked quietly, “Do you know Rick Sanchez?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Beth was so excited to give Stanford Pines and his niece, Mabel, a ride, and to invite them to dinner, not only because she thought seeing an old friend might make her dad smile, but maybe she’ll learn more about what he’s been up to all these years. The man was very polite and the girl was as sweet as can be, both of whom looked rough and in need of a cozy bed and maybe a soothing bath. Jerry was a little unsure, not wanting “more Ricks” into his house, but after a huf from the girl and a cheerful greeting, Jerry couldn’t help but tell the girl she was more than welcome, so now he was roped in.

Mabel noticed that her uncle looked distracted. He was looking out his window, but his eyes were elsewhere. He was thinking. So she decided to try to help him with his thoughts. “Grunkle Ford, who’s Rick Sanchez?” She asked quietly.

Ford looked at her, sighed quietly, and muttered, “He’s an intergalactic scientist. He’s ridiculously intelligent and clever, and… a bit…” Ford pursed his lips. All the words that came to mind he didn’t want Mabel hearing, so he settled on. “... mad.”

“Oh. Is he like a real mad-scientist?” Mabel asked, eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yes, but with less laughter, more slurs and sluggish demeanor, and even less consideration of other living things.”

Mabel noticed his cold tone and grew concerned. “You don’t like him, do you?”

Ford bit his lip. No, he didn’t. But there was a more important reason why he didn’t want to see Rick today. 

Mabel leaned in closer and whispered, “Is he mean?”

Trust Mabel to sum it up perfectly for her uncle. “Yes.” Ford said just as quietly. “And I don’t want him meeting you.”

“Why?”

Ford hesitated. But being blunt and honest seemed to be working, and it was best for Mabel to prepare herself for the lion’s den they were walking into. “I don’t want him to hurt your feelings.” a bit elementary, but it was the best way to explain it to a child without scaring her too much.

Mabel, however, grinned. “Grunkle Ford, no one can resist the Power of Mabel.”

Ford smiled and ruffled her hair softly. “We’ll see…”

“So, if you don’t like Mr. Sanchez, then why are we going to go see him?”

“He’s an expert on interdimensional-travel.” Ford informed her. “He might know how to get us home.”

Mabel’s eyes widened and she “oh”ed as she realized what was going on. 

~~~~~~~~~~

The garage door was open to let in good lighting and fresh air. But that wasn’t an invitation to come in whenever people feel like it; Rick will have to work on a security system to keep nosy neighbors away. He was opening a box and getting organized when he heard his daughter’s car roll into the driveway. He didn’t bother to look up, instead waited for the sounds of car doors opening to say something.

“Hey sweetie, welcome back.”

“Dad,” Beth said, sounding giddy. Rick hated giddy. But he had only been here for a week and he didn’t feel like making his daughter hate him just yet, so he settled for rolling his eyes and continuing what he was doing. “I have a surprise for you!”

“Wow! You have a nice house! Cool garage, too!” A young voice said.

Rick was halted. He turned in his chair and raised an eyebrow to find a young girl with short brown hair and braces holding hands with an old nerd with fluffy charcoal hair, glasses, and six fingers.

“Oh my God!” Rick laughed. “Holy-...” A dark look from the old traveler made Rick stop; he can piss him off later. First he needs to figure out why the hell he is here and what the hell he wants. “Jeez, you look terrible, Fordsie.” The mad scientist snorted as he leaned against his desk with his hands in his pockets.

Ford rolled his eyes and said, “And you still look like a soft breeze will blow you away, Sanchez.”

Mabel bit her lip and quietly, “Oooooh”ed, like she was listening to a rap battle.

“So,” Beth stretched, clearly hoping for more information or a more satisfying reunion, but she wasn’t getting it naturally, so she decided to push a little. “How do you two know each other?”

“The Multiverse is a pretty big place, sweetie.” Rick answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll have this nerd gone before you finish unloading the car. Don’t want to risk another mass genocide.” He sneered.

Ford’s face turned red and he yelled, “I didn’t know it was a planet! It looked too similar to a sandwich for it to be a planet!”

Rick laughed and looked at the little girl. She looked maybe a little younger than Morty. “Who’s that you got with you?”

Ford closed his eyes, debating if he should tell Rick it wasn’t any of his business, or get the introduction over with. But before he could make a decision, Mabel beat him to the punch.

She let go of Rick’s hand, hopped to him, and looked up at his bean-pole stature and smiled and waved. “Hi! I’m Mabel! You’re a scientist, too? Cool! I like your hair! How old are you? Have you ever met a dinosaur? What’s your favorite food?” 

Rick blinked like a startled lizard at the girl, glanced up at Ford, and then looked back down at Mabel. Rick smiled and sat in his chair to be closer to her level, and held out a hand to shake, which she happily accepted and shook a little rough. “Hey there, I’m Rick. Yes, I’m a scientist. Thank you, I like your hair, too. Yes, I’ve met a dinosaur, several in different dimensions. And, pancakes.”

Mabel’s eyes sparkled. “I love pancakes, too! Maybe we can make some together!”

“Maybe, but I’ve got the feeling that’s not why you’re here.” Rick suggested kindly. And no, Ford wasn’t at all suspicious that he was being kind to Mabel.

“Oh! Yeah! Grunkle Ford thinks you can help us get home.”

“Huh. You’re great-uncle, huh? Sure, okay, let’s get started.” Rick rolled over to a cabinet and took out an odd machine. It came with a tiny needle and was attached to the machine by a small black wire, and the boxed machine had a screen of some sort on the side. “Mind if I prick your finger?”

“Sure!” Mabel held out her finger to him and Rick carefully held her wrist and pricked her finger, so small she hardly noticed it. “What for?”

“I need a blood sample to find your home dimension. Gotta send you to the right dimension.” Rick explained. “Fordsie, lemme get yours, too. How’d you two find each other, anyways?”

“I was in the Nightmare Realm when some idiot opened a portal and this little starshine fell into my arms.” Ford explained, stepping forward and giving Rick his finger.

“Okay, got it.” Rick said. “Well, there’s a possibility that you two come from different dimensions. Nothing too different about your homes, but there’s millions of dimensions. The probability that you two came from the same timeline and reality… there we go. It’s a match. That makes things easier.”

The small heart attack Ford was having went away. The idea of his starshine not being his was a nightmare. His life was complicated enough; he didn’t need his girl to not actually be his.

“Dimension 41’\. Huh, okay, gimme two seconds…” Rick pulled out his trusty portal gun and plugged it into the machine. A long list of dimensions popped up, and Ford prayed 41’\ would be on the list. “You two are lucky. I can go as far as 42’\, but the other 40s are out of range. Huh, i’ll have to work on that.”

“So,” Mabel grinned. “You can get us home?”

Rick smiled smugly and shrugged as he stood. “Yeah, sure.”

“Grunkle Ford!” Mabel cheered and hurled herself into his arms. “I can’t believe it! I’m gonna see Dipper again! I can’t wait for you to meet him!”

Ford smiled softly. He couldn’t believe it. It was all happening so fast and effortlessly. He was going to get Mabel home. They were both going home. Suddenly the idea of seeing Stanley again, meeting his grandnephew and all of Mabel’s friends and her pet pig sounded… a lot. He didn’t realize it, but he was becoming anxious and spacing out. But Mabel noticed, and she kissed his stubbly cheek and brought him back to reality.

Rick shot at the wall with his gun and an oozing green portal appeared. “There we go, 41’\. Wait, sh-oot, gimme a location.”

“618 Gopher Road.” Ford stated as he let go of Mabel. “Gravity Falls, Oregon. USA.”

“Got it.” Rick made the last portal disappear and shot a new one. “There. Now get-... Go on home.”

Mabel stepped up to Rick and said sincerely, “Mr. Sanchez, thank you for helping us.” And she hugged him around his tall skinny legs.

Rick pursed his lips awkwardly, unsure of how to respond to such positive energy and kindness. The old scientists looked at each other, Ford giving Rick a warning look, but something hidden in his face or eyes told the drunk that the nomad was actually grateful for his illegal device.

“Uh…” Rick settled on patting Mabel’s head and said, “Y-Y-You’re welcome.”

Mabel let go of Rick and held out a hand to Ford. “Ready?”

“Nope.” Ford took her hand and squeezed it. “Let’s do this.”

And without another word, the Pines walked through the green portal.

[tinyjeanmarco]

hello! i’m back with another hc! these are for levi cuz i love him and they were inspired by me getting my vr headset recently and it making me hella dizzy (;*△*;) this is also extremely self indulgent because i feel like this is a relatively niche topic to write about.

modern!levi x gn!reader where reader is a gamer!

warnings: none

you met levi through mutual friends and you both sort of like had this attraction going on between you two. dating was inevitable.

he found out fairly quickly that you were a gamer. cuz uh, being a gamer means you’re constantly gaming on your free time.

you make time for him and be sure to not be totally absorbed in your games all the time.

levi got really annoyed with you at first because you would always be “in a game” and unable to pause it to text him back.

he kinda snapped at you for it so you realized you needed to communicate more.

enter you always stopping to text him back when you’re in a game, even if it means you die, because your baby is just that important to you.

turn him into a gamer too. do it. bet you won’t.

you start with making him get discord so you can chat with him while you’re playing something.

sometimes he wants to watch you play cause he’s interested in what you love doing. he just wants to understand.

you stream the game to him on discord and he watches you play, asking questions on what you’re doing from time to time.

“then i build this item last cause the others are more important.”

“but that item gives you more attack damage.”

“levi, the passives on the other items are better than this one.”

“....what?”

levi really is clueless, but he likes to try for you.

i just like to imagine levi with one of the cute headsets with the cat ears on them. he would be like bitch no i’m not using that but you talk him into buying it anyways. he’s just glad no one sees him when he’s playing games (other than you).

you actually made him into a monster though. he’s always texting you asking you to play a game with him now.

now listen, when you and levi move in together, you’re going to have one of those cute set ups with your desks in the same room.

one side of the room will be yours, the other his. both completely different vibes. his would be all dark and yours would be vibrant and colorful!

levi would be the type to have to remind you to eat and take care of yourself once you get deep into a new game you got.

he would cook and bring your plate to your desk.

sometimes he would bring you tea late at night when you were still up at your computer.

horror games.

you both love them, even if they scare the shit out of you.

you would often be the one who would scream at the games, while levi would sit there silently, never showing that he’s afraid.

jump scare? he doesn’t even flinch.

you loved watching him play horror games cause it was so funny to just see something jump out to scare him and he’s just all like “you little shit rat” to the thing that scared him.

you share your steam libraries! one of you gets a game and the other doesn’t wanna spend money on it as well so with shared steam libraries, you both get it! true love. ♡

one last thing is vr. levi never really liked it because it always made him sick.

you however? you really wanted to like it!! but it still made you sick as well.

one time you got super nauseous from it, and levi forced you to take a break from games and rest in bed.

he brought you some carbonated beverages and set up a fan on you to cool you off and ground you.

levi also makes sure to cuddle you in bed and relax with you, helping you to fall asleep and hopefully sleep off the motion sickness!

you thank him by giving him tons of kisses to which he pretends to be disgusted with.

i can definitely see levi as the boyfie who isn’t a gamer but you’re able to shape into one. he would be weirdly good at games right off the bat as well.

first time playing games? actual god at it. sometimes you even get a bit jealous, but he will still always turn to you for advice and help when he’s stuck in a game. ♡

[kaylaxwrites]

Into You

Pairing: Jessica Jones x Reader Words: 2.5k Summary: After the police practically dismiss your concerns of stalker, you turn to Alias Investigations for help. Request:  Jessica Jones x f reader where reader hires her as a pi (for whatever reason) and the case takes awhile so reader develops feelings but doesn't want to act on them because it's in appropriate since Jessica is working for her. Then as soon as the case is over Jessica pulls out two glasses and some whisky and is like "I'm a pi obviously I noticed you're into me now let's drink together and see where this goes cuz I like you too" (anon) A/N: Sorry this took so long! It might not follow the request exactly (I forgot to make the case like take a while) but I hope you like it! 

Warnings: reader has a stalker, gets cornered by stalker and is also punched

Tears stung your eyes as you stepped out of the police station. You were convinced, you knew, you had a stalker. Someone had been following you for several weeks now, left crude “love letters” taped to your apartment door, and generally left you with an unsafe and uncomfortable feeling. You went to the police today for help—any help—and left feeling crushed and defeated. The officers inside didn’t take you seriously, brushed you off, dismissed your concerns and you were angry.

Afraid.

You started walking down the street back towards your apartment, brushing away stray tears. Being in the open—even in front of a police station—made you feel uneasy. You didn’t know what to do next and you were about to spiral into a panic attack. One step at a time, you tried to tell yourself, taking deep breaths as you walked. You would go home, and figure out what to do there. Right now you just needed to get home and calm down.

You looked to the sky as a means to keep your tears at bay when a sign in a fifth-floor window caught your eye and slowed you to a halt.

Alias Investigations.

A private investigator? Could they help you with your problem? Maybe they could help you get the evidence you needed for the police to take you seriously. Did you have the money for it, though? Fuck it, you thought. It would be cheaper than moving across town and changing your name. With a steading breath, you opened the door to the building and made your way inside.

You soon arrived at the fifth floor and anxiety knotted your stomach. This building looked sketchy—the suspiciously blood-like stains in the elevator was more than enough to give you that uneasy feeling—but you were already here. So might as well. Right?

You knocked hesitantly on the door, surprised when you heard what sounded like muttered curses from the other side. Did you come at a bad time? You almost left but then the door creaked open and you were met with the annoyed face of a pale, black-haired woman.

“Can I help you?” she asked curtly, opening the door only enough to show her shoulders and face, trying to appear as unwelcoming as possible.

“Uh…” The woman and her weird greeting left you somewhat speechless so you weakly pointed at the window where Alias Investigations was printed in bold letters. “Alias Investigations?” you said as if she wouldn’t know the name of her own business. You could kick yourself for your awkward stuttering.

“Shit. Hold on.” She closed the door in your face and you took a step back, startled. Through the opaque glass on the door, you could see the silhouette of the private eye quickly picking up the main room of her apartment, throwing trash and other stray items out of sight. You stopped yourself from smiling when the door was thrown back open and she welcomed you inside.

You sat tentatively in one of the chairs across from her desk as she sat heavily in the opposite seat, folding her arms on the top of her desk. She gestured for you to start talking and you did. “I think I have a stalker,” you started. But then you shook your head, restarting. “I know I have a stalker. I don’t know who he is, but I’ve caught glimpses of him a couple of times and he keeps leaving me these…letters on my door about once a week.” You dug into your bag and pulled out several of the letters you tried to bring as evidence, laying them on the table.

Jessica, you realized from her name tag on the desk, picked them up and scanned through them. “Have you been to the police?” she asked.

“I went there this morning. They practically dismissed me outright. I was walking home when I saw your sign.” You nodded towards the window behind her that advertised to the street.

