#look at this fucking thing. hes going up for adoption as soon as he clears behavioral and health assessments

[pokemonshelterstories]

flat fuck friday came early

[sluttywoozi]

Vampire Wonwoo Headcanons

Notes: sfw; wonwoo is old as hell, like volturi old; this is super long soz

Total recluse, is not up with the times at all

Doesn’t have a phone, or internet, until he meets you

You meet at a bookstore, you work there and that’s the only place he goes

He’s breathtakingly lonely

Doesn’t talk much, just stares at you with those dark, baleful eyes and listens to every single word you say

Turns them over in his head until he can conjure the sound of your voice

Overhears you saying your apartment building is being demolished and that you have nowhere to go

Posts a flier advertising his spare room on a pillar outside the bookstore the next day

You move in the next week

His house is old af, super victorian, creaky as all hell

There are hallways leading to nowhere, locked doors without keyholes, and mirrors covered with sheets everywhere

He’s got a sunroom but it’s all boarded up, and as soon as winter hits and you mention missing the sun, he’s prying the boards off with his bare hands

Probably should have waited until the sun went down but he’s only a little singed so it’s okay

Sleeps so much

Like most of the hours in the day

Finds himself missing you though, dreaming about you and longing for you, and realizes all he has to do is rest less and spend that time with you instead

His schedule gets a little wonky because yours is, but it works

Basically, he goes to coffin when you leave and gets up when you come back to him home 

You have to go away for a month to take care of family and you adopt a cat to make sure wonwoo doesn’t just sleep the whole time you’re gone

He’s rested for longer, he tells you, but you don’t care

Because if he’s sleeping the whole time, you won’t be able to talk to him at night

Which is why you also put him on your phone plan

He doesn’t make you pay rent, so it’s the least you could do

Takes you ages to teach him how to use the phone, and even longer for him to actually think to use it, but it’s all worth it when you get that first selfie 

It’s mostly of Howl, but you can see the rim of wonwoo’s glasses and you count that as a win

Doesn’t outright say he misses you but definitely acts like it

Texts you all the time, sends voice notes when he gets so excited that his thumbs move too fast for the phone to handle

It’s the most you’ve ever heard from him, and you can only hope that doesn’t change when you return

Of course it does though

He avoids you like the plague as soon as you get home, only opens his door to let howl out to see you, times his feeds with your shifts at the bookstore so he can be out while you’re home and home while you’re out

You have no clue why he’s suddenly being so reclusive again, and it pisses you off

And makes you sad, but you choose to focus on the anger

Eventually, you threaten to break down his door 

He refrains from reminding you that he could kill you with one hand behind his back and finally opens up

He looks fucking awful 

His cheeks are gaunt, his skin pallid, his eyes sunken, and you wonder if he’s been feeding at all

And then he has the nerve to give you attitude, to tell you he hasn’t been ignoring you, that he’s just going about his undead life like he always has

And ohhhh that gets you mad, that gets you real mad, mad enough to step into his space and maybe shout a little and perhaps poke his chest with your finger and shit, his pecs are like freakin marble

He’s still as a statue through all of this, and when you’re finally done yelling, it occurs to you that it might not have been the best idea to lose it on your landlord/roommate/vampire bestie

But he’s… smiling?

It’s small, and just barely noticeable, but the corners of his mouth are curled up in a smile, and that steals all the rest of your anger

“You care about me,” he says, awe evident in his voice and wonder clear on his face

“Of course I do! Are you fucking stupid?” You shout at your wits end, ready to lose it again

“Apparently.”

Things are different after that

He’s more open than ever, spends literally every waking moment with you 

Until he meets your best friend’s boyfriend

Him and mingyu latch on to each other immediately in a true show of black cat and golden retriever energy

Pretends he doesn’t want to hang out every time mingyu asks, opens the door for him without fail

mingyu introduces wonwoo to video games and he’s lost to you for weeks

he stops only to feed and even then, he doesn’t get nearly enough

you have to conspire with mingyu to get him to a good place in the game and then cut the internet

he’s upset at first but then he realizes how hungry he is 

and how much he misses you

he keeps his gaming to just a few hours a day from then on

before he knows it, a year has passed, and his life looks so very different than it did what feels like a moment ago

his house feels like a home, he has hobbies, he has friends, he has you. 

He doesn’t know when (time is meaningless to one as old as him) but somewhere along the way, he started seeing you differently

You always had a glow, something like an aura, to him

But now, you’re so golden it’s almost like he’s back in the sunshine

He hasn’t felt it in millennia, but you warm him from the inside out just like the sun used to

It’s why he pulled away when you had to leave all those months ago

Well, after you got back all those months ago

When you were gone, he realized that you’re the only bright spot in his life, and that was scary

He didn’t have to confront it until you got back, so he did the only thing he knows how to do - not confront it at all

He should have known you wouldn’t abide by that, but he wasn’t upset at being called (threatened) out

If anything, it made him realize that he’s important to you just like you’re important to him

Plus you’re beautiful when you’re angry

You’re beautiful always, and there hasn’t been a day since he met you that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind

Now it’s almost recurring, so frequent that it’s become a problem for him

Because you’re his best- 

He can’t say friend anymore, but best works. You’re his best. The best person he knows, the best thing in his life, the best of him

One night, you’re both reading in the study; science fiction for him and romance for you

You gasp every so often, and after a particularly loud one, he glances over surreptitiously to find you curled up with your hands pressed to your cheeks and the book in your lap

“What happened?”

“They finally kissed,” you beam at him, your eyes watery and your glee uncontained

He can’t focus on his own book after that, his thoughts full of what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like

If you would gasp for him like you gasp for your book

If you would kiss him back

For days, that’s all he can think about

He doesn’t know what to do with it, or how to behave around you, but he can’t avoid you like he did last time

He doesn’t have it in him to be away from you for too long anymore, his cold heart even colder without you

So instead he grows quiet and follows you like a shadow, like a ghost

You recognize that he needs some time to work through his feelings, and go about your business, a vampire and a cat on your heels at nearly all times

It all culminates when you’re trying to teach him how to cook

He never had a need for the skill until you, but now, he wants to be able to take care of you if some illness or poor fate should befall you

When you ask him why he wants to learn, he tells you exactly that, and you’re so endeared you wrap your arms around his neck and press a quick kiss to his cheek

You pull away like you didn’t mean to do that, but he doesn’t want you to go, his own arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him

He can feel your heart racing against his chest, hear the way it skips when he squeezes and starts to lean in

He goes so slowly, it could literally be minutes before he kisses you, so you close the distance between you and press your lips to his

He hasn’t kissed someone in ages, and now he’s kissing you, and you smell so good and taste so good and feel so good, he could die again 

Time slips away and he loses himself in you, a hunger like he’s never known growing in the pit of his belly

It's a unanimous decision to postpone cooking lessons and go straight to bed 😌

[bottlehawk]

hs kids' first day on the earth c minecraft survival server

jake: starts digging straight down as soon as he spawns. keeps digging. keeps digging. keeps digging. no one ever sees him again

jane: enters ready to get everyone organized. half the server immediately runs off doing their own thing. stops the remaining crew before they wander off so they can start building a base before it turns to night. gives everyone roles and then has to go afk because she was on her lunch break and is actually playing minecraft on her company computer. comes back hours later and finds the entire server on fire.

karkat: gets a stone hoe and some wheat seeds thrown at him and is told to set up a wheat farm. nods even though he's never played minecraft before and doesn't know how. clicks the ground with the hoe and it seems to do something so he does that for a while. dave comes over and asks him why he's been just plowing the ground in one really long straight line. tells him to fuck off so he does. wishes he hadn't when he realizes he could've asked him for help. figures out that if you click on the ground with the seed it plants it and decides he's actually a minecraft genius and doesn't need anybody's help at all. dusts his hands off proud of the work he's done and then goes to try to find kanaya.

kanaya: is given a stone axe and is told to chop down some wood for the houses. does and gives roxy some stacks and goes to chop down some more wood because she honestly finds it kind of therapeutic. ends up clearing an entire mountain. night comes and mobs start sprouting up and she chops them down too. is surrounded by fields of floating rotten flesh and bones and cursed armor when suddenly she sees flames in the distance near the base. starts marching down there with the grim resolution of an executioner, ready to now start chopping some necks.

terezi: learns how to craft a flint and steel and discovers the magic of fire. laughs maniacally as she starts burning cows she runs into and laughs even more when she discovers they drop cooked meat. wants to find more things to burn. finds a raider's base and the sound of the wood torching up into flames does something to her and she starts setting fire to the entire forest. stumbles across the base. sets fire to one of the buildings. karkat comes over and yells and asks what the fuck she's doing. sets karkat on fire. laughs as she watches him run in circles not knowing how to stop the flames. suddenly gets murked by kanaya who's sneaked up behind her, and continues being hunted down by her as she respawns for the rest of the night.

jade: wanders off and finds a cute little village. decides that she's adopting it now. places some flowers she's picked along the way around to make it look nice and pretty. tames and places some cats around the perimeter and puts some torches nearby to keep away mobs. builds a water fountain in the middle of the town square. waves goodbye to go find some wolves to tame and promises that she'll be back.

dave: builds elaborately detailed dirt penises all over the farm while karkat works and negs him. karkat tells him to fuck off and go do something useful. fucks off accordingly and finds jade's village. raids everything from the chests and all the crops. puts dirt dicks all over the place. kills the cats for string and free exp. kills some sheep and creates beds and pushes some of the villagers inside a shitty little acacia building he made with a sign on it saying "breeding pen". throws some potatoes at them and then blocks up the entrance. turns around and immediately gets blown up by a creeper.

calliope: is the only one given op privileges as she is the only one that everyone can trust to have it. decides she wants to build a big cool glass castle in the sky. has just finished building the base when jade types in chat that whoever destroyed her village is going to pay. types "oh no!!!" in the chat. gets a dm from dave asking her for sanctuary because jade is going to KILL him. remembers that he's made NFTs. sends jade screenshots of the exact incriminating parts in the server log and happily continues building her castle.

rose: has debug screen turned on. immediately crafts several stone axes. runs off to the nearby desert and finds a desert temple and raids it, crafting an iron bucket. fills it with water and goes to a lava pool and builds a nether portal. enters the nether. speed bridges over to a nether fortress and makes a wither skeleton farm and proceeds to grind for ~3-4 hours. collects enough wither skulls. readies her bow and summons the wither and starts using its detonating blasts to mine down for ancient debris.

roxy: tried to convince everybody at the beginning to download 727378282 mods to make the server "more FUN!!". was unsuccessful. gets told to make some houses and beds for the base so she does. looks for other things to do and finds karkat's wheat farm and is flabbergasted. why is it in one long straight line. there isn't even any water. where is the water? tells john to go get her some redstone while she fixes it up so she can automate it.

john: not sure what to do. roxy tells him to start mining for redstone ("its red and shiny lol you wont have to dig that far"). digs straight down into a cave. realizes he forgot to get wood but decides to go on anyway. uses up all his stone pickaxes mining copper because he doesn't know what it is and it looks cool. hits a slime and it divides into more slimes and he freaks out and runs away with two hearts. keeps running and finds a door in the side of the cave wall. opens it. wanders around in a cool maze and then enters a weird room with some yellow and green chest like boxes. suddenly gets attacked by a little bug making a screechy sound and panics and dies.

dirk: rounds up some animals into pens for the base and then busts out a boat and a fishing pole to try to get them a book of mending. is chilling in the middle of the ocean and then sees that dave gets blown up by a creeper in chat. asks if he's okay and if he needs someone to come over. sees that karkat got killed by terezi. sees that terezi got killed by kanaya. asks what is going on. is now rowing back towards base. jade types that her village has been destroyed. jane has logged on and is asking why the entire base is on fire. is crafting buckets and filling them with water. sees that rose got an achievement for summoning the wither. texts her "Dude did you just summon the Wither???". rose ominously replies "I've got it handled." sees john got killed by a silverfish and roxy asking when the hell john found the stronghold. jake gets a cheating death with a totem of undying achievement. proceeds to have a total aneurysm.

[aurasplanet]

PERV carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, part two to caught, carl is a few years older than reader, reader is daryl’s adopted daughter, perv!sub!carl, carl is a peeking tom, cock slapping, oral (m and f!receiving), reader is kinda a mean!dom

ever since that night you haven’t left carl’s mind. the way you controlled him without even touching him, it drove him crazy. you instructed his every movement, told him when to stop, told him when not to stop. safe to say he was fucked stupid even though you didn’t lay a finger on him.

and he swears you’re tempting him.

the skimpier clothes you wear, always talking about how hot it is so no one bats an eye. but he sees right through you, he sees that teasing look you give him. you want to get another reaction out of him. his pride is telling him not to satisfy you, but everything else in him is screaming to give in.

then there’s the closeness, all of a sudden you’re always near him. if you can get away with it, touching him too. not in the way carl wants, in the way it’s so sickeningly close it drives him nuts. he’s always had his eye on you, you weren’t that much younger than him, close enough in age. but it’s different now.

