#my working file for this was mute the bitch

[mlobsters]

supernatural s5e8 changing channels (w. jeremy carver)

back years ago, like 25-30 years ago, watching jerry springer on the little tv i bought saving up my $1.25/wk allowance, whenever the audience would start cheering or otherwise making a lot of noise i would mute it. which was very regularly. there's something about a boisterous studio audience that grates on my every nerve (granted that takes an audience to an extreme but still). okay anyway.

apparently this is the first episode with dean wearing no ring or bracelet. for no real reason other than the apocalypse gave him an excuse to get rid of them?

(from the supernaturalwiki of course)

What happened to Dean's ring?

There was an opportunity at the beginning of the season to kind of lose the jewelry. He lost his watch, he lost his uuhh... his necklace obviously went to Cas. Here's the thing with the ring, the ring was a really, for me, it was Dean's beer bottle opener. Whenever Dean opened a bottle it would just scrape off the ring, it got beat up. He also cut himself apparently. So once they were losing the watch and I was like, you know what, let's get rid of the ring. This is the Apocalypse. So I just lost it, it was like let's get rid of this we've had it on for 5 years.

– Jensen Ackles, Salute to Supernatural L.A. 2010, Source

SAM So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?

did you know it's actually "just deserts"? i feel like this is something i learn and then promptly forget a month later. anyway, benjamin dreyer was talking about it recently so it's on my brain again

so.

DEAN Ally with the Trickster.

SAM Yeah.

DEAN A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy.

SAM The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him.

i know sam is all about the practical but really, forgive and forget for making him live through dean being killed repeatedly for months and then dead-dead for six months? i was always kind of annoyed they never addressed the fallout of that in itself.

good old stake carving in the motel room again like the christmas episode.

s3e8 a very supernatural christmas

i don't believe i've ever seen him quite make that face before and it got a laugh out of me, thanks padalecki

where is your mask, dr cerebrovascular neurosurgeon

hey here's someone i know fairly well! x-files, the magicians and altered carbon in a recurring role. too bad he wasn't in teen wolf, that woulda really made it.

the xfiles s2e9 firewalker - hiro kanagawa as peter tanaka

altered carbon s1e8 clash by night - hiro kanagawa as captain tanaka

the magicians s1e2 the source of magic - hiro kanagawa as professor march

HOST No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels.

okay.

oh is this the part where we find out he's an angel, not a demigod? archangel trumps demigod i guess, in the power department?

DEAN rummages in the trunk of the car.

SAM Dean?

DEAN What?

SAM That, uh, feels really uncomfortable.

DEAN shuts the trunk.

*stares into the camera*

DEAN All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!

SAM Should I honk?

sam's got jokes.

well, that wasn't as bad as i expected! i just looked the other way during that david caruso knockoff bit. and the sitcom. and some of the game show. i'm glad none of the tv bits went on for too terribly long.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Okay time for a little treat of the local mad man's rambling, imma talk about the handlers again. Mostly Absinthe. Because Michel is always slowly rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

Absinthe, like a lot of Michel instances, really would rather Not Fucking Be Here. Similarly to Kia instances, Michel instances don't really get with the recruitment program. Like at all. Kindly fuck that shit, thanks. He's already in a military frying pan, he'd rather not jump into the fire.

But Absinthe's timeline was one that pretty much self destructed. He had been injured and some deviance in his Paresse caused him to break the limiters on his programming far too easily and somehow got a hold on noh he shouldn't have feasibly been able to copy. Being so new and immature and having this power flung upon him without the knowledge to use it properly, Paresse absolutely started tearing the timeline apart like paper. He held Absinthe close with a vise grip until an elimination team had been dispatched to kill him and let the timeline decay on its own.

Absinthe was brought into the facility upon discovery following his douji's death due to lingering temporal and spacial effects on him. His wounds were finally properly treated, but he was deemed too 'contaminated' to be wiped and placed into a different timeline.

Absinthe became more and more mute as time went on, hating his confinement and the tests done on him in attempts to cure him of the way his Paresse had messed him up. The elimination team that had been deployed contained none other than Sake, who would visit him regularly. Soon, Sake was the only one who he would talk to, and only if no one else was in the room.

Sake was the one to bring up potential recruitment, but following that conversation, Absinthe stopped talking at all. At least for a while. He would listen to Sake talk about the latest job he'd been on or whatever else was on his mind, but he wouldn't answer any questions that needed more than a nod or a shake of the head.

It wasn't until Sake mentioned that he had a low-risk mission coming up that Absinthe finally dusted off his vocal cords again, and asked if he could see what it was like.

Sake's team was high profile, so taking someone so, so fucking green on one of their missions was a BITCH to get clearance for in the first place, not to mention Absinthe's little... problem. But Sake did it. And the rest of the team, which at the time included Monarch and Echo, were happy to have him along. They explained their gear and told stories in the days leading up to the mission, and Absinthe was content with getting to see more than just the same medical wing all the time.

The mission went bad, though. Even if it was low-risk, it wasn't no-risk and Sake's team was still very high profile. Ultimately, it was Absinthe's very deviation that caused enough of a pause in the anomaly that gave the rest of the team an opening to cut it down.

Soon after, Absinthe chose to keep his codename as his actual name, and was given full recruit status. He was still only allowed on low-risk missions, and still had to make regular trips to the medical wing, but he had a crew now.

Eventually, he was given higher and higher clearance as he learned and adapted to the new lifestyle and Monarch was given full access to his medical files and even the trips to the wing were ended.

Whiskey originally had an entirely different name, Wolfsbane. She was part of a recon team that worked regularly with Sake's team. She was an instance from a timeline which had a werewolf strain in it, and she had been picked and recruited for her specific skills with no explicit world ending anomaly in her timeline. A magnetic device grafted into her body can mimic the same atmospheric parameters a full moon does, giving her a literal on/off switch for her transformations.

She's a fantastic scout, with her wolf form and modifications giving her an advantage, especially in timelines without werewolves where she can be mistaken for as a big dog. She's got a firey personality with a hair trigger temper and flirts like a whore trying to meet a quota. Especially with Absinthe, who is shockingly receptive--though at first only with nervous laughs and a red face.

The two are very much an Ice and Fire couple, opposites in ways that are almost comical. Absinthe silent where Whiskey is talkative. Absinthe has Stalker modifications while Whiskey has Scorcher. The ship dynamics posts with one being a chaotic gremlin and the other is a cold stoic is them to a T.

They Can And Will And Have Killed For Each Other. Just for fun sometimes.

When Annihilation was brought into the fold, the three all had their first official meeting with the Administrator.

Garion, despite appearing in many of the first surrounding the Facility, typically takes more of a back seat to most missions and only steps in when there's something sever occurring. To most members of the Facility, he's very much a distant figure, so it was nerve wracking for the three to say the least. Even more so when they were told what they would be assigned to.

Meeting Annihilation was rough, to put it lightly. Absinthe was the first to click with the trifusion. Even if any romantic attachment with the Paresse in the fusion had long since been replaced for Anaari, there was still a fondness there and the other two in the fusion were neutral about him enough to accept him, as long as he stayed well away from the Kia instance in question. It took longer for the other two, but no major wounds were sustained during the bonding process.

Wolfsbane renamed herself to Whiskey when the three handlers celebrated. For the aesthetic of a unified naming scheme, she'd said. Though she thoroughly enjoyed correcting Absinthe through the night.

It's hoped that one day Annihiltion will let the three become their masters, but it hasn't happened just yet.

[tainted-wine]

I didn’t apply all of these descriptions but these are the main three I had in mind while writing this. How did I attract so many fans of the crusty boi? Either way, welcome to the club!

Words: 1.5k (how the hell did that happen there’s barely any sex)

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The website didn’t explain what the “LOVER” cheat does. Probably unlocks a deleted path that didn’t make it into the official game. Or maybe he just gets a head-start on his Affection progress with you at the very beginning. Or maybe it doesn’t do shit – that could be why there’s no explanation.

Well, now that he knows how to do it, it wouldn’t hurt to test it himself. Shigaraki absently scratches at the irritated skin on his neck as he boots up the game. The directions were fairly simple and easy to remember.

1. Start a brand new file.

Ugh, he despises games that hold only one save file. It’s not like a visual novel holds up much space. What if you want different files in order to experiment with different choices? It doesn’t matter in his case anyway; he 100% completed the game months ago. With no regrets, his original game was deleted and a new one began.

> What is your name?

He might as well stick with the one he used last time.

‘SHIGGY-SENPAI’

The introduction cutscene began, the protagonist going on about the new town he just moved into. Pretty by-the-books, as far as romance openings go.

2. Finish the intro. Once you meet Y/N, go to the menu. 

After skipping through a bunch of fluffy dialogue, you finally appear in all of your cute glory. Once you’re done introducing yourself, Shigaraki brings up the main menu.

3. Type in “LOVER”

Just like that? Alright then...

Right after inputting the final letter, a sparkly ping sound straight out of a magical girl anime could be heard, and that was it. Okay...it sounds like he did it correctly.

When he returned to the game, his success was much more evident. You were staring directly at the screen - almost through the screen - with a glowing expression he’s never seen. Each and every one of your reactions have been seared into his brain after so many hours of gameplay. This was new.

“You...do you really mean that, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

What? Voice acting? Though you did say his name pretty stiffly, as expected when a computer tries to pronounce custom text, but what the hell? Why would this be hidden as a cheat?

“But it’s so soon, and I’m not very experienced...” You blushed and shyly twiddled your fingers.

Oh.

“But I already trust you, and I want you too.”

Oh.

It’s that kind of path.

A hidden adult route. Shigaraki really likes that, even though this would’ve had a much stronger impact if it happened on his original file, the one where he was fully bonded to you. Sucks that he needs a fresh file in order to fuck you.

Shit, he’s not even prepared for this. Maybe he should go grab the lotion and a couple of tissues, assuming that this special scene will make for pretty decent fap material.

But the dialogue continued automatically. You creeped closer to the screen as you gushed about your feelings for him. “I want to make love to you forever and ever!”

You were getting really close, and with a show of impressive animation, your hand reached out to touch the fourth wall...

And the screen began to distort and ripple.

What the fuck?

“I just can’t wait to feel your amazing cock.” Your fingers began to phase through the fucking computer screenWHAT THE FUCK?!

“Take me, SHIGGY-SENPAI!”

Just like that, a full-sized bitch materialized out of the game and onto his lap, nearly toppling his gamer chair.

Even in the darkness of his room, your eyes shined brightly as they studied his pale face. “You’re even more handsome up close!”

Shigaraki was still too stunned to even respond to the rare compliment. Only when you began to pull down his pants did he finally find his voice again.

“Wha–ah–who the–hey!” He knows that he shouldn’t be afraid of a hottie touching his cock but ooooh shit she’s already stroking him.

“Ah, you’re so big!” You stared at his untouched manhood in awe, watching him become more erect after every pump of your soft hand.

“Fuck, am I?” He gasped.

“Mmhmm! And I bet you’re really tasty too!” You say before he’s suddenly engulfed with the very real warmth of a mouth.

Fuck fuck fuck he isn’t gonna last. He was ready to jerk off, not actually get his dick sucked. It feels more amazing than he ever imagined, your tongue working along his sensitive flesh, and those lips sucking at him so eagerly.

When his hand grabs the top of your head, he realizes too late that all five of his fingers are tangled in your hair.

You nearly fall over from how suddenly Shigaraki rolls back in his chair. You look shocked, confused, and...very much not a pile of dust.

“What’s wrong, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He looked at his hands, then at you, then at his hands again.

Then he takes hold of your face and shoves you back into his groin, because he can touch you, he can touch another fucking living thing without any worries about completely destroying it. Must be some crazy logic about you being data from a videogame or something. He doesn’t care, he’s so horny, feels so good having his cock so far down a hot tight throat, he just might burst...

Wait, he might have just done exactly that.

“Ah, shit,” he watches you pull back and swallow with the most satisfied grin.