She shuffled through the letters some more. “And do all of these…?”

Talk graphically about what your stalker would do once you were “together”?

“Yeah. The officer…” You cleared your throat, feeling tears stinging your eyes once again. “The officer said that I-I had probably led some guy on and that’s why he was leaving me love letters. He hasn’t threatened to kill me, so they aren’t—they aren’t going to help me.” Your voice was strained by the end of your sentence and you knew Jessica picked up on it.

“And you don’t know who it is?”

You shook your head. “Like I said, I’ve caught glimpses of him, but…”

“What does he look like?”

“Tall. Six foot, maybe? White. Not skinny, but not like super muscular either. He always has a hood or sunglasses on, so I’ve never really gotten a good look at his face. He hasn’t talked to me in person, either. Just leaves the letters.”

Jessica thought for a moment, looking over the letters once more. “I’ll help you,” she said eventually.

You nearly shot out of your seat. “Really? Oh my god, thank you. I don’t know what else I’d do.” You reached into your bag for your wallet. “How much will I owe you? I only have two hundred to give now, but I can find more to pay you later.”

“I’ll take a hundred for now. I’ll figure out the rest later.”

You pulled five twenties out of your wallet, half of your paycheck you cashed out earlier that day. You also gave her your phone number, address, and your schedule for the week. Jessica said she’d be in touch with you and you soon left afterwards, feeling lighter than you had in weeks now that the weight was beginning to lift off your shoulders.

You didn’t hear much from Jessica the next few days. She said she was going to watch you in your daily routine for a little while to see who she could find that was suspicious or she saw a lot in your vicinity. You never once saw her watching you, so you had to take her for her word—that either meant she was really good or you just gave a hundred bucks to someone who was going to ghost you. Thankfully, by the end of the week, you didn’t have to worry about being ghosted by a P.I.

Jessica found your stalker.

James Williams, she said his name was, but it didn’t ring a bell. You didn’t know him and you weren’t sure how he knew you. “You could’ve helped him at work or smiled at him on the street,” Jessica assured you. “These assholes will take any random act of kindness as a love declaration.”

“You could say that again,” you muttered. But you thanked her for her help and ended the phone call, agreeing to meet in about two hours after you got home from work. You pulled yourself from your hiding spot in the stock room of your workplace and finished up your shift.

By the end of the hour, you were starting your walk to Jessica’s office. You were less than two blocks down the road when an arm wrapped around your shoulders and backed you against the wall of an alleyway. Your head smarted against the brick and you blinked rapidly as you took in the face in front of yours.

You didn’t recognize it, but it must be…

James.

“What—what do you want?” you stuttered, your brain suddenly short-circuiting.

“You called…you called a P.I.?” he asked. He almost sounded…heartbroken. “I—I had a plan. I had a plan for us and you ruined it!”

“I don’t want to be a part of your plan. I don’t even know you!”

“I had everything figured out. We were gonna—”

“Get off of me, fucking creep!”

You instantly regretted your words as a look of anger flashed through his eyes. Maybe calling the psychopath a creep wasn’t the best way to go. Before you could brace yourself, he swung his fist and you were met with a flash of pain in your nose, a trail of blood following not long after. The force of the blow had you spiraling towards the ground and your felt your ankle twist as you fought to remain upright. Gravity won in the end and your palms scraped across concrete as you fell. Before your thoughts could even register, James’ hands were at your shoulders, lifting you upright, and pressing you against brick once more.

“Do not…call me that,” he said between heavy breaths. You flinched when he reached a hand up to cup the side of your face, brushing away blood with his thumb. Your mind flashed through every self-defense post on social media, but you couldn’t think clearly to remember specific moves. You were halfway to hyperventilating when James was suddenly yanked aside and thrown down the alleyway.

“You okay?” a voice asked. You looked to your left. Jessica.

“I’ll be fine,” you managed.

Blood was pouring from your nose still and you tried to stem the flow with the sleeve of your shirt. Movement down the alley caught your eye and you glanced over. James was staggering to his feet and started towards you. Jessica huffed and rolled her eyes, meeting the man halfway. In the blink of an eye, she lifted him and threw him into a nearby dumpster, latching the lid closed so he couldn’t escape.

“That’ll hold him until the police get here,” she said, brushing her hands off.

“Police?” you asked.

“Yeah, that little stunt will get him time for assault. And you won’t have to worry about him anymore.” She took a few steps towards you. “Let me see,” she said, gesturing towards your face. As the bleeding was now mostly stopped, you lifted your head so she could see the damage. “It’s not broken,” she said after a moment, “but you’re gonna have one hell of a shiner in the morning.”

Great, you thought. But if it was the price to pay for getting rid of your stalker…

At that moment, a police cruiser pulled into the mouth of the alley.

You don’t remember much of the statement you gave to the police. The throbbing in your skull pretty much override it all. But thankfully, before long, the officers were taking James away in handcuffs and you were allowed to leave, the card of one of the officers pressed against your hand. Jessica stayed by your side through it all and you were thankful for her presence.

When you were allowed to leave and the officers had left, you tried to stand on your sprained ankle, but could barely make it a single step. The walk back to Jessica’s office was going to be one hell of a trip. Jessica took one pitying look at your pained step and bent as if she was going to pick you up. You quickly shuffled out of her reach. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“You can’t walk,” she answered simply.

“So what? You’re just going to try and carry me? Halfway across Hell’s Kitchen?”

“You got a better plan?”

You looked down at yourself. Your shirt was splattered with blood from your nose. Couldn’t exactly take an Uber looking like you did. “I guess not,” you sighed in defeat.

“So?”

“But you can’t carry me!” Jessica was tiny and you… “I’m too…”

“Heavy?” You gasped as your eyes widened in shock. Jessica was blunt, sure, but… “Shit, not like that. I didn’t—” She sighed. “Just… Look.” She knelt down in between two parked cars, placing a hand under each of the bumpers. With barely a grunt, she stood, lifting the ends of the cars on either side of her until the wheels were nearly waist high.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Yeah.” She dropped the cars and they bounced to the ground. You were surprised the alarms didn’t go off or the wheels didn’t bust. “So are we good here?” You stuttered to find words. You wanted to just let her pick you up—she did just lift two cars, after all—but you were still worried. “So can we go or what?”

“I-I guess.” You moved awkwardly as Jessica lifted you into her arms. Your ankle throbbed as your weight was lifted off of it. You tried to situate yourself comfortably as Jessica carried you, but you didn’t know what to do with your arms. You settled on one across the back of her shoulders and the other curled into your chest, trying to minimize the points of contact with Jessica’s body.

But then you realized just how close Jessica’s face was to yours.

You took in her profile, watching how her hair bounced as she walked, how her pale skin practically changed colors under different streetlights. You realized then just how beautiful she was and maybe you were starting to have a thing for her. Great.

You blushed and turned away as her eyes turned to you. She huffed out a chuckle before returning her attention to the sidewalk.

Eventually, Jessica set you down on the couch in the living room of her office. She stepped over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, a bookshelf that held more liquor than books, and poured two large drinks. She crossed back to you, offering you one of the glasses. You took it gratefully as Jessica fell on the couch next to you. You sipped your drink slowly, carefully—but by the time you were only a quarter done with yours, Jessica had already refilled her own, having brought the half-full bottle across the room with her.

The two of you sat there quietly, drinking, unwinding, for several minutes until you felt the need to break the silence. “Jessica, I—,” you began, but she cut in, finishing your sentence for you.

“You’re into me.”

Your face flushed and you turned your gaze quickly to the dark amber liquid in your glass. You weren’t even really sure what it was—whiskey? Bourbon? Was there a difference?—but you were tempted to reach over and chug the whole bottle if this was the conversation Jessica wanted to have. “I-I was just going to say thank you,” you stammered, “for everything.”

“You sure that’s all you wanted to say?” She turned her whole body to face you, tucking one of her legs underneath her. You refused to meet her gaze. “I’m a PI. A good one. And you’re an open book. You didn’t think I noticed?”

Your face burned hotter than ever and you wished the couch would swallow you whole—were you really that obvious about your feelings? Jessica reached behind her for the liquor bottle and refilled her drink once more as well as topped yours off. You took several burning gulps to try and distract yourself from the situation. You would give anything to be anywhere but here. You were into Jessica, but she wasn’t into you—the following conversation would be the most embarrassing of your life.

“I’m—I’m sorry. I should go.” You stood to try to gather your coat and your bag, wanting nothing more than to leave.

Jessica’s iron grip on your arm stopped you dead in your tracks. “For what it’s worth,” she said, almost scoffing, as if what she was about to say wasn’t worth anything at all, “I’m into you, too.”

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[angelanika]

How Bizarre

[ProHero! Bakugou x Black! Fem Reader]

Part 1.                                 Part 2>>>>

Chapter Warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mentions of alcohol

[Please see the series masterlist for overall warnings before getting too invested 💀 characters are aged up!]

“hey....hey Ground Zero....are you awake?”

The faint whisper of someone calling out his name was enough to stir the Pro Hero out of his slumber.

He let out a deep, frustrated groan as he lazily opened up his crimson eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar face peering over him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Bakugou speedily shot up from the hotel bed, startling you just as much. You quickly backed away from him, slamming into the adjacent wooden dresser, as his hands began to spark.

“WAIT!! Waitwaitwaitwait,” you cried with your hands up and eyes tightly shut, “I- I just wanted to know if you had any clothes I could borrow!!”

The popping of Bakugou’s blazing hands began to simmer down as he took in his surroundings. The fighting stance he had equipped was slowly disabled and he slouched back down into the hotel bed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose irritatedly. 

His head began to pound as the blurred memories of the previous night came crashing in. 

From the multiple drinks he ordered for himself at the bar, to the Raspberry Lemon Drop Martini he had the bartender send your way. From the way your hips swayed as you drew nearer to thank him, to the way your firm ass grinded against his clothed dick as you lost yourself on the dance floor. 

His past couple of weeks had been overwhelmingly busy and last night, he knew he had to get laid if wanted to be able to get through the next.

He eyeballed your curves from across the bar for quite some time before he finally sent the drink over. He always had to be extremely cautious when dealing with these sort of things due to his status and popularity, he couldn't run into it too quickly no matter how sexually frustrated he was and how intoxicating you looked. He had to feel you out from afar a bit first.

However, when you approached in that dress that had your melanin shining and his dick straining, your tits slightly bouncing and your manicured hands dragging down his sleeves as you border-line moaned out “Thanks for the drink Ground Zero ;)”, he knew he made the right decision. 

And sweetcheeks, that was the first of many more moans to come. 

Bakugou practically dragged you into his car and to the nearest hotel as soon as you gave him the green light, easily securing a more-than-comfortable last minute hotel room for the two of you....hero perks.

As soon as you both were through the door, he pounced. He was rough and wild, going at you round after round after round....not that you were complaining though.

You could tell that he must’ve been frustrated about something or the other, but then again, that was none of your concern. You had your own problems to worry about and as sexy of a fantasy it would be to date a ProHero, you were there to hit it and quit it just like he was. 

What do you think this is? Some sort of fanfiction??

But now the night of fun is over and here we are...

When Bakugou had finally gathered all his thoughts and his headache began to dull, he trained his eyes back on you. The hot brown-skinned babe whose back he had repeatedly blown out just hours before, now stood nervously in front of him wrapped in a hotel robe. 

Your hair and make-up were a complete wreck as you stood there, reminding him of how he had your body shaking and thrown into all sorts of positio- WAIT WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE?

“Oi! Dumbass!” 

You sharply turned to him, not appreciating the nickname, but giving him your attention nonetheless.

“Tf are you still doing here and waking me up for?? Is this your first one-night-stand or something?” he said mockingly, bringing his arms above his head and resting back on them. His biceps flexed and he didn’t miss the way your eyes drank them in, causing his smirk to widen even more. 

Cocky bastard...

You straightened your posture with your hands now firmly sitting on your hips, not granting him the privilege of thinking you’re intimidated by him whatsoever. “No,” you rolled your eyes, “In fact, I was actually on my way out when I realized that I can’t leave.”

He shot you a quizzical look, “Door’s unlocked. See yourself out.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

You huffed as you strode over to the other end of the room, descending to gather something off the floor, before making your way elsewhere to pick up another item. Bakugou shamelessly eyed your round ass as you bent over. Your skin seemed to be glowing even more now and he silently wished that the cream-colored bath robe would ride up jussst a little bit higher. 

Suddenly, you turned back to him holding up the items in question. 

“I can’t leave because someoneee got a little too excited last night and tore my clothes to shreds,” you threw the garments at the culprit. “They’re completely unwearable now so that’s why I wanted to know if you had anything I could borrow.” 

Bakugou inspected the pieces fabric that had him thoroughly whipped for you the previous night and noted the frays, stretches and burnt holes in them before uncaringly tossing them to the side and making himself more comfortable in the bed, “I just booked this fucking hotel! Of course I don’t have anything for you to wear!”

As he began snuggling back into the sheets, ready to doze off, you bravely dragged them off, exposing his bare chest to the sharp, cool air once again. 

“TF DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Could you please at least give me a ride?” you begged, eyes glossy with desperation, “I need to be at work in less than an hour and I don’t feel like riding the bus bare-pussied.” 

“Tch. Who TF goes clubbing the night before they have work?!” he barked.

“None of your business.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, yanking the sheets back up and turning over in the bed, “Call a fucking Uber.” 

“Too expensive.”

“Damn, you’re fucking annoying!”

Grumpily, he sat up in the bed and looked at the bedside clock. 

6:14am?? No fucking way he’s getting up now to drive some extra home on his day off. 

In a flash, he pointed towards the small, velvety chair in the corner, with his pants messily thrown across it. “My fucking wallet is in the pocket. Just grab a $50 and go!” 

(please forgive me but i’m basing this off of US Dollars cuz i’m not too familiar with the Yen conversion and value SORRY!!)

You were definitely taken aback by his instructions, but made no more complaints. Dropping a quiet “thanks”, to which you received no reply, you waddled over to the money pouch. 

Upon opening it, your eyes lit up. There you saw the $50...and another one....and another one...and ano- you knew the man was loaded, but the man was LOADED!!

“How does this all even fit in here??” you whispered to yourself as you inspected the polished, leather casing.

You slowly peaked behind your shoulder towards the bed. There, was one of the top Pro Heros dozing off in the bed and here, was his jam-packed wallet in your shaky hands.

You mentally cursed yourself as your fingers clasped around 2 hundred dollar bills as well as the fifty. You knew your ancestors were looking down and spiritually spitting on you right now, but the temptation got the better of you. 

I probably need it more than him...right? He won't even notice...

With that, you quickly pocketed the cash and booked your uber.

A few minutes later, you’re making your way out of the building and to the car waiting for you with the extra money in hand. You tried your best ignore the bewildered stares from the guests and workers in the lobby as you paraded in the hotel’s robe, but DAMN did they make you feel noticed!