“hey carl.” fuck, he can just hear it in your voice. it’s teasing and it’s flirty, and no one seems to notice a thing. trust, if daryl could tell, carl would be pounded into flat stanley.

carl gulps when your arm comes over his shoulder, your face way too close to his for him to act normal. “hi,” he breathes out, hand nervously coming up to your waist. he was standing next to his dad, who was going over something with your dad, and everyone’s dad, glenn.

“now that’s a little close.” daryl grumbles, pulling you more towards him. they’ve come to notice the shift in your friendship, of course never chalking it up to you watching carl fuck himself. but did they need to know that anyway?

you look up to your dad with pleading eyes, “actually, i was here to ask if i could babysit judith today?” carl’s eye widens, babysit judith his ass. she’s at the age where she does hardly anything but sleep. of course, that’s in his favor, and he’s growing nervous at your offer.

daryl looks between you and carl with a scowl on his face, then to glenn and rick who shrug. rick’s always happy for the extra help, not yet knowing what it’s like to have to watch over a grown daughter. “fine.” you clap and grab carl’s hand, walking away with him with a small ‘thank you’, ignoring their confused looks.

“why are you taking me with you?”

you take your hand out of his and cross your arms, “do you not want me to?” he shakes his head frantically and grabs your hand again, letting you lead him. he soon realizes you’re on the path to your house, not his.

he tilts his head, “what about judith?”

“she’s with olivia. she’ll cover for me.” you’re not exactly sure about that, but you’re willing to risk it.

carl nods, walking with you and trying to keep up the same pace. despite being so lost in his head. he clears his throat, “so… uh, what are we gonna do?”

you giggle, “you’re cute carl.” you don’t miss how his ears turn red, the confusion spreading over his face. no doubt he’s never been called that before. “we could… read comics?”

he can hide the dejection on his face, that little cover up story, sneaking off together, all to read comics? “are you just trying to drive me crazy?” you turn to him with a smile and wink, walking him up your steps.

the longer he’s there the more pissed off he gets. you truly did just read comics. despite the glances you kept sending his way, like you were waiting for something, you never actually did anything. don’t get him wrong, he loves the spider-man volumes you have, but he thinks he’d love his head buried between your thighs more.

he can’t help but zone out thinking about it, adjusting his jeans when they get too tight. you watch him amusedly as his eye stays on one page for a good five minutes. “you done yet?” his gaze snaps up, looking to his side for you before looking up.

“when did you get up?”

“oh a long time ago.” you didn’t, you just stood up to go shower, but it was funny to mess with him. watch his pretty face turn red knowing you’re the only one who’s done it. “anyway, i’m gonna go take a shower.”

his face turns possibly even redder and he just nods curtly. he watches you walk around your room to grab everything you need, focus trained on your hips especially. when you turn around he scrambles to pick his comic back up, squinting his eye shut when you laugh. he waits until you go into the bathroom, he waits until the water runs to finally breathe.

he looks down and fucking hell is his boner obvious. he doesn’t know whether to be upset that you didn’t make fun of him this time or not. he sighs, unzipping his jeans and palming himself through his boxers. he has to be quick, before you can get out and catch him, again. or maybe he could let it play out… his head was a mini battle field.

no matter how hard he focused the running water brought him out of his head. he felt so gross, but it couldn’t be too bad if he stole a peek? just so things wouldn’t have to be all his imagination anymore.

he zips his pants and looks out the door, making sure daryl hasn’t come home yet. he crosses the hall to the bathroom, furrowing his brow at the ajar door. he pushes it a little and pokes his head in just enough to see. he swore he could cum then and there, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tried.

he lost track of time, practically drooling at the sight in front of him like some stupid teen boy. which he guess he had a mind of, after all that little night you two had together was the first time he did anything with anyone.

his eye widens when you step out, while body on display with water droplets cascading down. he was frozen, unaware of his hand going down his pants as you changed in front of him. he felt dirty, you had no idea did you?

oh you did, he should have known better, seriously. it’s you, he’s him, he’s a fucking perv. you knew it, you knew you had to tempt him. it’s what you had been waiting on. you needed him to finally give in and do just what you expected so you had the excuse to use and punish him just how you wanted.

he leans his head against the edge of the door frame, eye shut and mouth agape in a silent moan as he tries to get off before you notice. but you swing the door open, fist latching onto his collar to bring his face towards yours.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a knowing smirk. god, he’s so shameless. he looks embarrassed but he hasn’t faltered or slowed his movements at all. he kept eye contact and his heavy breath mixed with yours before he kissed you. it was needy and hungry and messy, full of inexperience and desperation.

you separate from his lips, attaching yours to his neck. you smirked at his moans, pushing him against the counter and motioning for him to sit on it. you place your hand over his and squeeze, a whine leaning his throat in response. you suck and nibble on the skin of his collarbone, hand traveling from his back to his hair, giving it a small tug.

he whimpers your name, “so loud, what if someone walks in, huh?” he squirms and you smirk at his reaction, picking your head up to look at him. swollen lips, dilated pupil, and that look that was begging for you.

"y/n!" carl gasps, your tug a bit harsher this time. the force led you to be in control of his head, and you lifted it so he would look into your eyes. he looked embarrassed, his pretty face painted with pink. "don't look at me like that.”

he attempts to get out of your grasp to no avail. he felt so small under your gaze, like a prey facing its predator. and he hates how turned on he was getting from it. he hates how despite everything he’s built up, the thought of finally getting taken care of is too fucking good to pass up.

he was lost in his head until he felt the cold air of his room hit his now bare cock. he whimpered at the feeling, glancing down to your eyes that were already set on his face. his cheeks once again returned to their pink hue that seemed to come around every time you did. he sucked in a sharp breath and let his head fall back when he felt your hand wrap around him, giving his cock a few strokes.

he felt bliss in that moment, eye screwed shut. but his moment was quickly ruined when a searing pain travel from his erection and up his body. he jerked forward, tears springing his eye as he looked down at the culprit. you just stared back at him with that innocent smile that kills him.

"why'd you do that?" he asked, lip trembling.

“you didn’t think i’d let you get away with being a dirty perv?” he blinks and you just start jerking him off once more at the lack of response.

he whines your name, shutting his eyes, snapping them open again when you slapped his cock for a second time. "stop!" he cries, his head falling back.

"you know, you look pitiful," you mutter, voice merely above a whisper as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. "nothing is tying you down or forcing you through this. you like it." carl rolls his eye at your accusation. he knew you were right, he just wasn't going to admit it.

you begin licking from the base of his cock to the tip. carl was a whining mess now, squirming on the countertop, trying his best to keep his eye on yours. you started to bob your head up and down, delicious noises escaping from the boy above you. you wanted to laugh at him, how desperately he wanted to close his eye, shy away from you.

you slide off him with a pop, "what's wrong, carl?" you ask innocently, the look on your face similar to your voice. he whimpered at the sight of you, your mouth so close to him while all you did was lazily jerk him off.

carl just pants, breath quickening when you went back to the task at hand. it took everything in him not to buck his hips up, because with your rules, he didn't know what would come to him if he did. your pace quickened when carl warned you of his approaching orgasm, whines, moans, and groans leaving his pretty pink lips. his stomach muscles would contract every now and then. finally he came, whimpers of your name falling from his lips as if it were the only word he knew.

you kept going until he pushed you away, "no, can't take anymore..." his voice was shaky, and he repeatedly took in breaths. he looked so pretty, shaking and panting. all because of you.

"well, what am i supposed to do then?" you fake pout, tilting your head teasingly. you stand up, taking off your shit and giggling at carl’s shameless gawking gaze. he adjusted in his seat, watching with amazement as you continued to strip in front of him. "shirt off," you instruct, the boy obeying immediately.

carl thought for a second before he opened his mouth, "sit here." his face was red as he moved, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

you quirk a brow at him, “what are you planning?” he opens his mouth to speak, but you’ve reduced him to something so small he can’t even force it out of him.

“i’ll show you.” his hands messily fiddle with your shorts, tugging them off of you. he attaches his lips to you immediately and you feel him groan into your pussy, the vibrations causing a moan to leave your lips. you couldn't help but move, slightly riding his face. he seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes closed.

you gripped at one of your breasts, then using one of carl’s hands to replace your own. you knew he was trying to jerk himself off secretly, failing miserably, but you decided not to interrupt him. after all his mouth was so good, albeit inexperienced it was him. and he was enjoying it as much as you were. if not more.

carl whimpers, mumbling the words ‘gonna cum’ into your cunt. "hold it," you command, combing your fingers through his hair, causing a moan to rip from his throat.

"can't!" carl’s eyes were screwed shut, nose scrunched up and lips forming an 'o' shape.

"you can, and you will. you're not incapable of such a simple task, carl," your voice was stern, the control you had over him driving him crazy. when you felt let yourself dangerously close, you gave carl permission. he was very loud, adorable moans of your name leaving his red and swollen lips, although muffled. his hands go to grip your thighs tightly when you cum on his tongue, afraid you were going to disappear if he hadn't kept you close.

he rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a small laugh. "thank you..." he trails off, his face was red, and his voice was very quiet. everything seemed awkward to him now. he stands up and you lean forward to give him another kiss, it was softer this time, a small moan from carl traveling to your mouth.

“you shouldn’t be thanking me for a punishment.”

carl shrugs, leaning his head on your shoulder. “got you to myself though now, didn’t i dixon?”

[alaritheaurora]

Hey so, what the fuck is up with Shilo and Emizel?

Like yeah, they're brothers. Confirmed twins by Condi. How???

It's been made pretty clear that Shilo is half human, or at least in those kinds of vibes. There is never once a mention of his turning, he seems pretty clueless on humans, he has aged to his current age. But then he can also somewhat digest food, and his aura looks like a human aura. Yeah, that's all good, checks out.

What about Emizel? It is very hinted at, if not stated that Jeffrey is not his real father, but that he found or adopted him when he was still a baby. If Emizel is half vampire like Shilo, wouldn't he show that? He would, yeah, at least a bit. But he hasn't.

Even if takes more human traits, like Shilo takes more vampires traits. But he hasn't. There are no vampire traits. He's not faster, not stronger, doesn't have enhanced senses. I'm sure he would've noticed by now if he could do some mind shit or thought that blood looked particularily yummy. Even appearance wise, while we don't know exactly what he looked like, it is said that he is going through the vampire transition, becoming paler, getting fangs, pointy ears, red eyes. That is changing, he did not have that before. He looked like a human, he acted like a human.

The only time when he's human that he acts vampiric is when they say that "in the streetlight, it's almost like your eyes glow red" (not a direct quote, AT ALL, pulled from my ass and memore) but that is in reference to the all of the Demons. The whole gang have symbolism in their eyes.

The other time is when Emizel has been bitten and has the urge to bite his soon-to-be-sire back. There is something urging him to bite the guy. But that isn't necessarily a vampire thing. Vampires don't really bite other vampires. And for all we know, maybe there's some dying instinct that recognizes that vampire blood could save your life if you've been bitten. Or hell, Emizel just seems like he's kinda just like that. It does not seem out of character for his last dying action to be to bite someone.

So like, wtf? Why is Shilo half vampire and Emizel not?

I still think that the queen is their mom. I don't think she'd give a shit about Shilo if he weren't her son. And Emizel seems like the one she's keeping tabs on.

So here's my Lil theory. It was mentioned that vampires could briefly turn humans to eat shit. Now I don't know the vampire masquerade mechanics or shit, but it seems to me like maybe that could aply to more than just eating food. So like, maybe miss Queen Vampire wanted a night on the town, or hell, maybe she wanted a kid. So she got it on with some human, maybe Jeffrey, maybe not.

Gurl gets pregnant, but oops, it's twins. And when they're born, after a bit it's achingly clear one of them is more human than the other. Turns out, maybe doing the do while human fucked shit up a bit, so while the kids could carry vampire genes, they also could not at all. In fact it was probably more likely for the kid to not be a vampire at all.

So now her Majesty has two sons. One who looks like a vampire, one who doesn't. She's worried about both of them because they are at the very least half human and humans tend to die easily. She says "Hey, I'll give it time, maybe Emizel will just take time to be more vampire like, it's possible it's not an instantaneous thing"

She waits. Shilo is clearly a vampire. He drinks blood, he has little fangs, his eyes are red. Emizel, decidedly does and is not. After a few months, it becomes clear that Emizel is not a vampire. Fuck. What do they do?

Her council (or whatever the fuck they are) suggest to just kill Emizel, he's human, besides she already has one son, why need another? Miss Her Majesty is like "I dealt with too much morning sickness to get kill this kid". So maybe out of suggestion of the council, maybe out of fear for his life, she decides to ship baby Emizel off the LA without telling anyone. There he can grow up with humans and live a human life and not be as in danger as in the castle. Besides, she can just keep tabs on him so that if he does end up being half vampire she can scoop him up and plop him with his brother.

At least that's what I think. It's possible that Emizel is just built different.