“That was quick, SHIGGY-SENPAI!” You really need to stop saying his name like that. It’s fuckin’ weird. “I didn’t even get to feel you inside me.”

“Shut up,” the mixture of emotions he’s been experiencing ever since your ass crawled out of the screen like a girl in a cursed video is starting to piss him off. He’s so insulted and thankful that this fictional bitch gave him his first blowjob and made him nut in the span of sixty seconds. “Just give me a few minutes.” 

A few knocks on the room’s door startles both of you.

“Tomura, the Vanguard Action Squad is ready to move out.”

Shit!

“I’ll be out in a damn minute, Kurogiri.” Shigaraki moves to get out of his seat, only to be stopped by his new partner.

Your sparkly puppy eyes are so grossly cute, yet it has his dick twitching again already. “Are you leaving me already, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

“Quit saying my name in all caps.”

“Okay, ˢʰᶦᵍᵍʸ⁻ˢᵉⁿᵖᵃᶦ.”

“Not like that. I can barely hear it.”

“How about SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He slaps a hand over your mouth. “Just stop saying my name.”

A much harsher knock rocks the old door. “Hey, you ugly bastard,” That sounded like the Dabi asshole. “The hell are you doing in there? Jacking off to anime girls?”

Shigaraki scoffed. When’s the last time that burnt Stain fanboy got his dick sucked?

As much as he wants to join in on terrorizing the brats at U.A, he really wants to get laid today.

“Just go without me!” He yells through the walls. He nearly misses your muted squeak of joy.

“Eh?” Hearing Dabi’s annoyed muffled voice was pretty amusing. “You’re just gonna sit on your ass in your room while we do the work?”

The villain’s retort catches in his throat when you take his hand and begin to slowly lick at his fingers, all while pinning him with an innocent gaze.

“Your fingers are so pretty,” You whispered.

It’s so difficult to pay attention to the words being uttered outside of the room while his hands are being placed on your chest. BOOBS.

“Please trust Tomura. I’m sure he has faith in you all handling this mission on your own,” Kurogiri tries to explain. Shigaraki knows him well enough to know that he’s probably irritated as well, but there are titties in his hands so who gives a fuck.

Dabi releases an exasperated groan. “I knew this whole League of Villains thing was bullshit. Shouldn’t have bothered.”

Shigaraki slows his exploration of your breasts to shout, “If I make you the leader of the mission, will you shut up?”

“......Yes.”

“Well, I pronounce you leader of the Vanguard Action Squad. I’ll even give you a Nomu. Have fun.” The two of you are rushing to lift your shirt off for better access to your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Dabi’s voice is still fairly close. The sooner he pisses off, the better. “I can probably pull this off better than you, anyway. Come on, psycho girl, we’re gonna go round up everyone else.”

Toga can be heard squealing excitedly as they both step away and finally give him his privacy back. You look absolutely lovestruck by the entire exchange.

“You gave up an important mission just for me? You really do love me!” 

He just rolled his eyes and lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, enjoying your sounds of delight.

He can’t wait for the next time he faces those stupid heroes. He’ll be smarter, stronger, and can even tell them that he got his dick wet.

Oh, the collapse of hero society is going to be glorious.

[spideyskrunkly]

GPD Chat

Just something for fun

🧸 - Grace

🐍 - Nathan

🎧 - Alex

👮‍♂️ - Ramirez

🍭 - Jones

⭐ - Chief

Warnings: swearing, rude humor, crappy art also no reader here sorry

Everyone's just being mean to eachother

I was kinda inspired by a Wattpad fic

2:24 p.m.

🍭, 👮‍♂️, 🎧, 🐍 and 🧸 have joined the chat

🎧: Everyone in here?

🐍: Present

🧸: Hey

👮‍♂️: Here

🍭: wtf Ramirez where have you been aren't you supposed to be at work????

👮‍♂️: Chief King gave me the day off so I went to the beach

🐍: What's the weather like over there

👮‍♂️: A little chilly but pretty sunny

🧸: I heard they had some animals around

🎧: Like sharks 😨

🧸: No more like just crabs and types that can be seafood

👮‍♂️: I actually got a picture of the crab!

👮‍♂️: I took what's called a selfie

🍭: How is that news

🎧: Shut up Jones

🍭: 😢

🎧: #jonesslander20××

🍭: Wth

🎧: Chile anyways so Ramirez can we see the photo

👮‍♂️: Sure

🐍: What kind of crab is it

👮‍♂️: idk but it's green

🐍: Oh no, stay away I heard they were weird

👮‍♂️: Don't worry Nathan I only took a photo

👮‍♂️:

👮‍♂️: Like I said, a selfie

🎧: THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO A SELFIE 💀💀

🍭: BRO 💀

🧸: 😂 wtf the angle

👮‍♂️: I'm trying my best here 😭😭

🐍: Y'all c'mon he's old give him a break now he didn't know

🍭: This is that horror movie type shit 💀

🧸: LMAO

🎧: Naw this is one of those anime angles

🧸: ALEX DUDE

🍭: LMFAO ALEX

🐍: I'm ashamed of you all

👮‍♂️: It's okay Nathan this happens all the time

🐍: U should stick up for yourself man

🐍: This is why Jones is rude

🍭: 🙄💅 Bitch, I can be rude to whoever stands against me and that is that

🎧: I don't see crumbs off of his statement

🐍: That's it

🐍 adds ⭐ in the chat

🍭: WTF NATHAN

🧸: Nathan bro

🧸: You can't just do that

🎧 : We're so dead

👮‍♂️: Yikes

🐍: WTF RAMIREZ I WAS DEFENDING YOU 😡😡

👮‍♂️: Calling the chief in here is suicide

🐍: Relax he might be busy

⭐ joins the chat

🍭: bro 😑

🐍: oh shit

⭐: What is this

⭐: Why aren't you all working

👮‍♂️: Damnit Nathan

🎧: Misunderstood the assignment

🧸: Hey Chief

⭐: Hello Grace

⭐: What's up Nathan

🐍: Ramirez is getting bullied but now I'm getting bullied

🎧: fatherless behavior

🍭: Whoa Alex 💀

🧸: Oh damn ok Alex

👮‍♂️: Sheesh Alex 😨

🐍: See

⭐: Quit bullying each other and get to work

🍭: I am now 🧚‍♂️ a non bully 🧚‍♂️

⭐: Shut up Jones

🍭: Now I'm getting bullied after I stopped

🍭: Harassment!!

🎧: #jonesslander20××

🧸: Alex you need to calm down

🍭: YEAH ALEX CALM DOWN

🧸: No Jones I still think you need to shut up

🍭: Grace 😭

🐍: This is getting out of hand

⭐: Well CUT IT OUT

⭐: Get back to work that's an order

⭐: Now how do you turn this off

👮‍♂️: There's a red button that says off sir

⭐: Thank you Ramirez

⭐: Now hang on

⭐: [muted]

🧸: sir??

🐍: I think he disconnected

🎧: No his chatbar is muted, I checked the recent active bar

🍭: HOW???

🍭: Ramirez what did you tell him???

👮‍♂️: I didn't tell him anything I just told him about the red button on the right corner to turn off

🎧: THAT'S THE FUCKING MUTE CHAT BUTTON DUMBASS

👮‍♂️: Why would they even have that button

🎧: I think he was co host or something so maybe he had the option to shut anyone up

🐍: Ramirez you basically told him to shut up

🍭: Down bad

🧸: srs 💀

👮‍♂️: Aw come on guys

⭐: ...

🍭: Wait his icons still glowing

👮‍♂️: Wait so then how can he get out??

🎧: Click options and then click exit

👮‍♂️: Oh ok

⭐:

🍭: OMG I WAS LEAST EXPECTING THAT 💀💀

🧸: See we need to work on angles 😂

🐍: NO BECAUSE WTF

👮‍♂️: 😂😂😂😂

🎧: LMAO BOOMER SHIT 👹

🍭: ALEX CHILL

⭐: GOT IT

⭐: I CAN SEE THE CHAT

⭐: RAMIREZ

👮‍♂️: I'm so sorry sir I thought that was the mute button

⭐: PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN AND YOU ALL ARE GOING TO BE ON FILING DUTY

🍭: Why all of us tf

🧸: Exactly wtf for

⭐: QUIT QUESTIONING ME

⭐: NOW GET TO WORK

⭐: Jones I have an assignment for you so come to my office

🍭: Damnit

🎧: lmao see you in hell

🍭: 🖕

[phasmwrites]

connected || bakugou katsuki

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 6238 A/N: This is a part of the bnharem pen pals collab that can be found here! I don’t really know how I feel about this fic, so please be kind, I hope you all can find some enjoyment in it 💖 tagging @lady-bakuhoe​ @ramen-rambles​ @redbeanteax​ ily guys so much 😭

MOD DEKU [Today at 20:43 PM] 

Hello everyone of the All Might Fanclub Discord! Welcome back to another week where we discuss our favorite hero, All Might! This week’s discussion topic is: Which battle of All Might’s is your favorite? Be sure to let us know down below! 

Y/N [Today at 20:46 PM] 

I think All Might’s first fight back in Japan has got to be my favorite, against that sludge villain? He saved two kids and fought back when none of the heroes could!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:46 PM]

Uh, fuck no. First of all, the one who was ‘captured’ didn’t need anyone’s help, alright? It was obvious he was about to kick the villain’s ass before All Might even got there.

 Y/N [Today at 20:47 PM]

It kind of looked like he did need help- 👀

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:47 PM]

Well you’re obviously a fucking idiot, as per usual.

 Y/N [Today at 20:47 PM]

Excuse me?! 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:48 PM]

Did you forget how to read? I said you’re a fucking. idiot. as. usual.

 Y/N [Today at 20:48 PM]

Okay then, what’s your favorite fight, asshole?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:48 PM]

Fuck you, I don’t have to tell you shit. 

 MOD DEKU [Today at 20:49 PM] 

Enough @Y/N @NumberOneHero this is the FOURTH time the two of you have gotten into a fight within this server. This is meant to be a fun place to discuss All Might, if you two refuse to stop bickering I will have no choice but to remove you both from the server, this is your final warning.

 Y/N [Today at 20:50 PM]

I’m sorry 😔 it won’t happen again!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:51 PM]

Whatever.

 ・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・

 You slammed your phone down onto your nightstand in frustration, yet again finding yourself irate from the childish behavior of the one guy in the Discord server you joined roughly two months ago. It had started out as a way for you to talk to others about one of your favorite pro-heroes of your childhood, but slowly you began to resent the notifications you received all because of one asshole. The fact that you even slipped down to his level, spewing out insults in return just made your stomach churn with self-loathing. 

The cellular device laid face down on your wooden table taunted you, as you wanted to apologize for your rude remarks only minutes earlier. Even if you didn’t receive an apology in return, which you were fully prepared not to, it would clear your guilty conscience, right?

That was when your phone buzzed with a private message notification from him.

 ・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:01 PM]

FUCK YOU, IF DEKU DIDN'T RUN IN TRYING TO "SAVE" THE OTHER KID, HE WOULD HAVE DEFEATED THE SHITTY VILLAIN WITH NO PROBLEM. THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY JUST TOO MANY EXTRAS GETTING INVOLVED, BUT YOU DON'T SEEM SMART ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND.

 Y/N [Today at 21:01 PM]

Wow okay 💀 you really had to dm me to insult me some more? What are you, seven?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:02 PM]

I'M JUST TELLING YOU FACTS, IDIOT. WHAT MORE WOULD I HAVE TO SAY?

 Y/N [Today at 21:03 PM]

I don't know, maybe try to have a conversation without the screaming, like a normal person?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:03 PM]

I'M NOT SCREAMING.

YOU'RE NOT WORTH MY TIME ANYWAYS.

 Y/N [Today at 21:04 PM]

Ouch, my poor heart 🤧 whatever shall i do...some stranger on the internet yelled at me

 NumberOneHero [Today at 21:04 PM]

FOR FUCKS SAKE, I'M NOT YELLING.