You lowered your head in attempts to hide your embarassed (and guilty) face as you ran into the street and tumbled into the car. 

The driver looked at you just as strangely as the hotel staff but you still felt a little more at ease.

“Goodmorning,” you chirped. “Headed to 34 Anika Street right?”

To be continued...

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Fun-Sized S/O

Request: Can I ask for hc’s for sebastian from black butler with a really tiny s/o (around ciels height) but she is allready a adult? Would love some cute headcanons for him if you have time..

Title: Fun-Sized S/O

Genre: fluff, slightly romantic

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader 

Notes: When I saw this, I gushed! This sounds so cute and I think it’ll be so much fun to write. That, and this just gave me a new rush of happiness that I really needed right now, so thank you for that! 

That said, I hope you enjoy it! I refrained from specifying the age, but I tried to make it very obvious with some comedy inclusion. I may have strayed a little, though, so I apologize. 

Below the cut! 

let’s cover one thing first: he finds you absolutely adorable.

seriously.

despite being the same height as ciel, as well as maintaining a job in a similar area (you both worked under the queen), he couldn’t see you as anything other than a chihuahua walking around in a world full of english mastiffs

though, he was well aware that you were very much capable of taking care of yourself. 

you work under the queen for a reason, after all.

which is also how you two met. 

at first, he saw you as someone that would be filling in for someone else, possibly even taking up a role that had been presented to you by one of your parents or other family members.

but that was not the case.

your business was booming, and this is when he found out that not only were you of legal age, but very crafty as well.

(he liked to think that you preferred to feint any kind of awareness and have a vast amount of knowledge in all areas to be able to hold a candle to anyone that would try to manipulate, but that was only a theory of his.)

as much as it annoyed him from time to time, he and sebastian could tell that you would be a powerful asset, not only to them, but to the queen.

from that point forward, whenever you two would meet (which was, again, fairly often - the queen!), you two would be able to have almost the exact same thought process. 

it was very evident that you knew your way around, and he admired that. 

but there was also a side to you which he knew how to pick out.

taunt your height, get kicked. 

treat you as an armrest, get kicked. 

make sly comments about how you can’t reach something, get kicked. 

or, at least, try to get kicked. 

(yeah, your height was still an issue on that end.)

otherwise, you started to get used to this. 

on days when ciel wanted to be nice and you were free of any work for a time, you two would meet at the phantomhive manor.

whether you were reading next to each other or discussing past events that either one of you asked, something would happen. 

and it would more often be bardroy, mey-rin, or finny. 

and here is where you and him used your height to your advantage.

from time to time, you’d help out the staff. 

ciel had consistently told you that you are a guest and that you don’t have to help those “bumbling idiots”.

you didn’t listen, though.

this is where your height would be either a blessing or a curse.

if the issue had happened in a lower area, you would be quick on the uptake despite the amount of times that someone had tried to stop you.

glass broken? you’d be 100% willing to help and make sure that mey-rin didn’t injure herself while trying to pick it up. 

and yes, this typically went over fairly quietly, though sebastian would never hesitate to throw something out there to annoy you.

“miss l/n, it seems as if your height may come in handy. do be careful when picking that up, thought, dear - don’t want you to get crushed, darling.”

“oh, please, sebastian darling - you may not realize or not care to realize this, but i can and will bite your ankles.”

“love, is that really necessary, though?”

“if you keep attempting to taunt me, then yes, it will be made top priority.”

(banter like this was highly encouraged by ciel, though he would never admit this).

on the other hand, though, if the incident had occurred at a taller height?

yeah, you would have to deal with short comments from him while you do things at your level. 

“darling, may i ask how the weather down there is?”

“oh hush, you obnoxiously tall demon.”

“oh dear, you are just extremely short.”

“don’t forget that i could, quite easily, sneak away from you right here and now and leave you lonely for the remainder of the day.”

(you both knew that wouldn’t happen, though - you would miss him too much, and he’d know where you went almost immediately.)

so, those were fun times. 

otherwise, when given the chance to, you two would try to create things together. 

rose bouquets, sweets, sometimes even a new prototype for whatever purpose. 

times like this are when the jokes would either be completely quieted or completely active.

sometimes, he’d purposely put an item that you could reach easily on a normal day about three shelves higher. 

it was, of course, all a ploy to get you to ask for his help with an attempted nonchalant expression, though you were extremely flustered.

other times, he’d let you rest upon his shoulders if you were too tired to try and jump to reach something - these moments also left you flustered, but you didn’t mind. 

there was even the rare occasion that, when you two would sit near each other and read (or do whatever you desired), he would allow you to lay beside him.

he noticed how your short frame fit perfectly in comparison to his taller one, and he’d silently gush at the image. 

(fun fact: one time, when you had tried to reach a book you had left behind when leaving the room, he had helped you out in the most cliche way possible - he stood behind you and grabbed the book for you, his hand resting on your shoulder. it was an adorable image to the both of you.)

he found these moments to be the most important between you two, the teasing romantic ones were always the ones that got him to become just as flustered as you are. 

and, though kisses didn’t happen very often, they were very much sweet and slightly comedic.

since the height difference was so obvious, things went one of two ways: either one of you would adjust your height to reach the other, or you would find a way to even it out and make it romantic. 

if it were to go along a more humorous route, the common things were either he would lean down, or you would jump up.

considering both of you were fairly serious, these moments were highly treasured. 

sometimes, he would watch you pout and fight back the urge to laugh at the image.

these times, though, he’d fall victim to the cute and childish expression that rested upon your face, and he’d lean down just the slightest.

he’d gaze at you lovingly, and it wasn’t until you would turn to look at him that he’d say something. 

“you are quite adorable, lady y/n.”

cue your blush, cue his smirking visage. 

“may i kiss you, my dear?”

small silence...

“...yes, you may.”

he laughs at your attempt to fight back the rush of blood to your face as he decides to tease you.

he stopped leaning down and watched as you puffed your cheeks and sighed.

“aren’t you going to kiss me, mr. michaelis?”

“hmm...maybe i might. it would be very much appreciated if you could, possibly, meet me halfway, though, darling.”

cue another huff. 

you tried to jump up at him, but you were still unable to reach his height. he met you halfway.

the other times, though - those were when things got really romantic. 

these were the moments when you two would get a break from a growing crowd of people at a formal event. 

these were the moments when you two would be resting in the garden under the moonlight, surrounded by flourishing roses and carnations. 

these were the moments when you two would be sitting next to each other on a bench, around even height as your skirt had lifted you just the slightest. 

these were the moments where things would remain quiet yet loving, and though there was still a height difference, things were on much more level ground.

kisses in this moment were also very sweet. 

neither one of you had to do much to meet the other. 

afterwards, the rest of the night is spent in the midst of the festivities. 

so, as a whole? 

short jokes, tall jokes, and a surprisingly wholesome relationship for a demon as renowned in the realm as him.

(he may also have taken a slight liking to your soul, but he was very loyal in return to ciel - cuz souls are tasty, yUM-)

[cherryeol04]

Stray Kids Playing Minecraft~

A/n: I hope you all enjoy, and if you liked, please leave a like! 💖💖💖💖

Tags: @straysrachaa @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung​ @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies​ @mrbangchannie

Chan

- doesn't know almost anything about Minecraft the first time around but he plays with you to make you happy

- you have to baby him for a while

- BUT THEN!

- He goes and learns about the game in his free time

- and then he pleasantly surprises you now that you he doesn't suck anymore

- and most peculiar of all

- he got really interested in redstone

- boi can make some INVENTIONS

- His house is like, fully automated - farm and all

- it makes you jealous but also very proud

- a pretty big pacifist

- shears, veggies and bread is all he needs

- he still big soft baby but he smart baby now

- also, would totally run around with a pumpkin on his head if you could still wear them in the latest version

Lee Know

- would kill everything that moves

- would hoard all the meat and refuse to give you any

- deforestation at its finest

- king of surplus

- playing with him is actually playing by yourself cuz he goes off on his own

- builds himself a goddamn empire!

- and no one knows where it is

- if he catches you inside his house without permission: shoot first, ask questions never

- mobs fear him, not the other way around

- will give you items cuz you're a charity cause

- actually shares when you both go mining though

- but let's face it, he's just OP

- would try to get all the cats

- totally to chase away creepers

- not because he wants an army of them or anything

- gets annoyed that he has to constantly fish because the cats keep taking them but won't be tamed by him

- he totally did not search for mine shafts just for name tags to name his cats

- DO NOT HURT HIS CATS

- or he'd cancel you in-game and irl too

Changbin

- would be super excited to play Minecraft with his friends

- he would be the first on the server to scout out the land and get resources

- however, no one warned him about night fall

- and all the creepy, scary things that spawned

- changbin lives in the ground now

- he dug a hole at the base of the mountain to take refuge during the night and never looked back

- normal person? No way! He was a mole now!

- the best at mining and interior rock design

- he would only resurface to seek out food and animals

- it was Changbin who stole all the cows and sheep, so you couldn't find them for felix

- he would have three large pins just next to his mountain

- lots of cows, rainbow sheep and pigs with saddles

- " uh...so I found these pins of animals and like...no house?"

- "What?"

- "I think the magical Minecraft fairy spawned it into the world?"

- "It's super weird. But I'm gonna kill some cows for their leather"

- "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY COWS!"

- and to your shock, a secret door in the mountain opens and Changbin comes running out

- the door made courtesy of Chan

- "He's got a diamond sword already?!?"

- it's the last thing you scream as he kills you for being near his cows

- and after a round of feeding and breeding, he disappears back into his hole

Hyunjin

- would only be about building

- he would be the first one to have a diamond pickaxe just so he could mine cobblestone faster

- would also get efficiency V just so he could speed run through the mines

- would wander through different biomes for days to collect clay so he could make concrete

- and while you're busy actually playing the game, he would beg for you to pick flowers on your trip so he can dye the concrete different colors

- his first house would be a mansion

- but he would give up half way because he kept falling off the roof and dying

- would forget he is actually playing the game and would get scared when night falls and mobs start spawning in his unlit house

- not like you didn't tell him countless times to put down torches

- but he kept saying they ruined his aesthetic

- but now he keeps dying because mobs are literally waiting at his spawn point, killing him over and over and over again

- and he begs you to set the time to day and kill the mobs for him

- but you just laugh uncontrollably at him because karma really is a bitch

- but in the end, he ends up making an entire city, and invites the others to come and play on the server.

Jisung

- would be just like Chan

- a pure ass baby when it comes to playing minecraft, but super eager to play the game

- his first spawn would be in the middle of the night (because of server)

- and you would try to tell him to not leave the safety of spawn, but he just wouldn't listen

- "Listen, Y/n, I know what I'm doing! I'm a pro at this!"

- and he would run confidently into the night, like the actual idiot that he is

- he wouldn't get too far before he was attacked by all the mobs and got killed

- "Well that was just rude!"

- "Oh my god Jisung, I told you not to do it."

- "Well how was I supposed to know they were going to kill me?!"

- and you can only shake your head at his stupidity

- he would eventually wait until daytime, but unfortunately all of his items would be lost due to despawning

- it's not like either one of you were equipped to go and retrieve his items

- zombies sucked man! And skeletons are the worst!

- but with a new day comes a new adventure and you both head out to find a place to call home

- Jisung would run the entire way, even though he had no food to keep his hunger up

- he also wouldn't be paying attention to where he was going and would fall into a hole

- a very BIG hole

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "Really Jisung?"

- "I couldn't see it!"

- playing with Jisung would be a very challenging task, because he would never learn

- because by the time he had diamond armor and ready to fight the wither, he would have fallen from fifteen cliffs, twenty holes in caves and three ravines

- "Jisung if you die one more time I swear to god!"

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "That's it! I quit!"

Felix

- You would be so hyped to play with Felix

- You've seen him play other games, so you knew he'd be great at minecraft

- Getting the server had been his idea, the easiest way everyone could play together

- First day of spawn, Felix would already be listing off the things that you would need to accomplish

- wood, cobblestone, iron, seeds, sheep

- it was all just so overwhelming

- by the time you make your first complete set of wooden tools, felix would have iron tools already

- he'd been ten feet underground, digging for more resources while tasking you to find the animals for food, wool and feathers

- easier said then done

- and when he resurfaces and you don't have animals, he would simply sigh and go do it himself

- which would upset you because you would spend hours looking for just one god damn cow

- meanwhile, Felix would take five steps in one direction and come across hundreds of cows!!!

- WHERE DID ALL THESE COWS COME FROM?!?!?

- he'd travel the whole map just to find a jungle to get coco beans

- seriously though, how did he find the fucking jungle?

- it like doesn't exist

- except it does and Minho most likely lives there with all his cats

- Also, there's pandas!!!!!

- Felix would try and tame a panda, even though it's not possible

- When not trying to show off, Felix would be in his crappy little hut (cause hyunjin was still making the city), making cookies and cakes because why wouldn't he?

- at least he shares, unlike someone.....

- Felix would be absolutely unstoppable at the game, while you struggle to get to iron level armor (while trying to keep Jisung alive)

- Felix would have just a big ego

- it's okay though. One strike from Seungmin's sword and he'd be put back into his place

- Revenge is a dish best served Seungmin.

Seungmin

- the worst of the worst

- he would be the one to pretend to not know the game

- but really, he would be a minecraft expert

- read: troll

- every chance he would get, Seungmin would try to do something to ruin your day

- don't ever go mining with him. EVER!

- he would be the one to lead over a creeper to you in a ravine while you're trying to mine diamonds, right next to a lava pool

- the first one to explode wouldn't do any damage, thankfully

- "Don't you dare bring a creeper over here!"

- "I wouldn't."

- somehow, you wouldn't be convinced

- but you decided to trust him

- y/n clown

- you're just mining away at the diamond when a big explosion happens

- and you notice two things

- 1. the diamonds and the surrounding area were blown up

- 2. you were now in the pool of lava, dying

- meanwhile, Seungmin was running away, cackling like the evil little shit that he was

- the holy terror, that's what they would call him

- he would purposefully go out and fight creepers just to gather their gunpowder so he could make dynamite

- no one was safe from him

- except Minho

- because no one knew where he was

I.N.

- Jeongin would spend at least two days researching things for the game before actually playing

- he would want to have some knowledge before walking into hell that was the Stray Kids server

- it's okay though, because everyone loves Jeongin

- really, he wouldn't need to do a thing

- diamond armor, enchanted? check

- enchanted weapons? check

- his own cat and dog? double check

- everyone would do anything for this baby

- but Jeongin isn't one to mooch *coughJisungcough*

- even with all his presents, he would still start with the basics of punching a tree

- while others have found this skills in cooking, mining, falling into holes, redstone and building

- jeongin would be more interested in potions and enchanting

- YOU'RE A WIZARD INNIE!