[creedslove]

*ABOUT JOEL*

I know Halloween is gone, BUT... I only can think about:

Stablished relationship

Trick or treat, Joel father of Sarah and adoptive dad of Ellie (reader and Joel adopted her)

Joel goes as cowboy

Reader as cheerleader

After trick or treat, party at Maria and Tommy's

Some stupid dude dressed as quarterback hits on reader and Joel tries to interfere but Tommy doesn't let him be violent

As it happens, reader says that's she's married and leaves the dude without believing and goes to kiss Joel in a VERY sexy way

Reader and Joel get REALLY worked up and go have a quicky in the bathroom and the guy listens to it by coincidence, and when he sees reader and Joel leaving, says to Tommy: "I wish I was that guy"

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I fucking love your mind ❤️

• the girls had been driving Joel mad through the whole week, they couldn't even wait for Halloween, the small but happy Miller household was completely overwhelmed by talks of costumes, trick or treating and Halloween adventures

• the girl weren't little kids anymore, you and Joel knew there were only a couple of years left before they would gladly exchange an evening with the family for some lame teen Halloween party and god forbid sexy costumes

• Joel suffered from severe anxiety just to imagine his precious girls leaving home in revealing clothes, after all, he was a man who suffered from anticipation

• so in the end, as much as you all were tired of all the chat about that one specific thing, you were also happy they were so into trick or treating

• which went great, and as soon as they were tucked in bed - pretending to sleep to pig out on all the candy they got, while you and Joel pretended not to know so you could go out - you both got ready for Tommy's party

• Joel isn't a costume man, but he saw you in your cheerleader costume, that man was at a loss of words, if it were up to him, he would take you right then and there, not allowing you to leave the room

• but you reminded him the girls were home, and you wouldn't be able to make a lot of noise, so you promised Joel you could both go to your old apartment, the one you lived in before moving in; it was empty and it had a bed, enough for what Joel wanted to do with you

• and at that promise Joel agreed to dress up, so the best you two could put up, was a cowboy, which did not disappoint, Joel looked so fucking good

• and that man desired you all the time, you could see the lust in his eyes, loving how much he wanted you throughout the party, whenever you glanced at Joel, he was eating you up in his mind

• things were fun until some random guy dressed as a quarterback approached you; he immediately began making jokes about Halloween couple costumes and how you and him should be a couple, which made you roll your eyes at him

• you dressed like that for Joel and Joel only, knowing you would have that exact effect you did on him, but any other unwanted attention you made yourself clear about not wanting it at all

• but the guy was insisting and Joel spotted a man getting all cozy towards his girl, he felt his blood boiling and the moment he tried walking towards you both, Tommy held his brother's arm and asked him not to make a scene

• Joel grunted annoyed, he didn't like that scene at all, but was so surprised to see you swaying your hips and walking towards him once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and giving Joel a deep kiss

• your man couldn't resist you, he had been trying to hold himself back so bad during the night, but it was tough, it was so fucking tough. All he did was wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, kissing you as deeply and intently as he could, his grip was tight around you

• he dragged you to the bathroom and locked the door, being unable to wait for your time alone and making you scream and moan for him, as much as he tried to muffle your sounds

• outside, the quarterback stared at Tommy who embarrassedly shrugged, not knowing how to explain what was going on

• you and Joel exited the bathroom all red and flushed, both of you chuckling and giggling and you couldn't wait to get out of there and spent the rest of the night with your man

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(to me that's Joel Miller dressed as a cowboy and no one can convince me otherwise)

[justkending]

Bullshit! How about a bet? (One-shot)

Summary: Who knew that being short would lead to such great benefits?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (shorter)

Word Count: 3900+

A/N: Once again, I dipped my toes into smuttier waters, but still am building up the courage to jump in fully... I have some announcements (life-wise) that I'm going to make soon, but I needed to write something after the week I had just to bring some happiness to my life, so here you are! I hope you enjoy :)

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I was adamant about finding some way to sue Tony Stark for placing the microwave at such an unnecessary height. 

I also planned to sue him for the emotional distress it had caused me this far with the teasing and mocking jokes the team landed on me when they watched me attempt to put food in it. 

Nat and I weren’t far from each other’s height, but either she didn’t use the microwave, or she was better at hiding when she did because I seemed to be the only one who got the quips thrown at me when I stood on the tips of my toes just to push something onto the turntable. 

To make the task harder, the door opened top to bottom like an oven instead of side to side like any normal version of the kitchen amenity did, making my arms stretch out as far as I could just to get whatever it was I needed to be heated up to actually go into the damn thing. 

Damn the rich for trying to be fancy where it was unnecessary!

Recently, I tried to adopt Nat’s efforts of never being seen doing the mundane daily act, and the last few times, I had been successful. My luck seemed to run out today...

Trying to make my task as quick as possible, I pulled the door down and stood on my tiptoes to push my now lukewarm coffee mug into the middle of the turntable. 

“You’re so close, Pixie,” I heard behind me, and I cringed, finding I was far from being in the clear. 

“Fuck off,” I grumbled, knowing the voice of the person the nickname had originated from. I accepted that the mug was in the microwave even if it wasn’t centered. 

“Those aren’t nice words,” Bucky retorted, and I could hear the smug grin on his face even if I didn’t bother to look over at him. 

“You’re an angry Pixie today,” Sam added, walking to the counter and grabbing a banana off the stand in the middle, and then going to the fridge for a drink. 

“I thought you guys were on a tactical mission,” I groaned, pushing the buttons that were also too high quickly to start the radioactive machine. 

When I turned around, Bucky was closer now but had propped himself on the side of the bartop of the counter that faced the seating area ahead. Sam was still head deep into the fridge, trying to decide on his drink of choice. 

“We were. Finished it early,” Sam hummed as he ducked his head to see all the varieties of sodas, waters, and juices Tony kept stocked. “Weren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?” 

“Canceled,” I answered shortly, glaring at Bucky, who seemed to still find my height funny as he grinned at me. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” he asked, playing coy. 

Instead of a response, I just sent him another hate-filled look. 

“Find a way to sue Tony yet?” Sam broke the stare-off we were having, and I didn’t process what he meant. 

“About what?” I looked at him.

“About the microwave being placed perfectly so that you look like a toddler trying to reach for the cookies on the top of the fridge,” Bucky answered for him.

I turned my head slowly and murderously to the brunette. 

“Out in the field isn’t the only place you can get killed,” I smiled, but there was no hint of joy or joking behind it—instead, a sadistic pull of my lips. 

“No threats,” he pointed at me with a warning Tony had started since forever ago, and I could see his shoulders tense even if he tried to hide the hint of discomfort. 

“Promises are different than threats,” I tilted my head with the smile still on my lips. 

“Stop that.” His body had ever so slightly leaned back. 

The microwave dinged before I could torment Bucky further, and I turned my head to look at it and then back at Sam. 

“I won’t replace your shampoo with nair if you get that for me,” I smiled, almost instantly turning the psychotic one into an innocent one. 

“Why would you do that, to begin with?” He asked, concerned, slowly moving to get my mug out of sheer fear. 

“I think you can take a decent guess,” I replied, watching him as he carefully brought the mug out and walked calculatingly to hand it to me. 

“Y/N,” he warned. 

“Hope you two have the day you deserve,” I skipped away, mimicking a child about to go prance through a field of flowers. 

“She scares me,” Sam whispered once I was out of the room. 

“Are we sure she’s not an evil serial killer on the side and just does this job to lessen her karma?” Bucky asked, their eyes still on the doorway I had left out of. 

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“Bullshit!”

“I see they’ve started early,” Steve sighed, taking a tired sip of his coffee as he sat in the den where Bucky, Nat, Sam, and I were already up, causing chaos for the day.

“They got a bet going,” Sam explained while Steve sat beside him.

“What is it this time?” Steve questioned, looking between us three and keeping the lip of the mug close to his mouth.

“Bullshit!”

“Exactly that,” Sam smirked, grabbing his own cup of caffeine.

“Bucky claimed that Y/N couldn’t, and still hadn’t, beat him in Bullshit since our last Christmas party,” Nat said, joining on the other side of Steve with her own playing cards in hand, leaving him in the middle of the two. 

“I have beat him,” I mumbled, looking over my cards in hand as I debated on the next set to put down. “He just got the honorary win because we were called on a mission before I could put my cards down and go out.”

“If you didn’t get to play the winning hand, how did you win?” Bucky snarked, watching me carefully as I put two aces down. “Bullshit.” 

“Ha ha!” I pointed at him. “Pick 'em up, Buckaroo.” 

He rolled his eyes and looked down at the decent-sized pile of cards stacking up, seeing that I did, in fact, tell the truth and added them to his own hand. 

“Careful what you claim, Buck,” Steve retorted about more than one thing, only getting a middle finger in return from his friend, who stared at his new options. 

“There’s a larger bet hanging over this one,” Nat hummed, putting her two cards in before pulling her legs into a crossed position. 

“Yeah?” 

“If I win, he has to be my man-servant for the microwave,” I celebrated, putting down one three of clubs that I was lucky enough to have. My deck in hand was growing thinner and thinner. 

“And if not?” Steve asked. 

“If not, she can’t call me Buckaroo for five months,” Bucky mockingly sneered at me. 

“Actually, two weeks,” I shook my head, putting a card down. 

“If you’re so sure you’re going to win, why does it matter?” he said teasingly. I stuck my tongue out at him as a response. “Real mature.” 

“Just play your hand, Jackass.” 

He did, and on my turn, I went out.

“Hell, yes!” I jumped up and down, hands in the air, before doing a small victory dance. 

“How the hell?” Bucky looked absolutely flabbergasted by my win. “You had like ten cards left.” 

“Did I?” I cheered, showing my empty hands for effect. 

He turned to Nat, who had a grin on her face, and shrugged when she noticed his glare turned on her. 

“Don’t look at me. I played clean,” she laid her deck of cards neatly on the table and put her hands up in defense. 

“Fair win, Buck,” Steve laughed. 

“You’re my man-servant now,” I gleamed, dipping down to grab my mug of coffee and handing it to him. “Would you mind heating this up by chance? I forgot about it while I was busy kicking your ass.” 

“Yeah, because of how long it took you to do it,” he grumbled, not putting up a fight as he took it from my hand and stomped to the microwave passively. 

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Bucky’s POV

For the next week, Y/N multiplied her microwave use by a thousand. Things that didn’t even need microwaving were thrown in for two seconds sometimes, just to annoy me. 

She’d say stuff like, “Oh, perfect. It was just half a degree too cold,” or, “Careful, I burned my tongue last time 'cause you were too busy glaring at me to watch it. We don’t want to make that mistake again.” 

She even had me heat up Nat’s and Wanda’s food at one point, even though that wasn’t part of the bargain. Her reasoning should have had me leaving the room, but instead, Nat and Wanda had a nice glass of steaming apple cider in hand by the time I did leave. 

I was close to being done with it all and the constant nagging that accompanied it, so when I walked in and saw her in the kitchen today, I instantly turned on my heel and tried to run before she saw me… Luck wasn’t on my side...

“Oh, Buckaroo!” That name had multiplied its use as well... “I need to pop the popcorn for movie night, and I could use the help!”

I could have kept walking and brushed it off as if not hearing her, but no one was dumb enough to believe that. Damn my super hearing… And as annoyed as I was, I was a man of my word. I made a bet, and I lost. I only had six more days, eight hours, and 28 more minutes to go.

“Ten seconds at a time,” I muttered under my breath as I turned my direction back to the kitchen and stomped slowly to the microwave. 

I had been coming in here for my own hidden snacks for movie night and forgot that most of the team would be here for this night’s movie marathon. It had been a while since we all had some free time together, and even if the new chore had become irritating, Y/N was using it for good tonight by making sure everyone had their favorite popcorn in hand for the trilogy we were watching. 

“Why do you put all the work on yourself when they can come in here and make a bag themselves?” I asked, leaning on the counter where she was organizing the multiple varieties of popcorn we had stocked. She was measuring to make sure that everyone’s favorite was accounted for.

“Why not? It’s not hurting me,” she shrugged as if it was common sense and I was asking a dumb question. “Why do you pick the same two types of candy every time we have a movie night?” she shot back, looking at me and slightly nodding to the microwave. 

I took the message as I saw the timer count down from three and moved to grab the finished bag inside. 

“It’s a comfort food,” I argued my answer. 

“Exactly, and this is their comfort food. Plus, I don’t know, it’s one less step they have to map out. It’s already an exhausting part of our job having to think of the next step constantly, and it doesn’t bother me to do, so why not take an extra few actions so they don’t have to,” she simplified.

She handed me a prepped bag, ready for the microwave next. 

I took it and went back and forth for a while as I thought of her answer. 

I had learned over the years that Y/N’s love language had been acts of service, whether that was making sure that our favorite cereals were on the shopping list so we wouldn’t run out, or offering a blanket or pillow when she came into the same room as you before she got comfortable herself. 

We were almost always constantly tired from our jobs and just the general weight of the world on our shoulders some days. Having someone make popcorn for you on an off day was just one less action to do, and Y/N did more things to help us in that area than I had even tried to notice.

I had seen her acts of service being done, but mainly out of spite of not being one of the people who received them. Not because I wanted her to do things for me, more so the thought behind it. 

