#my nerves are so bad my parents are not helping holy shit

[raeathnos]

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[aphroditness]

South park headcanons with naturally talented Y/n ! (Kyle x F!reader)

Going going down to south park, was probably the best idea you've ever made, and the most life-changing idea you've ever made.

Your parents were moving to south park so your dad could work for his new job. You just finished unpacking and you knew that you were starting south park elementary by tomorrow. You looked around your room feeling proud of yourself. You decorated it really nicely and had all your video games and instruments laid on the shelves and floors. You were known as the person who's good at everything. You've always gotten good grades, your super athletic, you play more than 5 instruments and your parents are always bragging about you.

But all you wanted was they're approval, that's why you started this whole "good at everything" phase in the first place. You went downstairs and put on your boots.

♡

"Momm! I'm going outside for a few hours so I can see what it's like okay? I'll be back before dinner!!"

After you heard your mom's approval for going outside, you opened the door and felt the cold breeze on your face. This was your new home.

You decided to go see your neighbours house, you wanted to get familiar with the people you would be going to school with to avoid any awkwardness. You knocked on the door, and a boy who was the same age as you opened it. He wore a green babushka(?) hat and it seemed like he had red curly hair underneath, judging by the strands poking out of his hat. You smiled and waved at him, he turned his head sideways and called out to his mom.

“MOMMM! We have a VISITOR!”

You were invited into the house by the boy’s mom, and you two sat down on the couch while Mrs. Broflovski went to get snacks for the two of you. You awkwardly made eye contact with the kid beside you until you decided to speak up.

[ “So uh, it seems like we’ll have to introduce ourselves. I’m Y/n, and I moved in next door. I’m yo ur new neighbour!” ] [ Oh, well. Welcome to South Park Y/n. My name’s Kyle. ]

You two talked to each other for some time while eating the snacks Kyle’s mom got for you two. And he offered to bring you upstairs to play video games together. Of course, you accepted. Why wouldn’t you want to play games with your new friend? Kyle DID have to warn you about South Park elementary though. And him hating Eric’s guts, he sternly told you to stay away from him, because he’s: “A fatass that’s always getting on everyone’s nerves”. You decided to take his advice whether he was being serious or not. He really seemed to hate this guy, a lot.

You two chatted and laughed together while discussing what you've experienced so far at south park. Kyle also offered to help you with assignments for school if you needed any help. You shrugged and said that you didnt need any help with your work ..

But you could help with HIS ?!

Oh no no no!

Kyle laughed a bit and brushed off what you said, he explained that he already got straight A's and asked you for your grades. You pulled up a crumbled up (graded) assignment from your jacket pocket and showed it to him.

"Ahaha! I dont need any help with my grades, but thanks anyway. You must be pretty good at homework if you- WHAT THE FUCK."

Y-you- got- better- grades- than- him-

[ "HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH DO YOU STUDY?!" ] [ "Uhh.. I dont ? ]

Kyle's self esteem was pretty much ruined because of you, and on top of that, you don't even study. How could you y/n?! You could pretty much see some tears forming in his eyes because he cared about his grades so much just to see that his hard work didn't matter as long as he saw how well you did. You quickly took action and uh.

You uh.

You kinda uhm. Hugged him.

WHAT WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO?! Poor boy was about to cry, and you didn't want him to feel bad. You reassured him that you just had good memory and that you weren't ever as smart as him. You actually are but just for Kyle's sake just lie about it okay?

All that talk about how smart he was and how well he was doing in school and shii really payed off. Because not only does he really like you as friend, and developed some small mixed feelings 4u: He stayed really cocky and might stay like that for the whole week.

You two stayed up for past your dinnertime, when you checked your phone. Your eyes widened as you frantically got your things and texted your mom. She said she knew where you were already since Kyle's mom already messaged her about it.

You sighed in relief after your mom said you could stay there. And you happily continued talking to Kyle. He pays attention to every little detail you say and he loves looking into your eyes during a conversation because he thinks your just so damn pretty.

UH SO YEAH UHM I RAN OUT OF IDEAS FOR THIS ONE BUT I STILL THINK ITS PRETTY GOOD TYTYTYTYTYSMSMSMSMSMSMILYSYSYSYSYSILYMSMSMSMSM </33333333

[gaoau]

Shiver – Snip-snip, Chop-chop, Stab-stab

A Mother's Instinct warnings — none. word count — 1.4k

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Out of the three reactions his body had, he had always feared the shivers the most. When Yaku felt the bristles on his neck, he at least knew he could try and physically stop [Name] from harming herself by using common sense and a bit of bribing. When his stomach stirred uncomfortably, Yaku could simply pick up his phone, give [Name] a call, and console her for whatever had happened—although he preferred the art of hugging for that. But when the shivers trailed down his spine and made goosebumps erupt on his skin, he didn't ever know what to expect from [Name]'s brain.

The first time was during their second year, shortly after Summer break had begun. She had hit his phone up a few minutes before the sun fully set and asked, "On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea is it to pierce my own tongue?" The blood drained from Yaku's face in a split second, and not a moment later he was barking at [Name] through his microphone, educating her about nerve damage and the risks of being an idiot. Needless to say, [Name] did not pierce her own tongue that evening.

What she did do, however, happened early during their third year. Kuroo had become captain, they had warmly welcomed new first-years into the team, and [Name] was feeling like trying something different. She had gone through multiple changes throughout her high-school years, so trying something different wasn't a surprise to anyone. More often than not she would show up to school with a different hair color, or horribly cut bangs, or that one time she shaved the ends of her eyebrows for some reason; all which Yaku had anticipated due to the shivers.

She had developed a skill for destroying her body in the most fashionable ways. The whole team—and maybe even the whole school—knew this one idiot had become incredibly efficient at coloring and chopping her own hair overtime. In fact, after being pestered by Yamamoto about standing out, Kenma had turned to her and reluctantly asked if she would be willing to dye his hair for him. [Name] was beyond elated to see her recklessness helping someone else.

But not all of her spontaneous ideas ended in compliments from her classmates and one-sided chats at Kenma's house as she burnt his scalp with bleach. The sheer terror contorting Yaku's face at the feeling of not only shivers, but also a sickening stirring in his stomach was impressive. [Name] had a tradition of attacking her hair around two in the morning, so considering the sun still shone on the sky, chances of her hair suffering were low—but never zero—not to mention, she was crying.

"[Name], what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" Yaku swiped his fingers across the screen of his phone to send her a couple messages demanding answers. When he received no replies and the messages were left unread for more than a few minutes, Yaku decided to take it upon himself to check on his favorite dumbass.

[Name]'s mother greeted him with an affectionate hug, ushering him to get inside, insisting yet again to call her mom for once. He excused himself, kicked off his shoes, and walked past the kitchen, where he caught a whiff of warm vanilla wafting from the oven. Peering inside, he chuckled at [Name]'s father beating up some egg whites for meringue. The man smiled at him and offered a freshly baked plate of cupcakes. The [Surname]s loved him dearly, from doting parents to chaos child.

After tasting [Name]'s father's cupcakes—which he found amazing—he made his way to [Name]'s room. He sighed loudly before knocking on the closed door, pressing his ear against it to listen closely in case he could catch her crying. Instead, he only heard how she gasped, sucked in a breath, and scrambled around on the floor.

Yaku huffed through his nose, eyes closing. "[Name]?"

"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. God, fuck, damn it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—Ah, holy shit!" First, hushed whispers she was mumbling to herself. Then, a yelp of pain. "Please, don't come in…!" Her voice shook as she cried out.

"Well, I was going to ask, but now you're clearly crying and I'd like to know why."

"No, no, it's nothing! Go home! Dad's making cupcakes, take one on your way out!"

"Already ahead of you." Yaku grasped the door handle and twisted it, but didn't quite open the door. He awaited a reaction, which came in the form of [Name] squeaking out another pained yelp. "[Name], I'm coming in."

"Please, don't!"

But Yaku didn't care for listening and burst into the room. It was a sight to behold and it almost made his heart shut down completely. [Name] sat cross-legged by her trash bin, half of her hair held up with pins, exposing her nape and allowing a perfect view of her ears. Particularly, her left ear. Her left, bleeding ear. The smell of rubbing alcohol overpowered the previous, welcoming scent of warm vanilla from the pastries. Draped over [Name]'s lap was a very bloody towel, covered in strands of hair.

Yaku blinked. Once. Twice. And as soon as he could understand the sight in front of him, he slammed the door shut and rushed to shake [Name] by the shoulders. "[Name], are you okay?! What did you do?! What are you doing?!"

Tears poured out of her eyes as she let go of the scissors in her hand. Yaku hadn't noticed those scissors. He took a closer look and spotted a razor next to the trash bin, which he realized was filled with crumpled-up paper and chopped-off hair. "I gave myself an undercut…"

"I'm sorry?"

"Morisuke. I gave myself an undercut."

"Wha—what? But why are you bleeding so much?!"

"Oh…" She reached her left hand towards her ear, alarming Yaku with the amount of blood staining it. "I decided to pierce my upper cartilage. It… didn't go well, ow…"

Yaku inhaled deeply. "[Name]." [Name] locked eyes with him, her brows bending into a pitiful grimace, a pout upon her trembling lips. "Why?"

"I don't know! I just got out of the shower and saw the scissors and went snip-snip! And then I just impulsively stabbed a needle through my ear! I don't know!" Despite having blood-stained palms, she slammed her face into them and started sobbing.

Yaku couldn't help the laugh spilling from his lips as he peeked behind her to the mess she had made. There was an extremely uneven line separating her tied-up hair from her shaved skin, while terribly chopped strands poked in various directions. Impressive for someone that worked without a mirror; disappointing for being [Name]. It was a disaster.

"It's a disaster."

"I'm aware! Okay?! I know!"

Yaku chuckled once more, to which [Name] responded with a muffled groan as she continued to bawl. He settled behind her on his knees and let her hair loose before re-tying it higher up, leaving some loose portions to even out her horrible job. "I'll fix it for you. Then we'll patch up your ear."

[Name] whipped her head backwards to gawk at her best friend. Oh, the smiles Yaku could muster were more than a blessing. They could wash her concerns away and wipe her tears off in an instant. He was simply that amazing. Before he allowed her to say anything or stare any longer, Yaku forced her head to look forward again.

"Stop crying now. I'm gonna mess it up with you shaking like that."

"God, this is why I love you."

"Yes, [Name], I love you, too."

[Name] never knew a short sentence could loosen her muscles up and fill her with warmth. Her tears disappeared, replaced by a toothy grin which probably made her seemed adorably stupid. But it was fine. Yaku loved her, whether she was adorable, or stupid, or adorably stupid anyway.

[annoyed-galaxy]

So I finally got to a doctor yesterday and man, it was nerve wracking at first. I haven't been to the doctor in five years (the last time being 2019 when I got my diagnosis for PMDD) and this was the first time I was going without my parents. So it was really terrifying for me.

However, I was fortunate to have the sweetest doctor and nurse and they helped me get my prescription back for my medicine and a new "inhaler" (it was, in fact, not a new inhaler, but something for a nebulizer which I do not have resulting in me having to contact my doctor later about that). I also was able to finally do the wretched pap smear. And ever since hearing about that shit, I have always dreaded it. However, ovarian and cervix cancer is in my family so my mom urged me to get that ASAP. And when I told the doctor, she was like: "We can do it today." I cried inside because I really didn't want to, but better not to procrastinate. So that's out of the way and we'll see in two weeks whether or not I have anything.

AS for my medicine and inhaler stuff, here is where y'all can see the true trash of the American healthcare system (since I know a lot of my moots are not American): 1263$ was the total cost of my medicine and inhaler stuff. Yeah that's right. One thousand, two hundred and sixty three god damn dollars for medicine. Around 200 of that was for my medicine alone and the other thousand for the inhaler stuff.

Obviously I can't fucking afford that as a full-time student and part-time worker. But, I have MedicAid. So when I went to the pharmacy to have them put me in the system (because this was a new pharmacy therefore they did not have my information yet) they told they couldn't bill me because MedicAid thought I still had insurance...I have not had health insurance for two god damn years. So they told me to call MedicAid and try to figure out what the fuck was going on. While I'm on hold with MedicAid, I get a call from the pharmacy; I hang up on MedicAid and answer the call. They say they were able to fix things and put me in the system and that the MedicAid stuff went through. They told me the new price because of my copay:

8$.

Eight. Fucking. Dollars.

It went from twelve hundred to eight. EIGHT.

It's a 4$ copay for each medication. So 4 for my medicine; 4 for the inhaler stuff.

We already knew the American healthcare system was bad but holy FUCK. There's no reason that should be a fucking thing. Why not just offer the shit at four dollars anyway???

Anyways, I'm medicated once again!!! The medicine probably won't kick in before my next PMDD week, but I am going to attempt to keep track of myself and journal some more for the time being just to keep an eye on the effects of my medicine.

I'm so fucking happy that I finally got that shit done and am pretty much perfectly healthy. Hoping the medicine kicks me back into gear.

[t00turnttrauma]

no doubt-jtk

Your leg was bouncing out of sheer nerves. Usually, it was just restlessness of sitting for too long, but there were so many thoughts running in your head.

The tour was beginning to ramp up, the band leaving in a few days. The guys had been trending on Twitter for weeks now and would most likely continue for the next few months. You hadn’t noticed your period was no longer regular. There had been some spotting here and there, something you mistook as a period. It wasn’t until you were looking at your calendar and noticed that you hadn’t marked it down yet. Even the app was sending daily reminders that it needed updated. Your brain barely registered what the doctor had said.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. “Excuse my language.”

She chuckled. “It’s okay. It’s a lot to take in.”

You began to laugh, tears streaming. “Oh, man. How far along?”

“That’s actually what I came to ask you.” Dr. Nicola handed you a tissue. “Can we go over your cycles?”

You nodded, sniffling, and laughing lightly. After much deliberation and double checking, she deduced that the embryo growing was about 10 or 11 weeks. You thanked her, taking a moment to smile at the receptionist. Even though you were elated to have a child, it was bad timing. Jake was leaving for six months, you were thinking about quitting to find a new job, and on top of that, you still had to make time to visit your ill parents. In the safety of your car, you began crying on the drive home. Even though it was a straight shot from the clinic to your shared apartment, you took a left, getting on the highway. The radio played quietly, keeping you from losing your mind. Ready or not, a baby was coming in a few short months.

Jake was home, packing up his suitcases and making sure he had everything he needed for the tour. “Hey, love,” you said, putting your keys in the bowl by the door.  

“Hey,” he said. “We’re still on for dinner tonight?”

“Of course.”

It was a family dinner. The Kiskas and Wagners were going to have a dinner before sending them off on the bus from Nashville to Memphis for the awards show that was the unofficial kick off for their tour. While you would have liked to spend every minute you had left with Jake, it was a tradition that did everyone good. Dinner was at a restaurant this time around. It was usually at someone’s house with a home cooked meal, but this time no one really felt like cooking. The waitress came back with waters for everyone.

“No one needs children’s menus, right?” The waitress, Claire, joked.

You raised your hand. “Actually, I think Josh would like one down there at the end.”

Jake laughed loudly. You weren’t much of a talker, but when you did he found it to be the funniest thing in the world. Josh guffawed, acting like it wasn’t true. Danny turned to Claire, quietly asking for coloring sheets for everyone. She nodded, promising to come back to finish taking orders. “Speaking of children,” Sam said, squeezing a lemon into his water. “Anything new with anyone?”

You tensed slightly, trying to play it off. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I had a joke there, but I lost it.”

You chuckled, looking at the menu and trying to play off the panic Sam had set off.

Dinner went by quickly. You snapped a quick photo of the signatures on the crayon drawings that were now hanging on the wall. The party moved to the waiting area, trying to drag the night out to be even longer. Nearby, a young mother was trying to get her screaming child to calm down. She was whispering to the toddler who was throwing a tantrum from hell. You tried not to stare, knowing that she was trying her best. Jake glanced over, catching eyes with Sam. He pulled you out into the parking lot, standing on the sidewalk beside your car. Karen quickly joined, waiting for her husband and Josh to come out of the restroom. The Wagners retreated, going to help finish Dan packing up his bags. Ronnie left soon after, not worried for her siblings. She was going to be with them for the first few shows.

“I hate when people just let their kids scream in a restaurant like that,” Sam grumbled. “Ruins the ambiance.”