 ・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・

 A few days had passed from your conversation with the asshole on Discord and you had made the decision to mute the server over the weekend to avoid receiving notifications from it. You knew you would only feel compelled to speak to people, and you weren’t ready to deal with some stranger berating you once more. Although you did find their rage humorous, you had preferred to not be called an idiot each and every time you pressed ‘enter’ on a message. 

The weekend had slipped past your vision in a haze mixed with avoiding responsibilities and sleeping excessively. It almost seemed like no time had passed from the moment you left work on Friday and returned early Monday morning and before you knew it, you were seated at your desk at work twirling a pen between your fingers. 

The closer the clock on the wall crawled towards the afternoon, the quieter the office had become with less people power-walking through. Working for a pro-hero’s agency often meant that the hallways would be bustling with activity, but you found yourself enjoying the brief moment of serenity between eleven and noon. 

“Bakugou! I saw you were in that new All Might documentary bro!” That was of course until pro-hero Red Riot’s voice suddenly echoed through the lobby. You perked your head up and watched both him and Ground Zero begin making their way towards the elevators, “How does it feel being a movie star?”

Bakugou grunted in immediate response, elbowing Kirishima in his ribs to push him out of his personal space, “It was just an interview, you idiot.”  

The files in the ash-blonde’s grip intrigued you, knowing exactly where he had planned on dropping them off, your desk. Of course, rather than gently lay them on your desk, he allows the documents to drop unceremoniously onto the hardwood, scattering all within your vicinity. Your jaw unhinged at the sheer audacity of him. 

“Hey! You could have just handed them to me!” Your voice carried throughout the third floor; this had been nothing new between the two of you though. He always seemed to find new ways to get under your skin, whether that involved referring to you as his shitty secretary or casually dropping scattered reports onto your desk. He always saunted off towards the elevators with an arrogant smirk painted on his lips while you could practically feel the steam releasing out of your eardrums.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the most chauvinistic heroes you had ever met, let alone worked for, but you couldn’t deny the way your heart palpitated just a bit harder when he was around. Snapping you out of your train of thought, the phone placed near your computer began to obnoxiously rattle, reminding you to finally take your lunch. Before you retreated from your desk, you made sure to jot down on a sticky note to look further into the documentary the two of them had been speaking of minutes earlier... 

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Y/N [Today at 19:34 PM]

Hey, did you see that new All Might documentary that came out? 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:19 PM]

Why the fuck are you messaging me…

Yes, I did.

 Y/N [Today at 20:21 PM]

Honestly, that’s a good question 🤔 I’ll just find someone else from the server to ask, peace out.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:22 PM]

Dramatic much? The film was fine, I enjoyed it. 

 Y/N [Today at 20:23 PM]

I liked it too! I really thought it was cool to get an insight from a few of his old students when he taught at Yuuei, especially those who are popular pro-heroes today.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:23 PM]

Oh yeah? You got a favorite?

 Y/N [Today at 20:24 PM]

Deku’s pretty neat! He’s got a lot of potential…

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:24 PM]

Give me more reasons to dislike you, why don’t you.

 Y/N [Today at 20:24 PM]

But- hey I wasn’t finished!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:25 PM]

Why the fuck did you send the message then?

 Y/N [Today at 20:25 PM]

Are you like some strange 40-year old man who doesn’t understand texting? 

Sometimes people send

Multiple

Messages

To

Talk

Grandpa

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:26 PM]

I’m 24 dumbass. 

 Y/N [Today at 20:27 PM]

ANYWAYS, I was going to bring up Ground Zero that despite being an asshole, I appreciate his brutal honesty. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:27 PM]

Oh? 

 Y/N [Today at 20:27 PM]

Yeah, I can’t deny he’s got a pretty face to look at, but that attitude 🤢

Are you a big fan of him or something? Your insults sound like his 🤮

 NumberOneHero [Today at 20:41 PM]

Something like that. 

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 If one more person attempted to push your buttons at work on this particular evening, you were nearly positive you would develop a quirk just to fling said person out the third story window. The past few weeks had been nothing short of boring, the only “excitement” being the new ways Bakugou attempted to get on your nerves whenever he could.

One would assume after six months of working for him, he would have run out of ideas or even find himself tiresome of it...Bakugou was anything but that. So when he appeared from around the corner with his pace set on reaching your desk, the audible groan that befell your lips didn’t land on deaf ears. 

“Oi, you got a problem?” He cocked one eyebrow up, muscular forearms pressed against the counter of your desk as he rested his chin on himself, “I didn’t realize you were getting paid to bitch and moan.”

You glared at the ridiculously attractive blonde opposite of you in response, “What do you want, Bakugou?” 

“I need you to bring up the villain from last week’s file, ya know, the one with the nasty squid ink quirk? Police want to look over the witness statements and phone calls we received on our end.” He explained, circling around your desk so that his large frame loomed over yours. 

With a curt nod, you began unlocking your desktop and accessing the criminal database that the agency had on hand. Your mind grew preoccupied with the task at hand, entering information into the filters in an attempt to find the files you entered in only a few days prior.

“No, dumbass, I captured the fucker on Thursday, not Friday.” His husky voice centimeters from your complexion had you nearly leaping out of your skin, the realization of just how close he was causing your face to grow warm. You rationalized it by placing blame on the body heat radiating off of him, but it was difficult to even think when he leaned over and laid his palm over yours.

He maneuvered the mouse along the screen, your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his large hand, fingers pressing into yours to click the buttons. In an attempt to quell the perspiration accumulating on your palms, your eyes trained on the digital screen in front of you. On the other hand, Bakugou seemed to be none the wiser, “Tch, you know there’s a much easier way to find the file, see?”

After only a few more clicks, the files were pulled up and you could feel the snicker that fell on his lips. He examined the documents, red eyes narrowed as he searched for the specific page with the witness testimonies and statements.  

“Send this to my office’s printer, would you?” His voice that crooned in your ear felt like velvet and for a moment you questioned if he was aware of his actions and just the effect they had on you and your frazzled brain.

All at once, Bakugou leaned back and began making his way back to his own office, shouting about how the papers better be out of the goddamn printer by the time he opened his door. You managed to do as asked, retreating to the bathroom moments later to splash freezing cold water over your face. 

The rational side of you wanted to punch his cocky demeanor square in the jaw, but another part of you, one that you attempted to hide, desired to silence his snarky comments with your lips pressed to his. Why must he have such an effect on you? 

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 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:01 PM]

Oi, did you die or something?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:11 PM]

Answer, idiot. I can clearly see you’re online.

 Y/N [Today at 23:12 PM]

Ok but why do you care 💀

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:14 PM]

I don’t, but people on the server have been wondering where you’ve been. 

 Y/N [Today at 23:17 PM]

Oh I didn’t mean to worry them omg 😭 I’ve just felt bad because for a while it was just you and I bickering,, so I didn’t want to bring anymore negativity to what’s supposed to be a server honoring All Might. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:19 PM]

Well they miss your shitty puns and stupid fun facts and I’m sick of having to read their bitching, so get back on already. 

 Y/N [Today at 23:20 PM]

Yeah, okay...thanks...I guess you’re not as much of an asshole as you try to portray 🤪

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:20 PM]

That face is disgusting.

 Y/N [Today at 23:21 PM]

🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:21 PM]

Why did I even bother wasting my life messaging you?

 Y/N [Today at 23:22 PM]

That’s your problem, buddy. 

So, tell me more about you.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:23 PM]

Why do you give a shit?

 Y/N [Today at 23:24 PM]

I mean, it’d be nice to know I’m not talking to a 50-year old man who’s going to try and solicit me for sex. 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:24 PM]

You’re delusional.

 Y/N [Today at 23:25 PM]

No, I’m just cautious, thank you. You said you’re 24 right? Me too!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:25 PM]

Cool.

 Y/N [Today at 23:25 PM]

What’s your name? 

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:26 PM]

I’m not fucking telling you.

 Y/N [Today at 23:27 PM]

Fine, dickhead suits you better anyways 🤷

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:28 PM]

Fuck you.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 23:41 PM]

You can call me K, I guess.

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 When you arrived nearly a half an hour late into work the next morning, you were anxiously awaiting for Bakugou to tear you apart with his foul mouth and harsh glare. Instead, you were notified by one of his sidekicks that he would be coming in closer to lunchtime, off running some early morning patrols. 

This gave you ample opportunity to take a small nap at your desk when the telephone remained silent, lack of sleep catching up to you as your forehead met the hardwood desk. You had spent a majority of the night talking with K and surprisingly he wasn’t as unpleasant once you broke past the initial barrier of crass and attitude. 

He explained how he had been one of All Might’s students when he was in High School, recounting numerous memories between him and the former Number One Hero. You were so fascinated by it all, awestruck in the wonderful stories he had to share about the man you and your family had looked up to for decades. Although you don’t regret losing sleep when it was the price to pay to hear more about All Might, your body punished you nonetheless with dreary eyes and a slight headache.

Just as you began to fall asleep yet again, the phone at your side began to ring with Bakugou’s specific ringer. You could hardly manage out a single syllable as you pressed your fingertip against the speaker button, “Hm?”  

“Wake up and come to my office, shitty woman.” He hung up abruptly, refusing to give you the option to retaliate with a harsh comment of your own. 

Your body felt heavy as you trudged down the long and narrow hallway towards his office. The double doors remained shut, allowing you to appear sluggish in stature without him making a rude remark about it. Once you reached the dark wooden doors, you straightened up and stepped through the threshold. 

“What took you so long-” Bakugou began to raise his voice, but was promptly interrupted when his mouth parted wide on its own accord, releasing a rather vocal yawn. He turned towards the row of glass windows overlooking the city, hand clasped over his lips.  

Outside of your control, you reciprocated and yawned just as loud as he had. It seemed like the pro-hero hadn’t gotten much sleep either, from what you assumed to be work-related...or even something more personal. 

“Are you fucking listening?” You were snapped out of your daze by Bakugou’s explosive tone, his body now shuffling towards you until he was within arm’s reach, “Tch, did you actually fall asleep at your desk?”

Shaking your head, you hoped he would believe you, “No, why would you even think-”

“You got some drool on your face, Princess.” The sudden nickname had your stomach doing somersaults, but it was when he reached out a hand to cradle the side of your cheek that had your breath growing shallow. 

Your eyes studied his expression as he swiped away at the drool on the corner of your lip with the pad of his thumb. His own half-lidded pair transitioned his focus onto your chin, pulling your jaw down with light force so that your mouth parted wider. 

Every atom of your being screamed for him to kiss you, to slant his lips over yours and claim you as his after all these months of bickering, but the two of you were promptly broken out of your spell when he received a phone call. 

“Shit...” Bakugou shuffled over to his desk to snatch his cell phone that laid on top of a stack of folders, “You see these reports? They’re pretty old but they need to be entered in the system, finish it before you leave the office today.”

With that, he left his office spewing insults into the phone that had been harshly pressed to his ear. Your fingers reached up to your complexion, digits pressing into the skin of your bottom lip at the thought of kissing him. Bakugou’s intentions were shrouded in mystery, one you still were unable to solve. 

“Whatever.” You sighed to yourself, rounding his massive desk to grab the tall stack of files.

When you managed to gather them in your arms, you promptly took notice of the framed trading card they had been hiding in their wake. Layered with tempered glass was one of the limited edition All Might cards that you remembered once begging your parents for as a mere child. 

One could have gotten lost watching the myriad of colors reflect off of the holographic card, but the tall stack of documentation in your grasp was starting to grow heavy. You made a mental note to ask Bakugou about the card when you got the chance, curious as to how he was able to obtain such a rare card from so many years ago. 

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 Y/N [Today at 22:10 PM]

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Look! My All Might figurine from the Silver Age came in!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:12 PM]

Looks cheap and fake.

 Y/N [Today at 22:13 PM]

Okay, rude. 😤 It’s limited edition and I have the paperwork to prove it’s real.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:20 PM]

I got a question for you.