- Jeongin would quickly master potion brewing

- even if it meant battling the scary blazes in the nether

- huh, so that's why Changbin was screaming so much

- he would be hired by Minho to make him potions of breathing so he could go claim an ocean monument

- Jeongin would only do it if he could help

- surprisingly Minho agrees and for the first time in 84 years, everyone gets to see Minho's character

[sebthesnipe]

A Very Patton Christmas

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To @gilby-the-geek-girl for being the best friend a person could ask for. For without whom my writing would be riddled with errors and inconsistency, and whose gift of friendship has been the greatest thing to happen to me in a very long time. While I know you’ve read this (cuz you beta for me like the boss bitch you are) I still hope that you know that it was written with love for you. (I really don’t have time to write for anyone else XP) One day I hope you’ll have a friend at least half as good as you are (because we both no I ain’t it XP) I hope your Hanukkah wasn’t a miserable one and that you Christmas is the highlight of your 2020 (because we both know there isn’t much competition).  Prompt: Explain why Patton’s Sweater this year is so damn ugly.

Patton shifted under the mountainous pile of blankets atop him. It was early, or rather… late? He hadn’t really slept. How could he?! His favorite day of the year was here! Well, it would be.

He shifted again, this time wiggling towards where he thought one of the blankets ended and poked his head out to look at his frog shaped Wisoee alarm clock. Its dim light smiled at him reading 3:37 AM.

He held back a squeal as he ducked back into this warm cave of comforters. He couldn’t watch the clock.

A watched pot never boils,he reminded himself.

He went over the day’s schedule in his head:

Logan would already be awake and emerge at precisely 4:00 AM, as he always did. Today though, was the only day out of the year the Logan broke his (otherwise) usual routine.

Logan would skip his usual jog, replacing his gray sweats for the pajamas Patton had bought him for his birthday (a blue plaid pair of pants and a grey tee  with the text ‘Wash your hands. Wear a mask. Vote.’ printed on the front) At which point, he would make his way to the kitchen where he would start a pot of coffee for himself, Virgil, and Janus.

That would be where Patton, came in!

Patton would already be in the kitchen to start his homemade hot chocolate for himself, Roman, and Remus (With Logan’s help of course. He didn’t want another incident like the baking fiasco from a few months ago).

By the time they finished, Roman would be up, no doubt singing everyone into wakefulness. Then it would be time for hot cocoa and presents!

Patton got them all Christmas sweaters just like he did every year! He loved picking them out for each of his friends and watching them all spread out in the living room, all snug and cozy to watch their usual Christmas movie marathon!

They always let Patton pick the first movie, but there were so many good ones he usually couldn’t choose! Logan would probably chime in with the Nutcracker, not because he was a fan but because it was the only Christmas movie Roman and Remus agreed on, making  it the popular choice.

Then it would be Logan’s actual turn. He usually chose The Polar Express. Patton was pretty sure he only chose it because there were really only two Christmas movies based on books and Janus always chose A Christmas Carol. That and because Patton really liked it!

Then came Janus and finally Virgil, who was Jewish and didn’t have personal stock in Christmas, but participated for the others (which was another reason he was Patton’s favorite ,not that he’d ever admit it). Virgil always wanted to watch Die Hard, but knew Patton didn’t care for the violence much, so he usually settled for Rudolf, which warmed the fatherly figure’s heart to no end (Which was probably why Patton had bought him the collector’s edition box set of the movie). During the previous year’s viewing of the movie Virgil and Logan ended up in a discussion regarding how the song Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer was (according to Virgil) one of the only times a big corporation did what was right. Patton usually tried to follow this kind of discussion, but he usually got lost when Logan started in about percentages and underpaid artists. It just really hurt his little heart to know so many talented people out there were struggling.

The movies, as a matter of fact, were why Patton chose the sweaters he did for them this year! Each of his friends would be gifted a sweater to mirror each of their favorite Christmas movies! (Die Hard being the exception of course!)

After all that, the group would settle in for-

The alarm clock croaked loudly, signaling the arrival of 3:45 AM.

Patton’s previous thoughts evaporated into excitement as he attempted scramble from the mass of comforters, reaching to shut off the alarm.

His leg tangled in one of the large downeys and he hit the ground with a heavy thud. He paid no mind to his bruised ribs as he wrestled himself from its grasp, smacking the flashing frog to silence it.

A moment later he threw open his door, intent for the stairs.

He never made it though. At least, not at first…

Something was off.

He paused in the hallway, skin prickling at the coolness of the air.

He had only made it a few feet when he noticed it.

Roman’s door was ajar, the dark shadows of his messy room an indication of his absence…

Remus’ too. Though it was only slightly. Patton noticed the smell more than the sight.

Was everyone up before him?

He moved towards Virgil’s room, giving a soft knock before shouldering open the door.

“Hey, Kiddo. You up?” He whispered softly before noticing the unmade empty bed.

“And what would you know?!” the ‘kiddo’-in-question’s voice came in a harsh snap, drifting up from the living room.

“Keep your voice down!” Janus’ own snapped back, matching Virgil’s volume though the tone was a mock attempt at a whisper in his tone.

Patton inched closer, concern playing on his features as he flattened himself against the wall at the top of the stairs. He certainly didn’t want to intrude on his friends’ conversation, but there was obviously something was wrong.

“Bite me, snake boy!” Virgil snapped in return, though his voice was lowered.

“Don’t tempt me,” Janus hissed.

“Wait! Let me get the camera! Pics or it didn’t happen!” Remus’ voice came in a giddy giggle. “Okay, make sure you draw blood.”

“Gross,” Virgil huffed, heat gone.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Stormcloud, I think Ser Lies-a-lot is right,” Roman sighed softly. 

“You can’t be serious!” Virgil grumbled. 

“I believe he is,” Logan’s calm voice interrupted. “Statistically speaking, twenty three percent of christmas gifts in America in a given year are unwanted but kept.”

“That’s reassuring,” Virgil growled. 

“I wasn’t finished,” Logan retorted. “Given that statistic, along with the fact that individuals are more likely to gift items they like themselves, and factoring in the number of gifts we’ve received over the years. That paired with the fact that it was commissioned from an independent artist, supporting their work directly: I would say that there is a ninety-two point six five present chance that Patton will find the gift quite adequate.”

“Did you really just do all that in your head?” Janus asked curiously. 

“Actually, no,” Logan admitted. “I calculated the odds when the idea was brought up months ago, as I do with each of your christmas gifts.”

“Is that why I got socks last year?” Remus chirped. 

“Yes, well… I found that the other options would cause unease with the others,” Logan clarified.

“Boring!” 

“Don’t worry Remus, he didn’t get you a dissection kit this year to make up for it,” Janus commented sarcastically.

“What?!” Roman spat as Remus gasped excitedly. 

“I’m not even sure how you know that,” Logan sighed, probably straightening his glasses like he usually did when something annoyed him. “And I’m not sure I care to know.”

“We’re getting side tracked. He’ll be up any minute,” Virgil interrupted once more. “The fact is, it’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen and it’s too late not to give it to him.”

“I like it!” Remus argued.

“See!” Virgil huffed, using Remus’ opinion as evidence to the validity of his statement. 

“Ugh, maybe he has a point Teach,” Roman agreed. “I could put together a card for us to sign instead?”

“No, it’s too late for that, beside I am certain this is all an overstated concern.” Logan countered.

“Perhaps, a vote wouldn’t be appropriate?” Janus offered. 

“I agree, all in favor of giving Patton the gift we already agreed upon?” Logan asked. 

There was silence as Patton assumed a few of the boys raised their hands. 

“All opposed?” He continued.

“Remus you can’t vote twice!” Roman snapped. 

“You’re no fun!” Remus whined. “I’ll stick with J-anus then!”

“Please, continue to call me that. I just love it,” Janus deadpanned. 

“The ayes have it then,” Logan decided. 

“What eyes?” Remus chirped excitedly, but no one paid him any mind. 

“Roman, if you would be so kind as to finish wrapping the gift, I have a pot of coffee to finish,” Logan dismissed.

“I have some extra ribbon in my room. Want to help, Stormcloud?” Roman asked, making Patton tense as they headed his way. 

He didn’t wait for V to answer as Patton hurried back to his room and closed the door softly behind him. 

He really shouldn’t have eavesdropped. 

Guilt filled him as he leaned against the frame, processing everything that had been said. 

The group had never agreed on a gift for Patton. Usually Logan and Roman were the only two to get him anything and they just included the others’ names on the presents (not that Patton ever called them out on it. Why would he?). Patton didn’t mind of course, he knew they had trouble buying for him.

Logan usually got him a new hoodie or something practical like a flamingo pen, or oven mitts (though those usually only lasted about a week before Patton caught them on fire or melted them!). Roman always made him something, like the card he had mentioned, and just had the others sign it. Patton didn’t mind of course, he loved everything they gave him. It was the thought that warmed him! Even the fact that Remus refrained from his usual off the wall habits to try and make Patton more comfortable meant the world to him.

The fact that the group was so torn over his opinion broke his heart. How could they think that? What had he done to put that doubt in their mind? He had to do better! Whatever it was, he would show he loved it more than anything they had ever gotten him before.

His brows furrowed in determination. 

This would be their year!

He took a moment to gather himself before plastering on a smile and throwing open the door once more, running straight into a surprised Logan. 

Logan gave a small grunt as Patton bumped him, the mug of hot cocoa sloshing over and onto his hand. 

“Oh goodness!” Patton gasped in shock, “I’m so sorry Lo’! Are you alright?” The smaller man hurriedly took the mug from his friend’s hand and set it on the small table next to the door, frantically searching for something to clean up the mess. 

“I’m fine, Patton,” Logan reassured, producing a blue handkerchief from his pant pocket and wiping the warm liquid off his hand. Leave it to Logan to have his handkerchief with him despite wearing pajamas. “I made sure the liquid was at an acceptable temperature for this exact reason.”

“Oh! I hope I didn’t ruin your new PJs!” Patton cried, already pushing Logan’s arms up to examine the flannel. 

There wasn’t a stain to be found. Logan arched a brow as he waited for Patton to satisfy his need for the inspection before sighing. 

“Truly, Patton, I’m fine. Are you?” Logan asked, his neutral expression turning to one of concern. 

“What?” Patton hummed, glancing up to meet the taller man’s eyes. “Of course! I wasn’t the one holding the cup!” 

“I wasn’t referring to the cocoa,” Logan pointed out, lowering his arms. “It’s 4:17. It isn’t like you to be so unpunctual on Christmas day.” 

“Oh…” Patton whispered, lowering his gaze in shame. Should he tell him? It wasn’t right to keep secrets. Would he be upset if he found out Patton had been eavesdropping? No… Today was their day… He wouldn’t do anything to upset them. “No. I’m fine!” Patton reassured, suddenly as chipper as ever as he offered out a smile. 

Logan eyed him suspiciously, but seemed to wearily accept the answer. 

“Well, I thought your traditional cup of cocoa would help if anything were amiss,” Logan nodded towards the cup, bringing Patton’s attention to it once more. 

Logan had made it without him? 

Patton could feel the mask around his heart start to crack a little as his stomach sank. He supposed it made sense that Logan wouldn’t really need him to make it… Still, that was Patton and Logan’s Christmas tradition… It hurt that he had been left out of it. 

“Aw! Thank you Logan!” Patton forced out in his preening voice as if nothing was wrong. 

This was their day, not his. 

“That’s so sweet!” He added, collecting the mug and taking a small sip. Somehow it didn’t taste as good as it usually did. 

“You’re very welcome, Patton,” Logan replied with a small tilt of his lips. 

His crooked smile also seemed to soften his features; Patton loved that about him. It made his sudden disappointment worth it. 

“I know we usually have a schedule for the holiday, but…” Logan paused as if he were nervous. What an odd look for the scholar. “Well, the others requested a change in plans.”

Patton’s heart sank. What kind of change? Did they not like the way they usually celebrated Christmas? Why hadn’t they told him? Was his idea of Christmas really so one sided? How had he not noticed this before? Was that why Logan was so nervous?

No… It didn’t matter. This was their day, not his.

“What kind of change, kiddo? I’m sure whatever it is will be great! It’s Christmas after all!” Patton responded, despite the way his stomach knotted. 

“Well,” Logan began, stepping aside. “Perhaps it would be best if they explained it.”

Patton hesitated before nodding taking the lead as they walked down the hall. What if they didn’t want to do hot cocoa and movies any more? What if they didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at all?! Was that why they came together for a gift? To appease Patton? They were all getting older and it wasn’t as if they had children. Maybe they felt like Christmas wasn’t for adults…

That was ridiculous, Patton knew that. But still…

He headed down the stairs, a smile still glued to his lips as he caught sight of Remus and Janus whispering over a small box. 

“I told you, it's for you!” Janus hissed at the mustached man next to him, fending him off the plain white box in his hands. 

“I helped pick them out! I should be allowed first dib-” Remus cut himself off as Janus elbowed him in the ribs pulling his attention up to Patton, just as he took the last step on the landing. 

“I didn’t lick them, I swear!” Remus called out, smiling broadly in his stained Oscar the Grouch onesie. “Okay maybe a few.”

Janus rolled his eyes, dressed in his usual suit and hat, not bothering with a comment. 

“Good Morning, Patton, slept horribly I hope?” Janus asked pleasantly. 

“Hey, kiddos. You’re up early,” Patton offered, feeling more uneasy than ever; something that must have shown because at that moment Logan leaned down to whisper in the smaller man’s ear. 

“Are you sure you are alright Patton?” he asked softly. “If you’re not feeling well then perhaps you should rest. I’m sure we can put this off unti-”

“Hola, Padre!” Roman’s voice came,  cutting off Logan’s words. 

Patton glanced up at the two figures standing at the top of the stairs. Roman, straight backed, hands behind him as he stood tall in his prince pajamas; Virgil behind him, using him to practically hide his small form, dressed in his Jack Skeleton onesie. 

“Roman, Virgil! You’re up already! This is a surprise!” Patton feigned excitement.

“Definitely a Christmas miracle,” Janus sighed. 

No one paid the comment any mind as Roman hurried down the stairs. Grin wide.

“Well this is a special day, Padre!” Roman explained as Virgil followed after, rolling his eyes. 

“Bah-Humbug,” the black and white clad man grumbled in response. Though it may have been Patton’s imagination, but Virgil's eyeshadow looked a few shades lighter than usual. 

“Feliz Navidad Patton! Merry Christmas!”Roman sang, producing the present from behind his back and offering it out. 

Patton’s heart skipped a beat, hesitating as he glanced around the room at each of his friends. They all looked so nervous… Even Janus. 