We bickered and got on each other’s nerves a lot, more so just to poke at her and see that fire in the pixie’s eyes on my end, but I didn’t get this kind of treatment as often. I had accepted it at this point, but the few times she had extended that kind of care to me, it felt like burning a candle on a fall day after deep cleaning for eight hours. Something about it put you at peace and made you feel even more at home. 

Maybe this deserved a conversation with her, even if I was terrified to wander into those grounds. 

We had quietly shuffled around the kitchen, and I had taken on the job as her co-chef as I grabbed multi-colored popcorn bowls to empty the bags into and organize them according to type. 

“Peter likes the bowl that looks like the Death Star cut in half,” she pointed at one of the bowls I had pulled down. “Tony got it for him for Christmas last year, and he uses it every movie night.” She smiled as she turned back to grab one of the last bags from the microwave. 

She was saying something about adding the extra-extra movie butter popcorn bags to that bowl, but I was already moving to her side to grab the bag that was just out of reach from her fingertips in the microwave. 

Her back molded into my chest as I reached over her, pulled the brown paper bag out, and handed it down to her. I wasn’t massively bigger than her, but the nickname Pixie held its title well. 

“I had it,” she looked up at me from behind, and damn it, if that didn’t stir something in me. 

The intimate position had me feeling a new kind of warmth, different from the subtle glow of a candle in a pristine room. Instead, a weird and fuzzy feeling of realization made goosebumps form up my arms, but I didn’t quite understand what it was. 

Was this a form of anxiety I hadn’t felt yet?  I snapped out of it when I noticed I had stayed there a beat too long, and Y/N looked worried.

“We made a deal,” I said, grabbing the last bag to pop out of her hand and placing it in the microwave. “I’m a man of my word,” I added, clearing my throat and reminding myself out loud that that was the only reason I was not moving from my spot with her back in my chest and our bodies practically molding into the others. 

“You really hold up your end of the bargain,” she smiled and ducked under my arm, immediately leaving me in the cold. 

I snapped out of the headspace I was thrown into without a choice and shook my head as I helped her finish the last few tasks before accompanying her to the movie den. 

My days were almost up with being Y/N’s personal microwave-er, but for whatever reason, there was this new realization I had that made the excuse of being near her in this way not as frustrating.

I made it an excuse to try and get closer to her again and again, and not just for kitchen amenity requirements, but anytime she couldn’t reach something, which I was learning was a lot. 

Any form of aid, like trying to get a box from the top of the pantry, trying to reach a book or file on the top of a shelf, or trying to put a mug back when she was emptying the dishwasher. 

Currently, I had walked by her room, door open, and saw her struggling to hang a new picture frame on her wall, being just a few inches too short as normal. 

“Fucking hell.” I heard her mumble as she looked around for a chair. 

Before she could move from her spot, I was already behind her, hanging it to the spot she was replacing. 

“Oh, thanks,” she said, but the tone in her voice wasn’t a grateful one. “What is going on with you?” She turned and crossed her arms, looking up at me while I centered the gold frame before pulling away. 

“What do you mean?” I cleared my throat, not sure if I even knew what I was doing. 

“Don’t play coy,” she leaned back on her heel, anchoring her stance at me. 

“We made a deal,” I answered, even though it was a half-assed one, but it was better than admitting what I was feeling. Or at least I thought it was…

“For the microwave. Mind you, that ends tomorrow,” she pointed out. “What’s with all the extra help suddenly?” 

I hesitated, not sure what route I wanted to take. 

“I realized you have more things you struggle with than just in the kitchen. I figured you’d be happy to be getting a bang for your buck.”

“Bang for my Buck?” she said back with a raised eyebrow, and I heard it even if I didn’t mean it that way. Or did I?

“Yeah, getting what you bargained for,” I swallowed thickly, seeing a new fire in her eye I didn’t understand. 

“Bang for my buck, or are you trying to get a bang for your buck?” she said softly, taking a step forward. 

I froze as our chests were inches from touching, and she looked up at me in a way that would make any man melt. 

“It was the bet,” I cleared my throat, and the sound of something in the hall broke our attention from each other. “I should go check on that,” I stepped back, stabbing my thumb behind me but failing to pull my eyes from hers. 

“Should you?” she shrugged, with a sly smirk on her lips. 

I couldn’t help but stare when her tongue slowly came out to wet her lips. When I looked back at her eyes, all traces of annoyance were gone, and elements of lust took over. 

“You hate me,” I stated, knowing- or at least thinking I knew- that this feeling of chemistry would ruin us if we gave into it.  

“I don’t recall ever saying that,” she tilted her head to the side, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Actions speak louder than words,” I swallowed when the two-inch gap between us became one. 

“Why so nervous?” she ignored me. 

I hesitated because there were a million things going through my brain to answer why I was stiffening at the change in energy between us. 

“We shouldn’t-”

“Actions speak louder than words, though. And hate to break it to ya, but your actions have been showing otherwise.” Her fingers brushed my chest, and I held back a shiver that threatened to escape. “I’ll stop if you want,” she offered, halting her hand in the middle of my sternum and looking up at me before smiling mischievously again. “But you have to say something.”

My jaw tensed, and I saw her trying to read the emotions on my face. Unlucky for her, she had just flipped a switch I don’t think she meant to touch. 

I immediately turned and, with determination, walked to the door. I heard a subtle “pft” behind me like she was disappointed in my choice, but she was sorely wrong if she thought I was leaving now. She didn’t get to look at me with those eyes, bite those damn lips, and make threats she didn’t plan on following through with. 

With a quick slam, I bolted the door handle and turned to look at her from my spot. 

Now I had the upper hand, and her eyebrows were raising. 

“It’s not nice to make threats,” I said lowly and took slow and careful steps closer. I could see her go rigid now. “Unless, of course, this is actually one of your promises. Either way, don’t say something you’ll regret following through with.” 

“Should I regret it?” she hummed, and even if she looked more relaxed, I could tell she was still trying to read me and couldn’t quite follow if I was serious or teasing her back. 

“How good is your judgment?” I asked, doubling my stride until my hands were on her hips, and she was pinned to me. A sharp intake was the instant response I got from her. 

“I’m starting to wonder if it’s losing its edge right about now…” Her chest heaved in quick motions, but she tried to act as if unphased by the proximity. 

“I’ll stop right now,” I mimicked her words from earlier, but not without lowering my face to hers and stopping mere centimeters from her lips. “But you have to speak up.” 

Her breath was on my lips as her own parted, waiting for clarity to come back to her, but she stayed looking over my features, debating all her choices. 

“Answer me this,” her hands slowly and delicately took my forearms as she held me in place, our hips brushing each other in close proximity. My hands couldn’t help but squeeze in a possessive manner. “When did you realize it?”

“Realize what?” Our nearness made the tips of our noses brush, and the heat between us grew with each passing second.

“That you wanted this?” Her hands traveled up to my elbows, and she needily pulled me closer, causing our lower halves to slam in friction. 

I stifled a low moan, even if it took all the willpower in my body to do so. 

“Darling.” One of my hands on her waist moved to her lower back, and I pulled her in enough for our chest to connect next. The other hand released to come up and cup her jaw. “I’d be lying to you and myself if I said it hasn’t been a daydream of mine for a while.”

She tried to hide her smile by biting the inside of her cheek, and my thumb brushed over the movement. 

“It’s taken you fucking forever to do something about it,” she replied breathily. 

“Made it damn hard to know the feelings were mutual, doll,” I said back, looking down at her lips and keeping my attention there for a second longer to prove my point. 

“Where’s the fun in easy?” she said, pulling me into her, and our lips crashed without hesitation. 

I was hungry for something I’d been starved of for far too long, and the feeling seemed to be reciprocated on her end because the next thing I knew, we were pulling and tearing at each other’s clothes like they were on fire, and we had seconds to live before they consumed us. 

“We should make more bets,” she said breathlessly as she moved feverishly to undo the buttons on her jeans.

“I agree, Pixie,” I huffed, throwing her shirt off before moving to take mine off next. 

“I bet you can’t make me-”

“Oh, there are going to be a lot of things I’m gonna make you do after waiting this long. No bet’s necessary…” 

I pushed her back on the bed, and she fell back on her elbows, looking up at me with wide eyes and a blushed complexion. 

“I like the way you talk, Barnes. Now show me instead of telling me.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 3]

Sometimes you just miss your chance. Sometimes you have to take it.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: I did not count sue me I guess

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A/N: You can have early access to this and other selected fics on my Patreon!

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It's not uncommon for him not to see you much during his work. But today, especially considering how close you've gotten to him and how comfortable, it's weird to him that he doesnt see you at all.

"Jungkook.." Hana says, catching his attention as he mops the floor of the lunch area where all hybrids had just eaten a few minutes prior. "Do you have a moment?" she asks, voice soft and kind, though he's guarded, because he knows that soft-tune she puts on.

She's talking to him like she does to the other hybrids.

Something's up.

"Sure." he shrugs, putting the mop to the side before followong her to the side. "What's up? Did I do something?" he wonders, hands in his pockets while he leans against the wall behind him.

"I think you've already noticed that 268- the hybrid you've been spending time with.. She's not here." Hana says, and she doesn't need to say your name to make his eyes harden. Technically you don't have one after all, only your ID number he's able to recite back by pure instinct. He knows that she's talking about you. There's no one else she could mean.

"what about her?" he asks suspiciously, already irritated because deep down, he's got his fears. Maybe you've been adopted. Then he should be happy, right?

Except he isn't.

"She's been transferred..." Hana says, sighing before she crosses her arms in front of her, a clear sign she's going to try and justify that action while also blocking his for sure incoming anger. "...to a correctional facility in Daegu."

"What the fuck?!" he loudly barks out as soon as he hears that, visibly distressed. "Do you know what they fucking do to hybrids in these shitholes?" he demands to know, fists curled tightly as hed pushed himself off the wall vehind him, walking a step towards her. "She's gonna be even more traumatized in there, good fucking job!" he scoffs.

"please, a bit more quiet-" she tries as she notices some hybrids looking. "-she's gonna be fine. They're trained in cases like hers-"

"and if she doesnt comply she will just be sent to another, and another, and a-fucking-nother! Great solution, really!" he barks out, pulling the nametag from around his neck aggressively. "I'm done participating in this bullshit."

"Jungkook-" she tries, but he's already walking.

"I've got a week left of this work and I've not taken any days off." he says grimly, turning around with angry eyes. "I'm taking them now." He growls angrily, leaving the area to go grab his things- when a young man looks at him, then at his nametag Jungkook is taking off in frustration.

"Jeon Jungkook?" The man says, standing next to him dressed in all black, a facemask covering half of his face. He looks sketchy- and has caught Jungkook during the worst time possible.

"What!?" he snarls more or less, before a letter is pushed into his hand, catching him off guard.

"You're being summoned to court." the man says. Jungkook's blood runs cold at that.

"I've done the community service shit, what the hell?" he argues, but almost weakly so- because he knows he's powerless against the legal system. If they believe he needs further, worse punishment, then he'll have to take it.

"Oh they know, it's not about that." the guy says. "Or at least, not entirely. Read it at home. I think you'll be interested in showing up." the guy almost chuckles, cat-like eyes showing his amusement over the situation.

"..huh." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, turning around to go grab his bag.

"Ah, and Jungkook-ssi." the guy calls out, making the younger man roll his eyes as he turns around. "could you borrow me some of your clothes?"

"..the fuck?" he squints his eyes, unsure what this stranger wants with his clothes of all things. "Why would you want my stuff?" He asks, cringing a bit.

"I think anything that's got your scent on it would do. Just bring something when you visit." the man says, handing him a card, and a plastic.. ID, similar to the one he uses to wear at the center right here. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

The card is from the Hybrid Behavioral Therapy Center in Daegu, contact info and location address clearly written down beneath the logo. But it'sthe plastic ID card that makes hus eyes widen, because it clearly spells out;

'Special Clearance Pass: Potential owner for hybrid 268.'

[dancingbabya-notes]

Do you love me?

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Sometimes you’re just in your feelings and you feel a little unloved… actually it’s pretty bad. How does your boyfriend react when you ask?

(Welp here we go, I got an idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head no matter what so I just made it. I feel like this one needs a bit of a TW because it deals with feelings and I might not have grasped them right. Also I don’t know how they progressively got longer)

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Midoriya

You had been lackadaisical for at least a week, had it not been for your regenerative quirk you would have been seriously injured. But it was your fault. Or at least you think so. Finally fed up with avoiding your boyfriend, you take your blanket and crawl into his hold while he’s reading a book one day after class.

Usually he’d be training, but it was highly recommended he rest properly. He didn’t stop reading Midoriya simply adjusted his hold on the book and started patting your back as you lay on his chest. You weren’t sure how long you were there before he finally spoke.

“How are you feeling, cookie?”

Looking up at him you toyed with the words in your head a bit before finally speaking. “Do you love me?”

Midoriya looked hurt. “Of course I do. What made you think otherwise?”

Frowning you wrap your arms around him. “Everything. I don’t know, I just need to hear you say it.”