 Y/N [Today at 22:21 PM]

Okay? Spill.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:22 PM]

Since I’m assuming you’re telling the truth when you say you’re a woman, how do you ask one out?

 Y/N [Today at 22:22 PM]

Huh? You got a crush or something?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:23 PM]

Something like that, I’ve never been into shitty romance before.

 Y/N [Today at 22:24 PM]

Omg! Have you ever kissed anyone?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:25 PM]

Listen, I’ve done a lot of shit, but I’ve never fucking asked someone out for the actual purpose of a date before. 

 Y/N [Today at 22:25 PM]

I don’t know if that’s sad or adorable?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:27 PM]

Fuck off, forget it.

 Y/N [Today at 22:28 PM]

Sorry! Sorry okay well who’s the woman? How do you know her?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:30 PM]

She’s worked at my office for a year.

Maybe longer.

It doesn’t fucking matter, how do I ask her out? 

 Y/N [Today at 22:31 PM]

Oh! That’s easy, ask her if she’d like to get dinner with you after work then! 🥰

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:31 PM]

There’s nothing else I need to do?

 Y/N [Today at 22:32 PM]

I mean, you could buy flowers if you’re really trying to make her swoon.

Make sure she’s not allergic to any first, or that date won’t be happening.

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:32 PM]

How the fuck would I know if she’s allergic?

 Y/N [Today at 22:33 PM]

I don’t know bud, ask? Ask someone she knows?

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:33 PM]

Fuck, whatever, fine, thanks. 

I’m not your ‘bud’. 

 Y/N [Today at 22:35 PM]

Whatever you say, good luck!

 NumberOneHero [Today at 22:40 PM]

By the way.

Your shitty fake figurine will never beat the Limited Edition card I own.

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 You had never dreaded coming into work more than you did on this particular morning. It was only last night, after two months of speaking to the enigma that was NumberOneHero, did you discover that he was none other than Bakugou Katsuki. The man you had been bantering with for months within both the server and the direct messages was the man you worked for, but also the man you foolishly developed feelings for. 

Just the thought of having to witness him with a bouquet of flowers intended for someone else made your heart sink within your chest. You hadn’t worked for him for a year, let alone longer, so your mind grew plagued with doubt the longer you sat on this revelation. 

When a photo came in on your phone from the ‘mysterious stranger’, the last thing you expected to see was the familiar framework that kept Bakugou’s All Might card intact. The color of the desk matched, along with the brand of monitor that sat next to the frame.

You couldn’t stop staring at the messages, re-reading through old conversations realizing that everything he said and did reflected himself and you were so stupid not to realize sooner. The most mortifying thing for you was the fact you had admitted that you were attracted to him, even if he had no idea it was actually you. 

The sound of loud footsteps against the tiled flooring snapped your attention to the one man you didn’t want to see today, his clothing a stark contrast to his usual attire. He had sent his sidekicks out to run patrols and aid with arrests today, stating that he needed to stay in the office to handle paperwork. 

“Do you know how to tie a tie, woman?” Bakugou's voice grumbled out to you, his fingers curled around the loose fabric in his grasp.

You nodded slowly, standing from your chair to reach where he stood, “Yeah, kind of.”

“Kind of?” He snorted, button nose scrunched up in amusement, “What the shit does that mean, you either do or you don’t, dumbass.”

“Give me the damn tie.” You grumbled, snatching it from his hand as you began to set it for him. Much to your surprise, his lips remained pressed against one another as he watched you adjust the knot.

When you had finished, you glanced up at the ash-blonde only to gasp at the proximity of his face to yours while he expressed his gratitude, “Thanks.”

Before you could allow your heart to sink deeper into your infatuation, you rushed out of the lobby with speed that neither of you anticipated. You needed to get away from him, from these feelings that burdened your chest, so you slipped away into the restroom to escape his presence. 

Bakugou attempted to call out your name, eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement as he tried to understand your sudden distress. As he began to follow your previous footsteps, he noticed your phone had slipped from your pocket and was now laid face down against the cold tiles. 

The last thing Bakugou expected to witness on your phone as the screen illuminated with messages was his online alias glowing back at him. 

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 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:45 PM]

Listen, I don’t do this often but I wanted to genuinely say thank you.

 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:49 PM]

You might be a thorn in my side, but I’ve come to enjoy talking to you or whatever.

 NumberOneHero [Yesterday at 22:54 PM]

Yeah, that’s it.

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 Being called into Bakugou’s office was nothing new, but the trepidation you felt when his piercing gaze met yours had your entire figure growing cold. He suddenly appeared more intimidating, with the way he stood tall while leaning against the edge of his custom crafted desk. In his grasp was your two week’s notice, your eyes focused on the trail of smoke that rose from the paper. 

“When did you know it was me?” He cut straight to the point, haphazardly throwing the letter in the direction of his trash, “How did you know it was me?”

It now made sense why your phone had suddenly appeared on your desk after you swore to yourself that it had been in your pocket. 

Your mouth grew dry the closer he drew himself to you, red eyes drinking in your appearance, “You sent the photo of the All Might card that’s on your desk, I recognized it.” 

Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, “Why didn’t you fucking say anything?!” 

“Why? Isn’t it obvious why I wouldn’t say anything?” Your breathing grew harsher at the overwhelming emotions flowing through you, deciding now than ever that you were going to make an absolute fool of yourself before exiting this agency forever.

“No, it’s not.” He snapped back, arms crossed over his chest, “Care to fucking explain?” 

All at once the dam you had built around yourself was cracked at the heart, drowning you in your pent up feelings, “I gave you advice on how to ask someone out, Bakugou, I don’t want to watch you use it on some other woman-”

“Why not?” His voice altered drastically from only moments prior, as if he was choking over his own tongue.

The way his fiery irises held your gaze had you unable to move, as much as you wanted to retreat from his office only to never step foot in it again you found your feet glued to the floor beneath you. 

“Because I have feelings for you idiot-” Not another word, syllable, nor breath escaped past your lips before Bakugou’s lips suddenly crashed to yours. His large palms cradled your complexion as he poured every bit of emotion he could muster into kissing you senseless.

After the initial shock had come and gone, you tossed all caution to the wind and returned his affection, arms locked around his neck as his mouth slanted over yours. Kissing Bakugou was nothing like you had anticipated; his lips were soft, hands careful as he slid them over your neck, down your figure until fingers eventually curled at your hips. 

He made an effort to tease you in the process, a gasp passing your lips when his hand squeezed at your waist. This allowed him the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, leaving no corner of your mouth untouched by him. 

Your hand blazed up to lace your fingers in his ash-blonde locks, pulling harshly in hopes of eliciting a reaction. It did of course, a low groan reverberating from his chest as he began to force you towards the opposite side of his office.   

“Good, because for some fucking reason I can’t get you out of my head either.” He breathed out against your lips the moment the back of your thighs met the edge of his desk, “I’ve wanted you for months, idiot.” 

You leaped up onto the hardwood, legs dangled over the edge as he shoved himself between your parted legs almost immediately, “Bakugou…” 

“I have a meeting in fifteen minutes-” He suddenly groaned at the reminder as his head bowed, the quiet notification promptly alerting him from his desktop. 

When he brought his attention back to you, he nearly lost the ability to breathe at the needy look in your eyes, and the next few words that you spoke, “Show me what you can do in that time, then.”

The airy laugh that escaped his throat was one of disbelief, but it quickly melted into a quiet moan when he suddenly felt your hand cup his hardening cock through his work pants. You smirked victoriously as you pressed the heel of your palm further against his growing erection. 

“Fuckin’ tease.” Bakugou snarled as he finally swatted your hand away from him, instead opting to slide your body further off of the desk so that he could press himself perfectly against your dampening leggings. 

He ground his cock against your heat, a small whine falling from your lips before he brought his own back onto yours and swallowed every noise that you emitted with great enthusiasm. This wasn’t the most ideal situation; Bakugou wanted to ask you out properly, he wanted to take it slow and build the anticipation through every little date. 

Despite that, he refused to deny himself the satisfaction of witnessing you in such a state of debauchery for the first time. He ghosted his lips over your jaw, trailing his mouth towards the expanse of your neck while you desperately pulled his top out of his pants. Your cool fingertips glided along the skin beneath his dress shirt, goosebumps suddenly rising along the back of his neck. 

Button by button you undid the black top, sliding it down his broad shoulders and thick biceps once the last one was out of place. Bakugou’s teeth pressed harsher into your neck, leaving multiple love bites along your jugular in his wake.

“We’re running out of time.” You gasped, clumsily fondling with yet another button, this time the one located on his work bottoms. 

Bakugou groaned as you used your heel-clad feet to fully slide his pants down his thighs, his cock sprung free the moment his briefs followed suit. The sight of his thick cock had you nearly salivating already, disappointed you wouldn’t get the opportunity yet to wrap the head drooling with precum around your tongue. 

“Now who’s wasting time, just staring at my cock like that?” He dug his nails into the fabric of your leggings, tearing them apart where the seam met halfway. Your cunt was glistening from just how wet you were already, his eyes rolling at the realization you hadn’t been wearing panties, “Tch, you expected to get fucked today, dirty girl?”

You mewled at the nickname before realizing just what he had asked, “Oh, all my panties are in the wash...so…” 

Only you could get Bakugou to let out a genuine chuckle as he leaned over to dip two thick fingers between your sopping wet folds, his nose just barely brushed up against yours. 

“I really fucking hate to make this quick…” His teeth met his bottom lip, plunging his fingers inside of you as he wasted no time in scissoring them against your tight walls, “...but I’m gonna make it up to you, baby.” 

You cried out at both the name and the feeling of him stretching you out with just his fingers alone, your pussy more than ready to handle him with how wet you were. He pulled out of you, making a quick show of lapping up your juices with his tongue twirling around his digits. 

“Next time I’m gonna get a taste of that sweet cunt with my head buried between those thighs,” Bakugou exclaimed, adjusting himself so that he could begin to tease you with the head of his cock. 

He wrapped his hand around his girth, slowly easing himself past your folds as his lips met yours yet again in yet another fleeting kiss. Your mind was whirling at just how quickly things had changed, one moment you were ready to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been between you two, to feeling his cock stretch out your walls so deliciously as he sheathed himself inside of you.

“Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven.” Bakugou’s own resolve was already wavering as your walls were so constricting around him, greedily taking every inch with fevered enthusiasm. Your limbs locked themselves to his frame, arms chained at his neck and legs locked at his waist once his balls rested against you.

You dug your heels into his back, urging him to move, “Fuck me already, Katsuki.”

The use of his given name without even asking sparked something inside of him, his hips rolling back only to start pounding into you with reckless abandon. His balls slapped against you with every thrust, his cock stroking your walls while he smirked at the sudden change in your demeanor.

Your tongue lolled past your lips, eyes staring at him pleadingly, “Oh, fuck-”

“That’s it, Princess.” Bakugou sneered, nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he studied your every expression, “You feel that? You feel my fat cock stretching out your slutty little hole?”

Nodding, you began to rut your hips up in hopes of meeting him with every thrust, but he had enough of you misunderstanding who’s actually in charge. He used one hand to still your movements, making sure to keep up with his own before using the other hand to grip harshly at your throat. 

You let out a sharp breath of air before it was snatched from your lungs, Bakugou’s red eyes watching with utter amusement as he used his strong fingers to choke you. The way he forced his dominating power onto you had your cunt squeezing his cock in a vice grip. 

The feeling within your lower abdomen tightened every time the throbbing head of his cock met that spongy wall inside of you. Of course, it wasn’t enough and Bakugou was perceptive enough to notice. 