Jake agreed. “Babies are so annoying.” You let go of his hand, pretending to fix your blouse. Instead, you let your hand linger on your abdomen after tugging your shirt down, thinking of the new life that was forming. “Good thing Y/N and I are waiting. For a long time. Right, babe?”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash looking at him. “Right.”

Sam scoffed. “What is taking Josh so long? He acts like he’s perming his hair in there.”

“Maybe he is. You never know with that kid,” Karen joked.

Your mind was still in shock from how blunt Jake was. Sure, having kids had come up once or twice, but they were usually in ‘where do you see yourself in ten years’ conversation. Never in a conversation about what you want now or sometime soon. The party separated to their respective cars, trying to forget the idea that everyone would be gone for weeks.

Having to drop off Jake at the bus station where the tour bus was waiting was always the hardest part. The bus station was busy for a Friday morning. The large Greyhounds were full of people, and you found yourself wondering why everyone was there. The tour bus was in the back corner of the lot, the two drivers who would be trading shifts were standing outside.

You have each of them a squeeze and a plethora of pleads to be safe and to be smart. You circled around to Jake again, pulling him in. He smiled and whispered the same thing that he always did. “I’ll be back.”

“You better,” you said, pulling away.

Seeing the bus pull away was even harder to say goodbye. The tinted windows made it hard to tell if they were waving. Either way, you stood on the platform, trying to think of anything they could have left behind.

Karen held your hand. Kelly had gone to find vending machines with the Danny’s parents. She moved, sitting down on a bench and patting the space beside her.”

“What was up with that at dinner? Yeah, Jake may not have seen it, but I have eyes like a hawk.” You had no idea how to say it. Instead, she asked a question she already knew the answer to. “Are you pregnant?”

You nodded, fighting back tears. “And after dinner, I couldn’t tell him. In my heart, I know he doesn’t mean it, but it was just too much.”

Mama K shook her head. “He only said that because of Sam. And kids are only annoying when they’re not yours.”

Her tone lifted a weight off your shoulders. Jake was always good with kids. He was attentive enough, entertaining your nieces and nephews at family parties. He also often showed them ‘good music’, giving them mini history lessons at the same time. With another brush of reassurance from Karen, you were on your way.

You made another appointment with the doctor, having to wait a few weeks for a real ultrasound. It all felt wrong. In that three-week period, you’d talked to Jake almost every night. It felt like you were living a lie, talking to him sweetly while keeping the biggest secret someone could keep from their partner. Even if he didn’t want it, you were going to keep it. That was a decision that was made.

When the appointment came around, Dr. Nicola handed you pamphlets on different topics. There were some on car seats and the pros and cons of breastfeeding. You marveled as your baby came on the screen. While you didn’t really see anything until she pointed out the shapes. You could see their nose and their hands, balled into tiny fists.

“They look like they’ve got a lot of hair,” she chuckled, pointing out her skull shape, small wisps in the space around them.

“I can’t tell if that’s from me or the dad’s side of the family. They all have beautiful mops. I’m jealous just thinking about them.”

Dr. Nicola laughed, telling how her and her partner both have blond hair but their children came out with the darkest hair. Genetics are funny. For the rest of the appointment, you found yourself wondering what the baby would look like. Would they take after Jake? Their Kiszka genes are strong, as everyone knows. Would they look like you? Is the theory that the first girl looks like their father and the first son looks like their mother true?

After taking and printing a few photos, you were leaving. The bandage around your arm was tight, but not too constricting. The blood work was the worst part of today’s appointment. Moving into the second trimester, the chance of miscarriage dropped and continued to as the pregnancy progressed. You wondered how to tell Jake. By your counts, he would be home after the due date. Maybe you could keep it a secret.

It was an amusing idea. Maybe you could even enlist his sister and mom into it. You’d take them shopping for clothes and baby items. When he came home, you’d set it all up so you would look like a villain in a cheesy B-movie, the one that turns slowly while stroking a cat, except you’d have a baby in your arms. That seed of doubt returned, convincing you that Jake would back out of the apartment and never come back.

When you got home, you noticed that you didn’t look pregnant. Instead, you just looked bloated. You pulled your shirt back, trying to see more angles in the floor length mirror. That only got you to thinking that the mirror was a big factor in the dilemma you were facing now. Shaking away those memories, you wondered if you were going to be one of the women who didn’t show. Your belly looked more like a parenthesis rather than a C like you expected.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you purchased the first ticket to Chicago where Jake was. They were preparing for the three nights of shows. You considered texting him, but you decided that a surprise would be better. When you got to the city, you ordered a taxi and asked Danny where they were and asked for the man to drive you there. Danny let you into the stadium, promising to get you a pass while you met with Jake. You followed the drummer to the dressing room. Josh was asleep on the couch and Sam was sitting upside down in a chair, reading a book. Jake stood up and greeted you with a tight hug.

“Hey,” you said.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” Jake grinned, taking you further into the dressing room and away from everyone else. You sat at a table together, facing one another on the other side of a rack of clothes. He noticed your sad expression and his own smile left. “What’s wrong?”

Sliding the little yellow envelope on the table was the only thing you could do. The things he said at dinner were still running through your mind, the doubt growing with each moment. He slowly opened it, his jaw dropping as he recognized it. He pulled it closer, looking at your last name at the top.

“Really?” He asked. While he was usually expressive, you couldn’t read what he was thinking. He stared at the picture, trying to make out the shape. He cocked his head, looking closer at the photo.

“I really want to do this, Jake. Even if you don’t want to right now, I-“

“What are you taking about?” He asked quickly. “Of course, I want to!”

“What about what you said the night before you left?”

Jake sighed, realizing his mistake. “It was a joke. I mean, we never really reached a conclusion on the subject.”

It was true. You felt dumb for being so doubtful. Jake was so good with kids and parenting would come so naturally to him. You talked it over, whispering the details of your due date. He squeezed your hand reassuringly. The simple motion squashed all the doubt. “Should we tell them?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.”

“Too late,” Sam said, struggling to get to his feet. “As for names, Samuel is a really good one. Samantha too. Francis would also work. For a girl, you can just switch the I for an E and you’re good to go. Since Josh is passed out, I call dibs on being the fun uncle.”

[strangelysamantha]

cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

my masterlist

part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

[bwbatta]

six - confessions

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

Word count: 2960

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one, turn it upp! ...I won’t lie, i’ve been putting off writing this purely because I don’t want to stop writing this. Anyway, the final part is finally here and I’m so happy to be sharing it with you all! 

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 5

Draco signed his name quickly and looked back at the letter he’d written. It was simple enough to get his point across, yet the repercussions from sending this could be huge. 

The blonde heir was adamant though. If this is what it took, then he would gladly accept whatever consequences came his way. He could figure it out, he always did. 

Taking a breath in to help stabilise his thoughts and nerves, he quickly put his quill down before he wrote anything else that wasn’t needed. Reading it through once more, he made sure his words were enough for now. 

Father,

I apologise for not responding sooner to your previous letter, I was at a loss for a while as to what to write.

I understand our family values and as much as I uphold them for our family’s benefit, my relationship or any of my relationships are my choice. Whilst she is not pureblood, she is not muggleborn either and both of her parents have magic, which is why I ask you to at the very least consider giving Y/N a chance.

With respect, I will not determine my relationship on your opinions, especially since you haven’t met her.

You understand there aren’t many things I would go against you on, but this is something I feel particularly strongly about. 

Regards, 

Draco

Nodding his head, he quickly folded the letter and attached it to his family’s owl. With a screech, the bird took off. 

All Draco could do now was wait.

“Please?! You’re the best person at charms that I know, you would be my favourite person on earth?!”

“Blaise-”

“Y/N please, Flitwick might push for me to be kicked out of Hogwarts if I don’t pass this test”

You snorted unattractively as you walked down the corridor, arms riddled with books. On your way to the Herbology greenhouses for your afternoon lesson, you were blitzed by Blaise who had been trying to convince you for the last five minutes to help him write his essay which was due in a couple days time. 

Blaise and you had nearly made it into the greenhouses when Professor Sprout stopped him at the door.

“You’re not in my class today Mr Zabini, I suggest you get heading towards your own class before you’re late.”

The elder witch gave him a stern look to which he smiled at, trying to lower her strict exterior. 

“I just need to talk to Y/N about something really important really quickly, Professor. It’ll only take a minute?”

“No” she rolled her eyes at the boy, “you can do that in your own time.”

“But, Professor-”

“No buts Zabini-”

“Alright Blaise, I’ll do it” you finally caved, seeing as the boy would most likely be reduced to ash from Sprout’s harsh stare otherwise. 

“Astronomy tower, 8pm?”

“Wait-”

“Okay bye!”

Without another word he turned and rushed off back inside the castle, heading to whatever his next lesson was, leaving you partially annoyed, partially awkward at the look Sprout was now sending you.

“Inside” she cocked her head towards the doorway and with a defeated look you headed into the greenhouse. 

You hadn’t been back to the Astronomy tower, despite classes, since that fight between Draco and you and you weren’t too keen on returning. Blaise however, had given you no choice in the matter as you probably wouldn’t see him until that time you’d agreed to meet. This meant you’d have to suck up your anxieties about the tower and get over yourself. 

If only it were that easy.

Your free period was rather quiet today you reckoned but you couldn’t put your finger on why it was so quiet? 

The twins weren’t around and neither were Harry and Ron, yet that was normal since you were studying in the library with Hermione. Though Hermione didn’t really talk much when you two studied, something still felt off.

Not to mention the other thing which was bothering you was how Blaise acted earlier? He was normally the most relaxed person you knew, but his earlier rushed and fretted actions also seemed wrong.

You snorted at the thought in your head; imagine if he was trying to set you back up with Draco at the astronomy tower later?!

Another sigh left your lips as you continued to try and figure out what else felt off. Hermione’s eyes darted from the essay she was writing to you sat opposite her. 

“Is there something bothering you?”

You met her stare awkwardly and shrugged slightly. 

“I don’t know, does something feel off to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too quiet, you know? I can’t put my finger on what it is though.”

“Maybe it’s because that blonde tumour isn't attached to your side anymore?!” Hermione snorted as she turned back to her work, leaving you staring at her with an unreadable expression. 

Ignoring the remark of how the witch had described Draco, she was right in the way that he did used to surprise you while you were studying. 

Was that it? You were missing him being near you?

You hadn’t really spoken to the Malfoy, only small comments in class when you were next to each other but apart from that, he wasn’t constantly next to you anymore and that bothered you. 

You had to admit you did like fake dating Draco, but that was over, it was a joke, a favour, nothing more. So why the hell would you accept anything to go back to him annoying you, him being at your side constantly, or his arm around you 90% of the time?

Then you froze.

You knew exactly why.

Holy shit, you loved him. Like actually loved him. 

Slowly starting to freak yourself out, you sat back in your chair as your mind whirred around that fact. 

He’s Draco. 

He’s one of your best friends and now everything was so messed up because he’s Draco.

Stubborn, bratty, arrogant Draco.

Who likes Draco?!

And then it hits you again. You do, you really really do. 

Because he’s Draco.

Because he cares about you and would do anything for you. Just like you’d do anything for him. He might be stubborn, but so are you. He might be bratty and spoilt because of his parents, but he actively spoils you just because he can. And he might be arrogant to everyone else, but you know how humble he could be and acts around you. His reaction after you opened your Christmas present proved that enough. 

Holy shit. 

These feelings are going to ruin whatever’s between you, friendship or not, because how the hell could you keep this to yourself? How the hell could you not tell him you loved him?

The only thing was... you were the second person to ask yourself that today. 

Draco paced in the tower, a letter held tightly in his hand as he waited for you to show up. Guaranteed it wasn't 8pm yet, but he was still so anxious for when you did actually turn up. Were you going to turn up?

A lot of things had flown through his mind today, some putting him on edge as to whether his plan to get you back would work, yet nothing had made him as anxious as when the letter arrived from his father earlier that day.

It was slightly wrinkled now from how much he had fiddled with it in his hands and with a frown, Draco tucked it back into his pocket, forcing himself to take a long breath as he did so and run his hands nervously through his hair.

Not even a moment passed before he heard the door below slam shut and your footsteps approach. A brief flash of panic flew through his body like he’d been electrocuted, what if this was a bad idea? What if you didn’t want him like he wanted you and he would just look like a complete idiot?

All the thoughts in his head however vanished as soon as you reached the top step and your eyes locked on his. 

Neither of you said anything at first and the silence was almost deafening.

“Fucking Blaise,” you rolled your eyes at yourself. “Earlier I bet myself he’d do something like this.”

“It was actually my idea”

“...I see” 

“Surprised?” 

You snorted

“No.” You hid your grin at the look of offence present on his face, “I knew one of you would come up with something like this. I had my money on Blaise as he was the one I spoke to earlier. Despite how much you love being mysterious and complicated Draco, you’re like an open book to me.”

The wizard let out a snort, he had a feeling she would figure something was up. They really did know each other well.

The silence stilted in the air again and felt heavy despite the fresh air surrounding them. 

You looked down, avoiding the blue eyes that watched you. Despite being in love with him, you had no idea what to actually say to him. Luckily he took the lead.

“It was really stupid.”

You frowned, before you forced yourself to glance towards him, eyes catching on how he was looking at you.

“What was?”

“The fact we thought we could pretend and fake an entire relationship with no consequences.”

You didn’t say anything. 

“I mean let’s be honest,” Draco scoffed a laugh, “we really thought that everything would go back to how it was before? That was stupid. Also the fact that the whole ‘having a fake girlfriend’ thing wasn’t really working for me.”

He paused to assess your reaction for a moment before continuing on. 

“We were great as a fake couple, sure. We were also great at being friends, I mean... that was before I kissed you and fell in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the confession. A smile grew faintly on his face as he took in your reaction. After realising you weren’t going to bolt, he took a couple steps closer until he stood right before you, his toes almost touching your own. 

“This whole fake dating thing was so stupid in so many ways except for one; how it made me realise how much I genuinely want to be your boyfriend.”

Draco shrugged sightly like it was no big deal, but inside he had to remind his lungs to work.

Why hadn’t you said anything yet? Maybe because he can’t stop his mouth from talking? Should he stop talking? His mouth opened again before he could stop himself.

“I want you. I want us. But I want it for real, not some half-assed, pathetic excuse of relationship which is all just an act and makes us question where we stand with each other.” 

His voice lowered to a whisper but you heard him perfectly. 

“Draco... I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I can’t help the fact that I’m not a pureblood and your parents won’t accept me-”

“Wait, okay, hold on.”

Digging his hand into his pocket, he fished out the crumpled letter and attempted to flatten it out slightly. 

“I sent my father a letter in response the one you read the other day and I got this back earlier today. Just... just read it.”

He held the letter out at you with such a serious expression causing you to frown, you took it from him wondering what was in it. Opening the parchment, your eyes immediately flicked back to the blonde once more, only to find him watching your every movement.

“Draco,

I don’t believe you understand the seriousness of what you’re asking from your mother and I. You have a duty to this family to uphold and despite the notion that you wouldn’t disobey me with much, this is still a vital factor of those duties.

Nevertheless, you expressed your seriousness for this girl, coupled with your mother’s bickering about at least meeting her, I will give you one chance. We will meet her if she values the seriousness and significance of our values. If she does not however, then you will end whatever you have with her. 

You understand in the near future, things will change. You need to be as prepared as possible.

Regards,

Lucius Malfoy”

You read the letter once through, then twice, then once more. Your mind was in a flurry at the words, taking them in and the weight they held. Draco’s parents had agreed to give you a chance, however it came with a price and one you were in two minds about taking. 

On one hand, you could be with Draco and support him through whatever hell was coming your way, as long as you abided by their blood purity mania, which, if Harry was right, meant Voldemort. On the other hand, it meant not having the Malfoy boy in your life.

Your eyes finally left the words and flicked back up to meet Draco’s own. His expression was unreadable as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, that’s intense”

“You can’t really expect anything less from my father.”

“I gathered that.”

Your eyes landed on the elder Malfoy’s name once more and you bit your lip slightly. 

“I said once I would be willing to get mixed up in this for you, and I stand by it, Draco. I don’t know whatever's going to happen in the future but I know I want you by my side through it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that-“

“You’re not asking me, I’m telling you I want you and I’ll do whatever it takes to be at your side.”

“Y/N-”

“Draco, I love you, let me do this for you. I can play whoever your parents want me to be.”

Draco didn’t say anything more but stared at you with a half smile on his face. Your eyebrows knitted together as you caught sight of it, not really sure where the expression came from. Talking about faking your views on blood purity and Voldemort wasn’t really a cause for smiling.