Bakugo

Granted you always felt a little sad, your only solace was your brother, and your boyfriend. Though they did disagree on the whole dating thing because of something like your don’t date your best friend’s siblings, even if they’re adopted. That wasn’t what got you down. What got you down was probably just the situation.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be helping?”

“I only if I can help otherwise I might accidentally kill someone,” you laugh hollowly.

“That’s not something to joke about, freak.”

It didn’t usually bother you. So you tried to seek out some comfort. Class A was used to seeing you walk in and either go to Ejiro or to Bakugo. Meaning no one batted an eye when you curled into Bakugo’s arm. He didn’t either, you honestly could tell if he cared.

“Do you love me?” You mumble for him to hear and he turns to you.

“The hell do you think?”

Okay. You had to admit you didn’t know what to think. Gathering a bit of water from the room you splashed it in his face before getting up.

“Oh I dunno? A clear fucking answer. I can’t read your mind Bakugo!” Your frustration and sadness was welling up. “I should never have come here.”

Storming out of the dorm, Eijiro groans. “Really? Bakubro, I know telling people how you feel isn’t your strong suit. But I’m sure they’re in their feelings since the anniversary is soon.”

Bakugo smacked himself. Of course he messed up somehow. Eventually he managed to get you to answer your phone, then shortly after talk to him away from the prying eyes of the extras where he berated you for asking such a stupid question. He cared about you, he just shoes it differently than you.

Kirishima

Let’s be honest the moment you started feeling down and even considered trying to deal with the feelings alone, Kirishima knew. He knew something was wrong and that you needed something, he didn’t know what it was but he would do anything if you asked.

So when you popped into his room while he was doing homework he put all his attention on you. Like a child you held your arms out for him and he picked you up and held you in his lap. Choosing to sit on the bed since the moment both your weight was on the chair it’d probably result in injury.

Cuddling into his hold you sniffle. “Do you love me Eijiro?”

His heart broke, because just from the sound of your voice you’d been crying before coming to him. He lifts up your face to look at him.

“Of course I do, and I’m going to tell you over,” he kisses your cheek. “And over.” The other cheek. “And over.” Your forehead. “And over again until you stop feeling like this.”

A small chuckle comes out. “Okay.”

Kaminari

You weren’t exactly the overly affectionate type especially when it came to your boyfriend. But right now you felt like you should be, and that was what tipped you off that something was wrong. 

“I don’t think-

“It’s fine, I didn’t tighten it too much.” You huff.

“But-

“I said it’s fine!” A puff of smoke blew from your teeth as you tried to reel in your quirk.

“Y/N, that’s enough. You’re being a bigger danger to others than Mei. Go back to the dorms and cool off,” power loader scolds.

Taking your bag you left reluctantly. Who just happened to be walking by? Kaminari. Trying to abscond you couldn’t avoid him.

“Hey baby.” His arm wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t even think to push him away.

Maybe you’re just tired. “Hello love.”

“How have you been lately? I haven’t seen much of you.” He smiles. “I mean I don’t spend to much time with you usually but-

“I-

You look at your boyfriend and decide now is a better time to ask. “Denki, do you love me?”

He froze. It was like his brain was on dialup and someone just picked up the landline. Waving your hand in his face you try to see if the aliens will give your boyfriend back.

“Look you don’t have to answer, I’ve just been feeling a little low lately. Usually I try to solve shit like this on my own but since you’re also involved and I care what you think about me or how you feel about me I jus-

He covers your mouth and hugs you. “Is that even a question? Do I love you?” Kaminari sighs. “Baby I’m in love with you. Now if you’re feeling unloved let me know what I can do to make you feel all my love.”

You laugh a bit pushing him off. “Okay lover boy. We still have things to do.”

You both walked together for a bit before saying,

“Thanks.”

Todoroki

Todoroki wasn’t an expert on other’s feelings. His usual solution to complicated feelings was to eat soba or use his quirks until he got tired. So when he saw you with your wings practically dragging behind you, he didn’t need to understand feelings that much to know. You weren’t feeling well.

Not to mention being in different areas made it a lot harder to talk often. What was getting you down though? Stress. Probably older sibling problems. That didn’t help because you were also a younger sibling. But that’s what happens when you’re one of twelve.

The last straw for Todoroki was probably when you, someone with the ability to fly, fell. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Like a mentos in a soda bottle you shot off. Explaining to Todoroki your recent fears and feelings as of late with all the news not to mention the dangers of his job versus yours.

“Do you love me?” You finally finished off feeling practically empty.

“Yes.”

Todoroki takes your hand in his. “I do love you, just like how you told me you loved me.”

“I doubt taking someone’s pain away and telling them you love them is the same as this. But thank you, Shoto.”

Mirio

Everyone could feel your emotions. Despite your best efforts you weren’t exactly skilled at not using your emotions to control your quirk. At least you knew it worked in the opposite direction. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel sad, or down but it was usually other people’s emotions and you’d probably get over it later.

But for some reason since it was your own feelings it was much, much worse. It didn’t help that you fought with your dad too.

Dropping your support items you glare. “I never asked to be trained to shoot. You did that all on your own.”

“Y/n, don’t you start with-

“I wish you’d never adopted us! Maybe at least I’d have a reason to feel angry or upset.” You took off returning to your room.

Entering through your balcony you left your shoes outside. You wanted to huddle in your room and possibly cry if that was the type of feeling you were feeling. But a knock at the door broke that train of thought.

“Birdy, is everything okay? You don’t usually make others feel angry or upset,” hearing your boyfriend on the other side of the door you stand up.

If you don’t let him in he’ll invite himself in.

“No.”

Mirio didn’t need much past you weren’t feeling well. “Do you want a hug, or do you want me to help you forget whatever it is?”

“A hug.”

He was big so that meant his hugs were extra comforting. You had to keep yourself from crying too loudly as you held onto him. Trails of incoherent babbling string from your mouth but he could pick up on one. “Do you even love me?”

He frowned at this. “Birdy, first I want you to look at me.”

“Hmm?”

“Do not ever doubt my love for you. If I don’t love you then I’d let you know and do my best to make the break up easy. But I can say without a doubt that I love you.”

This started you crying again. “But how could you love someone like me? related to a criminal. My quirk is…”

“Stop that. Now what did I just say?” Mirio asks.

“That you love me.”

“Good. Let’s go, when was the last time you ate?” He grabs your hand pulling you back into the hall.

Amajiki

Amajiki was always nervous about how you ended up with him. So when you weren’t feeling your best it was a little more obvious to him.

“Y/n.”

You were used to the feeling of needles going into thread to pull it back up again.

“Y/n.”

So why didn’t it feel right?

“For fucks sake. Yagi y/n!”

Confused, you look down seeing that the thread has finished. “Oops.”

Your classmates sigh. “Get out. I don’t know what’s wrong with you today but go figure it out away from all the sharp things.”

You had to admit, your bleeding hand was a compelling argument. “Right.”

Why were you feeling like this? Maybe it was how quickly people turned on your dad, the world loved him and got upset with him when he couldn’t save them. As his child the same thing could happen to you, maybe you wouldn’t feel like this if your big brother wasn’t working to help outside.

Frowning you curl into your bed, hugging the stuffed animals you kept for comfort. “I shouldn’t bother him, he's probably training.”

Holding your phone in your hand you tried to tell yourself it’s a bad idea but the phone rang. Picking it up you answered reluctantly.

“Hey? What’s up?” Forcing your voice to be happy wasn’t working.

“What’s wrong, lovely?”

Pouting you bury your face in your stuffed animals. Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

“I can’t hear-

Lifting your face you finally say. “Do you love me? Would you love me if I couldn’t use my quirk anymore? Would you leave without telling me anything? Wo-

“Lovely.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“Whatever you’re feeling I feel that all the time. What if you don’t love me, what if your feelings change. But you’re always right there telling me how much you love me.” Amajiki took a moment to breathe. “I love you and if you need anything let me know.”

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You might like "I love someone else" if you liked this or you can find more things on my Masterlist

[darkloversxcb]

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊: 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘

✧.* 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗

“Everyone is getting ready,” his brother informs him while Chris stares at his reflection in the mirror, “we should head back.” Sighing, the man runs his fingers through his hair and nods. He couldn’t care less about this party his adopted father is throwing but he has to be there. Everyone is going to be there, family, friends, foes, if there was ever a time to learn about what the fuck is going on — it’s now. If he has to be stuck there in a suit with people who view him as an outcast, the least he can get is information.

✧.* 𝕾𝖊𝖚𝖑𝖌𝖎

“Look at all the dogs!!” Seulgi practically rushes towards them, cuddling all the fluffy pups and laughing as she gets wet kisses from the ones who haven’t been trained yet. “You know, this almost makes up for the fact that you basically abandoned me, brother~.” The woman looks at Sloth. Happy to be reunited with a sibling before this human holiday. Anyone who looks over at the pair wouldn’t know that they are siblings since they look nothing alike but from the bickering that soon starts, it’s clear that they are family. Family with a long history behind them.

✧.* 𝕾𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖔𝖓

It’s cold. Quiet. Exactly how Soyeon says she likes it. She put some fairy lights on a tree, the only festive thing she’s done to the place but she makes no attempt to do anything else. That’s what happens when you’ve been alone for so long. You forget what it means to celebrate holidays. “I miss you…” she says softly as she overlooks the lake, hugging the blanket close to her. “I miss you all so much…”

✧.* 𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓

“What are we going to do, sir?” The driver look at the King who stands outside the house, staring at the woman he thought could be his Queen and watching the way she sets up her tree. The holiday makes no sense to him since they don’t have it where he’s from but it seems to make her happy. Smile. Wow, she’s beautiful. “What are we going to do?” Jongin repeats, turning to look at his driver with a smile on his face. “We are going to get to work.” He needs to know, is his Christmas wish coming true or is he chasing another fantasy?

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please read the tags and warnings before reading.

BNHA

you could have knocked me out with a feather by sahwen

"Your X-rays don’t indicate any fissures or other breaking in the skull,” his handler said as she looked over his file. She always spoke like that, as did his other handlers; the skull. Not his. Because it wasn’t his, when you got right down to it. He was a public figure. He was property. He was real estate.

And he knew what she meant when she said your x-rays don’t indicate any fissures. It meant, you’ve wasted our time. It made him sweat.

Or: Hawks gets bonked. The HPSC is not a hospital.

Stranger Things

Adopt a Jock by @sp0o0kylights

Hellfire adopts Steve during his final year of high school. Pre-Steddie. (Ongoing tumblr fic)

DC (Batfamily)

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

"For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.”

“Then you talk!”

“There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.”

“Then what will slow it down?”

After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time.

“Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.”

“The hell do you care anyway?”

“Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!”

“You fucking should."

Marvel

status quo by jilliancares

"So, you’re investigating this not-so-bad-bad-guy, and you’re coming out of his apartment at—" Wade tilts his head to the side, just enough to check his watch “—almost exactly the time you usually start your patrol.”

Peter chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yep,” he decides on.

“And — just to be clear — I definitely shouldn’t unalive this guy instead of the douchebag across the street.”

“Definitely not,” Peter agrees. “No one would like that.”

Wade bangs his head against the fire escape again. “Okay, Webs. This one’s just to gauge if you’re smarter than a fifth grader: how much of that do you think I actually believe?"

Or: Somehow, the components of Peter’s secret identity keep crumbling all around him.

Also: He’s running out of excuses not to tell Wade that he’s in love with him.

9-1-1

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Princessfbi

"Bill, can you tell me your location? I want to send some people to make sure you’re okay. You don’t sound okay.”

“I’m not. But he’s worse off than I am. Shouldn’t you want to help him instead? Wouldn’t you want to know where he is?”

“Who is he?”

“That firefighter I buried underground.”

The long awaited buried alive fic

ATLA

All the Little Things by CSHfic, VSfic

Sokka receives an offer of an arranged marriage from the Northern Water Tribe. On the one hand, accepting would strengthen ties between their tribes. On the other hand, Chief Arnook has suggested Hahn as a potential match, and Hahn sucks. But with the future of the Southern Water Tribe Reconstruction project relying heavily on the good will of the North, Sokka doesn’t know how to say no.

(Katara doesn’t have to deal with this. Katara is dating the Avatar.)

Zuko has a solution. Sokka just wishes he’d realized he was in love with the Fire Lord before he agreed to pretend to date him.

Classroom Lessons by Thisisentertaining

Sokka never would have thought he'd be pretending to be a Fire Nation Colonial Citizen, going to a parent conference about his fake!son who was an airbender, but here he was.

At least life wasn't boring.

Sokka turned on Aang, fake mustache and beard bristling. "Young man, as soon as we get home, you're gonna get the punishment of a lifetime."

The headmaster smirked, smugly, evil-y, Fire Nation-y. "That's what I like to hear. Really Zuko him."

the snakes, and the people that they bite by Serie11

Rai is just a normal guy, really. One of the many guards that patrol the Fire Lord's palace.

Why did it have to be him who got caught up in this assassination attempt?

Finishing Each Other's Sentences by mindbending

fire lilies are red your melancholy mood’s blue still I prefer you 

After the war, Sokka starts writing poetry.