His attention went back to the gift being presented. It was a decent sized package with rainbow wrapping paper, black and white striped ribbon, and a green and blue bow that sat just above a small yellow tag that read ‘To: Janus From: Patton’.

Despite Patton’s dread and apprehension, he couldn’t help but smile at the packaging. They had even come together on the wrapping. It was very sweet. 

He glanced up at Roman who nodded eagerly, indicating that Patton was welcome to it. 

“You guys! You didn’t have to do all this!” He whispered in awe, voice cracking as tears began filling his eyes.

No matter what happened, Patton was awed by the fact that the boys went to so much trouble for him. They had come together for him. It didn’t matter if they were too old for Christmas!

He tugged at the ribbon, finding it firmly in place, before turning it over and trying again. After flipping it once more he heard Logan give a small chuckle. 

“May I?” his soft calm voice came. Patton nodded, handing over the package to Logan and wiping away a tear he felt rolling down his cheek. 

Logan’s nimble fingers loosened the bow and the surrounding ribbon, careful not to ruin them (he knew Patton loved to keep them and hang them above his mirror to admire later). Logan set the ribbon aside before handing the package back to the smaller man.

“Thank you,” Patton murmured weakly, gently tearing the wrapping to slide the sleek white box from inside. 

“This is worse than waiting for a magnet you swallowed to come out the other end!” Remus chimed in excitedly. 

“Ugh! Does he really have to be here?!” Roman whined, causing Patton’s grin to turn genuine.

The momentary distraction had him feeling a bit better as he slid a nail under the lid of the box, breaking the tape there and pulling open the lid. 

Wrapped loosely in a thin tissue paper lay a DVD copy of The Shop Around the Corner, a mug that, when you sip it, makes the drinker look like the bottom half of their face belongs to a puppy, and some kind of knitted fabric.

“Ah! You guys!!!” Patton squealed, tears beginning to fall as he collected the mug and movie, setting them aside and pulling out the sweater to get a better look at it. 

The light blue knitted midsection was covered in what, he assumed, was supposed to be some kind of icing pattern? Or perhaps whipped cream? Lace? He wasn’t sure. There was also a brown bow tie that was maybe supposed to be chocolate? Down the center was a line of pink chocolate chip cookie buttons. The bright pink sleeves had much of the same design though instead of pink cookies they were light blue.

It may have been the ugliest excuse of a sweater Patton had ever seen.

Silence fell in the rooms everyone waited for Patton’s reaction. 

“We know it’s not as good as the ones you get us,” Virgil chimed in nervously. “But we thought that maybe you’d like one of your own?” 

“The mug, of course, is so you won’t have to make so many trips for more cocoa,” Logan added with a soft smile. “I thought the others would like to help us make the rest after you change, of course. If you’d like.”

“The rest?” Patton asked, breath hitching as the tears threatened to fall. “You mean… You didn’t make it without me?” He sniffled.

“What?” Logan blinked in surprise. “Of course not, Patton. Making hot chocolate for everyone is a tradition I enjoy spending with you. I would never-”

“Well, it's just… you brought the mug up… So, I thought…” Patton let his voice fade as he watched understanding flash over Logan’s features.

“I was worried there might be something wrong. I thought waking you with your own mug would be a nice surprise.” Logan explained. “I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, Patton. I only made the one mug. I know you find a great deal of happiness in our customary time in the kitchen. I would not want to take that from you.”

“But…” Patton murmured, eyes shifting to the others. “Everyone’s already awake… And you were all together… I don’t want to impose on-”

“¡Espera! ¡Espéra! ¡Espéra!” Roman interrupted, looking both surprised and concerned. “I did not wake up far before my beauty rest was done to hear this slander especially from Mr. Spirit of Christmas, himself! Patton, with you there is no Christmas.”

“Roman is right, Patton,” Virgil shrugged, shrinking a bit lower into his hood. “I certainly wouldn’t be celebrating and we definitely wouldn’t have come together to get you the gifts. 

“I know Shop Around the Corner isn’t usually on our Christmas Merry Marathon list, but you never really get to pick a movie and I know it’s your favorite,” Roman pitched in. “At least, that's what Janus claims.”

“I totally didn’t check your browsing history,” Janus shrugged.

“And I edited the email to the artist!” Remus added proudly.

“That… explains a lot,” Logan whispered under his breath softly.

“We also didn’t bring you cookies from that bakery you hate.” Janus stated, setting the box he had been holding down on the small table next to him. 

Patton was silent throughout the exchange, burying his face into the soft fabric as he began to shake silently with his sobs. 

“I told you he wouldn’t like it!” Virgil cried desperately.

“No!” Patton responded, voice breaking. “I love it! I love all of it!” He dropped his hands just enough to rush forward, wrapping both Virgil and Roman into a great big hug. “Thank you so much! It’s perfect!” 

Roman gave a boisterous laugh, returning the hug as Virgil couldn’t help but smile; both grunting as Remus piled atop them. 

Logan approached, resting a hand on Patton’s shoulders in reassurance. 

“Well, this is certainly a disgusting sight,” Janus sighed, though he was grinning as well. 

“I love you guys so much!” Patton laughed, the weight on his heart lifting to the point of forgetfulness. How could he have ever thought these men didn’t need him or wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with him. They were his family!

“Is it just me or is this oddly arousing?” Remus purred.

“Ugh!” Roman and Virgil both scoffed at once, shoving the rank smelling man away from them. 

“Why do you have to ruin everything?!” Roman growled, dragging his brother away.

Patton didn’t mind the outburst, however, far too busy hurrying up the stairs to change so they could get their Best Christmas EVER underway…

The End...

[cottoncandyreaper]

(Heisenberg's Child part3)

This place was a maze! How would anyone live in it!? I kept getting turned around repeatedly and it was really starting to become a bother. I'd turn left and have to go right or right then have to take a left; it was a horror maze.

"Hey kiddo~ you don't know this place like I do so I suggest to stop running."

"Shut up old man!"

The echo of a growl bounced against the walls as I kept on wherever I could to get away and hopefully out all together. I could hear more footfalls catching up with me rapidly; assuming lycans as I grabbed anything metal near by and threw it behind me. Right at the throw as the item left my control something like static hit me in my back sending me down to my knees. It made my arms feel like rubber and hurt my head.

"Aww~ all pooped out of energy there? Sucks to be a kid huh?"

Heisenberg had caught up way to quick reaching down grabbing my arm with a tough yank only to twist me around and put me in a head lock as Mother Miranda seemed to only appear from the shadows that dripped around the edges of the hallway with the others approaching not long after. I latched my hands on his arm clenching at the fabric of his coat giving the strongest yanks I could muster as the smell of oil and cigar smoke filled my nostrils: he didn't budge.

"You've caused a vast amount of damage in the span of thirty minutes already dear."

The last word held venom as she reached out grabbing my face, a stinging sensation pricked my cheeks letting me know that her nails had left their marks.

"You will do best as to listen and behave...you are my granddaughter...I'd like to keep you around as such, being apart of this family will be your salvation child so hold it tight."

She released my cheeks as the stinging persistenced against reddened flesh while she walked away as the others moved to the sides letting her pass.

"Heisenberg I'm sure you will be able to place some much needed manners into your daughter. I trust you to handle any more tantrums from her."

"Of course Mother."

Those were the final words as he turned from the group still choosing to keep me in a headlock and left them but what pissed me off the most was that we turned down two simple hallways and out a door then we were outside. What the hell!? I was so close!! But now that we were outside the struggling intensified trying to wrestle away but the more I struggled the less air I had.

"I can't kill you...but I'll knock ya out to make it a quiet trip back home, choose your poison."

"G-get the f-fuck off me! This is...bullshit!"

"Yeah I know but now you're just shit out of luck and until Mother Miranda does whatever she wants with you you're stuck with your old man till then."

"Y-your not my dad...my dad, died in war!"

He went silent as the walking picked back up down a hill towards a large iron gate with a crest in the front and back of it. There were too many details going on for me to care.

"Don't touch the gate...I'll cut your hands off if you try."

"Bet."

Releasing my hand from his sleeve reaching out towards the old hinges holding the gate up he didn't even have time to grab my wrist when a pain filled gasp crumbled my legs making him drop me as the static filled my bones to the brim.

"What the hell was that? Dropping you on the ground fuck up your back?"

"N-no..."

The static was lingering longer then normal but I guess trying to use my abilities to soon after the first attack was a big no go.

"Looks like your other 'family' locked up your full potential...they were scared of you even as a child."

I sent up a glare his way as he grabbed my arm focusing me to my feet ignoring the very obvious fact that I was having a hard time walking until the static left.

"Hate to break it to ya kid but I can prove I'm your dad rather you want me to be or not...and I really don't want to be but now we're stuck together because of it."

"Oh well that just sounds so delighful."

"Your attitude is annoying."

"Your face is annoying."

I could see his eye just barely look at me from the corner.

"Really? That's the best come-back you got?"

"For now sure."

He grumbled a few chose words forcing the rest of the walk into silence which honestly was just fine with me. I was tired and in pain...the silence was a blessing but the walk was long and kinda hard since he never let loose the hold on my arm until what felt like hours later and we stood infront of a similar giant gate with a different crest on it depicting a horse. He used his ability to open it, walk past it and closed it once more before choosing to let go.

"Walk straight up to that factory kid, this time the playing field is even ground."

"Sure, I'd love nothing more then to be in a factory full of metal with you, sounds like a great playing field."

"Oh it will be."

Giving a shove to my shoulder I started on up the hill watching as the size of the factory became more intimidating the closer we got.

"You live here?"

"Yep."

"Ya know isn't it a oh I don't know...a bad idea to have me here with all the metal? Sure, let's go with the thought that maybe you are my dad and I didn't get these abilities out of no where but ya know...metal. Isn't that a red flag for a prisoner?"

"Damn I wish you'd stop talking."

"Damn I wish you'd answer a simple question!"

He growled kicking the back of my knee sending me down to the dirt and rocks adding blood to my jeans from the inside.

"Listen here ya little shit; we're doing a fucking DNA test once I get you pass those doors, I hate to believe that in all of hell I'd be the lucky old bastard to somehow become a father 'cuz I sure didn't ask for you. Secondly; I control metal. You control metal. You cant fight what you can't win against and obviously you have a limit and I don't...I'd kill you in a second in this factory if that crazy bitch didn't want you for whatever sick reason she has in her mind. So shut the fuck up, get up and get in the factory."

Tears were stinging the corners of my eyes as I mustered the strength to get up dusting off my pants a bit before crossing my arms and started back up the hill. He was right...he could kill me in seconds and I had a limit. I was fucked either way until Chris found me. He rushed me too and through the doors quickly as lycans began watching from the fields around...that was unnerving. Getting pass them via Heisenberg and his newly found shoving nature I felt a little bit more of my hope cut away as my eyes stared at everything around. This place was huge, much bigger then it appeared from the outside with stairs leading to unknown destinations and doors sprinkled about.

"Come on kid, we have shit to figure out."

Grabbing my wrist almost to the breaking point he pulled me along to a elevator that had definitely seen better days as we stood inside its rusted cage and he smacked the shit out of whatever button he needed to get it moving miraculously. It was a rough start but smoothed out as it made its grand descent away from probably the only exit I'd ever see.

"Are you really going to make me do a DNA test?"

"Damn right I am and didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?"

"Little conversation never hurt anyone pops."

[sugar-kisser]

Here I come with my requests. I’m in a really angsty mood lately, but fluff at the same time(?) So I was thinking about an wooyoung angst scenario, like him not appreciating y/n and cheating on her, with a Yunho fluff ending, being the puppy he is. Cuz let’s be real, Yunho is pure boyfriend material

( I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve had so many other things going on, but I hope you enjoy! I’m trying to stay as active as I can!! )

PANCAKES & SUNFLOWERS

warnings: cussingfeaturing: Jongho

Nothing hurt more than to see him holding her hand, laughing at something she said, and lightly kissing her lips. You can almost feel his lips ghosting over yours as you watch them from the other side of the road. You weren’t suppose to run into them; that was never the goal. You simply had errands to run while Wooyoung was at his ‘practice’, but you quickly realize his lie. 

You stand on the edge of the sidewalk and when Wooyoung turns his head after catching something familiar in the corner of his eye, his smile drops. But it doesn’t drop to shock or to a face of a child being caught with candy they aren’t suppose to have. But it’s a rather cold-look. The look alone freezes your heart and it weighs down in your chest. A cold winter breeze brushes your face and you can feel the warm tears on your cheeks suddenly cool.

You watch as the two continue walking down the other side of the road and you turn to continue about your day if you can. Your eyes glue to the ground and you find yourself walking the two miles back to your apartment, but you don’t really pay much attention. A car horn breaks you out of deep thought and you look up at the annoyed driver, who honks again. You quickly finishing crossing the street so the impatient driver can make their turn. You look up and stare through your wet and clumped eyelashes at your apartment, and someone running towards you.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice calls out to you. You watch the tall boy rush up to you, grabbing you by your biceps before quickly looking over you.

“Are you okay? You almost got hit,” the boy asks. You stare blankly ahead of you, at his shirt, but you don’t focus on it.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you. He bends down to reach eye level with you and that’s when he see’s your red puffy eyes. He mumbles a ‘come on’ before lightly tugging your arm, pulling you towards the apartment complex. He pulls his keys out of his jacket pocket and unlocks the door to his apartment before pulling you in. The warm air fights against your cold skin in order to warm you up. He guides you to his couch and pulls you down to sit next to him. He turns away from you to grab his large fuzzy blanket from the back of his couch and wraps it around you to warm you up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks while also knowing that if you’re really upset about something you might want alone time before talking to anyone. You very subtly shake your head no and the boy pulls his lips to a thin line, understanding and respecting your decision.

“Stay as long as you want. I’ll be at the dinning room table finishing my project,” he tells you, lightly laying his hand on your upper back. He stands up before removing his hand and walking towards his cluttered table. Colored paper, glue, cardboard, pencils, markers, and scissors litter his table but he manages with the space to work.

You stay on his couch, slowly beginning to feel warm under the blanket that’s trapping all the heat it can. You stare ahead at a spot on the white wall next to the flat screen television. In the corner of your eyes you can see your miserable state through the dark screen on the TV screen, but at this point you don’t care how you look. You never really did most days anyway, so why would you now? 

In your mind events play over in your head. Starting from some of your happiest memories that you and Wooyoung created together all the way till you noticed him starting to get busier and busier with his work. The past month he would stay late at his dance studio, or at least that’s what he would tell you. You began to notice the smell of someone else’s perfume on his but you brushed it off considering that he work with female dancers and they are always working for different entertainers which means different types of routines to learn. So you brushed off any thought of him not being loyal, but now you wish you had talked about it with him. You begin to wonder what Wooyoung was really doing all those times he came home late or when he missed your dates. Was he with her? Was he with another girl? 

You’re brought out of your thoughts when a warm mug is placed into your hands. You mumble a barely audible ‘thank you’ and the boy walks back towards his table.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he tells your from his table, “I know whatever happened isn’t good. But I’m sure it’s not your fault.” But what if it was? Had you said something? Had you done something wrong? Did you not give him enough of your attention or time?