“What?”

“Say it again?”

“Say what again?”

“You love me.”

You realised then. You’d told him you loved him in amidst all that but you hadn't even realised it. Well, that’s one way to admit it. 

“I love you,” you said with no hesitation as a smile grew on your own face. “I want you, for real. No fake relationship, just us.”

As quick as you’d finished speaking, Draco’s lips were on yours. It was chaotic, unscripted and messy, but it was real. 

Your hands slid to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pressing you to him. He kissed you with such passion you swore your heart stopped for a split second.

How the hell had you both faked this for so long?!

Taking a break, he pulled away but rested his forehead on yours, not wanting too much distance. 

“If you’re all in Y/N, so am I. I’ll protect you with my life, you may’ve been my friend first, but you’re everything to me now.”

His lips pressed against yours again, much softer this time like he was trying to memorise and convince himself you were really there. That this was really happening.

“Draco Malfoy, I’m all in.”

You were surprised the next day for two reasons.

One; for how many people had actually bet on Draco’s and your relationship. George got his five galleons back from Fred again after the news reached them. He happily took the money from his brother before lifting his glass to you from across the hall in thanks. 

Both Crabbe and Goyle owed Blaise 10 galleons, though you supposed he had an unfair advantage, (not that you’d tell the duo). 

But the second thing which surprised you was the letter you received at lunch from the headmaster himself. 

Dumbledore had barely even looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you personally, so the note you got from him asking to meet him in his office later spiked your anxiety. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Hermione shrugged before lowering her voice to a whisper. “It’s probably something to do with the DA or Umbridge.”

“Hermione, I didn’t even think he knew I existed, now he’s asking me to come have a chat?”

“Just go, you’ll never know otherwise and you’ll keep fretting.”

The rest of your day passed quickly and you found yourself before the headmaster’s office later that evening. Taking another quick look at the note in your hand, scribbled at the bottom was a comment about him liking sherbet lemons which stuck out to you.

“Sherbet lemons?”

The gargoyle surprised you by jumping out the way, opening up the staircase to you. Without another thought, you climbed the stairs and knocked on the wooden door. 

“Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore turned to face you as you entered the room. With a smile, he greeted you and offered you the seat opposite him as he took his own.

Sitting, your knee started to bounce while your anxiety kicked in wondering what the hell was going on. 

“Y/N- can I call you Y/N? Relax, you’re not in any trouble at all, don’t worry.”

“Can I ask then, why am I here sir?”

“Well, I actually have a job for you if you’re interested? I understand you’re in a unique position where you’re willing to do anything possible to be with the young Mr Malfoy.”

You immediately frowned, how the hell did he know that?!

“What kind of job?”

“A job to join the Order of the Phoenix. I want you to act as a spy for me within Voldemort’s ranks.”

[anomia-sama]

c-can we p-please get some geto fluff hc? I just want to see him happy.... like with a pregnant reader, or what it would be like raising a child with this man? I want to give him the world👉👈

OMG, It's such a cute, sweet and fluffy idea! Yes, he deserves love, joy and happiness. Let’s give him the world together.

I hope you'll enjoy it!

Pairing: Suguru Getō x Reader

Warnings: Female reader, pregnancy, what-if?, probably uncorrect english.

Notes: I thought about it for a while. Clearly, it is difficult to imagine someone like Suguru canonically having a child, but I honestly found it cute, fluff and really tender, I had so much fun writing this headcanon! I totally melted while writing. Just sayin’.

◈ ━━━━━━━━  Headcanon ━━━━━━━━ ◈

When you tell him you're pregnant he's kind of paralyzed. Just a minute (or two, or ten), staring at the soft pacifier and the positive pregnancy test you put in a gift package only for him. 

Then he dares to look at you, with a literally shocked expression. His dark eyes are widened in a genuine surprise, is lips are slightly parted, and even if you can't see it (Geto's really good in dissimulation) his hands are  imperceptibly shaking. 

" Y/n…." he whispers.

His chest rises rhythmically but slowly, as if Suguru is trying to regulate his breathing. You can see how incredulous he is and you slowly melt yourself in a laugh full of emotion.

" Are you…"  

" Yes, love. I am."  

" Pregnant? Are you pregnant? " He asks one more time. He really needs to hear it clearly.

" Yes, Suguru. You will become a father. "

 That. Amazing. Word.

You can clearly see the effect the word “father” has on him. His eyes are now two deep wells of wild joy and his lips slowly stretch in a radiant and bright smile. In a second his arms are around your waist in a breathtaking hug.

He laughs against your neckline and lifts your body firmly and strongly. He almost cries, yeah, since he’s so, so, so happy!

Be prepared, Y/n. From now on, Suguru will be ultra caring.

"Are you okay? You should have some rest."

Like…ten times a day. Please, reassure him you’re ok and your baby too.

Yup, he’s lowkey (but not too lowkey) worried about your and your baby’s health.

If you’re a sorcerer (and, hell yes, you have to be, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t procreate with a so called monkey), don’t you dare go on a mission without him. Suguru trusts you and your abilities, but now you have to stay safer than ever.

When he comes back from a mission, expect a tired kiss and a soft caress on your belly. He won’t lose his usual composure, but his brain is totally melted.

This man is quite clueless when it comes of pregnancy. So, he asks Shoko information and guidelines. He really wants to know everything about what happens month by month and whatever could hypothetically go wrong, so he can avoid it.

Satoru is always ready to tease him about his parenting attitudes: "You will be a father, man. A terrible father. That’s why your baby needs a cool godfather like me."

Suguru’s face is probably like this. Hell no, he will be the best father ever, shut up Gojo!

When he’s not busy, he will gladly lie with you on your shared bed, kissing your growing belly and fantasizing about that little creature. Will they be a boy? A girl? With your beauty and his brain? No, please, his brain is a mess. With his beauty and your brain?

"Let’s call him Suguru Junior. Y/n Junior if they're a girl."  

" No."

" Please? "

Just give up, reader, he will call the baby Suguru Junior until you find a proper name.

When he thinks you’re asleep, he will probably look at you and your belly with a soft smile, his fingertips running on your abdomen in delicate caresses.

What did he do to deserve you and all the happines you’re giving to him?

The first time your baby kicks, he almost cries. Again. He’s kind of surprised, charmed by the miracle of life. It’s like he never realized how true, real and concrete this pregnancy is before.

Suguru is an overthinker. So…he overthinks. About this baby’s future, about the risks, about how he could protect the both of you from the evil of this messed and dangerous world.

The night you break your waters, he perfectly knows what to do. He studied a lot, he’s ready! 

…Doesn’t he? 

No, totally no, nobody’s ready for this. But, as I said before, he’s good at dissimulating, so you don’t understand how bad he’s inwardly panicking.

However, once again, he doesn’t lose his composure. He knows he has to lead the situation with a clear head and nerve. 

He doesn’t give a shit, he wants to stay by your side during the childbirth, holding your hand, caressing your cheeks and looking at Shoko with a murderous gaze, as if to say "If something happens to my wife and/or my son, I perfectly know how to kill you.”

And that’s exactly the reason why Shoko kicks him out of the room.       

" Let me work, you idiot. "  

 Poor Suguru. Far from you, alone with his anxiety and Satoru.

So he sits there, next to the door, with his elbows propped against his knees and his hands crossed under his chin. A blank expression on his face, hearing you crying and screaming. 

Holy mother of curses. Time goes by so slowly… minutes are like hours, hours are like days. Suguru feels like pressure is going to kill him.

And then he hears it. A loud, different cry coming from the room, the strong, powerful, poetic sound of a new life. He rapidly turn his face to the door, his heart melting in his chest.

Okay, he’s Suguru Geto. He’s one of the strongest sorcerer ever. He’s a Special Grade, a fierce and proud man. But, seriously, would anybody blame him, if he cries (and not almost) for a minute? 

Yes, Satoru would, so he really has to catch back his tears.

When Shoko opens the door with a bright smile on her face, inviting him to meet you and your son ( " Oops, I mean daughter, she’s a girl! " ) he feel paralyzed and even a bit scared. Is it real? 

A few moments later you can see his figure at the door. He’s looking at you with a moved expression on his face and a soft smile on his lips while he whispers your name.

In a few steps Suguru is next to your bed, cupping your cheeks and pressing a passionate and loving kiss on your lips. You know he was so worried, so you soflty kiss him back to reassure him that you’re fine, even if tired. He says how much he loves you, but his eyes rapidly fall to the bundle you gently hold in your arms.

His expression is…is unparalleled. You never saw him smile that way since your first kiss. He looks so happy, so touched! He’s brighter than the sun itself.

" Suguru….let me introduce you to our daughter. D/n…let me introduce you to your loving father. " You murmur, with a tired laugh.

He hesitates for a second, before welcome the bundle in his strong arms. He’s a bit awkward, but his gesture is gentle and tender. You know he will learn soon how to properly hold a baby.

" Hello there… " He softly smiles at her.

Right in that moment the baby starts crying. 

Panic. Did he do something wrong?

He looks at you for help, but he suddenly notices how tired you are and how your eyes are closing in search for rest.

Suguru smiles at you, kissing your forehead before he starts slowly cradle your daughter.

" Hush...Hush, honey. Mommy needs some rest. I'll take care of you, sweetie… It's a promise. "  

And trust me, dear. He will.

[maximons]

Into The Sanctum

Chapter Summary: Doctor Strange brings Y/n into the sanctum as he explains to her the situation at hand. However, the introductions to the team don’t go very smoothly.

Word Count: 3,021

A/N: Here we are with chapter 2! This one is a lot shorter than the first, and honestly the rest of the chapters will likely be around this length lol Hope you enjoy!

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“Y/n Fenton. 26 years old, acquired her abilities in 2019 after a lab accident.” Wong started explaining as he brought up multiple images and video clips of you throughout the years, using his magic. “Known abilities; Able to switch between human and ghost form at will, Invisibility, Intangibility, Flight, Able to overshadow other humans, Super Strength and Speed, Can summon ghost energy in a ‘ghost ray’, and Cryokinesis.” The sorcerer finished, leaving everyone in a moment of silence, not sure how to proceed after all that information.

“Whoa, that’s awesome.” Peter said in awe, but no-one else shared his excitement.

“We’re going to recruit a ghost...to fight other ghosts?” Loki was the first to ask.

“Fight fire with fire and all that.” Strange responded.

“How do we know we can trust her? Isn’t she one of them?”

“Yes, but she’s also human. Besides, just because she’s a ghost, doesn’t mean she’s automatically bad.” Wanda now piped up. “And you’re one to talk, Loki. Aren’t you technically a Frost Giant?”

“Yes I am, and look how well I turned out. Not exactly a good sales pitch.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Strange interrupted. “This isn’t up for debate. The ghost realm is bleeding into our world more and more every minute, and Fenton is our best shot.” Strange slipped on his sling ring and began opening a portal. “I’m going to talk to her.” Before anyone could respond, Strange stepped through, portal closing behind him.

Everyone stood in silence for a moment, before Peter spoke up. “C’mon, I can’t be the only one who thinks this is cool.”

“The very fabric of our reality being at risk and our world being overtaken by ghosts is ‘cool’ to you, Peter?” Wong asked, causing Peter to scratch the back of his neck shyly.

“Well, when you put it like that...”

Amity Park

You and Tucker were walking down the street, heading to your favorite donut shop. You stared at your phone as you walked, not really worried about bumping into anyone or anything as you used your powers to subtlety phase through them.

“Hear anything?” Tucker asked and you shook your head.

“No, haven’t heard in hours now. She’s really mad.” 

“Well, you did manage to almost get yourself killed the other day.”

“I’ve been doing this for years now, I know what I’m doing. Besides, I’m already literally half dead.”

“Not the point.” Tucker sighs. “C’mon, you’ve been dating her for over a year, and have been best friends for even longer. You should know her by now. She’s scared.”

“I’m not faulting her for being scared, but I can’t keep going through fight after fight with her for just doing my job.”

“Is it really your job though?” Tucker shrugged, causing you to stop in your tracks. Him following a second later. “I’m just saying, there are a bunch of heroes back now after the blip. It wouldn’t kill you to take a few days off.”

“They can’t do what I do. And they don’t know what we know.”

“You don’t gotta be all cryptic” Tucker laughed and you couldn’t help but chuckle along.

“Yeah, maybe not.” You shrugged. “I don’t know though, we’re the only ones who really know how to deal with these ghosts. I love helping people, but I’m tired of this too sometimes. I’d love to be able to leave Amity Park, really start my life, but...I can’t. All the ghosts come from here, and I gotta do my best to keep it that way.”

Tucker opened his mouth to form a response, but before he could, a bright orange light appeared. The light began to form into a portal and a man with white and black hair, dressed head to toe in blue robes and a read cape, appeared.

“Y/n Fenton?” He asked, which took you and Tucker aback. You looked to your best friend before looking back at the man.

“Uh, who’s asking?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and-”

“Wait, that’s you?” You interrupted, eyes wide.

“Yes? I assume you’ve heard of me then?”

Your eyes hardened at this. You knew the name Dr. Strange a little too well. He, along with Iron Man, had been part of the reason behind the death of your parents, having been part of that fateful fight in New York. You knew logically that this man didn’t go out of his way to kill your parents, and that he likely didn’t start that fight, but still. You didn’t appreciate the reminder. 

“Yeah. I have.”

Strange noticed the shift in your tone and tilted his head in confusion. You two stood in a stand off for a few moments before Tucker coughed beside you.

“Sorry, but uh, you’re one of the Avengers right?” He asked as he started to fanboy.

“I guess you can say I was, though they aren’t really around anymore.”

“Still, that’s so cool! Hey, did you know Iron Man before he-”

“What do you want?” You interrupted as you crossed your arms, eyes still glaring at the wizard.

Strange regained his composure as he continued. “I need you to come with me. It’s quite literally a matter of life or death.”

Your hard glare faded and in turn you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Ghosts are pouring into our world, their reach is now far outside of Amity Park.” Your eyes widened when the wizard said this. You figured you shouldn’t be surprised that Strange knew of this, but you really weren’t sure how to react. “And I know you’re a little more than familiar about ghosts...considering your biology.” Now you really didn’t know how to react. You dropped your arms as you tilted your head towards Tucker.

“So much for that day off.”

Sanctum Santorum

Wanda stepped out of the room as the back and forth between the boys started. She needed a moment to herself to think, she needed air. She made her way to the rooftop and leaned on the edge, looking over the city.

She knew that her life would always entail having to deal with potential world ending threats. It was that way when she was an Avenger, and even more so now after becoming the Scarlet Witch. It got tiring, but she wouldn’t give up the responsibility. Not after Westview. Besides, it beat the alternative that Agatha had predicted for her, destroying the world.

But damn, a break would be nice.

Ghosts? Seriously? She guessed that she really shouldn’t be surprised that they exist, over the last year she’s seen some crazy stuff, but ghosts seemed like a scary concept. And not in a ‘Halloween spooky’ kind of way, it was more of a fear of the unknown. If all ghosts had the same capabilities as the Fenton girl had, she had no idea how she would be able to combat that.

Speaking of the Fenton girl, she couldn’t help but be intrigued. From what she’s seen and heard, the girl knew what she was doing, so she failed to see why she and the rest of the team had to get involved. Still, she figured that they should do whatever they could to help stop this threat.

She also agreed with Peter in that she was ‘awesome’, but she wasn’t about to voice that.

She took a deep breath as she bowed her head, calming her nerves. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe it could be easily fixed and they could all get back to their lives quickly. She knew that was unrealistic, but she had to have a sliver of hope every now and again or she’d go insane.

“Wanda!” She heard Peter’s voice in her head, way too loudly. She cringed as she held her head.

“Peter, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to be so loud.”

“Sorry, Wanda. Doctor Strange told me to tell you to come back down. Y/n is here.”

“Okay, thank you Peter.” She felt the boy’s presence leave her mind as she picked her head up. She shook her head, ridding herself of the pain while preparing herself as she headed downstairs.

A Few Moments Before

The telltale orange sparks started forming in the main hall of the Sanctum. Soon after, a portal opened and Strange had stepped out, but this time was followed by two people. A woman who was looking around in a mix of confusion and awe, and a man who seemed to be bursting with excitement.

“Whoa! What was that!? That was so cool!” The man turned to the woman in excitement. “Was that magic!?”