Releasing your hip, he smirked proudly at the way you remained submissive to him, his fingers reaching for your sensitive clit as he began rubbing quick, tight circles against you. He let go of your throat just long enough for you to gasp for air, taking it from you yet again when he knew you wouldn’t go unconscious on him.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close…” His fingers only moved quicker on your engorged bud, refusing to allow himself to cum until you fell apart first, “You gonna cum for me first right? Fuck I want to watch you cum around my cock, come on, be a good girl, fucking cum-”

The guttural cry that managed to slip past your constricted throat was loud enough you both knew he’d have to come up with some excuse for the noise, your pussy clenching down on him as you came all over his cock and custom hardwood desk. With the feeling of you so tight around his length, paired with the sight of your eyes crossed and drool trailing down your chin, Bakugou came as well, releasing a husky groan past gritted teeth.

He pumped hot ropes of thick cum inside of you, hips stuttering and muscles relaxing as he nearly collapsed onto your blissed out figure. You were able to breathe properly once more when he released his hold on your throat, small red indents from his quirk slightly setting off evident on your skin.

“Hey, how am I supposed to leave this office with my leggings torn to shreds?” Were the first words spoken between the two of you, a small giggle passing your lips at the way Bakugou groaned into where his face buried itself into your clothed breasts.

He finally stood up and checked the time, cursing to himself at how he was at least ten minutes late to this meeting, “Stay here, I’ll figure something out when I get back.”

You watched him quickly redress himself, nearly tumbling onto the floor as he shimmied his way back into his pants. Meanwhile, cum was slowly dripping past your folds as you sat bare-assed on his desk. 

“But I have to go back to work too!” 

“Nah, you’re fired.” Bakugou smirked, now fully dressed and running his fingers through his disheveled ash-blonde locks, “I want to date you properly, dumbass, the whole secretary thing will cause problems. Besides, I can get you a job with one of the extras I went to school with.” 

You let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding, “Fine, Bakugou, only because you got it all figured out already.”

“It’s Katsuki, you had no problem using it earlier to rile me up, you fuckin’ tease.” He pinched at your waist, amused at the way you leaped up in surprise before pressing multiple pecks to your lips. 

After promising to take you out to dinner once his meeting was over, he kissed you one more time before he left the room and you to your own devices. When you began to scour his office in search of spare clothing, you could hear the voice of Kirishima from outside Bakugou’s office door.

“Seriously, dude?! Everyone could hear you, good luck explaining that to the other pros who heard your secretary screaming from the lobby.”

[castiel-barnes]

MYTHASOURS

Pairing: Ice Hockey! Din Djarin x Reader.

Summary: Yourself and Din adopt a little one, who Din teaches to skate. Ice Hockey AU.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: Slight mentions of injuries. Soft Din. Swearing mentions.

A/N: This is based of @shanediomorrissey Hockey Din AU fanart, which is absolutely amazing and you should totally check out their work.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @scribbledghost

Your husband had been part of the Ice Hockey World since he was very young. That was one of the first things, his adopted father taught him. Now he was on a professional team, in the Intergalactic Hockey League (IHL). His team.

The Mythasours.

One of the best teams in the entire IHL. Home to the late Jango Fett, who's career ended far too soon in a deadly incident. After the incident, the Fett memorial was created and gifted to the Most Valuable Player.

You felt Din move in the double bed, his arms detaching from your waist where they had been for the majority of the night. It must've been 05:35am. Run time. His routine was pretty much the same every day. Run. Shower. Get breakfast ready for you both. Gym and then the training session at the rink.

You groaned as you felt his warmth leave you, and you wrapped the blanket up around around your head.

"Hey Cyar’ika, it's gonna be a good day at the rink today. Wanna come?" He asked as he got his running clothes on,

"What's happening at the rink?" You groaned peaking an eye open. You smiled slightly as you saw the V cut at the bottom of his abs.

"There's uh a charity thing going on today. We're teaching kids from the orphanage, how to skate and play. I just thought you'd like to come with, you're usually really good with kids." Din explained giving you a small kiss to your head,

"Yeah, I'll come with. I like watching you teach little ones." You replied smiling tiredly. You laid in bed for five more minutes, before getting out and showering then changing into warm clothes. No matter what time of year it is. The rink is always cold.

For a change today, you made breakfast and let Din take his time in the shower and getting ready. After breakfast, you packed a few snacks into your bag.

You always took a book with you when the boys where in the gym, although you did sneak glances at Din every now and then.

Before the kids from the orphanage came into the rink, The Mythasours and their opposing team The Twin Sun's skated onto the ice.

As you and the other sat down, you over heard a girl 'bragging' about being Din Djarins girl to her friends? Oh you could not have this.

"Excuse me, I think you should reconsider before you brag about something you're not." You stated standing up,

"And who might you might you be?" She asked in a sneering way.

"I just so happen to be his other half." You replied calmly,

"Oh yeah? Then prove it. Otherwise your just another bitch who wants attention from my hubby." She tried to continue to pretend.

"I'm Y/n Djarin. I'm married to Din Djarin, the Captain of the Mythasours and our anniversary date is March 7th. Now why don't you go before I have to call security." You stated slightly seething, and standing straight to gain height advantage.

At this she backed off and went to the other side of the rink, whilst her friends abandoned her. Din witnessed this whole confrontation, and you went over to him as he called you over.

"What was that about baby?" Din asked holding your hand gently,

"Just another fan who thinks they can get what they want. Don't worry about it din." You replied giving his cheek a sweet kiss.

"Hey look the kids have arrived." You continued smiling. Din turned and smiled as all the kids filed in. He noticed out of all the kids with black, brunette, ginger and blonde hair. There was a kid with white hair, who was slightly smaller than the rest and seemed to shy away from the rest.

As the kids oogled at the professional hockey players, each player got to know the kids individually. Din decided to speak to the little white haired kid that had caught his eye.

"Mr Djarin." Peli Motto stated smiling at him. "It's so nice to see you again." She continued,

"Please Peli, there isn't much for formalities on the ice. Please call me Din." Din replied smiling awkwardly.

"Very well Din. I see you spotted our youngest here today." Peli said as the little white haired kid looked around scared,

"Yeah, what's the little guys name?" Din asked curious.

"Grogu. He is a selective mute we think. He hasn't talked since we got him at the orphanage." Peli explained with a sad look,

"Just sad that a cute one like that can be left with no parents." Peli continued.

"Do you mind if I.. like if I go over to him?" Din asked,

"Of course I don't mind. It's what we came here for." She smiled. Din smiled and skated over to Grogu, he wasn't really standing with anyone else. As he got to Grogu, Din kneeled down and smiled.

"Hi Grogu, my name is Din. How are you today?" Din asked,

All he got from the considerably small kid was a shrug and a nervous glance. But it was better than nothing.

"Do you wanna learn how to skate?" Din asked, at that Grogus eyes lit up like seeing a festival for the first time. Grogu nodded and smiled, causing Din to smile. You watched as Din helped the child, putting the skates on and trying them properly.

Grogu was a little hesitant at first to go on the ice, but Din was there to help him.

"It's okay buddy. I'm gonna help keep you steady." Din said quietly to Grogu. Grogu looked up at him, his big green eyes finally losing some of the fear he had earlier. Din smiled and held Grogus hands, as Din skated backwards.

"You're doing so good buddy. Do you wanna be a professional one day?" Din praised,

Grogu nodded and continued to concentrate on keeping balanced. Din smiled brightly and looked at you for a brief moment, and you were smiling right back at him. After a while the kids had their break, and watched the professionals skate around for a bit.

"I see you got a new best friend baby." You stated giving Din a kiss,

"Yeah, his name is Grogu and he's a mute. But he is so kriffing adorable." Din replied smiling ear to ear.

"He's adorable, you two look so cute together." You said quietly, earning a blush from Din.

After hours, it was finally time to go back to the orphanage. For Din, letting Grogu go back felt wrong. Grogu reminded him of himself when he was about that age, before his adoptive father found him.

When the two of you got home. You could feel something slightly off with Din.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked wrapping your arms around him,

"I just feel kinda bad for leaving Grogu at the orphanage." Din said quietly burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Well baby, we could always maybe adopt him. If you wanted. Cause seeing you and him earlier. I honestly couldn't of thought anything better." You suggested nervously,

Din whipped round with one of the biggest smiles on his face.

"Really?" He asked, trying to gauge if you were serious or not,

"Yeah. I mean, you'd make a great dad. Watching you with Grogu was amazing. Maybe we could speak to Peli." You replied. Din continued to smile and hugged you tightly.

The next day, you and Din went to the orphanage. You could tell he was nervous but that was a good thing. After some discussions with Peli, Din went by himself to Grogus room.

"Hey buddy." Din smiled kneeling down,

Grogu turned around and smiled brightly. His white hair tousled slightly.

"What do you think about coming home with me and Y/n?" Din asked,

Grogus face went into an expression of disbelief. He nodded and launched his tiny body into Dins. Din laughed as he hugged Grogu back, and helped pack the few belongings Grogu had. The two boys came out into the main area, Grogus small hand in Dins. And the two of them smiling brightly.

***************************

Time skip:

Grogu had been your adopted son for many months now. His skating ability increasing significantly, and starting to become one of the best on the kids Death Watch team.

9 times out of 10, Grogu watched Dins games.

This one game though was very different. The Twin Sun's had a new player. And even Cobb Vanth and Boba Fett had their queries about this player.

The game was heading towards a victory for the Mythasours. And this didn't settle right for the new comer. He saw his opportunity as Din skated forward with the puck, and the new comer shoved Din into the boards.

Din grunted falling to the floor hard, hitting his head against the ice. The game was called to a stop and IG-11 the medic, came onto the ice.

Boba went up to the new comer and got right in his face.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing newbie?" Boba growled,

"I was stopping him. Just cause he is the mighty 'Din djarin' doesn't mean he has my respect." The new comer explained. Boba was about to punch him, until Cobb stopped him.

"It's not worth it Boba." Cobb whispered.

Din was helped out, and Grogu was extremely upset trying to follow.

"I know buddy, I know. We'll go see your buir in a moment I promise. He's gonna be fine buddy." You croaked out trying not be scared for Grogu.

The two of you followed the ambulance to the hospital. And waited in the waiting room for almost an hour. You sat with Grogu and tried to distract him for a while.

Finally the doctor came out, and you stood up with Grogu in your arms.

"Is he alright?" You asked quickly,

"He only has a mild concussion and some slight bruising on his side. We'll have to keep him observation for the next few hours, you're able to go see him if you would like." The doctor spoke, showing the way to Din's room.

Din opened his eyes slightly, and smiled as he saw the two of you.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" You asked quietly,

"My head hurts. A lot." Din replied. He smiled at Grogu and watched Grogus hands as his signed.

'Are you okay papa?' Grogu signed,

"I will be buddy I promise. Its just a part of hockey." Din replied ruffling Grogus white hair.

After a few hours Din was able to go home, and get sleep. For the next few weeks, Din rested making sure to listen to the doctors.

He eventually went back to the rink, slowly getting back into the swing of things. Din attended a lot of Grogus training sessions, sitting on the sidelines giving him tips. He did stay for the Mythasours practice and watched.

When Din finally returned playing, everyone including Boba and Cobb.

"Din! My Vod how are you feeling?" Boba exclaimed smiling and hugging Din,

"A lot better than I was, that's for damn sure. What happened to the kid who gave me a concussion?" Din asked.

"Got kicked out. Turns out he's done this in a bunch of other teams just never been reported properly." Boba returned.

Din's first game back was amazing. Everyone, even the Twin Sun's fans showed their excitement of the Mythasours captain making his return.

The game went to the Mythasours.

At the end of the game, Din done a speech giving his thanks for the support.

[jwritesandrambles]

“Supposed to Be”

Hi there! Yeah I still barely use tumblr but hey lookit I did the wrote thing down!!!!

I would like to give a bit thank you to @schweeeppess and @dragonsworn05 for editing my messy dyslexic rambles. @noroomforcream and @just-a-little-in-over-my-head  did some really cool art for this! 

(if I missed tagging someone, it’s not personal I appreciate you so much, I’m just posting in a rush mwauh)

Jason was back in Gotham. For the second time since he died, actually.