“Y/N. You’re doing it again,” he calls to you. You look over to him and see him softly smiling at you before looking back to whatever he was doing before and continuing. You look down at your mug and notice your favorite drink, hot chocolate, and you bring the cup to your lips before taking a sip. You take a deep breath and finally looking around the room, to distract yourself from your thoughts. Your eyes lay back on the boy at the table and you find it in yourself to stand up and walk over to him. You take a seat quietly next to him.

“Hi,” he whispers as he brightly smiles at you before looking back to the paper he’s writing on with a marker.

“What is the project for?” You ask him quietly.

“It’s for my history class. We could pick anything to present. So I chose Greek mythology,” he explains to you. You almost perk up at the mention of Greek Mythology because you love it so much. It’s your favorite thing to learn about. You even teach the young kids in your class about Greek Mythology.

“I was actually going to ask you to help me with some parts. But you don’t have to,” he awkwardly chuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you if you want it. You know I love this topic,” you tell him.

“I know you do,” he agrees and hands over a couple pieces of paper, “can you go over all of these and make sure they’re all correct?” You nod your head and take the sheets of paper and begin reading over the Greek Gods. You grab a pencil and make the necessary changes to the paper.

“You did some pretty good research. Only a couple things I’ve added,” you tell him handing back the paper. His eye’s widen when he sees the scribbled paper.

“A couple?” He asks looking over at you causing you to slightly laugh.

“Use whatever you want of it. Just wanted to add as much as I could. Your project is going to look so cool,” you tell him. He laughs and sets the papers to the side before handing you blank sheets of copy paper and markers.

“Can you draw symbols that represent the gods and goddesses?” He asks.

“Yeah!” You answer quietly but happily and look at the list of names and begin to sketch out all the different little symbols.

The two of you sit work for the rest of the night in a nice silence, occasionally talking to one another about the project. At some point you fall asleep, your head resting on the table. The boy next to you smiles softly at your sleeping figure. He slightly shakes you and when you half wake up he helps you over to the couch and you fall back asleep as soon at your head hits a pillow, causing him to silently laugh. He drapes a soft blanket over you and returns back to his almost finished project.

The next day you wake up and leave a goodbye note before returning to your apartment next door. Your mood instantly drops smelling Wooyoung. You take a deep breath and walk into your kitchen and flip on the light. You set your bags on the counter from the previous day and you turn to face towards the living room. You quickly walk off into your bedroom and when you walk into your closet you heart drops even further and all the horrible things you were feeling flood in again. All his clothes are gone. You quickly walk into your bathroom and it was half empty. He must of cleared out last night, you thought. You were happy you weren’t home then and next door for the evening. What if he had brought her over, and you not only had to face him but her as well?

You take in another deep breath and head back into your closet and pull out one of the old moving boxes. You open it and bring it out into the living room. You quickly begin taking all the picture frames from the room and putting them into the box. You also take all the small little knick-knacks you bought for each other and place them into the box as well. You hear a knock at the door and you call for whoever to come in recognizing the knock.

“Hey do you wan- what are you doing?” your neighbor asks.

“I’m trying to suppress memories,” you tell him as you continue to place items into the box.

“Y/N, what happened yesterday? Did he-“ he asks only causing you to turn around and your tear stained cheeks is a good enough answer for him.

“Oh Y/N,” he quickly walks up to you, wrapping you into a bear hug and you begin to actually cry. Your body shakes and you grip his arms to hold yourself up.

“I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this,” he tells you and he runs his hand down the back of your head.

“But what if I did?” You ask him.

“Please don’t say that,” he whispers, “you don’t deserve anything horrible. You work your ass off and care so much for the people you love. You deserve nothing but happiness and good things to come your way.”

“You think?” you ask gripping his arm just slightly tighter as if you’re holding on to your last string of hope.

“I know that,” he answers, “it’ll hurt right now…. but it’ll get better over time. So please don’t give up. It will get better, I promise you.” You slow your crying and just stand in his arms hoping that it could get better from there. You can only hope he’s right.

————

Wednesday morning you walk back into your small classroom, a group of kindergarteners following you.

“Miss Y/N! Look! You have flowers!” One of your students squeals pointing to your desk as you stand at the door, holding it open for all of your students. Once they all take their respective seats, you close the door, and walk over to your desk almost baffled.

“Who are they from!?” Another student calls.

“Is it Wooyoung?” another student calls out and you feel a knife plunge in your heart slightly.

“I don’t think it’s Wooyoung, honey. We are not together anymore,” you tell your students with a soft smile, blinking back the oncoming tears. You takes the little enveloped card and open the card. ‘Thank you so much for the help. Everyone loved my project. I owe you. Midnight breakfast Friday? -Yunho’

“Yunho,” you whisper smiling.

“It was a boy!” Another student screams causing the rest of the class to get restless.

“Okay, okay!” You call to your students who instantly calm down, “it was from a friend. It’s a thank you letter. Which is what we are going to practice for the rest of the day. Christmas is coming up so we need to practice our thank you letters for the people who give you gifts.” You set the little letter on top of your laptop and grab the stack of cute christmas themes lined paper and begin handing them out to your students as they pull out their pencils. You then write a template out on the white board of a letter the kids can write and sit at your desk after letting them know if they have any questions they can come to you. You take a seat at your desk and look over the flowers and smile. 

Yunho had even managed to get your favorite flowers, sunflowers. How did Yunho know your favorite flowers are sunflowers? Had he asked you before? The thought makes you think about how Wooyoung could never remember that you liked sunflowers. He’d always mistake them for yellow daisies…. which you are allergic to daisies, how fortunate. You wonder how he could never remember that daisies are the one thing you happen to be allergic too.

“Miss Y/N?” A student quietly calls to you as he stands at the end of your desk. You snap out of your thoughts and smile to the young boy awaiting for his question.

————

You walk down the hallway to your apartment, the vase of flowers in one of your hands and keys in your other.

“I’ll take it as you got my flowers?” Yunho asks popping his head out his apartment door.

“I did. Thank you,” you smile turning your head to look back at him as you unlock your apartment door. You push open your door and walk in, Yunho quickly following behind you.

“So are you agreeing to go out for midnight breakfast?” Yunho asks as he leans again your kitchen bar counter as you place the vase on the kitchen counter.

“Sure. I’ll go to midnight breakfast with you,” you answer as you look at the flowers, which prompts a question, “how did you know that I love sunflowers?”

“Oh,” Yunho’s cheeks slightly blush and he scratches the back of your head, “I’ve noticed that whenever he brought home flowers you would get sick, and you own a lot of sunflower-like items. Your school folder, your favorite summer dress, that painting.” Wow, you had no idea Yunho paid attention to all the little details, it makes you wonder if Wooyoung ever did.

“Well I know you have papers to grade, and your show is on in an hour. I’ll let you be. But for Friday, wear pjs!” Yunho smiles before seeing his way out of your apartment. You slightly smile to yourself and look back at the sunflowers sitting in the vase. You twirl a petal lightly between your fingers, carefully to not pluck it.

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You check the clock and watch as the time slowly ticks on. You’ve been ready for an hour, but you still have 45 minutes to go. You would prefer 45 seconds with how slim your patience is running. You pat down your candy apple red pj bottoms. You wonder if your pjs are too childish to wear. I mean your pj bottoms has a crown pattern on them while your long sleeved top is fuzzy, both inside and out, and has ‘princess of everything’ with a crown on it. But they’re the only real pj set you have; usually you just wear a giant hoodie to bed… but you can’t exactly wear that out to a midnight breakfast, or really anywhere outside your apartment. 

A knock interrupts your thoughts and you stand up and quickly head to the door.

“Hey,” Yunho greets, “I didn’t really want to wait 45 minutes. So I thought I’d see if you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, “let me just grab my coat and shoes.” You leave the door open and Yunho steps inside from the cold hallway. You quickly slip on your shoes and grab a winter coat. You grab your keys and the two of you leave after locking your door. Yunho guides the two of you to his car, and he opens the car door for you to get in. You thank him and he quickly closes the door and gets in on the drivers side. He quickly turns everything to do with heat on in his vehicle before pulling out onto the thin covered snow ground and drives towards the small pancake house a few miles away.

“How was you class today? Today was the last day before winter holiday, right?” Yunho asks.

“Yeah, the kids were really hyper,” you laugh recalling on how the kids ran around screaming almost the entire day, “but I guess that’s what you get when you plan a Christmas party.”

“You held a Christmas party and didn’t invite me?” Yunho asks, dramatically offended causing you to laugh.

“I’ll invite you to our next party,” you promise through your small laughing fit.

“You better,” Yunho continues, “Which movie did you show to them.”

“That new Grinch movie. It’s so cute,” you tell him.

“I still haven’t seen it. I think my brother is going to make me watch it when I go home for Christmas,” Yunho explains.

“It’s really good,” you tell him, “I’m no film critic but it’s one of the best Christmas movies I’ve ever seen.” Yunho smiles listening to you talk about the movie. He turns into a small lot and parking in one of the few parking spots.

“The diner doesn’t even look open,” you lean forward to look around through the windshield.

“Technically it’s not. But I know the owner and he owe’s me a favor,” Yunho brightly smiles as he turns off the car, “let’s go.” He steps out of the car and waits for you to get out as well before locking his car and he opens the door for you. The warm air hits you quickly from the cold rush of hurrying from the car to the door.

“Oh, Jongho!” Yunho calls as soon as the door closes behind him.

“You are early,” Jongho comes out of the back room and smiles when he see’s you, “Y/N! You didn’t tell me you were bringing Y/N!”

“Hi Jongho. I didn’t know you owned a pancake house,” you greet the boy.

“My parent’s do. I just work here,” he explains.

“How do you two know each other?” Yunho asks completely baffled.

“Y/N and I grew up down the street together and we went to school together for a little while too. Now she’s teaching my niece,” Jongho explains. Yunho’s mouth shapes to an ‘o’ and nods his head.

“Well this will be less awkward introducing people,” Yunho laughs.

“Sit where ever. I’ll be out in a moment. I’m still turning on a couple things,” Jongho shoo’s you two towards the seated area. Yunho takes off his coat and takes yours as well and rest them over the backs of bar chairs near the door and you decide on a booth by the window to watch the light snow fall outside.

“Okay. You don’t get to pick your drinks. I already brought you hot chocolate,” Jongho sets two rather large mugs on the table, “what do you guys want to eat?”

“Can I get some waffles?” Yunho asks mischievously.

“You’re in a damn pancake house and you ask for waffles,” Jongho takes a deep breath, “move tall boy I’ll go on a date with Y/N instead if you want to act like this.” You burst out laughing when Jongho tries to push Yunho over and the two push up against each other with their shoulders. Jongho gives up and look over to you as he brushes himself off.

“Y/N what would you like?” Jongho asks smiling as if nothing just happened.

“I’ll take blueberry pancakes,” you answer, “three please.”

“Anything for you,” Jongho smiles sweetly before turning to Yunho again, “better think wisely or I’ll spit in your food.” You almost choke on you hot chocolate causing you and the boys to laugh.

“Surprise me,” Yunho tells him. Jongho pats Yunho’s back before heading back into the kitchen.

“He’s really something else,” Yunho states.

“He’s still the same old Jongho,” you tell him before a short silence falls over the two of you.

“How was your day? I didn’t even ask you earlier,” you ask.

“I didn’t do much. I finishing up my last assignment for a class. Then I watched a lot of Netflix,” Yunho explains, “so today was slightly boring because I was waiting for midnight to come but time wanted to drag on.”

“Poor Yunho,” you tease as you lightly laugh.

“Well glad to see you’re at least feeling better,” Yunho smiles.

“I still do think about him. It hasn’t been long at all. But I’m not as upset as I should be. We were together almost a year,” you could feel your mood drop just thinking about him.

“Hey,” Yunho lightly places his hand on top of yours, “you don’t need a crusty bitch like him.” You burst out laughing at how serious Yunho sounded saying such a ridiculous phrase. Yunho smiles in content with his little action of making you laugh. He only ever wants to see your smile and hear your laugh. You deserve to be happy and maybe if Yunho tries a little harder he can finally be the reason for your happiness.

“Here are your pancakes,” Jongho places two plates down in front of you and then brings over different flavors of syrups for you to use, “I’ll be in the back. Yell if you need anything.” You both thank the boy before he disappears behind the kitchen doors. The two of you quickly dive into the warm milky pancakes and finish in no time.

———

“Alright kids!” You call over your class, “are we all ready to pass out Valentine’s?” The twenty kindergarteners cheer and hurry to their backpacks that are hanging up on the back wall and pull out their bags of valentines and candy. You walk over to your desk and pick up the large box of little goodie bags you, with the help of Yunho, made the night before. Once the kids were all back in their seats and you made sure the room was cleared so no kids would trip, and then you send them off to fill up everyone’s valentines box. 

In the middle of the madness your classroom door opens and a tall boy walks in, startling the kids at first but they all cheer when they see him.

“Miss Y/N! Yunho’s here!” The kids cheer.

“Hi Yunho,” you smile walking up to the tall giant and giving a small hug.

“Yunho what are you hiding?” One of the kids calls as she looks at his hand which is behind his back. Yunho slightly blushes and pulls out a bouquet of sunflowers and presents them to you.

“For me?” Your cheeks lightly turning pink, “thank you.” You accept the flowers and the two of you move towards your desk and out of the kids way so they can continue to passing out valentines.

“How has your morning been?” Yunho asks as he takes a seat in one of the small chairs by your desk.

“Hectic. They are so hyper,” you laugh, “how is your morning?” 

“I barely slept last night so I’m running on one of those five hour energy drink-shot-things,” he answers.

“I’m sorry to hear. Why couldn’t you sleep?” You ask.

“Just nerves,” Yunho smiles, “its’ nothing big.” He laughs and when the two of you notice that it’s slightly gotten quieter you look over to see your students back at their seats talking to each other, eating candy, and showing off their valentines.

“Alright, who is ready for my Valentines?” You ask the students who instantly cheer. You go to pick up the box but Yunho beats you to it and he follows you around as you hand out all the little goodie bags to your students. When you return to your seat you plug your computer into the overhead projector and pull up the movie Tangled and begin it. You and Yunho return to your desk and quietly chat.

“Hey what are you doing tonight?” Yunho asks.

“Probably watching tv and cooking dinner for myself, why? What’s up?” You answer.

“I was wondering if you would like to go on a date?” Yunho looks down and then back up at you, his cheeks and ear slightly pink. The question completely catches you off guard and you blush a mad red, but break into a big smile.

“I would actually really like that,” you tell him, and when you answer you feel an erupting feeling of butterflies in your stomach. As if they all broke out of the cage you were keeping them in

“Oh, good,” Yunho awkwardly laughs with a biggest smile, “I know the perfect little pancake house we can go to.”