“Yeah Tuck, but we gotta be cool here, okay?” The woman told ‘Tuck’ in a hushed whisper.

“Right, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I had the same reaction.” Peter piped up with a smile. He walked over to the two new figures, hand stretched out. “I’m Peter Parker.”

“Tucker Foley.” Tucker’s smile reappeared as he shook the boy’s hand excitedly.

Peter turned to the woman standing next to him. “And you’re Y/n Fenton, right?” You chuckled as you grabbed Peter’s hand, shaking it as well.

“I guess I’m famous around here.” 

“We just found out about your existence an hour ago, but I suppose you can call it fame.” Loki piped up, and you turned to him. Eyes widening a second later.

“Holy shit! Aren’t you the guy who led the alien invasion in New York?”

“That was over ten years ago, darling, let’s leave the past in the past.” Loki shrugged. “Besides, I’m doing the whole ‘hero’ thing now.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

“It varies.”

“Okay that’s enough for the introductions, now-” Strange started before Peter cut him off.

“Wait, what about Wanda?” 

“Get her down here while I catch our new guests up.” Peter nodded as he began to call to Wanda with his mind. “Now, Y/n, you’ve done a lot of good over the last few years. Keeping the ghostly threat contained to Amity Park while the rest of the world remains none the wiser is quite impressive.”

“Aw, thanks.” You smirked with a shrug.

“However, those efforts might have only delayed this.” Before you could ask what the wizard was talking about, he brought up an illusion showing ghosts starting to spill through tears that were seemingly in mid air. “The Ghost Realm is starting to tear into our own.”

“Wait, the what?” You asked, causing Strange to falter slightly.

“The Ghost Realm?” He responded with a raise of his brow.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Um, where all of the ghosts are coming from? The source of your powers? You’ve been dealing with it for years-”

“Oh!” You shouted, finally realizing. “Yeah, we’ve been calling that the Ghost Zone.” You started to chuckle, Tucker joining, but everyone else remained silent for a moment.

“Right...” Strange proceeded. “Well the ‘Ghost Zone’ is starting to become a problem everywhere. We need your help.”

You coughed as you regained your composure, turning serious. “How is this even possible?”

“We were hoping you knew.”

“Look, I might know a lot about the Ghost Zone, but I don’t know everything. I’ve kinda just been dealing with it as it came for the last five years.”

“Well, it looks like you’re about to get a lot more proficient.” Loki said. Before Y/n could respond though, a new presence entered the room.

Wanda walked into the main hall where she found everyone in a heated discussion. She walked in further when she finally spotted the two new faces. A nerdy looking man, and the woman who she recognized as Y/n Fenton. She took a moment to observe her. She was in casual clothing, a white t-shirt covered with a red sweat jacket with jeans and red sneakers. A brown messenger bag slung across her body, indicating that she was on her way somewhere before she was brought here.

Wanda had only really seen Y/n in her Phantom form, since that was the only relevant part of her that they needed to know at the time, but she couldn’t help but think that the human side was captivating as well.

Wait a minute, what?

No, she wasn’t supposed to be looking at other people like this. Not after Vision. She never even thought someone else could turn her head again for one, but she also felt like she was betraying Vision and all they had by even simply staring at someone else for too long.

She coughed, as she tried to get rid of those thoughts, but in doing so she garnered the attention of everyone else in the room.

“Oh, good. Y/n, this is the Scarlet Witch. Otherwise known as Wanda Maximoff.” Strange had introduced her, and she gave a small smile along with a shy wave in response.

You, however, did not have the same welcoming response. You straightened up as your face tightened, eyes widening slightly. You recognized that name. “Wanda Maximoff...as in ‘Westview’ Wanda Maximoff?” You asked the room, however your eyes never left Wanda, who’s face now dropped.

The room stood in silence for a moment before Peter spoke up. “Yeah, um, we don’t really bring that up.”

“Yeah? Well, I am.” Before anyone could register what was happening, You changed into Phantom and blasted a powerful ghost ray towards Wanda. 

The blast hit her square on, knocking her to the ground. The witch shook the attack off quickly as she stood up. The awe that she had previously while staring at you was now replaced with anger, as she shifted from her current outfit into the Scarlet Witch. Hands and eyes glowing red, as your own hands and eyes glowed green. The two women stared each other down as the men stared in varying states of shock. 

Tucker was the only one who seemed to know what was going on as he brought his hand up and grabbed the bridge of his nose. “Oh man.”

“What the hell was that for!?” Wanda asked, almost shouting in anger. Your face didn’t waver however. You gritted the next words out, as you were also seething in anger.

“My sister was there.”

Everyone stood in silence for a few moments after the revelation, not sure how to continue. Wanda remained standing, but the red faded from her eyes and hands. Her gaze fell downwards for a moment as she straightened up. After no-one spoke for several moments, you continued. “I hope your little sitcom fantasy was worth it, cause Jazz is still going to therapy because of you.” You scoffed. “You didn’t even have the decency to give her a speaking part. Just one of your little extras.” 

Wanda sighed as tears started to spring to her eyes at the reminder. She shifted back into her normal clothing. “Look, I really am sorry for the pain I caused. I truly didn’t know at the time.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You scoffed before turning to address the rest of the room. “She’s a fucking terrorist. Actually, now that I think about it, what the hell am I doing in a room with all of you!?” 

You looked around briefly before pointing at Loki harshly. “You’re a fucking psychopath who almost took over the world!” Loki shot his hands up in surrender as you turned to point at Strange next.

“You were part of the fight in New York that killed my parents!” Strange’s eyes widened slightly at the revelation, but he didn’t get to say anything as you turned to Wong. 

“I know you were there too!” You finished by landing on Peter. 

“And you-” You cut yourself off as you realized you didn’t have anything against the kid. Still, you were stubborn and too into your rant to stop there. “I actually don’t know anything about you, but I’m sure you’re no good if you’re hanging around these freaks!”

“We’re the freaks?” Loki asked incredulously, as he couldn’t help himself. “Sweetheart, you’re basically dead.”

“Better being dead than a fucking murderer.” You seethed out. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t care. My responsibility is to my home and to those I love, that’s it. I never signed up for this life, and even if I did, I definitely wouldn’t wanna work with any of you.” You began to float and move over to Tucker, who had been watching the whole exchange in silence. You grabbed his arm, taking you up with you. “Good luck, sounds like you’re gonna need it. I’m out of here.”

With that you began to fly up, Tucker in your arms. You sped up heading towards the ceiling. You were about to go intangible to phase out of the building, when suddenly, your ghost ring appeared around your waist and separated, turning you back into a human.

Your eyes widened as you and Tucker began to plummet back to the floor, but before you both hit it, red wisps surrounded you both, breaking the fall. They didn’t last long though, as a second later the disappeared, making you both hit the ground harshly. Tucker rubbed his arm as you brought your hands up to look at them, wondering what happened.

“What the hell was that!?” You asked as you looked back up to the people in the room.

“I went into your mind and triggered your transformation.” Wanda answered, and you could’ve sworn you saw a slight smirk on her face. Your face hardened once again.

“Stay the hell out of my head.”

“Alright, enough!” Strange shouted, finally putting an end to this. “Y/n, I understand your hesitation. I do. You don’t have to like us, you don’t even have to trust us, but believe me when I say we cannot do this without you. You may be angry at the world, hell all of us are, but we need you to put that aside.” 

You stood up, offering a helping hand to Tucker, but your gaze remained on Strange. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t ignore the severity of the situation. No matter how much you wanted to. You hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.

“Okay. So what do we do now?”

[hawkinsindiana]

this changes things

ALMOST PARADISE: PART THREE - CHAPTER FOUR OF ELEVEN (!!)

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 2.3k

a/n: we’re back to eleven chapters baby!!!! this one ended up being longer than i thought. i know i usually post on friday nights, but i couldn’t help but give you all a lil valentine’s day treat. pls enjoy!!!!

masterlist

Steve’s nervous. 

It’s down to the wire; there's only a few short weeks left of his final high school semester. Four out of five college applications have been rejected. Each one received has fed the anxiety more and more. 

Every day that passes without a lick of news from the remaining university has him reconsidering everything. His education. His career. His future.

The only thing Steve knows about his future is that he wants you in it, in whichever form that might be. You’re the constant. Without you, he’s afraid he’d eventually go back to being that person he was before. You make him want to be better. Trying to be worthy of you gives Steve purpose. 

He imagined that getting a college education would help keep him on that path. It seems farther away with each rejection letter he receives. 

Steve hasn’t told you that he hasn’t gotten into any so far. He’s afraid of disappointing you, especially after everything you’ve done for him. 

The spring of ‘85 has been particularly unforgiving. It’s been storming all week - the air still hangs with that familiar smell of rain soaked concrete. You read that the Hawkins Post reported a record amount of rainfall; the local stream overflowed and flooded a few basements. 

The mail is still damp when Steve retrieves it after practice. It sticks to his fingers as he shuffles through each envelope, drying his sneakers on the welcome mat. 

And then his eyes linger on one addressed to him; Steve nearly drops his backpack when he sees who sent it. 

Haphazardly, he tosses the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter as he contemplates whether to even open the damn thing. Steve’s pretty sure he knows the answer. Is it an answer he wants?

Whatever the words inside this parcel read, it changes Steve’s life forever. His future is planned from the moment he breaks the seal - there would be no going back. Either he stays here in Hawkins, trapped by an education he neglected for far too long, or he gets to take a step to distance himself from this shitty town and prove his worth. 

Steve isn’t a fan of the former option.

He wishes you were here to read it for him. He’d rather you tell him the news; hearing it come from your lips would make it easier. 

By the time Steve decides to open it, a few minutes have passed. Why does this feel like the scariest thing he’s ever done?

Due to the water, some of the ink bled through the paper; pieces of the letter are illegible. But at the top, a familiar phrase answers his question: Unfortunately, we regret to inform you-

Steve curses, angrily throwing the envelope and its contents into the trash. He refuses to read anymore. 

He has no one to blame but himself. Maybe that’s why he’s so angry. There were multiple opportunities for him to change course and put effort into his schoolwork. By the time he finally tried, it was too late. 

Thunder booms in the distance once Steve parks his car beside your mother’s. He doesn’t remember deciding to come here; the only thing he can recall is grabbing the keys, without a destination in mind. His heart brought him to your warmth. 

As Steve gets out of the car, he wonders if this was maybe a bad idea. It isn’t very often that he feels afraid to face you - he’s scared of your reaction, and the outcome that could follow.

He knew that he could love you, that he could fall just as hard as you did for him. But admitting it to himself, and then you - he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do it again. That phrase has left a sour taste in his mouth, one that Steve hopes he can wash away. Because you deserve to hear it too. 

Maybe he’s closer to saying it than he thought, perhaps that’s why he’s so scared to tell you. Maybe-

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” Dustin’s voice startles Steve, who turns to see the boy walking his bike up the driveway. Steve fumbles his response, head spinning with thoughts about you, “I don’t, uh-”

Dustin interrupts him, not noticing the nerves Steve displays, “Hey, you should come in! It’s mac ‘n cheese night.” 

Steve hangs his head in defeat, knowing that he’s going to follow your brother inside. He can’t say no to this kid. 

Dustin hangs up his raincoat once the pair of them enter the house; the bell on Tews’ collar jingles as they run to greet the boys. The kitten weaves between Steve’s legs before he kneels down to give them a few pets. 

“That you, Dusty?” Your mother calls from within; clattering silverware echoes from the kitchen. Steve chuckles at the nickname. Dustin punches him in the bicep. 

He kicks off his shoes as he replies, “Hey Mom! Get out another bowl - look who I found loitering around.” 

Steve scoffs, shoving Dustin as they walk forward through the threshold into the living room. Your mom moves to welcome them; her warm smile widens when she sees Steve by her son’s side, “Well look who it is! Steve, sweetheart, how are you?”

He’s baffled by her every time he shares a meal with your family. Her kind soul is infectious, and drastically different from the parents he was raised by. Steve tries not to think about the fact her beloved pet is secretly buried out back - he’s reminded of it whenever he sees her. 

“I’m good, Mrs. Henderson. How are you?” Steve answers, returning her grin. She envelops him in a quick hug, “How many times am I going to have to tell you? Just call me Claudia, hon.”

Steve laughs along with her as he follows her to the kitchen, “I think you’ll need to remind me one more time.”

And then his eyes meet yours from across the room. They smile nearly as much as your lips at the sight of him; your heart flutters at this unexpected surprise. 

When you catch onto the sadness in his expression, the corners of your mouth drop. It’s obvious to you that something’s wrong. Steve doesn’t usually stop by without an invitation; something must’ve happened. 

Throughout dinner, you take mental notes on his deflated behavior. It’s subtle enough to fool your family, but you know him better. With each minute that passes, the more anxious you become to hear the cause. So when he volunteers to help you with the dishes, as he always does, you know it’s only a matter of time. 

“How was practice?” You ask before drying off a cup. Steve takes it from your hand as he replies, “Uh, it was good. Although it’s annoying that we’re still practicing even though the season’s over.”

You hum in agreement as he places the glass on the shelf. Steve glances back at you briefly, “What about you? What’d you get up to?”

A beat passes - you’re looking for the words to describe your afternoon. Maybe not the words, but the courage. It’s only when he turns around, brow creased, do you answer him. 

“I studied at Nancy’s,” You say. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise, “Oh yeah? How’d that go?”

You nod your head, focusing your gaze onto the floor, “It was nice, actually. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.”

“Now when you say studying…” He trails off for a moment as he thinks, “You two didn’t… exchange notes about me or anything, did you?”

Steve’s growing smirk makes you laugh; you hit him playfully with the towel, “No! And I haven’t told her, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

A part of him can’t help but be relieved. There’s no limit to what you two could chat about.

“We just ended up talking about college most of the time,” You add, “She wanted to know some tips since she’ll be applying soon.”

Steve grabs a plate to dry; in order to try and quell his anxiety, he has to do something productive. But your mind recognizes it as a distraction - you’re no stranger to coping mechanisms. 

“Have you figured out where you’re gonna go yet?” He questions, praying your answer isn’t far; lightning flashes outside the kitchen window, followed closely by the low rumble of thunder. 

You sigh as you lean back against the counter, “I’m not sure. Nancy was helping me talk through my options earlier, but it’s such a big decision to make. I wanna make sure it’s the right fit.”

Steve nods slightly, forehead creasing as he wipes his hands on the towel. And by the way he clenches his jaw at your reply, you know that this is the source of contention. 

You nudge his leg with your foot, “What about you? Get any responses back?”

The breath hitches in Steve’s throat; there’s no way this conversation doesn’t end with his reveal. The longer it takes for him to speak, the more concerned you grow. 

“I, uh-“ A sigh passes his lips as he grips the counter, keeping his focus away from you. He doesn’t want to witness your reaction. 

“I didn’t get in,” Steve mutters. He exhales, shaking his head in disbelief; until now, it almost didn’t seem real. It took admitting it to you for his brain to accept it. 

You shift on your feet, unsure of what to say. Over the past few weeks, you and Steve had been discussing how your relationship would persist once you both had made your college commitments. This wasn’t an outcome either of you prepared for. 

“Holy shit, Steve. I’m sorry…” You whisper. Steve pushes his face into his hands; his voice is muffled from behind his palms, “Yeah, yeah… holy shit.” 

You don’t hesitate any more to comfort him. Steve straightens as you place your hands on his arms; he melts into your touch, unable to prevent you from turning his body to face yours. 

“Hey, it’ll be fine,” You reassure him, “College isn’t the only option, you know. There are other things you could do.” 

The expression on Steve’s face breaks your heart. You’d do anything to wipe it away and brighten his mood. But Steve just sighs again, appreciating your efforts to help him, but nothing seems to be working. 

“How’d your parents react?” You ask. The only thing keeping Steve grounded to this moment is the firm grip you have on his shoulders; he thinks he’d float away without it. 

He scoffs a bit; the sound breaks the deafening silence that formed as he thought of a response. His eyes are still focused downwards as he finally answers you, “They don’t know yet. I just got the last letter today. I couldn’t think of going anywhere else.”

When your fingers brush against his cheek, Steve instinctively moves his hands to rest on your waist, “I’m sorry, I just-”

Steve finally lifts his head. Your eyes are wide, pupils filled to the brim with nothing but your fondness for him. All of a sudden, he’s confused why he was so scared to tell you. He realizes that he never should’ve doubted you. 

“I was scared this would change things. Or that you’d be disappointed in me or some shit.”