She broke your throne by Serie11

Zuko is kidnapped from his afternoon of paperwork by a well intentioned friend. There just so happens to be a festival on in town for them to attend instead of working...

[mlmxreader]

The Other Changretta | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ "You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Alfie knows its wrong, but he can't help but to find himself drawn to Luca Changretta's brother.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, flirting

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As the adopted brother of Luca Changretta, him and Angel made sure that you grew up learning the same things about the family business that they did; you and Luca were closer, mostly because he wanted you to take over after him, partially because you were good at charming people as well.

You could hold negotiations and always walk away with more than what you were meant to; it came naturally to you, and Luca noticed from a young age that you had a lot of potential.

But years later, that potential came in handy.

Camden wasn't as bad as he had made it sound, and when you sat down in the office, you couldn't help but to smile at the man across from you; heavily tattooed, he had a sadness to his eyes that you had only seen on the frontlines during the war, and you knew it well.

He tried to hide it with his beard and his hat tilted slightly forward to keep the light from his eyes, but you still managed to find it easily. You leaned back, clearing your throat as you sighed and dared to pull the folder from your pocket, tossing it onto his desk.

"My brother sends his regards," you started, "and hopes that you'll accept his apologies for not being here. He had to tend to our father."

He nodded slowly, looking you up and down and humming softly. "So he sent you?"

"I can assure you, Mister Solomons," you started, "my brother wouldn't have sent me if he didn't trust me."

"Ain't that," Solomons mused. "You ain't arrogant like he is. My boys told me you went 'round fuckin' shakin' their hands."

"You give as much respect to the King as you do his men," you told him with a curt nod. "Learned that in the war... why have enemies, when you can have friends, right?"

He smiled, raising his brows as he leaned back. "The war?"

"Yessir," you nodded curtly. "I fought in Doiran, and the Eastern Front."

"East?" Solomons scoffed. "With or against the ruskies?"

"Neither," you told him. "Heard what happened to them in Osowiec, but... that was the closest to them I ever got."

Solomons noddedly slowly, and you could tell that he was warming up slightly; a fellow war veteran, it was easier for him to understand. "And now you're here. Big ray of fuckin' sunshine."

"And now I'm here," you sighed. "You served, didn't you?"

"Western Front," he confirmed. "Somme."

"Right," you said softly. "Awful business, that was... look, Mister Solomons, I'll be honest - Luca doesn't think this is worth the time. He thinks you're full of shit and that you'll stab us in the back the second you get the chance."

"He's right."

"He is," you nodded. "But Luca's a sly fox. You let him into the hen house, and you're not gonna get any eggs, if you catch my drift? I get it, y'know, you're protecting your people - I admire it. My brother doesn't get it."

"Did he serve?"

"No, Sir," you shook your head. "He doesn't get it. He never will. You get into bed with him, you're fucked."

"So what?" Solomons asked with a quirked brow. "I get into bed with you?"

"I wouldn't say no," you hummed. "You're certainly handsome enough."

He licked his lips as he grinned. At least you were honest and you got to the point, too many people tried to beat around the bush and flatter him - but you went straight for his throat, and you weren't going to let go any time soon. He nodded slowly, gesturing for you to get closer.

"Alright, Mister Changretta," he agreed. "I'll get into bed with you."

You smiled, raising your brows. "Tell me where to begin."

"You can start by trying to get closer to me - I don't bite," Solomons smiled. "You can bite as much as you like, though."

"I'd leave my mark on you," you whispered, moving your chair around so that you were sat right next to him, his knee pressed against yours.

"I wouldn't complain," Solomons murmured. "You ain't at all like the other cunts who walk in here, y'know."

"I'm not like anyone you've ever met," you whispered. "I can promise you that, Mister Solomons."

Pulling you onto his lap, he hummed as he let you settle your weight against him. "It's Alfie. No need for fuckin' formalities now."

"Alfie," you whispered, running your hands up and down his chest. "Alfred?"

"Only my mum calls me that," he chuckled. "Tell me - how long you in Camden for?"

You sighed as you tried to think. "I gotta be back to my brothers on the sixth."

"Two weeks," Alfie murmured. "I'm sure we can get to know each other more than well enough to decide on a deal to keep your fuckin' brother's mouth shut - can't we?"

"Absolutelty," you agreed. "Two weeks, we'll have plenty of time to negotiate."

Alfie couldn't place his finger on it, in all honesty; maybe it was the way you actually understood what had happened during the war, maybe it was just your looks and your honesty.

But he hated the thought of sending you away once the meeting had concluded; he wanted to know you better, he wanted to know more about the real you - not the business side. He licked his lips, chewing at the inside of his lip. He knew someone like you during the war, confident and suave, smart and quick... maybe that's what it was.

"Alright," Alfie started, "on your way out, go an' see Ollie. He's gonna give you my home address. Be there by eight tonight, yeah?"

"A social call?" You grinned. "Already?"

"Yeah, well, call it fuckin' soldier's intuition, but I have a feelin' you're a lot more than just a fuckin' Changretta," he told you. "My mum says to trust my gut, so... eight sharp, yeah?"

You nodded. "Eight o'clock sharp. I'll be there."

"Atta boy." He praised, having no clue of the fluttering feeling those two words invoked in your stomach.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics where Louis, Harry, or both of them have pets. This is a great group of fics, so please be sure to check them all out and show the authors some love! If you enjoy our rec lists, please also like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Maple | Mature | 5,255 words

Prompt 30: Louis is crazy about animals, so Harry is determined to get him all the pets he wants even if they are unconventional, like a baby goat. Louis is over the moon when they get to adopt a goat family, but there’s one little problem, and that is the goat not liking Harry…or even letting him get close to Louis. At first it’s all endearing fun and games, but when it starts affecting their sex life and Harry’s dick feeling neglected, he’s determined to try win over the goat so he let him be with Louis. It’s easier said than done - who knew goats could screech that loudly? (Tip: google goat screaming to get an idea how loud.) ***Change to a cow, I hope that is okay.

2) At The End Of My Rope | Mature | 5,608 words

"Baby?" Harry mumbles, voice laced with sleep and a shiver goes through Louis at hearing the term. He hasn't called him that in so long, in that voice and, clearly, even Louis' body fucking misses it. "Did you cheat on me?" Louis finds himself asking. If he's being honest it's more so he can see Harry's reaction, than a genuine question, but what has he got to lose? Sure enough, Harry's face changes from sleepy to the most incredulous look Louis' ever seen on him. He actually looks terrified, all wide eyes, mouth gaping like he can't believe Louis would even assume that and Louis would laugh at it, but he's so done with the way Harry's been acting, he just wants to know what the hell's going on.

3) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words

Where Louis' cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Glistening Under The Sun (You’re My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

6) Candle Wax & Polaroids On The Hardwood Floor | Explicit | 13,082 words

Prompt 463: Clumsy modern witch Louis AU where he accidentally gives his roommate Harry a love potion and he has a crisis because he thinks he will get in trouble with the law for technically poisoning someone and Harry’s heart eyes aren’t helping.

7) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13,137 words

"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat. Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."

8) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20,120 words

Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

9) I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20,681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

10) Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent | Mature | 24,558 words

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

11) Weightless | Explicit | 25,332 words

Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

12) A Common Place Affliction | Explicit | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You're Mine | Explicit | 36,992 words

The one where Harry's a bit strange and Louis doesn't give up easily. Of course, they fall in love.

14) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

15) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

16) Breakable Heaven | Mature | 44,594 words

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath. “I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.” “You must not have met many creatures then.” Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

17) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

They don’t talk about it. The way Harry deflects any and all questions about his past and Louis pretends he isn’t confused or hurt by it. The way Harry keeps a distance between them and Louis acts like he can’t see it creating a wall between them. The way Harry doesn’t always answer honestly and Louis goes along with it as if he can’t tell. They don’t talk about it. Harry knows Louis feels like he doesn’t know him well enough, and it pains him. It pains him every time Louis gets that look on his face that’s a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and confusion. And sometimes, self-blame. It pains him because Louis is wrong. Because even though there is a lot Louis doesn’t know about him, there is so much that he does. He knows what Harry is like at his most vulnerable: curled up on this bed with him in the dark where it’s safest. He knows Harry in a way no one else does.

18) So Much We Didn’t Say | Mature | 53,584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

19) Secret's Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,208 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

20) Tug-Of-War | Explicit | 63,000 words

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

21) Sweet Creature | Explicit | 78,282 words

Prompt: "You're having a nightmare and I feel bad because you're trembling and crying so I crawl into bed with you and hold you so you feel safe, but in the morning you wake up with my arms around you and you're really confused and embarrassed."

22) Elysian | Mature | 81,886 words

Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

23) Beautiful War | Mature | 103,379 words

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope. That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death. Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved. Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Explicit | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

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[inevitablemoment]

My Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Experience

First, I just want to say.... HOLY CRAP, I had so much fun! I have waited for this movie for so long, and while there are a few things that I were waiting for that didn't happen, it still lived up to the hype.

Spoilers under the cut.

So, my parents and I saw this in an MXC theater at our local Marquee. The seats were recliners that went back and forth with a button, and I loved that. But the sound system was... very loud. Let's just say, it's like if an audio version of 3D and THX had a baby. It was cool, but I didn't like that. And there were a lot more room in the aisles than their standard theaters.

The previews were surprisingly short, which was a relief. I have been waiting for this movie for MONTHS!

So, first, THAT CHASE SCENE AT THE BEGINNING!

It's no secret how much I love Callie, and seeing her as a Ghostbuster makes me so happy.

When Phoebe called her mother "Callie," my heart dropped a little and I just knew that we were in for a rocky ride.

Hearing that familiar staccato motif just put a smile on my face... which then turned into tears when Egon was mentioned.

But knowing that the music video for the title song is in-canon as well is fucking hilarious.

Ah, Dickless. I did NOT miss you.

Also, how did Peck get elected mayor? He is probably the most unlikable character in the Ghostbusters universe. But then again, a certain someone involved in many legal battles was elected President, so why should I question it?

I LOVE the domesticity of the firehouse scene; dinner, movie night, laundry, all the background.

Also, there's something hot about Callie wearing her flightsuit as pants with the top half tied up.

"GHOST DOG!"

"We both got some action." "Yeah, we did." Okay, already, this film has solidified my love for Callie and Gary as a couple. I am soft for them.

Gary trying to be tough and then apologizing instantly.

Callie Spengler laughs and it cleared my acne.

I know that they're trying to stop the containment unit from blowing, but PHYSICAL CONTACT!

Also, Callie is surprisingly BUFF. Can she hold me, please?

RAY STANTZ, MY SWEET BOY!

He's all but adopted Podcast, he just needs the paperwork.

"The hammer gets the views."

Honestly, I think the Stay-Puft company should just go defunct, with all of the paranormal shit.

JANINE, MY GIRL! SHE'S BACK!

Callie lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone while sipping a drink is a whole ass mood.

Poor Trevor... but goddamn, it's still as funny now as it was forty years ago.

That longing look on Ray's face as the Ecto passed by the shop...

I did not have "Phoebe Spengler likes girls" on my bingo card for this movie, but... I love it.

Part 2 will be coming soon. I just don't think that I can fit in everything that I loved about this movie into one post.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 40

i'm trying not to take ages between chapters anymore! still haven't seen the movie due to life circumstances but i'm really hopin to see it soon... anyway. here!

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

Bowser’s mind was still reeling even as he held you against him and let his chin rest on your shoulder. He almost wasn’t sure what to do with all of the trust you were giving him. Ordinarily, the first thing he would do would be to accidentally self sabotage, but those days were supposed to be over. He had to actively, consciously try to show you he wanted to keep you around. He loved you, damn it, and he knew if he lost you, he’d probably snap.

Surely he could keep himself together? Surely if he did slip up, you wouldn’t immediately break things off and go running back to the safety of Peach’s castle?

Fuck, these thoughts were unwanted right now.

“So,” he rumbled, shifting his head so that his lips were against your soft skin, “how are you likin’ the race so far?” Dumb. Dumb question. Stupid, horrible question.

“Honestly, it’s a lot more exciting than I imagined! I thought it would just be like regular racing, no items or anything,” you giggled softly. “It does make me a little anxious, but I’m trying to remember the kids aren’t getting hurt.”

Bowser’s eyes closed for a moment as he let that statement sink in; hardly a week in, and you were so loving and accepting to him and his kids. No wonder his doting adoptive father was already asking for another grandkid. But that was definitely going too quickly, even if the physical attraction ended up winning out just earlier.

He placed a few gentle kisses against your neck, another rumble slipping out. You tilted your head to the side slightly, allowing him more room - and he absolutely took the advantage to place more kisses.

The shiver that shook your shoulders had him nipping the shell of your ear.

“Bowser, please,” you breathed, goosebumps rising over your skin. “We’re supposed to be watching your kids…”

Bowser chuffed against you as his eye flicked to the screen. By now, Junior and Morton had pulled a fair way ahead of Ludwig, with Junior still in the lead. He wasn’t surprised to see his youngest using the favorite method of serpentining in front of Morton to keep him from being able to pull ahead. He could see from the camera angles that the straggling Ludwig had a wicked smile on his face - the kind of smile that suggested he was about to unleash the best item they had.