“With the same little strong sassy baby at?” You tease on causing you both to laugh. You slow you laugh down and watch as Yunho does the same. He’s quickly distracted by the movie but you can’t help but to stare at your neighbor who picked up your broken heart that Wooyoung left. The same heart you didn’t want to touch, or anyone to touch, but Yunho insisted anyway. In the train of your thoughts, Yunho subconsciously intertwines one of his hands with your across the desk as he keeps his focus on the movie. Your lips pull into one of those smiles where you don’t want to smile like an idiot but you still manage to have a sweet smile plastered to your face. You take a silent deep breath in and exhale with the content feeling that everything id right where it needs to be in this very moment, and you wouldn’t ever want to change it for the world.

PART 2

[shitty-tf2-headcanons]

can I ask? the reader is Scout's best friend (also a mercenary. the reader is a little older than him). during one of the sincere conversations between them, poor Jeremy find out that between the reader and the spy there was a short romance (and sex, of course)and the reader is offended by the spy, since after that there was nothing more. and a scout reaction before he found out that the spy was his biological father afterwards? maybe a spy react too? thank you!

Sure thing my beautiful anon! Ask and you shall receive. I’ll do the first request here and I’ll make a separate post for your next request. Cool? Cool!  

“Damn this heat…”

Y/N wiped their sweaty forehead with the back of their hand, the sun bore solely down on them, as if the universe was trying to cook them alive as punishment for some misgiving. Sure, they had done some bad things, becoming a bloodthirsty mercenary was one of them, but did it really mean they would have to be cooked like beef jerky. Y/N glared up at the sun, “Go away sun!” they waved their arms up at the cloudless sky, “I’m not ready to become jerky!” they shouted.

“Uhh…Y/N?” 

Y/N nearly tripped over their own feet in their haste to confront the all too familiar voice. It was too nasally to be anyone else other than-

“J-Jeremy!” Y/N stared at him with a widened eyes, their face growing hot from more than just the sun. “How long have you been standing there?”

Jeremy scoffed, “Since you started praising the sun.” he barely suppressed a giggle when their face scrunched up. They turned away and faced the ground below, the orange sand lay still and untouched. All heat and no wind…

Y/N jumped at the cold touch of aluminium on their arm, the cold welcome but hated all the same. “Asshole…” Y/N snatched the can of soda from his hand, a buck toothed grin on his freckled face. He took a seat on the wooden roof and cracked open a can of Bonk!, its chemical sugary smell wafted up into their nose and they cringed, “Oh can you drink that…” they squinted at the bright yellow can,”…junk? Isn’t that stuff radioactive?” Jeremy shrugged and threw his head back and chugged the entire can.

“Ughh…” they shivered. “Did the kid gain some kind of immunity to that crap? Will he finally become the famed Bonk! Boy if he drinks more of it?” They chuckled under their breath.

“So what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?” 

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting all weird…its creeping me out.”

“Everything creeps you out…”

“I’m serious, Y/N! Did something happen?!”

Y/N breathed out heavily through their nostrils, their eyes squeezed shut as they grit their teeth, “Nothing. You’re imagining th-”

“Like Hell I am!” He stood up so fast that Y/N jolted for a second. Jeremy dropped the now crushed can of Bonk! and took them by the shoulder. He forcefully turned them towards him and glared, “Cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on with you!?”

Y/N studied his face. He was a nice shade of red, the freckles that dotted his face seemed to stand out more. His cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. Y/N’s lips quivered into a amused smirk.

“You…You look like a strawberry.” it wasn’t even close to the best insult they’ve told, but damn was it accurate. Jeremy stared at them for a good long second. Then his face became even more red and his brow furrowed until he resembled a even more pissed off strawberry. That was it for them. Y/N bowed over and laughed. They didn’t remember the last time they laughed this hard, tears pricked the corner of their eyes.

“J-Jackass! It’s not even t-that…that…” The anger had completely faded from his face and voice, Y/N’s laughter broke him until he was laughing that obnoxious laugh of his own. Oh what would the team think if they saw the two knuckleheads laughing like goons on top of the building. Y/N braced themselves on their knees while Jeremy leaned on their back. 

Their laughter soon died down into soft smiles on both their faces. The heat no longer felt unbearable, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon.

Jeremy lightly smacked Y/N on the shoulder, “Hey…Y/N?” They turned to look at him. His smile dipped slightly, “We’re…We’re best friends, right?” his voice grew soft near the end. 

Y/N’s smile only grew, “Hell yeah…we’re the bestest of friends. We have been since I first joined the team. You were a annoying little brat but you knew how to have fun. Though…you seemed a little lonely.”

“Lonely? Well…I mean yeah but that’s cuz everybody on the team hates me-”

“Jeremy-”

“No no it’s true. You know it and I know it! If I just-” Jeremy expanded his hands like a explosion and nearly shouted POOF, “no one would care. No one but you Y/N!”   

“Jeremy don’t say that-”

“I’m just the baby of the team! The big stupid baby who can’t even read or pronounce shit right!” His voice grew tight and tears filled his eyes, “No wonder everyone wants me gone-”

Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Their hand ran up to his strawberry blonde hair and knocked his cap right off, just so they could rake their fingers through the cropped hair. Jeremy seized up for a moment but quickly wrapped his arms around their waist. He stuffed his face into the crook of their neck and sobbed. 

“Ssshhhshhh…it’s okay Jer…you’re fine, you’re fine…” Y/N whispered softly into his ear. Jeremy hiccuped, “I-I know…I know..!” his arms tightened around them.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Though in reality they had been like that for 5 minutes. Jeremy sniffed and finally lifted his head from their neck. His eyes were heavy and red, snot ran out out of his and his lips were bright red, he looked like a wreck. “Sorry…I’m sorry.” he wiped his nose with the bandages wrapped around his hands.

“It’s okay Jeremy. You don’t gotta apologize.” Y/N smiled uneasily. Jeremy wiped his eyes. He let out a wet chuckle, “Look at me…I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you and here I am slobbing on you.” his voice was fragile and brittle.

Y/N chuckled weakly, “A lot of shit is wrong with me. But the most recent thing to happen was…uhh…” their gaze fell down to the wood of the ceiling. It looked sturdy but you’re never really sure whether it would hold all your weight. Would it ever break under the pressure of all the weight? Only time would tell.

Jeremy looked at them with a look that was a mix of concern and sympathy. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if he could see right through them. They exhaled.

“Me and Spy…we were kind of…a item I guess. The spook made me feel special, you know? Told me how perfect I was, how much he loved me…romantic shit that could make it easier to get in my pants.”

Y/N laughed but there was no humor in it, “Bastard ditched me once he got what he wanted. Just wanted a quick fuck or two to make himself feel better or some shit like that…damn spook wasn’t even that good at it. False advertising, you ask me.”

Y/N glared up at the sky. There was no sun, no clouds, no stars. Nothing but a deep dark abyss greeted them, “Fuck him and everything he stands for.” Y/N scowled and cast their gaze back to Jeremy.

He stared back at them. His eyes were wide but besides that there was no other visible emotion. A tremor shook his body. No sound escaped him. Tears welled up once again and his face turned that same strawberry red. He bit down on his bottom lip and clenched his fists. His entire body shook violently. 

“Jeremy-” Y/N reached out for him.

“FUCK YOU SPY! YOU SLIPPERY NO GOOD CHEATING BASTARD!!” he screamed out to the sky. He reeled his leg back and launched the can of Bonk! straight off the roof.  

“I’m gonna kill the bastard!” he turned his back and started towards the ladder that would allow him off the room. His breathing was labored and uneven.

“Jeremy! Wait a second-”

Jeremy lashed back around, “What?! What now!?” scorching hot tears cascaded down his red cheeks. Y/N froze and stared at him. They took a breath and looked their best friend square in the eyes.

“We all should have told you a long time ago. I-I should have told you but I c-couldn’t.” Y/N had to force the words from their throat.

Jeremy remained frozen. His body running cold. Wait…were they really gonna tell him-

“That deadbeat dad of yours…the one that left you as a kid. The one who took advantage of me…the bastard played us both…”

“Y/N…wait I-”

“Jeremy, the Spy is your dad. And if I were you right now…I’d take your bat to that snake’s legs.” Y/N felt a tear run down their cheek but a pained smile grew on their lips.

Jeremy’s own smile grew. It was just as pained and tortured as Y/N’s. The tears in his eyes continued to fall despite his best efforts to blink them away.

“I knew it…I fucking knew it.” he spoke through gritted teeth. His head fell. “Spy…” he swallowed harshly.

“Spy…you are a dead man.”    

[randomheadcanons]

NYC>TYK

concept: justin, still in the Foot, only just beginning the Crew Mission, leaves them for a week to handle an assignment

pt. 1 of ? 

“A whole week, huh? Lucky.” Tally grinned, popping a french fry in her mouth. “Wish I could go out of town and miss the history exam we’ve got on Tuesday.”

Justin shrugged easily, taking a sip of his water. “Yeah, well it’s not like I don’t have to make it up.”

“What’s the occasion?” Cat asked, “Just ‘cuz?”

To this, Justin nodded. “Yeah,” he supplied. “my parents just thought it would be a good idea to take a week, since it’s that weird lull between holidays and all. Everything is cheaper.”

“Bring me back a tee-shirt or something, yeah?” Guy asked, stealing one of Justin’s carrots out of his tin.

Justin nodded. “Of course,” he said, before checking his phone before scooting the rest of his food items to Guy’s tray. “I do have to get going, though. My parents are cutting me the rest of the day so that we can make our flight.” He paused, an annoyed expression on his face. “Also,” he added. “They have really been into family bonding recently, so they’re making us leave our phones at home,”

“That blows,” Tally sighed, as she was looking forward to seeing the snaps of his trip, and sending some of her own.

Justin sighed sympathetically, “I know,” he agreed, before fist bumping each of them and shrugging his backpack on. “See you all next week.”

“Have fun in Florida, J!” Cat called after him. Justin waved good naturedly as he left the school cafeteria in order to make his flight.

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Justin was not going to Florida.

As he looked around the private plane he was on-one of The Foot’s private fleet-he thought about the lie he told his friends. Well, the lie that he told Guy; the other two were not his friends, he reasoned, so it didn’t matter.

He hadn’t really lied to Guy, per say, though he did omit facts. He told him that he was going on assignment for a week, and that was it. Justin was concerned that, as he was only a few months into his infiltration mission, that if he had told Guy the details of his assignment, Guy may let something slip to the girls in his absence. He wasn’t concerned with Guy spilling the beans exactly, but he was concerned about how the girls would random tidbits of knowledge, if Guy alluded to them in passing.

Justin was contemplating this when he was pulled out of them by a question.

“How’s the school life treating you, Williams?”

Justin looked toward the asker, a lithe girl with cropped brunette hair and eyes to match, wearing the same uniform that Justin was, though she had rolled up her sleeves and was shuffling a deck of cards.

“Going well,” Justin reported with a slight nod before turning his gaze back towards the horizon. “They don’t’ suspect a thing, and I am making good progress,”

“So stoic,” She replied with a small smirk. Justin rolled his eyes. Haylee Miller was never one to take things too seriously, and Justin wondered why Master Shredder had selected her for this assignment. Though, he reasoned, Miller was good to have on a team; she was tactical, she was fast, and she was efficient. Justin didn’t mind working with her on the occasional assignment, though he always had found it hard to put up her with snarky attitude. Miller and Tally had a similar sense of humor, but he liked Tally’s snarkiness better.

Justin shook his head. No, he didn’t like it at all, he corrected himself.

As Miller turned her attention back to her cards, Justin took stock of the other members of his team. He spotted Carter meditating in the corner and nodded. He was pleased to be under Carter on this assignment. Carter was an older Foot, maybe by a couple of years, and had used every bit of his time in the Foot to hone his skills, making him an effective leader, and an accomplished ninja. Justin knew that the assignment would go well under his leadership. The team assembled for this assignment was a well rounded one, Justin thought.

The final member of the team was coming out of the washroom and returned to her seat across from Miller. Bauer was a younger member, and if Justin remembered correctly, this would only be her second or third assignment. This was Bauer’s time to prove herself to the Foot, and prove herself to Master Shredder. She was inexperienced, but she was a quick study, and a good fighter, as it had taken Justin longer than average to put her on her back as it did for the other new recruits.

“Williams?” Bauer asked. Justin gave her a nod, as a que to continue. “Have you ever worked with the Yakuza before?”

Justin nodded. “Once,” he affirmed. “A small group came to New York a couple years ago in order to assist Master with a dealing he had across the city.” He explained. “They’re good warriors, and loyal to their cause,”

“Like us,” Bauer nodded as considering her next move against Miller.

“Like us,” Carter echoed from his spot, rising to his feet. He picked up a bottle of water and drank a good portion of it as the rest of his team looked to him for his next statement. “I don’t need to remind you that we are here on behalf and the behest of the Master,” They nodded, so he continued. “We are to show the upmost respect, and are simply returning the favor for the dealing that Williams mentioned. We are to be extra eyes and ears, and extra muscle if necessary, on the ground as the Yakuza finish an arms deal with one of their partners,”

“Understood,” the three Foot Ninja confirmed. Carter nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Now, get some sleep as we head into the last leg of this trip. There isn’t to be any ample downtime for sleep once we arrive, so we need to be ready,”

The three nodded, and Miller stood up as she put her cards back in their sleeve. “I’m hoping the food will be good in Tokyo,” she said absently.

“It is,” Carter assured, “But even if it isn’t, don’t complain about it,”

“Of course not,” She replied with a grin, though Justin knew that she knew she wouldn’t dare if the opportunity arose. Miller was snarky, but she wasn’t stupid.

With a nod to himself, Justin looked once more at the ocean below him before shutting the window shade and curling into the cushion of the seat. When he awoke next, they would be in Tokyo, and there was a job to do.

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EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 24:  Just My Imagination

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This was definitely not the smartest hump they’d ever chased.  That’s why Fin figured the guy would try to hide in the alley on the next block, a one-block long alley with a finite number of hiding places.  Not a choice Fin would make, but he thought it was just about right for this loser.  So he ran left and shouted for Parker to go right.  With a little luck, Fin would turn out to be right and circling the block to cover both ends of the alley would nail the perp.  

Fin was right.

He reached his end of the alley just in time to see Parker appear at the other end, surprising the idiot in the act of trying to climb into a dumpster.  Parker ran to him, grabbed his leg, and pulled with all her weight.  Emitting a high shriek that hurt Fin’s ears, the guy fell hard onto the filthy pavement.  He had good reflexes, though.  He was up almost as soon as he hit the ground, brandishing a knife at Parker.

She tilted her head, curled her lip, and launched a nimble kick that knocked the knife from his hand. Before it hit the ground, she was rushing him, backing him up.  However, she only got a few steps before he pulled a gun from his waistband, where it had been hidden under his jacket.  Laura skidded to a stop in a way that Fin would’ve found funny in a less dangerous situation.  

Panting, she slowly leaned over and picked up the knife she’d kicked from his hand.  