Your brow furrows as you laugh softly - baffled by his words, “What could ever make you think that I’d be disappointed in you?” 

A flash of previous memories answers your own question. You decide not to pull on that thread anymore. 

“This changes things,” You mutter. Your eyeline drops as you pause, choosing your words carefully before continuing, “But it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Finally, Steve feels a bit of relief. The sincerity in your voice calms the fear, and a deep exhale allows him to let it go. Your compassion and understanding permits him to begin thinking clearly again. He knew there was a reason he came here. 

You’re right though. This does change how you both navigate the future. But with you here to support him, Steve figures he’ll be just fine. 

“I mean…” The corner of your mouth curls up at the thought that pops into your head, “The only way my opinion of you changes is if you killed my brother or something like that.”

Steve chuckles slightly, “But Mike’s still fair game?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” You quip, “He’s had it comin’ for a while.” 

Even though your voices are hushed, the joke still makes you crack a pair of brilliant smiles; it almost makes Steve forget about his future for a moment. Standing here in your arms, Steve can’t help but realize how safe he feels. 

And then you sigh, reaching up to brush back a lock of his brunette hair - the sensation of your touch fills Steve with something new, something different. A direct contrast to the violent storm brewing outside, this is soft, warm, and golden. Like daylight.

Your eyes meet again. Honestly, he’s not sure he ever wants to look at anything else. 

Your hand lands on his chest, “This doesn’t make me love you any less.”

Steve throws caution to the wind - he kisses you. And already, you can tell that this is one you’ll remember. His lips are soft against yours, but without sacrificing an ounce of passion. You almost forget that someone could walk in and expose your relationship; when Steve finally pulls away, it doesn’t matter anyways.

As if you weren’t left breathless enough from his kiss, the words he mutters afterwards could’ve done it themselves. 

With one of his trademark smirks plastered across his face, Steve moves to hold your head between his palms, “Fuck, I love you.”

You kiss him again so quickly that you both didn’t have enough time to wipe the twinkling grins from your lips. Your noses are squished against each other, but neither of you cares enough. Your shared love dulls the pain. 

Steve smiles into the kiss even further. This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

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Speak Easy Part 11

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

Words : 4125

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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The longer you sat in the car the more uncomfortable you got. You knew you looked like a mess, and by the way Dabi was trying really hard not to look at you, it must be really bad.

“I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure you have… doesn’t make me okay with it.”

You would have rolled your eyes if you didn’t think the action would hurt your head. “I’m fine. You’ve literally stabbed and drowned me before.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “How long are you going to throw that in my face? They were both in your best interest and I’m done apologizing for them.”

His anxiety and anger were written all over his features from his tense shoulders to his cold stare at the road in front of him. You reached over to run your fingers through his hair, knowing the simple action would help ease his nerves. However, your sore muscles and possibly bruised ribs throbbed in pain and made you hiss through your teeth and your hand ended up gripping his elbow instead.

“What was that about being fine?” His tone wasn’t as antagonistic as you had thought it would be. Instead it sounded a little distressed.

It finally clicked why he was so upset. He had told you before you left that he would keep you safe. In his head he failed. You knew he had a rough time coping with failure thanks to Endeavor’s less than ideal parenting. Dabi can pretend that his childhood doesn’t affect him anymore all he likes, but you saw through it.

“None of this was your fault. You know that, right?”

The car remained silent as he continued to stare ahead.

“I’m serious. I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. If anything, it’s my fault. I let go of your hand after you asked me more than once not to. I froze when he attacked me.” Now you were just working yourself up. “And holy shit was I rusty with my quirk. Like I may as well have not used it at all. He was able to shake out of my word binding like it was nothing.”

Back in your prime you would have been able to take a guy like that down with little to no effort. You looked down to your scraped hands and knees. Felt the pain in your ribs with every breath you took. And you knew there was a decent chance you had a concussion. “How did I manage to slip this far?”

Now it was his turn to reach out and put his hand on your thigh. It was almost humorous how quickly he could shift moods when he thought you needed him. “Just a small hiccup. It was your first real fight in years. That guy was a trained assassin, and you still managed to incapacitate him. Next time you won’t hesitate. We’ll work on it at home, if it makes you feel better.”

You intertwined your fingers with his and nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

The rest of the car ride was quiet as you both let yourself stew in your own thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous place to be. Not only where you having a minor melt down about your recent fight, but you were still trying to cope with the fact you just watched Dabi murder someone.

As a hero that was something that was a massive taboo. You only did it if you absolutely had to and even then, you were still scrutinized. The man was paralyzed and couldn’t mood. You could have called one of the guys to come pick him up. Dabi insisted that if you let them put the man in prison, it would just be handing him over to the same people who were looking for you. Right now, no one knows that you’re with Dabi. That kind of information would be invaluable to both heroes and villains who were currently looking for you.

There was a sick feeling of despair that was settling in your stomach as you started to realize that Dabi might have been right. You didn’t want to accept it though. Your whole life you were trained to value human life, even if that life belonged to a bad person. But at this point you couldn’t figure out how much of your life as a hero was even real. How much you still agreed with. You were finding it was hard to even differentiate who was bad and who was good. It was enough to make your head spin.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head on the cold glass window as the spinning only seemed to increase.

“Hey… Hey don’t do that. Keep your eyes open and stay awake. You probably have a concussion.”

“If I keep my eyes open, I’m going to throw up. My head is spinning.” You put your head in your hands and rubbed your temples.

“Okay… so you definitely have a concussion. Hold on we’re almost home.” You didn’t open your eyes, but you could feel the car pick up speed. For a while the only sound in the car was the low hum of the engine as Dabi sped home. He knew it’d be easier to calm down once you were safe within it’s walls.

Before long the car slowed down as it approached the garage. You kept your eyes closed as you listened to Dabi’s quick steps around the car. He opened your door gently to keep you from falling out of the car. You heard his breath catch and you wondered if you really looked that bad.

“Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.” Out of instinct, you reached your arms up to him just like you did when he carried you everywhere. Without a moment’s hesitation he slotted his arms under your knees and behind your back and pulled you out of the car. It sent jolts of pain through your ribs, but you bit your lip to keep yourself from making a sound.

The trip from the garage to the bathroom was shorter than you would have liked. You were enjoying the feeling being caged in his strong arms, snuggling into his warm chest. He gently set you on the toilet, brushing some hair away from you face, careful to avoid any area that might be bruised or bleeding. “I’m going to turn the water on, but real quick, while the water heats up I’m going to go get the groceries out of the car.”

If your eyes were open, you would be narrowing them at him right now. “…You’re worried about the ice cream aren’t you?”

There was a moment of silence that just confirmed it. “Shut up…Don’t pretend you wouldn’t be sad if you couldn’t have ice cream after the shitty day you’ve had.”

You snorted, “I’d rather have a shot… but I have a feeling you won’t let me because of the whole mild head injury thing…. So…” You opened your eyes and waved towards the bathroom door. “Go get it before it melts. I can take it from here.”

He sprinted out of the bathroom yelling “Don’t fucking move until I get back!” as he left. He said not to move, but you could at least try to start undressing yourself. That shouldn’t be too hard.

You started with your shoes. Easy enough, just kicked them right off with no problem. Now it’s time for your dress. That was a whole different story. You tried several times, but you couldn’t seem to be able to pull past your chest without some part of you hurting.

You desperately wanted to get undressed and into the shower yourself. There was probably some part of you that was still feeling a little defeated and insecure after your fight. You had this weird need to prove you could do it by yourself even though realistically you couldn’t, and not only that you didn’t have too.

You knew Dabi would help, hell he would probably be pissed if you tried to do this without him. Just as much as you wanted to do this alone, he wanted to take care of you probably even more. He was also still feeling the sting of perceived failure. So, what were you going to do?

You surprised even yourself when you sighed and leaned back deciding to wait for Dabi. Logically you knew the only you were going to do this without hurting yourself further was to let him help. It was what was physically best for you. It also would help him get over his own pity party, so in a way it was what was best for him too.

“Oh wow… you actually listened.” Dabi was back and making his way towards you with a first aid kit that looked like it had seen some shit.

“Not on purpose. I tried to get my dress off… but it just hurt, so I gave up and decided I’d wait for you to do it for me.”

He placed the kit on the counter and squatted between your legs. “I’m about to say something that I know you’ll think is sarcastic, but I promise it’s not… Thank you for giving up.” He gently pulled the hem of your dress up until he could pull it over your front. If he was affected by the fact that you were sitting in front of him in only a pair of underwear, then he didn’t show it.

He quietly appraised your injuries with a serious face. “Other than your head and your ribs does anything stand out at overly painful? Can you rotate and bend all of your joints?”

One by one you checked your wrists, shoulders, ankles, knees, and lastly your neck. “I think they’re all fine. Sore in some spots, but nothing too bad.”

He nodded as he started to clean the dried blood off of your forehead. “You have a lot of scrapes, but those will be fine. I just want to get this nasty cut on your forehead cleaned up.” He bit his lip, “I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m supposed to do for your ribs though… or what you’re supposed to do for concussions.”

You winced as he pressed a little too hard onto the gash in your forehead, “It’s fine… that’s what Google’s for right?”

He apparently didn’t think that was very funny. He just grunted as he continued his dabbing. When he considered himself done, he put a bandage over it. “I was kinda hoping you could show off your surgical staple skills. We could be twins.”

“That’s not funny.” His blue eyes fixed on you, you could see something cracking in them. “Okay maybe it’s a little funny… I might laugh about it tomorrow… but right now… not funny.”

He reached a hand into the shower to test the temperature. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up. We just need to try and keep your bandage dry, if that’s even possible.”

He was helping you stand up to get into the shower, but you stopped him right before you got in. “I’m sorry… I feel like ever since I got here all you’ve done nothing but take care of me.” You took a step into the shower. “I promise I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

He quickly stripped out of his clothes and got in behind you. “Stop with that shit. It’s like I said earlier today, just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.” His fingers started massaging into your sore muscles in your back, “I promise I don’t mind. I know you’re a big girl, I know you’re capable, but you’re also mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”

His fingers moved to base of you scalp and started rubbing firm circles, and you practically purred at the action. It felt so damn good. He leaned over your shoulder and pressed a kiss just below your ear. “I know you got a little beat up today, and I know you’re a little disappointed, but at the end of the day you’re the one who walked away. I’m still proud of you. You fought hard against someone who has been trained to kill top ranked heroes. Next time I’m sure you won’t even need me.” He kissed your shoulder and his hands ghosted around to your hips. His fingers so soft you almost couldn’t feel them. “I’m going to start training with you.” His fingers brushed up your sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of your breasts. “We’re going to turn you into someone they wouldn’t dare fuck with again.”

His hands heated up slightly as they very gently hovered over your ribs. The warmth felt great against your aching bones. You closed your eyes and leaned back against him and let him take his time rinsing all the blood and dirt from your body. Every once in a while, his hands would linger, rubbing small circles or massaging your sore muscles.

When he turned the water off it felt like it had been hours since you stepped in and your limbs felt like jelly.

That’s how you ended up wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, lying on Dabi’s chest with his arms around you. You don’t know when you drifted off but thankfully there were no bad memories waiting for you when you did. You slept deeply and soundly, making up for the restless sleep you had last night. When your little mid-day nap ended you woke up still feeling sore, but well rested.

You stretched the best you could, before blinking your eyes open. You had expected to see Dabi curled up next to you, but was surprised to find an empty bed.

He better not have snuck out again to track people down. You weren’t in any shape to take care of him if he came back hurt again.

Something felt weird as you sat up, there was a weird pressure on your neck, almost like you were wearing a heavy necklace. Your fingers flew up to find a collar and your eyes immediately welled with tears as the memory of have having the medical collar on in the lab pushed to the front of your brain. Your fingers dug into it trying to rip it off, but you couldn’t. In your panic your nails dug into the skin of your neck. There was no latch that you could find, and it was leading to a gnawing fear in the pit of your stomach. “DABI!!”

Your voice sounded hysterical and terrified even to you. But you couldn’t help it.

The door to his room slammed open a few seconds later as he ran inside. His eyes assessed the situation and settled on the source of your panic. His hands replaced yours pulling your nails away from your neck. “Hey shhh, calm down. You’re safe. Just breath.”

You tried to do what he said, but your breathing was getting tighter. “I-I need it off! I cant- I cant breath!” You felt a tear slip down your cheek. “Please! Dabi get it off of me!”

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “No… no you are stronger than this. It’s just a glorified necklace. It can’t hurt you. Look at me y/n!” Your eyes met his cool blue ones. “It’s just a pretty collar for my pretty girl. I told you earlier today if you let go of my hand again, I’d put you in a collar. You did, and it ended up in you almost getting kidnapped.” His thumb rubbed your cheek, soaking up some stray tears you weren’t aware you had shed. “I don’t make idle threats… and besides if you let me show you, I think you’ll actually like it.”

Your breathing slowly started to even out as your eyes started to look more focused. “Good girl. See there’s no danger here.”

When you felt yourself come back to reality you slapped his chest. “Asshole! You had to have known that wasn’t going to go well! You should have asked first!”

He grabbed your hand before you could slap him again. “I mentioned it earlier and you didn’t say anything. If anything, you looked turned on… so sue me.” He took your hand and led you over to the bathroom.

He placed you in front of him so you could see. It was a pretty shade of pink with a metal heart looped in the front. From the heart hung a tiny Sakura flower. It really was pretty.

“It’s not just a fashion statement okay, it’s functional. Consider it support gear. It has a chip in it that can only be tracked if you turn it on and only by people that have the code. Don’t worry it’s currently turned off.” He pointed to a little metal button on the side. “There’s another button over here that lets you record something and then play it back louder so it reaches more people. It also acts like a communication device. You can connect with me, Minimight, Squirt, and the angry Pomeranian. It’s voice activated.” He tapped the button and held it down until you heard a beeping noise. “Call backup plan.”

You heard a ringing before an angry Katsuki answered the phone. “Who the fuck is this?”

“Hey! Lose the tude it’s just me!”

Before he could answer you, Dabi cut him off. “It’s her new com device. Save it.” Then he clicked the button ending the call.

He looked smug. You’d have to figure out how to reprogram the names later. “It also can track your vitals, but before you give me the look I know you’re going to give me. It only sends updates to the people you have programmed into it, and only if it registers that you are in critical or life-threatening conditions.”

Your fingers came up and touched the flower that dangled from it. “Ok… but how do I take it off?”

Happy you were warming up to the idea of it, “Voice command. Just push the button and say ‘naked’ and the latch will open. You can also say ‘attack’ and some pretty little spikes come out, keeping anyone from putting their hands around your neck. Pretty cool right?”

You sighed, “I can admit it’s cool… but can you please admit you should have asked first? I had to wear a collar for years in the lab… it’s what kept me under their control.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way you looked in the mirror. Totally naked other than the collar. His eyes looked practically feral. “I regret that it scared you. But I warned you and you didn’t tell me it was a limit. That is due to a lack of communication on your side.” His hands slid around to your front pulling your back against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants. “God you look so fucking hot. Bruises and all.”

He began to grind against your ass, and you found yourself leaning over the sink and pushing back into him. You knew you were already wet, and you needed some friction to relieve the ache between your legs.

“Oh fuuuuck baby girl. You want it? You want me to bend you over this counter and take you?”

You whined and pushed back into him harder, “Please… but- but.” You groaned as his hand came up to tweak your nipple.

“What was that? Come on use your words.”

You arched your back, pushing your breast further into his hand. “Be gentle...”

His lips found your neck, “Of course baby. I’m not a monster.”

You felt him push his shorts down to his ankles and moments later you felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “You’re already so god damn wet.” He pushed into you slowly. Almost too slowly. It took everything in you not to shove yourself back onto him. You had asked him to be gentle, and that’s what he was trying to do.

You let out a moan of relief when he was fully inside you. His chest pressed tightly against your back his hands reaching out to yours and lacing your fingers together.

It was slow, it was slow and sweet. You thought at first it would drive you crazy, but you were eventually overwhelmed at the intimacy of it all. He wasn’t just fucking you. He wasn’t just chasing his own high. He was gentle, and loving, and every stroke felt like a promise. His lips were kissing every part of you he could reach. Your temple, your cheek, your neck, your shoulder.

“So perfect.” He groaned at the effort it took to keep his hips from picking up their pace. “Such a perfect girl for me. So fucking pretty and strong. Ahhhh” His hips stuttered just slightly. “Fuck baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”

You tried to control it, but it was almost impossible. Your quirk activated. Your feelings spilled over through your touch. His gasp got stuck in his throat. “I’m sorry I can’t control it right now. I just feel – ah- so fucking good.”