No doubt you’d be highly alarmed, so in preparation, the king tightened his hold on you. No sooner had he done that than Ludwig released the blue shell.

You immediately tensed up as the homing missile shot toward the two younger koopas. Although he did feel slightly guilty about it, he didn’t remind you that they’d be okay; he rather liked watching you squirm in concern for his kids’ safety.

He wasn’t so cruel as to ignore you when the inevitable happened, though.

The blue shell struck Junior (and Morton by proxy), exploding with a powerful force. You cried out in surprise at the violent nature of it, struggling a little in his lap to try and get up, but he held you fast to his chest.

“Easy, baby, easy,” he rumbled, “look, they okay. See? Just a setback. Kids are fine.”

Sure enough, like Ludwig had been flipped by the shell earlier, the apparent explosion and all that smoke cleared to reveal Junior and Morton looking just fine, if a little discombobulated. Ludwig had pulled ahead, of course, since he’d been far enough away not to get caught in the explosion, and the two younger boys slowly got back into it as their visions cleared.

“Fuck,” you breathed in relief, physically relaxing against him as he was proven right. The kids were perfectly fine. After a moment of watching the two younger boys struggle to catch up again, you shifted to shoot him a little glare. “You couldn’t have warned me?” Well, he couldn’t just up and admit he wanted to see that endearing concern over his kids, now could he? But he also didn’t want to make a habit of lying to her like he was about to.

“I guess I’m so used to it I didn’t think about it… sorry, sweetheart. Anythin’ that happens on these tracks may look scary, but it’s not actually dangerous. If it was I wouldn’t be lettin’ my kids race.” Bowser placed a few featherlight kisses to your face in apology.

You eyed him a little suspiciously, but sighed, gently stroking his muzzle. “Alright… alright. Is that the worst of it? Anything else I should be warned about?” you mumbled.

He couldn’t help a little grin as he shrugged at your question.

“Technically? Yeah. That’s the most powerful item there is in a race, so anythin’ else you see ain’t gonna be nearly as bad,” he did his best to soothe. When you didn’t seem entirely convinced, he rumbled deeply, hugging you close.

You sighed heavily but ultimately let your shoulders slump. “If I didn’t know better, I’d suggest you purposefully let me get a little riled up, since you know I haven’t witnessed a race before,” you murmured.

Bowser grinned a little; you were pretty sharp.

“Now, why I’d go and do that, sweetheart?” He did his best to sound as innocent as he could, but neither he, nor you, ultimately bought it, based on your little smirk.

“Because you’re kind of a dick.”

His jaw fell open in shock. It was true, yes, but this was the first time anyone had come and outright said it to his face like that… and it was you, of all people, the sweet little maid who was routinely proving to be much bolder than anyone could’ve guessed. He should’ve been irritated, mad, something, but he wasn’t.

That insult paired with that cheeky grin you were now giving him was making his heart race.

He was a king, he was a giant koopa, he could breathe fire and annihilate you, and yet you continued to show him how you were being honest about being comfortable with you. You were a fucking handmaid, treating a king like he was your equal… and his heart was growing impossibly fonder for it.

“You okay, big guy?” Your voice forced him to blink a few times and tune back into the moment.

His mouth flapped uselessly for a moment before he dumbly asked, “Did you just insult me?”

You giggled softly, a sweet sound despite those undertones of anxiety he could detect, and tucked your head against him as you settled to watch the end of the second lap. So far, it was still a close race; items would probably make all the difference.

“I sure did,” you sighed, your smile evident in your voice. You even gently patted his tummy. “Out of affection… obviously it didn’t upset you too much, though. ….Right?”

That last word was spoken so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, but it shot a painful arrow straight through his heart as he suddenly remembered all the trauma you’d suffered before finding him. You were comfortable, yeah, but it didn’t mean it was without that hidden baggage, and he’d have to remember that.

“Right. Right, baby girl, I ain’t upset.” He took hold of your hand and kissed your knuckles gently.

You nodded, rubbing his tummy gently; that anxiety scent faded quickly. “Okay, good. If I thought it would really offend you, I wouldn’t have said it…”

He smirked. “Actually, I got caught up thinkin’ how attractive it was. Don’t think I ever had someone insult me to my face before, not since I became a king…” You gasped, and pulled your hand back to inevitably hide your face even though he couldn’t even see it. He laughed, gently rubbing his chin on the top of your head to help ease your embarrassment. “Easy, sweetheart. I love that you forgot. Now, we got a final lap to watch, huh?”

Morton was now currently in the lead, but Ludwig and Junior were just barely behind him as the third lap got started.

Bowser grinned as he felt you nod after a moment, but you didn’t say anything else, and he didn’t push it.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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THIRTEEN.

The first thing that wakes you up is a slew of body aches. 

And these aren’t the kind of body aches one gets from sitting too long or going too hard with the cardio the day before. These are excruciating aches that make you moan in pain, feeling like someone is running you over again and again with a monster truck. ‘What the hell?’ you think as sleep begins to clear. 

When your eyes slowly open, you squint at the blinding sunlight peeking through the curtains, shining right in your face. Instinctively, you raise your hand to block the blinding sun rays. And then you stop. 

For a moment, you stare at your hand for a moment, carefully examining your fingers, painted nails, knuckles, and the fine skin covering them. No paw pads. No claws. No black fur. ‘No,’ you think as your heart plummets. ‘There’s no way…’ 

When you go to raise your head and stretch your legs out, you are shocked and absolutely horrified to find that your legs aren’t those of a furry feline, but those of a human. To make matters even worse and more of a horror movie for you, you also find yourself trapped underneath the big, buff, fine-haired arm of your co-worker. ‘Oh, shit!’ you think in panic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ 

Aizawa is knocked out and twisted around to face you, his handsome face serene and positively peaceful in his slumber. On the other side lies little Eri in her ice cream cone-printed PJs, her back to you. Aizawa’s shoulder-length hair cascades across the couch cushion in waves of beautiful, black locks, making him look almost like another version of Sleeping Beauty to you. As if it is your duty to kiss him awake. 

You don’t have enough time to admire his beauty due to the severity of the situation. You’re in your human form. In your coworker and crush’s dorm. How or why you transformed out of your cat form without you feeling any of it through the night, you have no idea. But all you know is that you need to get the fuck out of here. 

Suddenly, Aizawa lets out a tiny moan from beside you. Holding your breath as panic sparks inside of you, you look over at his face and check for any signs of him waking up. You still for a moment, waiting for his eyes to flutter open or for him to begin stirring. Nothing happens. As quickly and as quietly as you possibly can, you hold your breath and slowly, ever so slowly, slip out from underneath his arm. He doesn’t make a sound. 

Once you’re out by the grace of God without waking him, you quickly scramble behind the couch. You press yourself against the couch, doing your best to calm your rapid breathing. You have to leave. You have to get out of here. You close your eyes and attempt to activate your quirk, envisioning yourself in your cat form in an effort to jump-start your transformation.

‘C’mon, c’mon!’ you think, digging your nails into the floor. Nothing happens. Your human form stays, your body aching and exhausted. 

Your heart hammers against your chest and confusion fog your mind, a fresh anxiety attack taking full effect. How did this happen? How did you not feel anything in the night that signaled your transformation? Usually, you feel those body tingles that cause you to leave during the night, but none of that happened. You slept soundly, and that concerns you greatly. 

Maybe you were so deep in your sleep that your form just couldn’t hold on anymore and you slipped out of it without your mind processing it during your slumber. You had exhausted your quirk.

‘Dammit!’ you think, angered at yourself. You thought you were getting better with this. You thought you had mastered your quirk. Perhaps you have, but something about being in Aizawa’s dorm weakened you. Not to mention sleeping next to him–feeling his warm skin against your fur; his hard body shielding your smaller one; his fingers stroking your back and ears as his scent curls around your senses. He relaxes you. He strips you of your defenses. 

The sound of a soft groan suddenly silences your thoughts. Your ears perk up high on your head and point behind you in the direction of the sound. It is masculine, deep, and no doubt Aizawa’s. When the sounds of the couch springs fill the air as the sleeping giant rises from his slumber, panic blooms inside of you. You’re doomed. He’s going to find you and then he’ll never talk to you again. 

Aizawa lets out a yawn before the sound of his phone ringing permeates the air, the ring set to the theme of “Renai Circulation”. If you weren’t about to shit yourself from getting caught, you’d laugh. Another soft, sleepy moan fills the air, this one coming from Eri. 

“Sorry, puddin’,” Aizawa coos from above you. “C’mon, you’ve got an hour left.” You’re not sure what time it is, but if this is around the time Aizawa starts getting ready for work then you need to move fast. 

You hear the couch springs bounce again as Aizawa picks Eri up, shushing her sleepy groans of protest. The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor make your heart beat faster, anticipating him hearing it and looking behind the couch to see you. Luckily, that doesn’t happen. His footsteps momentarily disappear into Eri’s bedroom. Still crouched behind the couch, your hamstrings begin to burn from being stuck in one place, but you don’t dare move. Not until you’re sure you’re in the clear. 

Your gut proves you right when Aizawa’s phone begins to ring again and he reemerges from Eri’s bedroom to grab his phone. The sheer sound of the beloved anime song ends when he answers the call. “Aizawa,” he gruffly says, sounding like he has no time for the BS. “Yeah,” he tells whoever it is on the phone. “I’m ‘bout to get dressed. I’ve got class in an hour. Hold up a second.” 

He stands near the couch for a while, not talking anymore. You can only wonder what he’s doing as you crouch behind the couch, hamstrings begging for release and your blood pumping in your ears. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to silence your breathing. All the times your quirk could’ve fucked you over, it chooses right now? 

“Disarmed,” the robotic voice of a woman says overhead, signaling the disarming of Aizawa’s security alarm. “Yeah, I’m back,” he says into the phone. “Just turnin’ off the alarm.” You could’ve laughed with joy. You hear the footsteps thud across the floorboards as he walks over to the right side of the room, disappearing into his bedroom. His bedroom door creaks shut, muffling his voice. 

Slowly, you peek from behind the couch, finding the door completely closed. Quickly, you pop up from behind the couch and race to the window. You push it open, letting the sunlight and early morning spring breeze hit you in the face. Below is only a dumpster and before it lies the cut, green lawn of the UA campus.

“Fuck it,” you growl determinedly. Taking hold of the window, you climb up onto the ledge and crouch there for a moment, listening for the sound of a door opening or footsteps. There is nothing. 

Without another moment of hesitation, you leap from the window and drop right into the dumpster below. 

Thank God you took off for today. 

You’re especially thankful for your smarts when a horrid smell permeates from the trashbags that break your fall. You retch at the aroma of rotten food and whatever the hell else fills your sensitive nose, covering your mouth to avoid vomiting. You don’t have enough time to recover though when you hear Aizawa approach the window. “Da hell?” you hear him mutter questionably to himself. 

Quickly, you jump out of the dumpster and crouch beside it. You peek up at him, finding his head poking out of the window. His tired eyes search the perimeter of the dumpster, brushing right passed you crouched in the darkness. “Daddy?” a tiny voice mews from the dorm. He looks behind him before disappearing back into his dorm. “Go back to bed, puddin’,” he tells Eri, his tone soft and loving. “It’s just the trash men.” 

As soon as the window shuts, you sigh in relief, releasing the breath you were holding. You rise to your feet, groaning softly at the pain in your legs. You give yourself some time to recover from your humiliating fall before slowly making your way around the building to your dorm, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and feeling paranoid that someone may see you. However, no one does. 

You instead opt to use the front doors to the building instead of climbing the tree to your window, using your school ID number to punch into the passcode to open the doors. The lobby is empty and the security guard at the front desk is asleep, his snores permeating the air. You zoom past him, heading for the elevators, and get one with no problem. 

When you’re finally on your floor, you make a beeline for your door, take the key from under your welcome mat, and unlock it to your empty and welcoming dorm room. As soon as you’re inside, you slowly walk to your bathroom. You need to get the stench of garbage and shame off of you.

After taking a much-needed hot shower with as much soap as you can squirt into your hand to scrub off the germs and dirt you believe are soaked into your skin and hair from the dumpster, thanking God that once again that you decided to take off today, you wrap yourself in your fluffy robe and take a seat on your toilet where you begin to decompress. 

And regret your life’s choices leading up to this moment. You deeply exhale, releasing all of the tension that was held in your body during your escape from Aizawa’s dorm. The realization that things could’ve gotten way differently for you hits you and you feel more and more like shit.

‘Karma’s a bitch,’ your intrusive thoughts hiss at you. ‘You’ve become selfish and now look at you; wallowing in dumpster n’ shit.’

Your head hangs heavy as a headache blooms in your skull from the stress. It’s not even the dumpster part that has you–it’s the fact that you were stuck in Aizawa’s dorm, cut off from any possible escape. If things were different and he had caught you, he probably would’ve never spoken to you again. The idea of it makes a lump form in your throat and your bottom lip wobble. All of this just to get closer to him? How did you ever get so low? 