The last time hadn’t gone well. Technically, it had gone according to plan--for the most part--but Jason was still shambling together the broken pieces of his mind. Back then in December, all that was left of Jason were the shards of hurt and anger. He had been living for nothing but the idea of someone else’s death. Coming back to the real world, away from the sheltered and hidden places of the League of Shadows and the All-Caste, seemed to bring a bit of him back. Seeing Bruce, talking to him…everything that went down, and the reminder that he cared about him--loved him, even--it woke something up in Jason. Something that he thought had died along with him and never came back. 

He had spent a year by himself, taking any mercenary jobs he could get, trying to find something other than the all consuming anger that had fuelled him for the past few years, but his travels didn’t matter now, as he stood in a back alley of Gotham, the protective red helmet tucked under his arm. He wished his replacement, Tim Drake, hadn’t chosen this particular alley to meet up in. 

The balcony and rickety old fire escape were unforgettable to Jason. It was where he had met the Bat, after trying to jack the tires off one of those many damn expensive cars that Bruce had. Not only where it began, but where he once thought it would end. It was only a year ago he had stood, gun trained on Bruce, the man he had, for a time, called father. His voice shook and tears rolled down his cheeks, “it would be so easy to kill you.”

Jason was ripped from his reminiscing as a soft thud signaled that Red Robin had landed behind him. Jason flinched more than he’d like to admit, but fought the urge to draw his weapon. Quick reflexes was a nice way of saying jumpy. 

“Hood,” The teen greeted. 

“Replacement,” Jason said with a nod, echoing Tim’s tone back at him, relaxing. 

“Weren’t you a replacement too?” Tim pointed out, seeming to take no offence. 

Jason shrugged, “True. I’m not denying it. Just as long as you know that’s probably what B expects. Another Grayson,” he mumbled. 

Sure, he was less angry than before, but that didn’t mean Jason wasn’t a bitter son of a bitch. 

Tim bit the inside of his lip, an awkward and slightly uncomfortable look on the visible part of his face. It flickered away and was replaced with a more professional, neutral expression as he cleared his throat. 

“Yes... well... We’re here for a job so let’s focus. You got all the information B sent you?” He was honestly trying his best, but he was hesitant about this mission. Could anyone blame him? Jason Todd had proven himself to be... volatile. The memories of Jason’s violence were all too fresh in Tim’s mind. 

“Yeah, I got it. I read the file over,” he mumbled. He puffed out a weak breath, “Scarecrow set up a chemical mixing shop by the docks, at least one shipment has come in, but we can expect more, right? Anything I missed?” Jason asked, rummaging through his coat pockets. 

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been trying to quit, but he didn’t want to be getting distracted with cravings while trying to focus on the mission. 

Tim watched him quietly as he lit off, smelling the tobacco from up on his perch. 

“Um... yes, that’s all,”  the teen dragged his teeth along the edge of his lip. The skin felt slightly raw and sore from his empty minded nibbling. 

Jason started walking off down the alley, leaving a slight trail of lingering smoke in damp air. Tim followed. 

“So,” Jason pulled the cigarette from his lips, careful not to let his helmet slip from under his arm. He held it between his first and second fingers, “Uh.. Why’d you have us meet here instead of anywhere closer to the docks?” He asked, trying to break the awkwardly growing silence.

“Scarecrow has patrols circulating around the docks. We’re less likely to be spotted if we’re not waiting around there to meet up,” Tim explains with a little shrug.

Jason hummed a brief note of understanding, “Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’m, uh, I haven’t worked with anyone in... years,” Jason paused, taking another drag from the smouldering cigarette, “Y’know, really nothing team oriented since working with B. Even then I was a shitty teammate,” he laughed hollowly.

Tim nodded, thinking about what Jason’d just said. Had it really been that long? Maybe… maybe the fact that Jason was even admitting to being a bad teammate didn’t bode well. It could mean trouble for them later. If it was so obvious that even Jason could admit it, perhaps Tim shouldn’t have done this team-up. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Tim ran to catch up to Jason quickly, “Wait... how old are you?” He asked upon reaching him. 

“I’m t- uh... hold on, well... how long was I gone?” He asked Tim in return. 

“You were thought to be dead for five years,” Tim told him, in a tone like he was reciting a Wikipedia page written about the formally deceased, wayward Wayne boy. Now that Jason thought of it, he was certain Bruce had a file written up on him now. Bruce had written up for every major criminal in Gotham city. 

Jason let out a low whistle and soft huff, “I must be… twenty one now? Weird.”

“So... you didn't know how old you were till now?” Tim raised a brow, causing the mask to shift.

“Yeaahh,” Jason drew the word out sarcastically, pretending to took him deep thought to reconcile. “Somethin’ about the severe head trauma, dying, comin’ back, and being isolated from the normal world for years, all while being a wreck the whole time seems to have made my memory a lil’ fuzzy,” Jason said with a wry, sarcastic smile.

Tim seethed silently, letting out a series of apologetic mumbles, eyes dropping to ground ahead of him- it was a tactless and rude thing to ask, and Tim should’ve known that! 

Jason laughed weakly, hand quickly coming up towards him and... ruffled Tim’s hair? The boy hadn’t even had a chance to recoil. He was just confused; that was the last thing he’d expect from Jason.

The man stubbed out his cigarette and lumbered on ahead of Tim, dropping it in the trash, “Don’t worry about it, kid. I was just being a bitch, you’re fine.”

Tim opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. A man who tried to kill him only a year ago had just ruffled his hair?! He decided not to comment on it, because-- after all--what the hell could he even say?

Tim cleared his throat again, “We should get into position, we’re almost there. Maybe get your, uh, helmet-thingy on?” He suggested. 

Jason glanced at the helmet- he’d almost forgotten he had it tucked under his arm. 

“Yeah, of course,” Jason said, lifting his helmet and plunking it on his head, “good reminder, Timbers.” His voice became modulated the second the helmet covered his head. His low, gravely, smokers growl of a voice, was nowhere near and deep and gravely as Bruce’s--but sounded like it took a step closer with every box of cigarettes--became a pitch lower still. An odd robotic twang edged his words, giving him a metallic, cyber sound.

Tim adjusted his own mask, making sure it was firmly in place before nodding to Jason. The two silently started up again, approaching a warehouse that was supposed to be locked until the next morning’s shipment. “Supposed to be” being the operative words. Instead, there was muted huffing and shuffling as two of Scarecrow’s workers uncomfortably hauled a large crate into the building.

Both Jason and Tim seemed to shrink into the shadows at the same instant; each becoming one with the wall. Jason drew his weapon quietly, earning a disapproving frown from Tim. “I’m not gonna kill them. Chill,” Jason whispered in that odd robotic voice. 

Tim seemed satisfied enough to quit pouting at Jason. They crept closer, making little dashes between hiding spots when the coast was clear.

Jason let out a breath of curse as his eyes fell about the giant, glass, canister. It was filled with a bubbling, sickly, arsenic green substance.

“No way, that shit is all fear toxin? Fuck! He’s got enough to blast the entire downtown!” His voice came through in a synthesized hiss.

“Worse.” Tim whispered, spying the large pressurizer on top of the glass container. “That’s just the liquid form. When he releases it, it’ll be gaseous. If it’s released from the container from a high vantage point, a small breeze could cover the entire city in minutes.”

The severity of the situation washed over what little of Tim’s features were visible from beneath the mask. 

This wasn’t just a quick little in and out operation anymore. One wrong move and there could have a small, yet very messy, catastrophic outcome.

Tim had to plan this carefully, because there was no way they could afford to mess this up.

He turned to Jason...or, rather, where Jason had just been seconds before. 

Jason had evidently had a similar train of thought to Tim’s. He’d realized this was a serious situation, though, instead of drawing the conclusion to re-evaluate, re-plan, and carry on with caution, or something sensible-- he seemingly forgot any sense of subtlety he had. Oh, God forbid carefully thinking his actions out, like any sane rational person would do. Or calling for backup, like anyone with a vague semblance of self-preservation.  No no, instead, Jason had decided it was best to act now and not waste a second with plans or any ideas of safety. He jumped into action.

Jason was already leaping over the crate the two vigilantes had been hiding behind seconds ago, as Tim let out a quiet imploring hiss of “Wait--oh no-”“ but it was too late.

Jason already had his gun drawn. 

“Scarecrow!” he yelled, “this ends now!” He fired at the box the two workers were carrying, sending it out of their hands and clattering to the floor. A series of shattering followed the initial crash as the contents shattered. Whatever chemicals that had been inside hissed loudly, a faint smoke rising from between the boards of the wooden box.

“Hood!?” The Scarecrow rounded to face who he knew as the ex-criminal, ‘The Red Hood.’

“In the flesh.” Jason kept his gun trained on Scarecrow, while a third worker who had been off to the side started to shuffle his way towards him.

“Thought you moved your little operation away from Gotham when the Bats got the better of you,” Scarecrow commented, not seeming pleased about the interruption at all. 

Scarecrow’s worker lunged at Jason. Tim kicked himself mentally and left hiding, kicking the worker --physically, not mentally this time-- back away from Jason. The third worker scuttled back, apparently deciding this altercation was above his pay grade.

Jason felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time; it was a feeling akin to camaraderie. He had someone watching his back for once. If the circumstances hadn’t been so dire, he might have even cracked a smile. Or, rather, he might have felt a slight tug at the corner of his lips, at least.

“Well, yeah, the bats did get the best of me. Now I’m tryna give them my best. And that involves bootin’ your sorry ass out of here.”

“Quick witted, aren’t you?” Scarecrow tensed slightly. His eyes darted away from behind his mask for a moment. He was glancing to the side. Tim followed his gaze over to the-

Shit! The canister! If the bullet missed Scarecrow it would-

Tim knew what scarecrow was thinking, but it was too late.

“NO!” Tim shouted, helplessly watching as Scarecrow dove.

As expected, Jason pulled the trigger reflexively, but the Scarecrow had already ducked. The bullet made a resounding bang as it fired, hitting the large gas canister. 

Tim seized up, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tensed, every fibre of his being filled with an awful sinking sensation. The room was deadly-still. It was like something written by the hand of a fool-hardy novelist, who was paid far too much for over-the-top paperbacks; The bullet had embedded itself in the glass, acting like a stopper. A sickening series of cracks emanated from the canisters, as a thin spidery web formed across the glass. All tendrils originating from where the bullet hit.

Jason let out a low whistle, “Well. That coulda been disastrous.”

Tim couldn’t help but feel relieved, a stressed laugh escaping his lips. 

Scarecrow was scampering away, his workers already having pulled a quick disappearing act themselves, because, this wasn’t what he’d planned. 

“Don’t even think about it, Crane,” Jason said as he turned, taking a heavy step.

Said heavy step was apparently too much. The glass gave a shuttering groan, followed by a small hiss as gas began to leak.

Tim made an involuntary distressed sound. Something akin to an exhausted sigh mixed with a whimper. 

The one word that ever so eloquently graced Jason’s lips was, “Fuck.”

And the canister...

Burst.

The pressure placed on the glass had built up and could no longer hold.

Jason’s final step had been the breaking point, the spider work of cracks along the glass giving way with a great shatter.

Shards of the canister flung themselves across the room. The liquid that had been held within instantly began vaporizing into a thick, sickening gas. To anyone that had the misfortune of inhaling it, it felt as though the gas was trying --with every atom of its existence-- to choke the life out of its victim. It reached into their lungs, clawed at their insides, grabbing at their desperately beating hearts, and squeezed. It forced their brain to fill their body with adrenaline and hallucinogens. Tim knew this. 

He’d studied the Scarecrow’s fear toxin many times. He’d been exposed to it before, too. Tim knew this fear and knew he was helpless to do anything about it.

Tim was helpless to stop this. He had failed. He’d failed Bruce. He’d failed this mission. Because he was weak. He was weak, helpless, hopeless, a failure, a burden, unwanted. He was nothing more than a replaceable replacement. No one would care if he was gone, God, it’s not like anyone would ever notice! He was a forgettable nothing. Tim coughed and wheezed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe!