You were both sweaty messes at this point, practically glued together. “Shit don’t apologize. It’s crazy how much I love that. I love making you feel good, show me how good I make you feel.”

You hummed at the pleasure that was singing in your veins. You were so close and Dabi could feel it. Both through your quirk and the way your walls started to flutter around him. You were about to beg for him to let you come when a beeping sound came from your collar making him slow down nearly to a stop. “Fuck.. no no no. I was so close, please.”

Dabi chuckled. “Someone’s calling you, say hello.” Your eyes bulged open as he hit the button to answer the call.

“Uh.. hello?”

“Y/n? What the fuck was that earlier? Did staple dick get you a phone?” This was not good. You looked at Dabi’s devilish grin in the mirror as he slowly started thrusting into you again as he mouthed, ‘talk to him’

You bit a moan back absolutely mortified. “Hey Kats. Something like that.” Dabi’s hand wrapped your long hair around his hand and pulled to make you look at him through the mirror. His pace picking up. You could hear your breath begin to sound labored and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he pieced it together. “Now’s not the best time, can I call you later?”

“Y/n… are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath?”

You coughed in an attempt to cover up one of your moans, “I’m fine, just tired. Dabi and I are… training.”

There was a beat of silence on his end as Dabi continued his hard, slow thrusts into you. “Training my ass. Call me when you guys are done fucking… The mic on whatever you’re using is really good. I’ve already heard more than I want too.”

You went to hit the button to end the call but Dabi grabbed your hand and put it back on the counter preventing it. “Ah- Sorry Kat-SUKI!” Dabi pinched your clit with his other hand causing you to moan in response. Your face turned a dark shade of red at the fact that Katsuki had just heard that.

“Dabi… I know you’re listening and you’re a fucking asshole.” You sighed in relief when you heard the sound signaling that he had hung up.

Dabi started laughing loudly as picked up his pace just slightly. “Teach him to want what’s mine.”

You felt tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes as your orgasm built to its breaking point. “DABI! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. AH!”

You felt your orgasm rip though you and it was intense. Dabi cooed praises in your ear that you couldn’t quite hear as he continued to ride you though it. “Good giiiiiirl!”

“I’m close doll, where do you want it?”

Your eyes almost rolled back, “Inside. Cum inside me please.”

“My baby girl want’s my cum. Of course, she does. What my girl want’s she gets!” He slammed into you a few more times before you felt his hot ropes coating your insides. “Gonna bread my pretty girl one of these days. Gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

He collapsed but managed to keep his weight off of you. After a few moments of the both of you panting he sat up, pulled out of you and kissed the back of your neck. “God I love this collar.”

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Obsession - Tamaki

Synopsis: (MxF) Tamaki is y/n's stepbrother, ever since she came into his life all those years ago he's wanted no one but her. He's tired of hearing y/n's boyfriend use her body when he knows he could do it so much better. He knows what he's about to do is wrong but he just can't seem to help himself.

Warnings: Language, DUBCON, adultery, slight domming, STEPCEST, slight tentacles, toy use, pervy Tamaki, panty sniffing, mentions of alcohol, spit, facial, oral, creampie, bruising

(3rd POV)

The dictionary definition of obsession is: an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. That's exactly what was constantly stuck in Tamaki's mind every second of the day. The thought of her bent over her bed with the sheets in her mouth and tears cascading down her face while Tamaki was behind her giving her the orgasm of her life was constantly occurring in the man's head.

In their first year, she and him met when their parents introduced them to each other and announced the marriage. Ever since they had their first handshake and Tamaki felt her soft skin he was instantly drawn to her, captivated like an artist to their most finest painting. Since their first hug when he felt her plush tits brush against his chest and his cheeks turned the rosiest of red and he touched himself to sleep that night, to the first time they kissed after a heavily drunken evening when their parents skipped down and they agreed not to mention it again but Tamaki never forgot about that day. He always remembers the way her tongue slid across his and the very quietest of moans that left her mouth when he somehow gathered a handful of courage to bite her lip and pull her hair. Tamaki remembers it all, he knows it's wrong to think of his younger sister that way, but he knew it wasn't as bad as it could be since they weren't actually related, it would be okay, they'd be okay. Least, that's what he kept telling himself every night when he would steal a spare pair of panties to keep as his own just to have that smell of her next to him.

Those thoughts were running especially rampant with Tamaki hearing her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend using her as his own sex toy when she deserves to be treated better. He was locked in his room, hip-thrusting into his pillow with an ear to the wall listening to her barely moan from the "performance" the two of them were putting on.

This wasn't as loud as she could go and Tamaki knew it. He heard those lonely nights when she'd pull out her vibrator and how loud she'd get even though her face was buried into the pillow trying to keep quiet. Tamaki knows how much of a freak she is after he went into her room when she passed out and saw her lying naked with her pretty and pierced nipples laying up and open for him just asking to be sucked, it took everything in Tamaki not to have his way with her then and there.

This time was it, Tamaki had enough with fucking his pillow and whining at how pathetic it was when he could be getting the real thing if he just waited and played his cards right. So he stopped after cumming in his boxers and wiping himself clean and changing boxers, he waited until her spiky blond dog of a boyfriend left without even a goodbye to either of them, he waited until she took a shower to clean herself and get back to her room, he waited up until he heard the low buzzing of her vibrator starting up. He'd make his move now, he knows she needs him, and he's more than happy to help her.

Tamaki's heart lept out of his chest when he finally walked to her door and rested his forehead on it breathing in and out trying to calm himself. His eyes were shut into slits and his hands were shaking, he was right about to turn away until he heard it-

"Ah, fuck."

Her moan sent shivers straight to his cock. His shyness was immediately dissipated as he placed his now relaxed hand on the doorknob and turned it, practically throwing the door open in the process.

When the door hit the side of the wall the girl immediately dropped the toy and covered her bare self with her comforter. The toy rolled off the bed and onto the floor and the faint buzz in the background only drove Tamaki further to her.

"Tama, what? You okay?" She asked with a confused face.

"Lay down." He commanded, totally unlike him she thought.

"Huh? No Tamaki please leave I'm indecent right now."

"You heard what I said, lay down and open the covers." He strode farther into the room and when he got next to the bed she hugged her covers tighter to her chest.

"No-" Before she could protest, Tamaki used one of his tentacles to pull away the covers from her and her bare body was presented to him.

He kissed her with such ferocity and intimacy with one hand behind her head and onto her neck that she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. She knew it was wrong, she had a boyfriend, has, she has a boyfriend, she thought to herself. When Tamaki bit her tongue she moaned once more before pulling herself away and shaking her head.

"Tamaki I can't, what about Bakugo can't do that to him." She whispers to him while wiping her bottom lip with her thumb, not actively trying to cover herself up anymore.

"Y/n, I-I need this and I know you do too. He c-can't make you cum like I can." His normal anxious stutter comes back but his facade of dominance and confidence is still being presented behind it.

She brushes her hair to the back of her head and rubs her palms in her face and is about to protest again before a yelp rips through her mouth as she's pulled downwards on her bed and her head falls into her pillows. Her thighs are propped up onto Tamaki's shoulders and he bites into her thigh which makes her squirm and thrash, not from the feeling of it but from the conflicting emotions coursing through her.

"Tamaki n- ooohhh fuck." Her protest was cut short at the sudden long lick up her lips from the man under her. She goes to speak again but her words get stuck in her throat when she feels two slender fingers split her lips apart and a tongue graze over her clit. Her legs spazz from the sudden hit against her nerves and she's instantly enthralled at the dance happening against her pussy.

She bucks into his face when he enters two fingers inside of her, scissoring and pumping out of her to get her stretched for him. Tamaki's other hand rests on the hook of her pelvic bone and rubs circles in that area trying to comfort her and feel all of her while she takes one hand to tangle between his locks and push him farther into her pussy and she uses her other hand to twist her nipple in between her fingers.

"Holy shit Tama, yes, yes right there please." She breathes out as the man hits a particularly good spot inside of her while curling his fingers and he can already feel how close she is. He smiles into her pussy at his obsession and daydream finally coming true.

"Sssh y/n, you don't want to wake up mom and dad do you?" His words muffled from the muff in his mouth and the girl just rolls her eyes back behind her head and takes in the new speed of his fingers and tongue.

"Y-yes sir." She says, not thinking of it.

Tamaki freezes and a pang of something shoots to his cock, making it stand straighter and harder than before. He pulls away and she whimpers for him and tries to pull him back down but it's with no use as he uses his tentacles to snatch her wrists and move them above her head.

"Say it again." He says standing above her now.

"Sir."

Ecstacy shivers run through his body as he cracks his neck and smiles a wicked smile the girl's never seen before.

"On your stomach for me."

"Yes sir." The girl agrees purely motivated by the ache in her core.

Tamaki bends down to meet her at eye level and smiles as he leans in to kiss her. She smiles back with him and they share the sloppiest kiss they've ever had but the intention behind it is that most passionate thing they've ever tasted. They pull away with a string of saliva between them and the girl smiles up through her eyelashes at Tamaki as she licks it clean.

"Be good for me and take all of my cock alright?"

She nods her head and helps Tamaki step out of his boxers before his cock springs back against his pale stomach. She tries her best to hide the expression on her face but Tamaki notices it before smirking to himself at his pride. He is average size but he is girthier than she's ever seen, girthier than her boyfriend and vibrator are. She gulps and wipes away the shock before wetting her lips with her tongue and opens her mouth wide before Tamaki takes her head in his hand and guides her to his cock with his other.

"Aah, y/n, fuck." Tamaki whimpers out as he lets his head fall backward and his fingers knot into her hair and grip tightly while he waits for her to take him all the best she can. She gets halfway before choking and pulling away but she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath before trying again and this time she gets him all the way in and Tamaki shakes in her mouth at feeling himself in her throat. His moans are quiet but so confident as he rocks his hips against her face with her now cupping his balls helping him get closer to cumming.

The sounds of gulping and moaning and still the slight buzz in the background is all that's heard in the room. She has picked up her pace with blowing him and he's holding onto her head for dear life before he reaches over and smacks her ass cheek as hard as he can and grips it tightly and he feels her moan slide from her mouth and vibrates his dick. He does it to the other one before standing up again and pulls her from his cock.

"You're such a good little sis for me huh?"

"Mhm, just for you sir."

They kiss each other slowly before he lays her onto her back and slides her up and adjusts himself between her legs, lining himself up with her.

"You ready for me?"

"Please do it, I want to cum on your cock Tama."

He moans a deep growl before he slides himself forcefully into her dripping cunt and begins his attack against her pussy. The bedframe knocks against the wall and she hurriedly reaches up and puts a pillow behind it as to not wake up their parents before her arms fall back down and grab Tamaki everywhere they can. She grips his biceps and squeezes before he hits a certain sweet spot inside of her and she lets a moan rip before Tamaki slides his palm over her mouth.

"Shut it y/n."

Her eye's shut as he thrusts harder, and their moans are quiet but forceful. Her legs wrap around his waist and her heels dig into his back as she tries to push him further in, when he does go further she feels his veins rake against her gummy walls and she feels his girth spread her wide. Her moans don't stop, so Tamaki takes the hand over her mouth, slides it down her neck, and squeezes tightly as he rams her with more force. She feels the pain in her gut and her throat but she doesn't care because of the pure pleasure she's feeling.

Her hands slide to Tamaki's back and she leaves deep scratches as he hikes her legs to her shoulders and pounds into her in the deepest spot she's felt yet. Her legs shake and her toes curl as she feels herself drawing closer. Tears are pin-pricking her eyes as the lack of oxygen and the sharp pain in her gut is getting too intense but she doesn't dare move cause she doesn't want to break from this feeling. A single tear falls and Tamaki bends down to kiss it away before releasing her throat and a deep breath is had from her but it's cut off by Tamaki's lips.

Their lips move in tandem with one another and it's as if Tamaki is giving his breath to her but she practically inhales him as she moans into his mouth. Tamaki now takes his free hand and moves it to her clit and rubs and she's seeing white. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her legs spazz uncontrollably, her chest heaves and her breath hitches as she orgasms and tries her absolute hardest to not scream out the pleasure she just felt.

It's only a handful of more pumps before Tamaki unloads himself inside of her and his thrusts grow sloppy after he cums. They both stop and take deep pants and wipe the sweat from each other before Tamaki slowly pulls out of her and they both whine at the loss and the cum drips from her pussy.

"Fuck that's hot."

"Mhmm, towel and water please." She says with the shakiest smile and voice she's ever spoken with.

Tamaki nods and goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel and wets it and cleans her up before kissing her pussy once more as well as her lips and he quickly yet quietly runs into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and he brings it back and helps her bring it to her lips.

"Thanks, Tama." She says with a smile before chugging half of it and sliding under her covers after setting the bottle on her dresser.

He slides in next to her and they kiss each other slowly and passionately before pulling away.

"This isn't right Tama, we can't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, I w-won't. You don't know how long I've wanted you."

"I do know actually, I..I've heard you fucking your fist to me before, it was hot but so wrong so I didn't do anything about it."

Tamaki didn't know what to say so his face turned beat red and he buried himself into her pillows before she giggles.

"Too late to get shy now Tama, you just fucked your little sister."

"Y-yeah I-I know." He squeaks into her pillow, not wanting to face her from his anxiety.

"Ssshh, come on Tama, it's alright."

She says before kissing his shoulder blades and rubbing the back of his head before he turns his head to her and faces her and she kisses his cheeks and they snuggle up into each other and fall asleep.

[kinglazrus]

Dead Man Walking

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Submitted by @syrren: Instead of making him half-dead, the portal accident makes Danny unable to die. This....changes things.

(or: how canon changes if the accident leaves Danny with deadpool-style regeneration abilities to make for a horrifyingly self-sacrificing vigilante, or with some kind of reset ability every time he dies to equally horrifying implications)

Summary: The accident changes Danny in ways he never thought possible. Sam and Tucker watch him fall from the portal dead and burnt beyond recognition, but he doesn't stay dead for long. He never stays dead. Of all the things Danny expected to happen when he walked into that portal, getting unlimited regeneration wasn't one of them, but now that he has it, he's going to put it to good use. Deadpool AU.

Word count: 3606

The first time Danny dies, his friends bear witness. They will never forget the ominous whirr of the portal as it turned on, the warning crackle of electricity, the final throat-tearing scream of their best friend. There are other things, too, that burned into their minds that day. How his body hit the floor of the lab with a thud, burnt beyond recognition, burnt so bad there wasn't any blood. How it smelled, to their horror, not so different from charred barbecue.

They like to pretend that part never happened. It's easy when all they need to do is call his phone and hear his voice, unaffected by the savage electrical heat that brought him to ruin that day. When he doesn't stay dead, it's not hard to pretend he never died at all. It took minutes for his body to fix itself, blackened skin overtaken by fresh pink muscle, which then sprouted new skin, perfectly unblemished.

Even the scar he got when he was fell off his bike at six years old disappeared.

"I liked that scar," Danny says, pouting when he finally notices its absence three days later.

"I don't think that's the right thing to get hung up," Sam says.

"But it looked like a spaceship!"

"I always thought it looked like an upside-down nine," Tucker muses.

"Or six," Sam says.

"Upside down nine is more fun."

They proceed like this for three weeks, mentioning the accident only in the lightest of terms, joking about their new, shared trauma. They are content to move on with their lives, forget it happened, go on as normal high schoolers. Until Danny dies again.

—

"What do you mean you don't want to hunt ghosts?" Jack exclaims. He gapes down at the trio, wholeheartedly baffled by this confession.

"I'll stick with tech, thanks," Tucker says, holding up his phone.

"Ghosts just aren't cool anymore," Sam says.

"Can I go back upstairs now?" Danny asks. At his question, Sam and Tucker fall silent. None of them make eye contact, and neither do they look toward the portal innocently humming only a few feet away. Danny is very aware that this is his first time in the lab since the accident. The same thought runs through Sam and Tucker's minds.

Jack doesn't notice the sudden change in mood. "Nonsense, Danno! You love ghosts. Why, I remember when you were just a tyke, you wanted to be a ghost when you grew up." He clenches his fist. "It was unacceptable. But that's okay! You can hunt them instead!"