The guy sneered and gave an ugly laugh through his gulps for air.  “Well, well.  Looks like you brought a knife to a gun fight.”

“I brought a gun, too,” she gasped.  

“Yeah?  I ain’t see no gun.”

“That’s because it’s behind you.”

That was when Fin put the muzzle of his weapon against the back of the guy’s head.  “You wanna hand me that piece.  Do it nice and easy, genius.”  

“Why do they always have to run?”  Laura asked, still breathless.  “They just end up sweaty in their mug shots.”

*********

Laura was intensely curious about what would happen when she and Barba saw each other again.  How would he act toward her?  Would he pretend nothing had happened and act just like he always did?  Would he be friendlier and more familiar?  She had to admit, she’d been thinking about him pretty much nonstop since they spent the evening together.  But that had been days ago now.  There hadn’t been a reason for him to come to the station house, or for her to go to his office, and they hadn’t run into each other at their apartment building.  

The anticipation was tough on Laura; she was impatient and didn’t like waiting around for something else to happen.  But she needed to see how he would react to her when they saw each other again before she could consider her next move.  She was pretty sure there would be a next move, though.  She hadn’t been this excited about a man in a very long time.

She knew she would see him today.  Having caught the suspect in three burglaries, the last one also involving a rape, Fin and Laura were conducting an interrogation that had a good chance of being used at a trial.  Laura knew Barba would show up to get a sense of the suspect, and probably point out areas that needed further questioning.  

Fin and Laura went into the box to begin questioning the suspect.  Getting answers out of him wasn’t quite as easy as catching him had been. He didn’t need to be smart to know how to stonewall.  For the next four hours, Fin and Laura tried without success to get him to confess to the burglaries and rape he had committed, or at least admit enough to get himself indicted.  

Finally, in the fifth hour, he started to get tired and whiny.  Whatever drugs he had in his system were wearing off.  

“Tony, Tony, Tony.  We got your dumb ass in two of those apartments cuz you touched everything.  Lady downstairs puts you at the third, and you and I both know DNA’s gonna put you in the girl you raped, too.  Let’s cut the crap so we can order a pizza.”

“Screw you.”

“Where’s the stuff you stole? You’re pretty fast, I’ll give you that, but even you didn’t have time to fence everything before my partner pulled you out of a dumpster.”

“She stole my knife, too.”

“Boo fuckin’ hoo,” Fin mocked, slapping him on the back of the head.  “Man up!”

“I’m starvin’, man.  This ain’t legal.  You can’t starve me to make me confess.”

“Tell you what, Tony,” Laura tried.  “Detective Tutuola here, he can go a long time without eating.  I’ll bet you he isn’t even hungry.  He can question you for hours yet.  And me, I can leave and go out and get a burger any time I want, leave you here with him.  So, you know, that puts you pretty much in charge of when – or if – you get to eat tonight.”  

“A burger?”  Fin grimaced.  “I can’t believe you eat that stuff.  Gonna get E. Coli, man, maybe mad cow disease.  If you gotta eat red meat, a thick, juicy steak is what you want.”

“Ooh, with a baked potato. Tall, frosted glass of a good microbrew.”

“Now you’re talkin’.  But I’m in the mood for something a little more interesting, like maybe some teriyaki, with those noodles.  You know, the real tasty ones with that spicy plum sauce.”

“And gyoza.  Those fried dumplings with the meat and vegetables inside? I love those.” 

For the next five minutes, Fin and Laura ignored Tony while they talked about all kinds of food, surreptitiously gauging his reactions so they could focus on foods he was hungry for.  

“So are we gonna just sit here talking about food, or are we gonna get to eat some before I die of starvation?”  Tony finally whined.  

“I told you.  That depends on you.  Tell us where the stuff you stole is, and I’ll even let you decide what we order.  Ooh – “ Laura slapped the table and spoke rapidly.  “Tandoori chicken and nan.  You ever go to that Gateway to the East place on Church Street?  They have this shrimp coconut curry that you’ll dream about after. And for dessert they have the best kulfi; you know, that ice cream with nuts and pistachios…”

Laura and Fin turned to Tony. “So, Tony?  You wanna eat, or not?”  Fin asked.  

“Yeah, man, I’m starving , but I ain’t telling you where I hid the stuff.  It’s safe, where I can watch over it.  You’ll never find it.”

“Well, you’re not watching over it right now, are you?”  Laura asked. “How do you know it’s safe?”  

“Because there’s other people there all the time.  They can look right at it, and they’re not gonna see it.”  

Laura cut her eyes at the door, expecting someone to knock or come in any moment to tell them they had enough for a warrant.  There was only one place Tony could be talking about.  But no one entered and no knock came on the window.  

“About time, Tony.  Now that we know where it is, we can have dinner.”

“Whadda ya mean?  I didn’t tell you.”

“Sure you did.  It’s at the café you work at.  ‘People there all the time’?  That’s what you meant, the people who work at the café.”

Tony skipped a beat. “N-No it isn’t.”

Fin and Laura shared a look. Laura wondered if something had happened to distract whoever was currently watching the interrogation.  

She decided to find out.  “Sure it is.  I’ll go get some menus so we can decide what to eat.  You give Detective Tutuola the details.”

She’d been wrong.  Barba was standing outside the window, listening.  

“Hi,” she said, smiling.  “How long have you been listening?”

“Tell me about this guy,” he responded, his features expressionless.

The first sign that Laura was going to be disappointed in Barba’s reaction to her was his return to barely acknowledging her presence.  He looked at her, listened to what she said, and even responded to her; he had no choice, she was the arresting officer. But there was absolutely nothing to suggest that he had ever even met her before.  It was disheartening after looking forward to seeing him again, but she told herself he was simply in prosecutor mode and setting a professional tone between them at work.  That would be crucial if they dated.  

After advising Barba about the case and answering his questions, she said, “So what are we waiting for?  The stuff’s in the café he works at.”

“He didn’t say that.”

“Of course he did.  He said – “

“I heard what he said, Detective, and you may think you can read his mind, but I guarantee you a judge won’t. We don’t have enough.”

For a moment, green eyes met brown in a silent contest of wills.  It was a short moment.  Laura had no illusions about who made the decisions in this situation, and she knew he wasn’t going to budge until he thought he had enough evidence to convince a judge to sign a search warrant.  She rolled her eyes, blew out her breath, and headed to the break room where she grabbed a handful of menus.  

She shot Barba an annoyed look as she let herself back into the interrogation room.  The look on his face caused her to miss a step.  

“And you need to feed him. If he told us anything right now, it’d be useless.  The defense would say it was coerced, and they’d be right.  Do you really not know that?”

Laura felt like Barba had slapped her.  The cold, expressionless way he was looking at her and the contempt in his voice were actually painful.  She had told him that they’d chased Tony from a diner immediately after he had lunch. He couldn’t be that hungry; he was only whining and coming down off his drugs.  Barba didn’t really think she was that stupid or inexperienced, did he?  

“Uh… right.  We’ll do that now.”

Two hours and three cheesburgers later, Tony had still told them nothing more specific about the location of the stolen items.  This time, both Fin and Laura left the box to talk to Barba.  

“C’mon, man, he’s told us all he’s gonna.”  Fin got in Barba’s face.  This interrogation had been going on for seven hours.  Even he was getting tired and cranky.  “And it’s enough.  We know the stuff’s at the café.”

“You don’t, actually.  You know enough to suspect that’s where it is. But like I told your partner, that’s not enough for a warrant.”  

‘Your partner’? Really?  He won’t even say my name?  That hurt.  Laura felt deflated and sad.  And stupid. Apparently, she’d wildly misread him.

Fin huffed in irritation. “What more do you need? A map with a big X on it?”

“That’d be ideal, yes. Get me that, and I’ll get you your warrant.”

That did it.  

“I guess that’s supposed to be funny,” Laura snapped.  “You want a map?  Hold my beer.”

Storming into the interrogation room and slamming the door before Fin could enter, Laura took a pad of paper from the other end of the table and smashed it down in front of the suspect.

“All right, here’s the deal, Tony.  I got a headache caused by you and a pinhead D.A. who wants a fucking map to the stuff you stole.  A map, you believe that shit?  So you’re gonna draw me one.  You know why? Because if you don’t, you’re gonna have to deal with me all up in your shit until you do.  And you don’t want that.  Trust.  Now start drawing.”

For the next half hour, Laura alternately browbeat and sweet-talked him, one minute screaming in his face and the next promising all kinds of things until, finally, he actually drew her a map of the café, complete with an X at the location of the stolen goods in a box in the freezer.

While Fin arrested Tony, Laura silently handed Barba a copy of the map with a sickeningly sweet fake smile.

“Thank you, Detective” he said, with similarly fake good cheer.

She didn’t respond.  She couldn’t.  She didn’t trust anything that might come out of her mouth.

That night, she spent hours at the gym practicing vicious strikes and kicks.  Avi was impressed.

********

Laura felt like a prize idiot. Why would a guy like Rafael Barba be interested in a geek from Illinois who didn’t know an Allen wrench from a toilet plunger?  She imagined the chic,  sophisticated, exotic and cultured women he must be attracted to, and what he must see when he looked at her.  A piece of soggy white bread that looked like a garden gnome and thought she could hold her own with someone like him.  She wanted to crawl under the station house and cry for a year.  The disappointment and humiliation she now felt were in direct proportion to her excitement when she’d thought… she couldn’t even consider what she’d thought.  It was too mortifying.

Laura: RU planning to watch the game tonight?

Peter: Meeting some people to watch at a bar.  Come with us.

Laura: Thanks.  Not in the mood for a crowd tho.  Have fun!

Peter: U OK?

Laura: Fine Thx

A few seconds later, her phone buzzed and Peter’s name and grinning picture appeared on the screen.  She answered, smiling already.

“’Fine, thanks?’  You’re not OK.”

“No, I am.  I just… got my feelings hurt a little bit.  I’m being a baby.  I’ll be fine.”

“Who do I need to kill?”

“Nobody important.  I just thought it would be nice to see you, hang out with somebody who likes me.”

“I like you.  Meet me at my place as soon as you get off work.  Bring snacks.  There’s nothing to eat in my apartment.”

“But you have plans.”

“Yeah, with you.  Oh, I’m getting a text; I think my jury’s back.  See you tonight.”

“Jury?  You’re not even at trial right now – “

Click. 

Laura felt better already.  Screw Barba, with his moods.  With rare exceptions, Peter had three moods: hungry, horny, and happy.  You knew exactly where you stood with Peter.  And just because she’d gotten her feelings hurt, he’d dumped his plans without hesitation to be with her.  If I was being murdered in front of him, the most Barba would probably do is dial 911 on his way to his next appointment.  Barba’s an ass.  Peter’s the greatest guy on this or any other planet. 

 *****

Carmen thought she had seen all of Mr. Barba’s moods, but this was a new one.  He was alternately angry, thoughtful, and what she could only interpret as sad.  And he couldn’t concentrate.  He spent long periods staring out the window, kept asking her the same questions, and he was taking forever to draft a response brief Carmen could have written herself in half an hour.  Finally, she decided that, if she was going to get home before it was time to come back to work, she was going to have to do something.  She made him give her what he had written so far, which wasn’t even close to his usual work, and sent him home.  Of course, he didn’t realize that’s what she’d done – he wasn’t supposed to.  Carmen had moves so smooth, sometimes he didn’t realize she’d even been there.  

 *****

While the Cubs fought valiantly to come back from a 4-1 deficit, Peter lay on his side on his couch with Laura sitting on the floor in front of him.  She hadn’t gone home after leaving the station house, instead letting herself into his apartment and changing into one of his T-shirts and a pair of shorts with a drawstring so she could cinch them around her waist.  He wondered idly how many baseball games they’d watched in these exact positions.  He also wondered what was going on with her.  She wasn’t often needy, but she was tonight.  At some point, she’d reached her hand up and taken hold of his, apparently needing that comfort.  He was happy to provide it.  

She surprised him when, after getting them fresh sodas during the seventh inning stretch, she asked to lay with him on the couch.  He moved back to give her some room, expecting her to spoon with him.  Instead, she lay down facing him, snaking her arms around him and entwining her legs with his.  He looked down at her.  

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“The only reason I want to cuddle with you is you.  You’re gorgeous, you know.”  

“I’m glad you think so.  If you want to talk, just... let me know.”

She reached up and kissed him, first lightly and slowly, but building the heat of the kiss, leaving no doubt what she wanted.  

“I don’t want to talk.  I want you to take me to bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want your hands on me.  I want your mouth on me.”

He rolled them over so that she was on top of him, gently putting his hands behind her thighs and moving her legs to straddle him.  From there, it was easy for him to swing his legs off the couch and stand with her in his arms, her legs around him.  She never stopped kissing him as he carried her into his bedroom and gently laid her down on his bed.  

She pulled his shirt over his head, which made him grin. She never let him keep his shirt on for long when they started kissing.  But she was different tonight.  Laura was the most impatient lover he’d ever had. As long as he had known her, she had wanted to tear ahead while he tried to slow things down to savor the moments. Which put him squarely in the driver’s seat, exactly where he wanted to be, with her urging him and pushing him and, if he made her wait too long, begging him for what she wanted.  There was something incredibly hot about how eager she was for him, and especially how much more he could make her feel than her impatient nature, left to its own desires, would allow.  

Not tonight.  Tonight, she wanted kisses and caresses.  She wanted closeness.  He could do that.  He prepared himself for a slow, leisurely, sensuous fuck that might last hours.  He concentrated on the sensation of kissing Laura, tasting her and listening to her beginning to moan.  This was what he thought of when he thought of them together.  He didn’t think about the bad times. He thought about this.  How good they were together, how much he liked the way she made love to him, how hot and furious they could be one moment and how soft and loving the next.  

“I love you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Sunshine…”  

He undressed her slowly, partly because that was what she wanted, and partly because he had no choice.  She had pulled him on top of her and seemed to want to keep him there.  Eventually, though, she loosened her hold on him enough that he could begin to kiss down her neck.  He spent a very long time using his mouth and his hands to savor her breasts, listening to her low moans and filling his eyes with the sight of her.  Her eyes were closed, and she wore the slightest Mona Lisa smile as she moved under him.  

He kissed and licked a trail down her abdomen, shifting his position until he could use his tongue on her.  She groaned and squirmed, occasionally muttering his name softly.  But that wasn’t really what she needed.  She took his hands and pulled him toward her, guiding him back to lying on top of her with their bodies touching for their full lengths.  She moved her hips and thighs, encouraging him to enter her.  He moved with her, trying to be gentle and pay attention to her movements and sounds, helping her to adjust to his size.  She didn’t want that, either.  She made impatient noises and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.  

As Peter moved in and out of her, she wrapped a hand in his hair.  “I love you,” she murmured again, pulling him down into a deep kiss.  

“I love you, too, Sunny,” he assured her, feeling strangely emotional in this moment.  

When she came, he asked her to say his name.  She did.  Over and over.