Tim staggered. He tripped over his feet trying to get away from the intense fear that gripped his throat. Tim realized something physical was gripping his neck. The thing dragged him back roughly, towards what he could only assume was something horrid. Tim clawed at the thing gripping his throat. As he gasped for shuddering breath, he couldn’t help but begin to sob. He was going to die. He would die and no one would care. No one would even try to find him when he didn’t come home, they wouldn’t even notice because he was worthless, replaceable, weak, failure, helpless!

A new level of fear washed over Tim as he felt something cover his face, it encased his head. Tim could feel it squeeze his skull, he swore the pressure felt tight enough to crush his cranium like a tin can. It was claustrophobic. He felt his own shallow breath bounce back against his lips, because it had nowhere else to go. He was trapped and suffocating.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t BREATHE! OH--oh, oh no... no? Wait a moment... he COULD breathe.

Tim took a moment to try to get his bearings. He needed to remember how his lungs worked. He awkwardly sucked in a breath of filtered, recycled air. It tasted tinny on his tongue. Tim blinked the tears from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, and he became aware of the taste of salt too. There was the faint scent of stale tobacco and smoke. His mind was reeling as he processed each detail. He dragged tongue over his lips nervously, and began to chew at his bottom lip. Tim’s heart was still pounding and his hands were shaking. He raised his hands to feel his head, glancing at his twitching fingers as they passed in front of his face, confusedly. Everything had a red tinge to it. He pressed his hands to his head, feeling a hard smooth surface.

Tim’s brain felt slow and groggy, taking a moment to clue into what was on his head. Was it Jason’s helmet? Yes, yes it was Jason’s helmet, that was certain, but where was Jason? 

The thick gas still hung in a green fog, but the helmet seemed to be filtering the worst of it out. Tim swept his arm though the air, watching the gas clear slightly, before swooping in to fill the gaps. Tim knew he needed to thin this stuff out if he wanted to have any hope in finding Jason before tripping over him. He rushed through the room, feeling his way over to the door. Scarecrow’s men had closed it, containing them --and more importantly the gas--  inside. Small mercy the fear toxin wasn’t being released on the city though. 

Tim dragged his fingers along the wall. His senses were so heightened that it was almost overstimulating. It was likely due to the toxin, Tim guessed. He could still feel the rough brick as he scraped along, even through the tips of his gloves. It was oddly reassuring. A steady constant he could focus on until -thunk-  His hand bumped into a smooth metallic protrusion from the wall. Exactly what Tim had been looking for. 

“Bingo.”

Tim swept his other arm through the air again, doing his best to fan the gass away for him to get a bit of a better view of what he was hoping to see. A metal switch box, old and slightly rusted around the edges. Tim had been counting on any wearhouse by the docks having a ventilation system to keep the products safe from humidity. Of course, he was right. With some difficulty, Tim wrenched the switch box open. After straining to read faded, dusty labels through the gas in the air, he flipped what he hoped was the right switch.

There was a small whine of aching metal that hadn’t moved in a long time and Tim cracked into a grin underneath the helmet. 

He’d done it!

The fans kicked into a regular pace. The smooth ‘whoomp whoomp whoomp’ of turning blades filled Tim with a sense of muted triumph. The foggy haze of fear gas began to thin as the building began to filter it out, mixing it with the humid air. Tim figured it would be condensed and drip out to puddle with the dirty water in the alley behind the warehouse. If Tim was right, which he usually was, it wouldn’t harm anyone unless they decided to drink from the puddle water. Which was unlikely, but not impossible. It was Gotham after all.

Tim looked around the room as the gas dissipated. His gaze found its way to a shaking heap on the floor next to the shattered remains of the canister he had been standing before. The proud grin faded from Tim’s lips. 

That... that wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Hey, um, hood? Red hood, status?” He asked, the words felt strange as they left his mouth. Hearing his own modulated voice echo slightly in the room felt vaguely surreal. 

The heap of muscle and leather known as Jason didn’t reply. 

Seeing Jason’s twitching body on the floor emptied a hollow pit in Tim’s stomach. Jason had never seemed like he was even capable of fear. Capable of rage, capable of hurt, and capable of pain, sure, but fear seemed like something Tim would’ve assumed Jason was beyond. Something so... innate, that the unnatural nature of Jason’s second life would’ve swept it away. 

Tim made his way over, hesitantly rolling the helmet forward off his head. The fear toxin seemed to be thin enough now that it wasn’t harming him.  

“Ja-er, Jason?” Tim’s soft voice seemed thunderously loud in the quiet room. The only other sounds around were the fans quietly whirring away and, far more disturbingly in his opinion, the even quieter shaking breaths and distressed whimpering tumbling from Jason’s lips. 

Jason was not in good shape. He was shaking violently, hands over his head. His whimpers were punctuated by violent spasms that racked his body every few seconds, accompanied with a louder more pronounced cry. 

Tim felt the colour drain from his face. He quickly kneeled down, setting the helmet on the concrete floor next to them both with a slight clink. Tim grabbed Jason’s arm, trying to turn him on to his back. Jason heftily flailed the arm Tim pulled, unintentionally hitting Tim in the face. Tim yelped in surprise as a sharp pain sprung from his nose, warm liquid leaking down his face. The blood pouring down his face didn’t deter Tim much, the blood coursing through him  seeming to do the opposite for pain as it did the rest of his senses. The pain was slightly numbed--or, rather, it had become easy to ignore. He fought to wrangle both of Jason’s arms, quickly scrambling to sit on Jason’s torso, struggling to pin Jason’s arms down with his legs. 

Tim took off his mask. He knew it was against protocol, but an un-obscured face was easier to recognize when the toxin took hold, in Tim’s experience. 

“Jason? Jason, look at me. Can you hear me?” he asked quickly, holding on to Jason’s shoulders. He desperately hoped Jason wouldn’t throw him off. Jason’s eyes were unfocused, spinning around wildly all over the room. 

Tim tried to process Jason’s words, “No, not again, ple--I can’t I--it hurts! Fuck! It hurts,” Jason’s words became incomprehensible for a moment, then his fists clenched tightly. “I don’t want to die! Not again. Not again not again not again! He’s gotta come save me, take me home, he’s gotta! Shit, not again!“ he choked and broke off with a shout and another full body jerk. 

Tim was jostled but didn’t fall off, by some miracle. “Jason!” he tried. “Listen to me!” Tim put his hands on either of Jason’s face. Jason flinched away from Tim’s touch with a sob of “It hurts, it hurts, I can hear all my bones snapping, I’m dying, it’s crushing me, I can’t--I can’t--”

“I know,” Tim cut him off gently, “I know it hurts and--and you’re scared, but you’re not alone, I’m right here. I’m going to help you,” Tim tried to catch Jason’s focus. 

Jason’s roaming eyes stopped dodging around the room, and turned towards Tim. He kept looking from Tim’s shoulders, Tim’s chest, back up to his face and then to his eyes and back to his chest again. Perhaps not the ideal image of calming down but it was a first step. 

“Good,” Tim praised softly in relief. He ran his thumbs over Jason’s cheeks gently. Now more so than ever did Tim take notice of the scars on either side of Jason’s face. On Jason’s left cheek, there was a jagged line that traced from his cheek bone down to his jaw. A similar yet smaller one was mirrored on Jason’s right. Tim could understand why Jason flinched from him. He shook the thought from his mind, “See? We’re okay. Just try to breathe, in and out. You can do that, right, Jason?”

“No! No! I c-can’t, I’m crushed, I can’t. My--my lungs, they’re all full of blood, and mud, and dirt, and fuckin’ I dunno what!” Another violent thrash went through Jason’s body, almost toppling Tim off this time. “I can’t breathe, it hurts! I want it to stop hurting! How do I make it stop!?” 

“Uah--yeah, I know it hurts, but I promise nothing is crushing you. It’s just me, I’m light, and I’m here and I--I know it hurts I’m going to try to make it stop but I need to--” Jason thrashed, but Tim didn’t relinquish his hold on him, “--but I NEED you to stay still!”

Jason’s eyes finally locked on to Tim’s, “M-make it s-stop?” he echoed back to the smaller vigilante.

“Yeah, yeah I’m going to try to make it stop.” Tim slowly pulled his hands away from Jason, sitting back slightly, starting to fish through the many pockets and pouches attached to the strap around his waist.  

He almost always had the antidote on hand. Bruce had trained him and prepared him meticulously, making certain that Tim would be ready with everything they had at all costs. The only issue was it was enough antidote for him; almost seventeen, about a head shorter and ninety pounds lighter--nowhere near enough antitoxin for the two hundred and forty pounds of murder that was the shaking mass of Jason Todd slumped before him.

Jason dropped his head back against the concrete floor, beginning to mutter once again. 

“My fault. All my fault. I can’t--all dead.”

“No one is dead, Jason, everyone is okay,” Tim said, soon after feeling a small surge of triumph as he located his field fear toxin antidote kit. He opened it, quickly pulling out a small vial, and a syringe.

Jason’s eyes snapped to the syringe in Tim’s hand as he filled with antidote. Jason grew quiet for a second before starting to try to fight Tim off of him, “No, no no no no no no! Don’t go! don’t go! Not again, I can’t be alone, can’t be asleep he’s gonna kill us. Dad said he’ll get rid’f his mistakes!” 

Tim knew Bruce wouldn’t have ever threatened Jason like that. He could only assume Jason meant his biological father. 

“Said he would--don’t, don’t! It’s crushing me I can’t be alone!” Jason couldn’t keep hold of his own fears. They ran together, all mixed in to become some dread filled nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. 

Tim was lucky Jason was so sloppy in this state. If he’d had a bit more of his wits about him, Tim figured Jason would’ve easily shaken him off already.

“You aren’t alone!” Tim reminded Jason, struggling to inject Jason without hurting him. “This is going to make it stop, I promise!” Well, that wasn’t fully true. But the dose would reduce it. 

When Jason wouldn’t hold still enough for him to properly gauge where the vein he needed was, Tim unceremoniously jabbed at where he hoped it was instead. 

Jason shouted, thrashing around like a heavy shark in a net being lifted out of water.

Tim pulled the empty syringe away quickly, letting Jason throw him off. He stumbled and crashed back down, landing on the concrete floor a few feet away. Tim only now realized how heavy his breath was as he watched Jason writhe freely on the floor before him. As Tim caught his breath, Jason’s movements gradually began to slow. The mutterings of fear faded into soft whimpers, then into deep breaths like Tim’s. Tim bit at his lip again. “Jason?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Jason groaned in response. He took a moment to collect himself as he grew conscious of reality again. Really, reality was a shit hole too, but it was a better shit hole. He shifted slightly, cussing under his breath. 

Tim felt an invisible weight lift from his shoulders; swearing like a sailor was promising in Jason’s case. 

He quickly scooted across the floor to him. 

“Hey,” Tim said in a hushed voice. “Jason? How you feeling?”

Jason--with what felt like the struggle of Sisyphus rolling his boulder for the millionth time--rolled over to face him. The white shock of hair stuck to Jason’s forehead with panic induced sweat. He puffed out a lungful of air in a feeble attempt to blow the hair from his face. Jason swiftly gave up on that and swallowed heavily.

 “I-I... yeah, yeah, I uh... I--okay. I’m feeling okay,” Jason rambled, looking dazed. He took up scanning the room again, hyper-vigilant to any danger.

Tim nodded slowly. He grabbed a water bottle that was shoved in one of his many pouches. He helped Jason sit up, just enough so he could sip at the water, and forced the bottle into Jason’s hands. 

“Drink,” Tim ordered, quietly. 

Jason’s hands still shook lightly, causing him to fumble with the cap in his hands. 

Now that the danger had passed, Tim finally had time to process what had happened; he often found himself acting and only having time to absorb the details afterwards. Details like that Jason had traded his safety and immunity for Tim’s. 

Why did Jason do that?