He turns his back on Danny and his friends, eagerly going over the array of tools laid out on the counter. Ghost detectors, ecto-guns, protective shield, and an empty space where a thermos should be. "I forgot the best part! Wait right here, kids." Jack charges upstairs, leaving the kids alone.

Danny glances at the portal, unable to suppress a shiver. "You think he'd notice if I snuck away?"

"Nuh-uh, if you go, we go, too," Tucker says.

No one gets to go. Two sets of slimy green tentacles poke through the portal, probing the empty air. Their soft bodies soon follow, revealing a pair of ghostly octopuses.

"Holy shit ghosts are real." That is all Tucker has time to say before the ghosts attack. They launch themselves forward, shrieking in excitement. One goes for Sam and the other charges Tucker. They try to jump out of the way, but the ghosts are faster. The ectopuses tentacles wrap around them, pinning their arms down.

"Danny!" Sam shouts.

In retrospect, a smarter person would have gone for the ecto-gun lying on the table, freshly loaded and ready for a demonstration. Or, they might have shouted for his father, a ghost hunter who has trained his entire life for this scenario. But Danny acts faster than he thinks. He dives toward Tucker, the closest of the two, and digs his fingers into the ghost's tentacles. It screams as Danny's nails dig into its flesh.

The ghost's body goes translucent. Tucker slips out of its grasp, dropping to the floor in a heap, but Danny's hold stays firm. The ectopus panics, thrashing and tugging, its flailing limbs cutting through Tucker over and over without harming him. No matter what the ectopus does, it can't shake Danny loose, and his nails are starting to cut.

"Dude, you're doing it!" Tucker says, too soon.

As it flails, one of the ectopus' tentacles smacks Danny in the face, making his head snap back. At that moment, he and the ghost have the same realization. If he can touch it, it can hurt him back. The ectopus gives another shriek and its remaining seven tentacles surge forward. They wrap around Danny's arms, his chest, curling so tight his bones ache. The last one closes around Danny's throat.

His throat, weak like the ghost's flesh, crumples in an instant. His air disappears. No sound leaves his mouth, not even a wheeze, and his eyes bulge as panic sets in.

"Danny!" Sam and Tucker scream. Sam struggles against her captor kicking and gnashing her teeth, but her boots can't reach its body. Tucker grabs Danny, tries to pull him away, to bat off the ghost’s grip, but it is no use. The ghost is too strong, and Tucker can't touch it in this state.

Danny loses focus of them, then. His brain goes fuzzy, everything blurring around him while his face grows hot. All he can feel is the burn, the ache, the need to breathe, breathe, breathe damn it! The haze of the ghost looming over him fills his vision, slowly overtaken by red, then black spots.

As everything goes dark, Danny's last thought is this:

I guess I'm dead after all.

—

He hears the sobbing first. It starts off quiet and distant, but quickly grows louder, great hiccupping coughs scattered between heart-wrenching cries.

"Mr. Fenton!" someone screams. It happens fast, after that. Thundering steps, a deep cry of shock and pain that cuts him to his core. A piercing whine followed by two quick blasts.

The ectopuses' retreating shriek cuts through Danny loud and clear. His eyes snap open and air rushes into his lungs, a hoarse, wheezing breath that he holds for a moment. Then he takes another, and another, and he's breathing again, and he's not anymore.

Sam and Tucker, kneeling at his side, cry out as one. They throw themselves on him, blubbering messes the both of them. Danny's father, facing the portal, turns disbelieving eyes on him.

Danny's gaze drops to his father's hand and the ecto-gun clutched in it. "Oh, right." The word scrapes against his throat. He swallows, twice, until speaking doesn't hurt and says, "I forgot we had the gun.

"Danny!" Jack dashes toward them, dropping to his knees beside Danny. Sam and Tucker scramble back, giving him room. "Are you alright? What happened? You looked..."

Dead.

Because he was. Again.

"I'm fine," Danny assures him. "Lost consciousness, that's all.

"Danny, your face was blu—" Tucker yelps when Sam punches him in the shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. He rubs the spot, shooting her an offended look, but Sam's eyes are only on Danny.

Danny nods, just enough that she can see, a silent thanks.

"I think you kids should go upstairs now." Jack's voice trembles. He raises his hand, about to run it through his hair, but stops when he sees the gun he's still holding. "I'll take care of things down here. Call your parents and all that."

For the first time, Danny notices the green splotches littering the floor and the wall. Probably from the ectopuses.

Sam loops an arm around Danny's shoulders, hoisting him up. He stumbles when he gets to his feet, bracing himself against her as the room spins. It settles after a few seconds, but he still feels a bit lightheaded. A side effect of choking, maybe?

Tucker helps from Danny's other side. They go up to Danny's room in silence, their steps thumping up the stairs. Only once they're safely behind his closed door, and Danny is lying on the bed, does Sam speak.

"You died again," she says.

Danny touches his throat. "Yeah." Pressing gently, he feels is no lingering pain. Just like before, he healed without a trace. "Can I just not die now?"

"More like you can't stay dead," Tucker says.

"Tucker!" Sam hisses.

"What? It's true! Sorry that I'm not handling seeing my friend die twice very well!"

"Be quiet!"

Danny cuts in before they can devolve into shouting. "Let's just leave it at two, okay?"

Sam and Tucker share a glance over Danny's prone form and nod. The weight of that action is lost on Danny, whose only thought is that he wants to sleep for a very long time.

—

The knives don't kill him. They hurt like hell, but they don't kill him. He sees them flying toward him and leaps out of the way. Something strikes him in the gut, a solid punch that blows the air from his lungs and knocks him back into the walls. He thinks one of the frozen steaks got him, but when he looks down, he sees the handle of a kitchen knife sticking out of his stomach.

He stares at it, stunned, not feeling anything at first. Then, his body jolts, like a shock of electricity is running through him, and his nerves scream, heat building, until every little twitch sends a jolt of pain so deep coursing through him that he can hardly breathe.

"Danny, look out!" Tucker, or Sam, he can't tell which, so lost in his pain, cry out a warning. Danny doesn't move in time and two more knives bury themselves in his body, another in his stomach, and the other through his chest. The Lunch Lady cackles with glee as Danny gurgles. The last knife got his lung, and he can feel it slowly filling.

The pound of Sam's boots on the tiles reaches his ears. She shouts something, but he doesn't hear it. Trembling, Danny grips the handle of the knife in his lungs. In first-aid, they tell you to leave whatever object stabbing you in. It keeps the wound plugged, stops you from bleeding out. But Danny's instincts cry out against everything he was ever taught.

Take them out! Take them out!

He braces himself, then yanks. It hurts so much worse coming out, now that he's aware of the pain, the sharp edge searing as it rips the wound wider. He drops the knife and goes for the next one. All three fall to the floor beside him with a clatter, their blades shiny and red. Danny can't breathe, can barely think through the pain. He presses a hand against his chest, feeling the wound beneath his shirt.

It stitches itself together beneath his fingers. The searing pain retreats, replaced by a dull ache. By the time Sam reaches him and rips his shirt open to see his wound, his chest is healed.

"Technically, I didn't die," Danny croaks.

Sam sobs, covering her mouth with her hand. There's relief in her eyes, beneath the horror, and she makes a noise that might be a laugh, choked and garbled as it is.

Danny dives back into the fight with renewed vigour. Twenty minutes and one Fenton Thermos later, the ghost is gone, but not before half the student body saw some bloody idiot fighting it bare-handed.

"Did you see who it was?" Dash whispers to his friends.

Danny, clean of blood and wearing his gym t-shirt, slumps against the wall nearby, listening. Someone called the police when meat started flying through the hallways, and they apparently called Danny's parents. Ghosts are real and everyone knows it now, but Danny doesn't care about that at the moment.

"No, man. I wasn't close enough," Kwan answers Dash.

"Whoever that was, he totally just saved us all," Paulina says. She clasps her hands together and leans against Star. "He's such a hero."

Hero. The word resonates with Danny. He can't explain it, but it pulls at him. A hero. The school is in chaos, the yard covered in raw meat, the hallways hacked and slashed, but everyone is safe and unharmed thanks to Danny.

"More like a dumbass," Sam mutters from Danny's left.

"Semantics," Tucker says.

Between them, Danny only grins.

—

Jack paces in front of the portal, a tub of fudge cradled in the crook of his arm. Every few steps, he grabs a square and pops it in his mouth, chewing furiously. Between bites, he mutters.

"I'm telling you, Mads. He must have been some kind of ghost," he says.

"I don't know, Jack." Maddie, staring at the computer screen, tilts her head. They managed to grab a few stills from the school's security footage of the figure who fought off the ghost, but they didn't come out right. The surroundings are a little grainy, but no more than a standard security camera, so they know there's nothing wrong with the film itself. The ghost, who called herself the Lunch Lady if Maddie remembers correctly, is little more than a green haze in the image. They expected this. Ghosts don't interact with most technology well, not unless it is designed to interact with them.

But the smaller figure is distorted, a twisted shadow obscuring their form. Not ghostly, but not human either.

She clicks to the next image, getting the same results.

"Are you saying it's a human?" Jack asks without breaking stride.

"It's humanoid, but I don't think it's human, either. Yet it bled, so it's not a ghost. And look at this." She closes the files, revealing a folder full of pictures, all of them taken over the past couple of weeks as ghost sightings increased. "They show up at most fights and leave lots of bodily fluids behind." Jiggling the mouse, she circles a series of four images with the courser, all pictures of significant blood splatters. "But the samples..."

As one, she and Jack turn to the sample tray sitting on the far counter. Where the blood is deep red in the pictures, the samples they took have slowly turned to a dark, murky brown, like thick mud. The oldest sample from the first sighting is black.

Jack grabs a handful of fudge and shoves it in his mouth. "Not to mention," he speaks around the chewy squares, "what does it do with the ghosts?"

The lab door squeaks as it opens. Maddie and Jack fall silent, gazes turning toward the stairs. A pair of red sneakers appears on the top step, creeping down, until the wearer slowly reveals themself. Their son, Danny, with what looks like a thermos clutched in his hand.

"Sweetie, are you only just getting home?" Maddie asks.

Danny yelps in surprise. He jerks the thermos behind his back and swivels to face his parents, freezing on the step. "Oh, hey. I didn't think you guys would be here..."

Maddie narrows her eyes. "What did you do, young man? You were supposed to be home from school an hour ago."

"Nothing! I just got held up." Danny tugs the collar of his jacket.

That's odd. Maddie doesn't remember him leaving with a jacket this morning. The sleeves drape over his hands, down to his knuckles, and he has the collar turned up to cover his neck. It must be cold outside, even though September is only just ending. "What held you up?"

"Uh, that's kind of why I thought you guys wouldn't be here? There was another ghost fight. It got pretty bad." He shifts, pressing his arm against his side. Is his jacket darker there, against his ribs?

"Another ghost?" Jack exclaims. He slaps the fudge down on the closest surface, rattling the test tube samples. "Mads, we gotta go! There might still be some evidence!"

Maddie's eyes widen. "Oh, shoot. You're right! We need fresh samples." They race to grab their equipment, snatching up sample gathering packs from their desks, and charge up the stairs.

Danny presses himself against the wall, offering them a nervous smile as they go. "Stay safe!" he calls. The front door slams as Maddie and Jack make their exit, leaving the house in silence. Still, Danny doesn't relax until he hears the rev of the Fenton RV and the familiar squeal of its tires against the pavement. His shoulders slump and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"That was close." Taking his hand out from behind his back, he looks down at the Fenton Thermos. "Now let's get you taken care of."

As he empties the thermos back into the Ghost Zone, his gaze wanders to the computer screen, still open to the photo evidence. Danny reads the title of the folder. "Challenger?" He snorts. "That's lame." As he skims the photos, a couple jump out at him. In most, he can barely make out the shape of his own body—something he tries not to think about—but in one or two, he can recognize the colours of his clothes beneath the distorting shadow.

Danny slaps the cap back onto the empty thermos before moving closer to the computer, frowning at the screen. "That might be a problem."

—

Danny stands in front of his friends, fists resting on his hips, and shows off his new look. "Well? What do you think?"

Tucker looks him up and down, body shaking as he suppresses his laughter. "Is that a paper superhero mask? Did you spray paint your hair white?"

Danny's hands rise to his head. "It's a spray-on dye! I thought it was cool!"

"Ten bucks says it's super crispy."

"Don't be mean," Sam admonishes Tucker. "I think he looks pretty good. For a discount Jack Frost."

Tucker snaps his fingers. "Emo Jack Frost! The real one would never wear this much black."

"We are no longer friends," Danny says, turning away from them.

"Come on, don’t be a spoilsport."

"Nope, too late. I'm already dead to you."

Sam and Tucker share a confused glance. "Don't you mean we're dead to—" Before Sam can finish the sentence, Danny turns and throws himself out his bedroom window. "Danny!" They scramble after him, falling against the sill as they lean outside, peering down to the alley below.

Danny lies face-first on the pavement.

"Are you dead?" Tucker asks.

Danny raises his arm and gives them a thumbs up.

—

Valerie holds back a startled shout when the metal suit crashes onto the sidewalk next to her. She is not scared, but anyone would be surprised if two tons of metal suddenly fell from the sky. A scream, rapidly increasing in volume, drawings her gaze upwards just in time for a black-clad figure to plummet inches from her nose and land with a sharp crack on top of the suit.

This time Valerie cries out because holy shit, is he dead? Her panic sputters out when she peeks at the possible corpse and gets a good look at exactly who, or what, came falling after. A human figure dressed in all black with poorly coloured hair. It looks crispy as hell.

Valerie sneers. What kind of cheap dye did they use?

She recognizes the Challenger on sight. By now, more than half of Amity Park can, although Valerie can't account for the sudden style change. Maybe they realized how lame their regular t-shirt and jeans are and decided to switch things up. This isn't much better, though. Black hoodie, black pants, black boots, no style.

No one knows their name, but the moniker the Fentons gave them seems to have stuck. Valerie thinks it's a little on the nose, though.

Something wriggles in the corner of her eye and she looks to the Challenger's fist. It clutches a bright green blob, with stubby limbs and a wide mouth.

"Let go of me!" The blob beats its penny-sized fists against the Challenger's thumb. "You are my prey!"

The Challenger groans. "Can you shut up for a second? I think my neck broke." They squeeze the blob until it squeaks.

"Hey. Watch where you're throwing this stuff around." Valerie kicks the arm of the metal suit. "You nearly crushed me!"

The Challenger jolts. Their head whips up, accompanied by a loud crack, and they lurch to their feet. A mask covers their eyes—cheap like the hair dye, probably from a costume stored—but judging by the way their eyebrows shoot up, they look at Valerie with wide eyes.

"Uh, hey, Va—citizen." Their voice drops a solid octave. "Sorry about that! I'll watch out next time." They are about to say something else when a loud squeal interrupts up, the signature sound of the Fentons' approach. The Challenger pales. "Sorry, gotta go!"

They dash into the nearest alley before Valerie can get another word in, leaving her with the empty metal husk and the sound of the Fentons from two streets away. She gapes after them, unsure what to make of the brief exchange.

"Actually, wait a second." The Challenger pops back around the corner, leaping over the ghost's suit to reach Valerie. They grab her shoulders in a cold grip. "Are people really using that dumb name for me?"

At a loss for words, Valerie nods.

"Ugh." The Challenger groans and lets her go in favour of rubbing a hand down their face. "Stop that. It's so boring. Just call me... Phantom. Okay? See ya!" They spin away, too fast, and trip over the metal suit.

Wow, Valerie thinks as Phantom scrambles around the corner once more. We have the lamest superhero ever.

[redrobin-detective]

30:2

TW: death, medical procedures, trauma

“one... two... three... Come on!”

Where was he? What was going on? It was dark all around him, he tried looking around but found he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open or shut. To be honest, he didn’t know if he had eyes right now. He didn’t feel anything, he just felt like empty space, a void.

“thirteen... fourteen... Don’t you dare do this to me! fifteen... sixteen...”

It was a weird feeling to feel nothing at all. There was no sensation, no warm sun on his skin or the pressure of a heavy blanket pressed on top of him. But there also was no pain. There’s a flash of something in his head before it’s shuttered away. He thinks he should probably be bothered by his apathy but when you’re just a void, things like panic and regret seemed to slip away.

“twenty seven... twenty eight... twenty nine... thirty... Tucker, now do it!”

Something was going on, something he was missing out on. It was important and he knew he should be paying attention to it but it was getting increasingly hard to focus. Even the simple act of thinking seemed too much. It would be so much better to just, let his mind go and truly become nothing. It sounded nice.