Your self-loathing is interrupted when there is a sudden knock on your door. “Darling!” Nemuri calls through the door. You sigh, running your hands down your face. You really didn’t want any visitors today. Despite yourself, you drag yourself out of the bathroom to answer the door. When you do, Nemuri stands there wearing a purple sundress and a denim jacket paired with some flats, looking like an absolute babe. 

“Hey, you,” she greets. “Damn, you look like you’ve been through hell last night.” She smirks at you suggestively. “Shouta have you up late?” 

Obviously, she isn’t reading the irked expression on your face or the tight line of your lips. “More like this morning,” you grumble. “And no, it has nothing to do with Shouta. What are you doing here anyhow?” 

Nemuri’s smile fades, replaced with a confused scowl. “We planned for breakfast this morning, remember? It was your day off, so you said you had time for a date. Plus, you told me you’d tell me all about your and Shouta’s date last night.” 

Realization floods inside of you, taking you back to your agreement yesterday during your lunch break. “Oh, shit!” you gasp, slapping a hand on your forehead. “I’m so sorry, ‘Muri. I totally forgot. I’ve been out all night and things got so crazy this morning.” 

Nemuri peers at you, a wrinkle between her brown. “I can see it under those eyes,” she says with a frown. “Sounds to me like the date didn’t go well. Should I go and give that man a piece of my mind?” At the mention of Aizawa, you wince. You really don’t want to talk about this, but you also know Nemuri won’t let it go. 

“No, you shouldn’t,” you defeatedly sigh, “because the date never happened.” As expected, Nemuri’s eyes widen in shock. “What?!” she exclaims as she pushes you into your room and slams the door behind her. “What happened?” she demands. At your ashamed expression, her eyes turn serious. “Y/N, please don’t tell me you were out as Night Claw last night,” she groans. “You stood Shouta up just to kick some ass?” 

“No!” you scoff, irked at the accusation. “I’d never do that because I’m not a bitch! I made sure I sent him a voicemail before I went out last night. There was a bank robbery, Nemuri. I had to go.” 

“No, you didn’t!” she argues, sounding extremely angered at your decision. You don’t even want to imagine how she’d react if she knew where you really were after coming back to the dorms, looking so tired and down in the dumps this morning. “There are plenty of highly equipped pros in this city that are more suitable and prepared for those types of crimes. Leave it to them, Y/N. That isn’t up to you.” 

Though she is right, your pride gets the best of you. You can feel a hiss coming on. “So you’re sayin’ I’m neither equipped, suitable, nor prepared for street crimes because I’m not a “real” hero?” you snap. “Just because I didn’t graduate from UA and don’t have a license doesn’t mean I’m any less of a good crime fighter, Nemuri.” 

Nemuri’s eyes widen at your words, the sting of hurt beneath them. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she softly sighs. “I’m sorry. I just meant that your job starts with the kids at UA. Not to fight on the streets every night when you don’t have to. Just look at you!” 

Her hands move to motion over your body, your robe covering the rest of your bruises. You hug yourself tightly, trying to shield yourself from her caring, worried eyes. “I’m just scared you’re going to let your life pass you by and never take advantage of the opportunities in front of you because of your hobby, Y/N.” She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it. “You deserve a guy like Shouta. I just don’t want you to ruin this for either of you.” 

And finally, the lump in your throat becomes too much and you start to cry. As you do, Nemuri immediately comes to your aid and wraps her arms around you, holding you close. “Fuck!” you sob into her shoulder. “I really am ruining this for myself, aren’t I? I’m gonna fuck this up because of this stupid hero shit.” 

“It’s not stupid,” Nemuri protests sternly. “You are an amazing hero, Y/N; with or without a license. You don’t need a little piece of paper to prove that you’re worthy of fighting crime and helping others.” Though her words feel good to you, they do nothing to soothe the shitty feeling that is currently enveloping you. 

Nemuri pulls away to look at you, her gaze soft but serious. “But if you’re going to do that then Shouta should know the truth about why you didn’t come to your date last night. Or at least an apology. He’ll find out eventually, especially if you start dating him.” 

You sigh, wiping your tears away. “You’re right,” you agree defeatedly. “I need to apologize to him.” But after some food and much-needed alcohol to make you feel less like you just stepped knee-deep in shit. “I could really use a mimosa right now,” you groan in need. 

Nemuri quirks a smile. “Breakfast date?” She drops her arms from yours and you make your way to your bedroom to get dressed while she waits on your couch. 

*********** 

After gathering courage from the two mimosas you consumed at breakfast and a pep-talk in your bedroom room mirror, you finally text Aizawa. 

It is hours after you left Nemuri to venture back to your dorm where you now sit, typing out a message to Aizawa despite your trembling fingers: 

You: Hey…I’m so sorry about last night. Can we maybe meet for lunch? My treat, wherever u want 

*Read at 11:55 PM

Ten minutes later, he shoots you a text back, much to your surprise: 

Shouta: Sorry I was talking to a student. I’ve got lunch in an hour. Meet at the ramen place 

*Read at 12:05 PM

You: U got it! 

*Read at 12:07 PM 

You let out a sigh of relief as you fall back onto your bed, your phone held close to your chest. You can’t believe your luck! This means now you’ll most certainly have to woman the fuck up and face Aizawa head-on. Nemuri is right: he deserves this much. So after picking out a cute little sundress and applying some lip gloss to at least look decent, making sure you get the ramen place directions right, and ordering yourself a Lyft, you meet Aizawa an hour later for lunch. 

The restaurant is very homely and small, but obviously, the place is popular judging by the number of people filling the booths and tables. You stand at the doors to the establishment in your sundress and flats, clutching the strap to your crossbody purse. You begin to slip out your phone to text Aizawa that you’re here, but a whistle on your left stops you. 

You turn, finding Aizawa sitting at the booth closest to you near the window. Behind him are framed pictures, most of whom are pro heroes that visited the restaurant over the years. He is nursing a glass of iced water and a paper menu, his eyes set dead on you.

You suddenly feel hot despite the sundress you’re wearing. After taking a deep breath, you walk up to the table and try to appear confident, but when you speak, your voice betrays you. “Hi,” you weakly say before clearing your throat. “Thanks for meeting me on your lunch.” 

Aizawa hums in acknowledgment as you sit down across from him. He’s still in his jumpsuit and scarves from work today but still looks hot as fuck. You try to hide your flustered expression behind your menu, hoping glancing over at the choices of lunch specials will help you get your shit together. You don’t have to do it for long though because a tall man with salt and peppered hair and a fluffy beard comes up to your table. 

“Ah, welcome!” he says cheerfully as he pours you some iced water. “My name is Tarou. I’m the owner of this place. Shouta, who is this beautiful lady accompanying you on your lunch for the first time?”  Aizawa hides his reddened face inside of his scarves, making you soft giggle to yourself at his cuteness. “I’m a friend of Shouta’s, Y/N,” you say to Taroy, shaking his hand. “I work at UA with him.” 

“Then you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Tarou jokes with a throaty chuckle. “Nothing like some good ramen to take the load off. So what can I get you two lovebirds?” At Aizawa’s groan of embarrassment, he quickly corrects himself. “Oh, apologies! I mean friends.” He gives you a wink despite Aizawa looking like he wants to die. 

Aizawa orders “the usual” which is just regular miso ramen while you go for the mildly spicy miso ramen with extra egg (since you’re planning on paying). After fetching your other drinks (you opt for a passion fruit iced tea while Aizawa sticks with the water), Taoru goes to whip you up your lunch. 

For a few minutes that feel like a whole eternity, you and Aizawa sit in extremely uncomfortable and tense silence. You don’t look at each other, instead staring outside or at your hands. Anywhere but into each other’s eyes. You’re burning for him to say something first but you know you’ll have to be the one to break the ice first. After all, you called him here. 

So after a sip of water and gathering all of your self-confidence, you speak. “I’m so sorry about last night, Shouta,” you begin, earning his attention. His eyes meet yours, nearly rendering you speechless by their intensity, but you persevere. He deserves this.  “I know I’m jumping straight into it here,” you sigh, “but I can’t keep this guilt in. It’s eating me alive! I feel terrible about last night and believe me, I wanted to meet you, but…” 

You look down at your hands, folding them on the table to give them something to do. And to come up with a decent lie. Though your conscious is telling you differently, you know you can’t tell him why you didn’t come last night. He’d never speak to you again. Not to mention you’d probably lose your job. 

“I got caught up in a call with one of the UA students’ parents who were upset over her behavior and it didn’t end well,” you say after quickly deciding on a lie to consider to be believable. 

You go on to explain yourself further, but Aizawa puts up a hand to silence you. “You don’t have to go into details. I don’t even think you can do that as a counselor.” 

You quirk a small smile. “I can’t, but I at least wanted to give you context,” you sheepishly reply. “I was dressed and ready to meet you, but after the call lasted for more than ten minutes, I knew I couldn’t. I–” 

“Stop,” Aizawa firmly says. You button your lip, your ears flattening slightly at his strong tone. However, his eyes are soft and understanding–all of which you know you don’t deserve. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would’ve been even more upset if you didn’t try to call. Plus, you meeting me out here to talk to me about it helps too.” 

Your ears perk up at his words, your tail embarrassingly straight and high due to the utter joy you feel. “So…we’re friends again?” you breathlessly ask.

Aizawa gives you a crooked smile, reminding you of a younger version of himself. “Y/N, we were always friends,” he chuckles. “But this proves to me how good of a person you are. So yes, apology accepted.” 

You swear you could leap over the table and kiss him silly. How can a man be this compassionate and forgiving, especially to someone like you? Someone who keeps secrets and sneaks around? What did you to be blessed with him? 

Someone clearing your throat makes you both startle, seeing Tarou suddenly standing at the table with two steaming bowls of ramen. “Don’t mind me!” he chirps with a wide, knowing grin. “Just bringing you your meals!” 

“Thank you,” you giggle, your stomach grumbling at the scent of the broth. “You have such a cozy little restaurant, Mr. Tarou. So many pictures too.” Your eyes admire the walls behind Aizawa, examining each framed photo of pro heroes standing with the owner. You gasp when your eyes land on the familiar, muscular blonde standing with Tarou, both showing off their biceps. “You met All Might?!” you gasp in shock. 

“Please, just call me Tarou,” the owner chuckles, a prideful glint in his eyes. “And yes, I did. I named one of my dishes after him. But even that isn’t my prized possession on these walls.” He moves to the wall and takes one of the pictures down, showing it to you. “This right here is.” 

You look down at the photo dated, finding three young men sitting at a table with three bowls of ramen. You recognize one of them as Mic with a big grin on his face while a youthful, black-haired boy sits next to him, looking pissed that he’s in the photo. As soon as you recognize those familiar tired eyes, you coo in adoration. “Is that you?” you squeal endearingly at Aizawa. “Oh, my God, look at you! You’re a fetus!” 

Aizawa hides his face behind his hand, blushing with embarrassment. Tarou laughs heartedly, clapping a hand on the pro’s back. “That’s from his UA days. You wouldn’t believe how short he was back then.” 

“Tarou!” Aizawa growls, the flush overtaking his cheeks growing profusely. Tarou lets out another bark of laughter before escaping behind the front desk to avoid Aizawa strangling him. 

Your finger presses against Mic who still had that tall hair and glasses. “So that’s Mic…and this is…” Your finger trails over to where an unfamiliar boy sits across from Aizawa and Mic, laughing hard with his hand on his stomach. He is a handsome young man with tanned skin, a bandage on his nose, and stark white hair that reminds you of a cloud. You can feel his bright attitude even through the photo, picturing him as a lovely boy whoever it is. 

“Who’s this?” you ask curiously. When you turn to Aizawa, he is already staring at the photo and his expression is somewhat somber. “That’s Oboro,” he replies, his voice a tad softer. “He was a friend of mine in UA.” 

“Are you still friends now?” you ask, not picking up on his reaction at all. “Is he a pro hero?” Aziawa’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as swallows, still staring at the photo longingly. “No,” he faintly answers, albeit rather slowly, as if he’s afraid of saying anything at all. “He, um…he passed. A long time ago.” 

Your heart drops at his words. “Oh, Shouta,” you softly gasp, “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve never said anything.” Your ears droop, ashamed of yourself, but Aizawa shakes his head. “You didn’t know. Not many know except Mic.” 

He continues to stare in silence at the photo, his eyes trained on Oboro’s face. You can’t quite identify his blank expression, but you can tell by his reaction that Oboro meant a lot to him. You wonder briefly if Aizawa was different back when he was young. Was he just as vibrant and full of life as this Oboro was? Did Oboro’s death steal all of that away? 

In that moment, you don’t care whether or not your relationship with Aizawa reaches something romantic. Though you want something more, you’re also happy just being his friend. More than anything, you just want him happy and you want to be part of that happiness. Unable to leave him like this, you slide your hand across the table and cover his hand with yours.

He never moves it away, but he looks surprised by your action. “Thank you for telling me,” you softly say. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, okay?” You offer him a comforting smile. 

Aizawa smiles back, turning his hand upward so he can lace his fingers with yours. “Okay,” he replies. 

And so begins your friendship.