“Danny! Come on, you can’t do this to us! Come back man!”

There’s another sort of flash and it’s filled with pain. Every single nerve in his body sung with an electric agony. His head felt like it had been cracked open with his whole being pouring out. There was this horribly pounding ache in his chest like his ribs are about to collapse inwards, as if there was a black hole where his heart ought to be. It hurts, part of him whined, curling away from the painful sensations.

“six... seven... eight... Tuck switch out with me next go around. ten...”

IT DOESN’T HAVE TO HURT, a voice from everywhere and nowhere said to him. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LET GO AND THE PAIN WILL CEASE AND NEVER RETURN. The idea of the pain stopping was appealing, this was a pain that was surely enough to drive the strongest person mad. And he wasn’t strong or brave, he was just a stupid kid. But something made him hold on, pause for a moment. What is the other option? He couldn’t help but ask in return.

“Sam... I can’t huff I can’t do this. I think Danny might be-”

“I’m not giving up, push harder dammit! I’ll keep count, one... two...three...”

YOU GO TOWARDS THE PAIN, EMBRACE IT. HURTING COMES IN MANY FORMS, THE ACHE OF BATTLE SCARS AND LOST OPPERTUNITIES AND SECRETS THAT EAT AWAY AT YOUR BONES. BUT THAT IS THE COST OF LIFE, YOU MUST ACCEPT THAT PAIN ALONG WITH THE PLEASURE.

“nineteen... twenty... twenty one... twenty two, deeper compressions, Tucker!”

SO WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE, DANNY FENTON?

Danny, right, that was his name. He was 14 and lived in Amity Park, Illinois. He’d been messing around in his parents’ lab with Sam and Tuck when... 

POUND, POUND, POUND

His chest thumped over and over again, his ribs aching and breaking in an attempt to reach his heart. To start it back up again. More and more awareness seeped in: Tucker’s high pitched panicked breathing. The coldness of the lab floor underneath his own cooling body. The slap of Sam’s bracelets as she compressed and released, compressed and released over and over again. Hoping for a miracle that shouldn’t be forthcoming. But even miracles could occasionally slip through the cracks.

I SEE YOU HAVE MADE YOUR DECISION. VERY WELL, YOU HAVE FORSAKEN PEACE FOR PAIN. FEAR NOT, YOU WILL COME TO ME IN YOUR OWN TIME BUT UNTIL THEN, I SHALL ENJOY WATCHING THIS DRAMA UNFURL. TIME TO WAKE UP, LITTLE ONE.

Danny’s eyes flew open as he took in a deep, strangled breath so he had enough air to scream. “It hurts oh god it hurts!” He heard Sam gasp as she caught herself mid chest compression to stare in shock. Somewhere beside him, he heard Tuck yelp before babbling and crying hysterically. 

“Oh my god, Danny, holy shit I thought you were a goner. We’ve been trying to revive you for like an hour-”

“It’s been maybe a few minutes, Tuck...”

“Well it sure felt like an hour and-and Sam just jumped on your chest and started CPR and made me do it too and holy shit are you like, for real okay?”

“I don’t-” Danny coughed, his brain fuzzed out from the trauma to his mind and body the fading promise of a chance to rest. Sam’s fingers grasped ahold of Danny’s white hazmat suit, aggravating his probably broken to hell ribs. It hurt so bad but it meant he was alive. And right now that was the best feeling in the world. “I don’t know.” A few more struggling, shallow breaths. “Thanks guys, you saved my life.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Sam sniffled with a wobbly smile, her mascara mixing with her tears and running down her face. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear? Tuck, call 911. His heart could give out again, we need to get him to a hospital.”

Danny gave a breathy chuckle, letting his head flop against the floor in pained exhaustion. He was alive, he was okay. He’d had a close call but his friends brought him back. Everything was fine. Of course, that was when Sam’s hands sunk into his chest again but not for compressions, they simply slipped right through his body like he wasn’t even there. Because not all escape were perfect and if one wanders to the other side, sometimes you bring something else back.

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆

Lost Boys x Reader

Platonic

Summary: You’ve lived in Santa Carla your entire life, yet you never stepped foot on the boardwalk. After meeting the boys, you now know why your parents have been painting such a violent image of  the California beach town. 

Warnings: The works (barely though) 

Masterlist  

(Not My GIF) 

Santa Carla. 

A summer night Wonderland or Murder Capitol of the World? 

You’ve been living in the shanty California town for your entire life, yet you never set  foot anywhere near the Boardwalks direction; until now. 

Your parents had painted a very dark, vivid image of what resided there; from drunk teens to high punks and even creepers from the next town over. It was safe to say, you weren’t very keen on visiting any time soon. Despite your protests, your friends wanted you to live a little, something about ‘how are you even alive right now?’ and ‘what have you been doing your entire life?’. 

“I really think I should go back. You know, my parents will kill me if they found out I was even here-” Your protests were cut off by the short redhead to your left, 

“Nonsense!” Cynthia cried out, tightening the hold she had on your hand while Bailey grinned as her cheery and uplifting mood. Despite their smiles and reassurances, the heavy feeling in your chest didn’t go away; not even a smidge. 

You opened your mouth to respond,  but was cut off once again. Your pupils dilated, taking in all the bright neon lights and the mirages of flashing pinks, blues and greens. The sweet alluring smell of cotton candy and funnel caked overwhelmed the stench of pot,  gently soothing your nerves until you sported the same grin resting on your friends faces. 

The atmosphere rivaled Disneyland. sike 

“You were being serious about never coming here, huh?” Bailey asks after thanking the ticket booth worker. 

“Completely,” You uttered, staring in awe at the game booths, shops and plush prizes.   

“Come on then! We have a lot to show you!” 

Your heels no longer scraped against the rickety floor of the boardwalk; the excitement of finally being able to experience what you had been shielded from your entire life finally taking over your entire being. Cheeks hurting, legs aching, eyes burning; these were all the symptoms of running around the boardwalk all night. Not that you cared. At that moment in time, you had truly found your freedom, and you wanted to live that night to the fullest extent. 

all good things, however great, come to an end. 

And that came in the form of  five surfer Nazi’s surrounding the three of you by the carousel. 

You would have been scared shitless if it wasn’t for the tourist and locals sticking around. Hell, you were pretty sure Bailey was close to passing out. 

“How about you girls come with us?” One asked, a malicious grin rising to his lips. Your own pressed together on a thin line, hand tightly grasping Cynthia’s own. “We can show you a good time,” The group laughed, nudging back Bailey who had attempted to slip between a bald and muscular surfer. 

“Maybe some other time,” Cynthia responded with a shaky smile. She nudged you before continuing, “We have to get home-” 

“Oh really? But the party’s just begun!”  They all laughed once again before an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You ripped yourself away, glaring at the surfer. Cynthia and Bailey watched you with wide eyes, surprised that you hadn’t been so easily swayed by the punks. “Don’t be like that girly-” 

“Then don’t touch me,” You spat out, swatting his hand away from your arm. 

By now, a midsized crowd had formed, watching  the interaction with prying eyes, and a sense of self-preservation.  Unbeknownst to the surfers, the Lost Boys were in the crowd, ready to step in once things got heavy. 

David glanced at Paul, who was pushing his way past some of the locals, then at Dwayne, who stood beside him. Marko stood by you, eyes locked on the Surfer’s in case they decided to get handsy. 

It wasn’t until Bailey cried out that that party got started. Out of the corner of you eye, you managed to see Bailey push Cynthia away from one of the handsy surfers, kneeing him between his legs  before screaming. The muscular surfer moved to grab you, but was met with knuckles hitting his nose before he could even touch you.

You reared back, suddenly forgetting the good time you had prior to now, before yelling at Bailey and at Cynthia to run. You doubted they could hear you. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from becoming pulp on the ground. 

The heavy feeling in your chest grew when you realized arms had wrapped around your waist and over your arms. A fist rose to meet your face, yet you couldn't bare to see it. If the surfers didn't kill you, your parents surely would for disobeying their ‘orders’ to stay home. 

The punch never came, and an eerie silence had enveloped the crowd.  You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with dirty blonde locks and a colorful-patched jacket. 

“Didn’t you know they were with us?” A chill, yet spine-tingling voice asked. Your head snapped towards Bailey and Cynthia, whom were nearly on the verge of passing out before noticing that another blonde had come up to your side, pulling you towards him and away from the surfer constricting you.  

You found yourself unconsciously leaning against a Twisted Sister look alike, eyes drooping heavily, giving into the sweet lulling of Nyx’s lullaby. Their words were a buzz in your ear, echoing heavily against he thudding of your slowing heart. 

You awoke with a start, sitting up as soon as your  eyes snapped open. Your forehead smacked against another, a sharp cry leaving your lips in surprise. 

“Holy fuck-” The swear was cut off by a smack, soon followed by laughter. 

“Shit! I’m sorry- fuck- are you ok?” You failed to notice you were the one with a bandaged hand. The blonde from before grinned before offering his hand. 

“You’re asking me?” You nodded, eyes quirking up before smiling at him. 

“Yeah, we just smashed forehead, and it hurt like hell,” 

A squeal cut you off, and soon, you were tackled to the ground by none other than a smiley Bailey and  Cynthia. 

“You’re alright!” Bailey laughed as she spoke, poking your ribs with every other word. “You were so bad ass yesterday-” 

“What?” 

“You broke the guys nose!” Twisted Sister exclaimed,  wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Nearly knocked him out too,” He gave you a slight squeeze before helping you off the ground.

You found yourself staring at the cave you had been taken to, eyes widening before taking in every little detail of the old, caved in hotel. Remnants of wall paper and tacky graffiti covered the wall, a once extravagant fountain holding a fallen chandelier  resting in the middle of what was once the main lobby.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” The same, cold voice from yesterday night spoke, nearly making you jump. 

“Breathtaking,” You replied, smiling at the boy.  He sat confidently on the wheelchair, hands wrapped around a bejeweled wine bottle. Twisted Sister’s words quickly came back to you, causing you to turn to the boys. “thank you-” 

“For what?” Mullet asked, a smirk etched into his features. 

“For yesterday. I wanted to thank you,” You glanced at Bailey and Cynthia, who were laughing and dancing with Twisted Sister and Patches; looking as care free as always. “I know it’ doesn’t seem like a big deal but we would of probably been dead, or worse-” 

In an instant, Mullet had  stood and offered you the bottle. His icy blue eyes bore into you, watching as you hesitantly touched it, “You are one of us,”  

“I really shouldn’t. My parents are probably worried sick-” 

“We told them you’re with us!” Bailey said, smiling as she was swung around by Patches  “You’ll feel great! I promise!”  Cynthia nodded along, eyes widening before she suddenly sat up.  

“I totally forgot to introduce you to the guys!” You smiled at her antics, opting to ignore the feeling of  a cold arm wrapping around your waist. She swung her arm around Patches, before taking your hand and pulling you to the ‘make-shift’ dance floor. “This is Marko,” Patches grinned at you, thumb soon finding it’s way to his lips. “Twisted Sister look-alike is Paul,” 

“I do NOT look like Twisted Sister!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest in faux-mockery. 

“Yeah! You can’t disrespect Dee Snider like that!” You chimed in,  laughing when Paul playfully shoved you.  

“This little prince is Laddie!” The boy smiled shyly at you, before turning his attention to his brother, “ Dwayne,” Said boy smiled gently at you before you were once again facing Mullet. “And this is David!” He held the bottle out towards you, now uncorked, and grinned when you gently took it. 

“You’re one of us, (Y/n),”

You smelled it; a sweet copper scent fulling your lungs. Pressured by the cheers of your friends, you placed the opening of the bottle to your lips, and took a long sip. 

[chuuoku-imagine]

Wedding headcannons with Nemu! Please and thank you 😔🙏💕 btw how's your day!:))

It's going well! Even though I'm swamped with work~ Thank you honey🥰

OMG NEMU WEDDING!!!!!!! Sapphics win. Btw same-sex marriage better be legal under Chuuoku's government or I'll throw hands with Mrs. Otome 🏳️‍🌈

Nemu | Your Wedding

It takes you a while before finding the courage to to propose to Nemu. Not only because her big brother Samatoki is kind of scary, but because you keep having doubts about whether you're a suitable partner for her.

It's when the two of you are on a date that you start to think about a future with her.

Seeing your hands so perfectly interlocked and her sweet smile make you realize that you wouldn't mind seeing her smile for the rest of your life, even growing old and grey together.

You propose to her on a Sunday morning during breakfast, extremely anxious and worried about her answer. The two of you have the day-off, so you can relax and take it easy.

"Nemu... I have something I want to ask."

"What is it, Y/N?"

She smiles at you, chewing happily on a piece of buttered bread. She is wearing her favourite black turtleneck that accentuates her slender frame, and her hair is up in a messy ponytail.

"...... Well, huh..."

You stammer on your words as you stare at your plate, so Nemu can't hear you well.

"Y/N, are you okay...? I couldn't hear you well..."

You feel her fresh hand land on your burning cheek, and worried eyes peer into yours.

"Do you feel sick or something?"

"N-No, I am fine..."

You mumble as you close your eyes, enjoying the cool feeling of her fingers.

Your hearts beats widly in your throat, and you want to run away from the house so, so bad.

"W-Would you... Oh my god, I can't do this."

You suddenly stand up in a wave of panic, and run away in the bedroom the two of you share, leaving a confused Nemu behind. You know it's a childish reaction, but you're unable to control the anxiety rushing over you. What if she says no? What if she's not ready? What if it's too soon, what if you come off as creepy?

"Y/N..."

Nemu joins you in the bedroom as you stand there, shaking and overthinking about ridiculous stuff.

"Babe, talk to me?" she whispers as she hugs you, burrying her head in your neck.

You exhale and sweetly grab her hand, kissing her palm and making her blush. Her reaction melts your anxiety and helps you relax, and you hug her back as you kiss her ear.

"Sorry for worrying you, Nemu. ... I'm ridiculous, panicking over a simple marriage propos— Wait..."

You didn't mean to say this sentence out loud, so you clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud swear escapes you. Shit. Holy crap, now you've done it.

As you make the wish to disappear into a hole in the ground, Nemu steps back and stares at you in awe.

"Y/N, say that again? You want to what??"

"N-No!! I'm sorry! I didn't intend to ask you this way... I wanted to ask in a more classy way, and sweep you off your feet..."

Nemu grins wide and cuts you off with a passionate kiss. She peers into your eyes, her eyes so close to yours that it feels way more intimate than the previous kiss.

"Oh my god, Y/N, of course I'll marry you..." she coos with a smile. "Do you think I haven't noticed the longing way you stare at me?"

You blush heavily under her gaze, and she suddenly grabs your hand as she leads you out of the bedroom.

"Let's finish our breakfast, and then we'll go buy engagement rings!"

You get married a few months later in a small venue, with your closest friends and family. You had agreed on a small and intimate celebration, and it had been quite fun to plan out together.

You stand at the altar in a bundle of nerves when you notice Jyuto and Rio, Samatoki's crew members, approach you. You greet them with a nervous smile as you realize the ceremony is about to start soon.

"Congratulations, Y/N. We've heard a lot of good things about you", Rio says in a deep voice, his words sparse but sincere.

Jyuto nods appreciatively at your wedding outfit, and it looks like he's about to speak when the doors of the room open, revealing the Aohitsugi siblings.

Your words catch in your throat as you discover Nemu in her wedding attire, not noticing Jyuto and Rio slipping back to their seats.

Since the Aohitsugi parents are gone, it's Samatoki who leads her down the aisle, looking quite regal in a white suit, but he pales next to her sister —your bride-to-be.

A veil covers her face, but you notice her shining eyes and glossy lips as she stares right in front of her, her body straight. She is wearing a vapory wedding dress that flows behind her, and her gaze is focused on the altar in front of you.

As she arrives next to you, you take notice of Samatoki staring at you, before offering you a small smile and squeezing your shoulder.

"Treat her well, Y/N."

Samatoki and you have grown into quite close friends these past few months, despite a rocky start when he learned that Nemu and you were getting married. But you had learn to trust each other over time, and he now trusted you enough to let his little sister marry you.

You stare at him pensively as he joins Jyuto and Rio on the front benches, and you feel Nemu's small hand sweetly squeezing your own.

You squeeze her hand back... And as you stare at her beyond the veil, you make a promise to yourself to protect her from any harm.

"Are you ready, Y/N?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."