“Not... that I’m ungrateful,” Tim began hesitantly, “but that was a stupid thing to do, just… now- today,” he stumbled out awkwardly.

“I know,” gasped Jason after a long chug of water, a weak smile on his lips. 

“I mean--it’s like in those before flight messages on planes. Put your mask on before the baby’s or whatever,” Tim joked slightly. Tim’s nose wrinkled slightly, cringing just the tiniest bit as he realized he implied he was the baby in this situation, “Well, you know what I’m getting at…”

Jason seemed to only take even more amusement out of the teen’s regret. Tim never thought he’d see the day where he felt tension draining at the sigh of Jason Todd, a man that tried to kill him and about eighty other people, smiling. 

Jason laughed weakly, though it came out a little haltingly, as the shivering shakes hadn’t yet subsided. “Yeah, well, I d-did have my mask on. I just... gave it to the k-kid before the plane went down,” he mused. He didn’t really believe in his own point, and shook his head. 

“No, no you’re right. It was stupid and I know that.”

They fell into a slightly awkward silence for a second, the burning question still gnawing at Tim’s mind.

“Why?” Tim said, abruptly. “Er, why did you do that? If you knew it was stupid?”

Jason didn’t answer for a long moment. Instead stalling by taking another swig of water. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before answering.

 “I don’t know,” Jason admitted, with a little smile. 

Jason was breathing heavily, but seemed more focused, “I didn’t... really think. Maybe I was just makin’ up for other stuff I f-fucked up or... dunno. I guess I j-just... I knew if one of us was gonna be safe, it had to be y-ou.”

Jason swore he could practically see the little loading sign twirl in Tim’s nerd-brain as the teen processed what he’d said. The mental loading bar filled, and Jason’s words seemed to click. Tim’s eyes dropped away, and he smiled a little shyly. Not an awkward or uncomfortable smile. Just complimented.

“Thanks,” Tim’s voice was just above a whisper, “ that was... really nice of you.” 

“It’s okay, don’t men-ention it. Like literally ever. It’ll ruin my rep,” Jason cracked a teasing smirk once again and Tim got to his feet laughing lightly.

“Annnnddd he’s back to normal,” Tim chuckled and offered Jason a hand. Tim yanked him, not without obvious difficulty, up to stand tall. Jason leaned on him for a moment before straightening, keeping a hand on Tim’s shoulder to steady himself. Tim quickly bent down and scooped up their masks from the floor where he’d set them down.

“Let’s get you home,” Tim hummed, putting Jason’s arm around his shoulders again when he stood.

“Hey, I’m fin-ne, you don’t have to take me back,” Jason argued, but Tim was already starting to lead him away.

“Too bad, I decided I am.”

“Rep-placement Robin number whatever you are--I am fine!”

“Sure you are, that’s why you can’t stand up right by yourself?”

“Shut up!”

“I speak only truth.”

The two bickered all the way back through away from the docks. All the way back through the city. All the way until they reached Jason’s apartment complex. Then they bickered some more. Though neither knew it yet, what had begun forming was the beginning of a close bond. One that nothing would be able to break.

[stories-to-tell-by-lantern-light]

Who Am I Really?

(Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Iron was all he could taste, as he hugged his arms close to his chest. The white snow that speckled the forest floor contrasted greatly with his newly acquired ash-grey skin. He could feel blood crusting under his fingernails, he could feel the sting of the cold snow underneath his bare feet as he walked. Whatever they did to him, he was no longer human that much was clear, his feet turned more animal-like and had ripped through his old shoes. If he was being honest with himself he knew that from the moment he awoke and could still see that he was no longer human.

Jack Nichols shivered as he caressed the hollow sockets where his eyes should’ve been. They were dripping with the black tar that was mercilessly poured in there by Jenny and her cult.

‘That absolute fucking bitch.’ He thought, and an animal-like snarl tore through his throat. He could feel the stretching and popping of his jaw as he ground his teeth together. Killing her and her stupid friends was therapeutic to him, remembering the taste of their blood as it filled his mouth when he tore out their throats made him feel euphoric. Pausing his steps only for a brief moment he let those memories of eating their flesh and organs consume him, it only served to make his mouth water.

What was wrong with him? Why did that memory, which happened only hours ago, make him so god damn hungry? What exactly had they done to him, as much as he tried not to dwell on that thought the hunger that ate away at him even after the slaughter was almost too much to handle. All Jack wanted when he woke up this morning was to go on a date with a cute girl, get a little drunk, and maybe get lucky (though realistically that was just wishful thinking). The true college experience one might say, even for a med student. Especially with a schedule as busy as his...that was as busy as his. He knew he should’ve just stuck to focusing on school and studying his brain out, god why did he have to listen to his friends as they urged him on the date.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

This. This was clearly the worst possible outcome.

What he really couldn’t believe, however, was that he allowed one of the cultists to get a hit on him, and a bad one at that. Turning his head to glance down at the tear in his thigh, it was a deep gash that desperately needed to get medical attention and fast. The only problem the former medical student faced was that whatever was pouring out of his leg wasn’t blood. It was a deep black ooze that stained the white snow that littered the forest floor. In fact, Jack wasn’t even sure if normal medical supplies would even heal his wound. Jack grit his teeth trudging onwards into the forest, a faint buzzing reverberated around in his skull like flies buzzing around a corpse that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He placed his hand against a tree the world spinning around him. Whatever the blood-like substance that was pouring out of his leg was, he was losing it fast. Jack heard the crunching of snow in front of him and a small gasp. It took most of his strength but he picked his head up and snarled. Jack bared his teeth and tried to make himself look as dangerous as possible, he felt like a wild animal that was cornered by the hunter. There was a girl in front of him, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was stuffed under a furry winter hat. She took a few steps back, her brown snow boots making giant footprints in her wake. He could hear the blood flowing through this girl’s veins, as her anxiety levels seemed to spike. The anxiety caused her heartbeat to quicken drastically, hearing the sound only served to increase Jack’s seemingly ceaseless hunger. Jack tried to take another step towards her, flexing the sharp nails on his hands but collapsed under his own weight, his fucking leg. He really couldn’t catch a break, could he?

“What are you?” The girl’s voice held a slight quiver to it and Jack could feel her sharp eyes burning holes into his body. He watched as she hesitantly took a step closer, her (f/c) parka standing out against the muted colors of the forest.

“I don’t know.” He responded with a raspy breath, she smelled divine but he had no strength to attack. Something in his bones told him that he was beyond human, something so much more, a god perhaps? What a silly thought that he couldn’t shake away. Through his quickly blurring vision, he swore he could make out a pair of fancy dress shoes a little bit behind the girl. He saw the girl drop to her knees and cover her ears, his vision went black and the sound of static accompanied the darkness.

---

Jack was expecting to be dead. He expected to be accompanied by beautiful white light, maybe an angel or something. However, it caught him very off guard when he suddenly awoke in a rather plush bed. He threw the plaid covers off himself unceremoniously and moved to swing his legs over the side of the bed. The baby god never got far because he let out a howl of pain as a sharp sensation traveled up his thigh. Shit right, his entire upper thigh was practically ripped open. He forgot all about that, glancing down at his wound he noticed it was wrapped tightly in medical bandages and he assumed it was stitched up underneath the dressings. Whoever fixed the wound seemed to have done at least a semi-decent job, at least he wasn’t dead. Sniffing the air with his newly acquired sense of smell he could make out the distinct smell of humans and...was that lavender?

Jack felt his stomach growl and he doubled over clutching it. They smelled delicious. He could practically hear their organs singing out to him, rip open the human, steal us, devour us.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door opening, in the middle of the doorway stood the exact girl he’d seen in the forest. Immediately going on the defense he bared his teeth opening his jaw as wide as he could, he heard the popping sound of his jaw as it extended, he felt something swirl around in his mouth. He felt a chill run down his spine at the unwelcomed sensation.

Did he have more than one tongue?

Shaking the thought away Jack didn’t move to attack, he was never the type. He would always rather listen to rationality before getting his hands dirty, the only issue was he was starving and the girl would absolutely make a fine meal.

“Don’t try demon.” The girl scoffed eyeing Jack up and down, if he was still his old college self he would’ve gotten flustered at the gesture. A girl showing him attention? Unheard of back them. However, after Jenny, he was almost positive he’d never let that happen again. His sockets looked down at what the girl held in her hands, it was a plate, a plate that had kidneys on top of it. He was only mildly aware of the fact that he was drooling all over himself. “Oh gross.” She scrunched up her nose placing the organs on the bottom of the bed.

Without hesitation, Jack attacked the cold meat shoving it in his mouth with vigor. He knew blood was all over his face and hands but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Jack knew the girl’s calculated eyes were watching his every move, even so, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure as the food slid down his throat. Once the meal was finished and Jack was satisfied he finally felt he had enough strength to start asking questions.

“Who are you?” He rasped, whipping his mouth with the back of what was left of his sleeve.

“Really? You’re asking ME that question.”

“I’m not a fan of your attitude.”

“I’m not a fan of you bleeding out on my property.”

Jack growled low and guttural.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” The girl had the audacity to laugh in his face was she not aware of what he was capable of now?

“Nice try but I’m not scared of you. You’re not allowed to hurt me as long as you’re under my care.” She pointed to herself with her thumb, puffing out her chest a little however he could hear her pulse increase just the slightest bit.

Jack only scowled.

“What pray tell is exactly stopping me?” He raised an eyebrow watching carefully as the girl lifted up her sleeve to her sweater. Scared into her wrist was a symbol that Jack had never seen before in his life, but for some unknown reason, he felt dread wash over him. Carved into her wrist was an O with an X slashed through it. “What’s that supposed to prove exactly? That you’re into weird tattoos?”

The (h/c)-ette let out a loud sigh like this conversation was boring her. Oh he’s sorry it’s not his fault he was turned into a fucking organ-eating monster by a cult at his local college! If he still had his eyes they would be rolling so far back into his skull, yet he still waited for the girl to explain.

“My name is (y/n), I’m a medical proxy under The Operator. Currently one of the only ones he has left because we keep getting killed off by rogue killers.” The girl, (y/n), clicked her tongue in clear distaste at the mention of said killers. “Since I’m under The Operator it means if you kill me, he’ll kill you, that’s the deal Jacky boy.” That put him on high alert.

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

“You’re certainly full of questions for someone just waking up out of a coma. If you must know The Operator gave me a brief rundown of your file after we found you in the woods.” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest “It’s your lucky day because you just got hired to work for him.” She gave him a round of applause, but it sounded more mocking than serious and he only grew more confused.

“This doesn't make any sense to me. I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m sure it isn’t. It’ll all be explained in due time. For now, all you have to focus on is getting better so you can begin your training. Lucky for you, I’m your registered nurse and caregiver, so enjoy your stay at castle de la (Y/n). Trust me when I say you should value your time here while you still have it.” A thousand more questions ran through Jack’s mind and his little question and answer session with his self-proclaimed nurse didn’t really help.

“So you’re a med student then?” She made a noise of affirmation picking at the strings of her sweater.

“Was a med student Jack, that pretty much came to a screeching halt after I was scouted by the boss man. That, however,” He watched as (Y/n) put a hand to her lips signaling him to stop asking questions, “Is a story for another day. The first order of business now that you’ve eaten is a shower. Cause no offense but you smell like dried blood, and coming from me that’s saying something cause I smell blood all the time.”

Jack still didn’t trust this stranger fully and it got under his skin that she seemed to know everything about him and he knew next to nothing about her. Yet, a shower did seem nice at this moment, he glanced down at his hands and noticed his nails were caked with dry blood. He could only imagine what every other part of his body looked like, (y/n) clearly didn’t bother cleaning him up aside from dressing his wounds.

“A shower sounds good.” Jack nodded in confirmation and the girl gave a relieved smile.

“Oh thank God you agreed, it took me a week of convincing to get Jeff to go take his first shower.” Jack decided it was best not to ask who Jeff was deciding that that was a can of worms he shouldn’t open just yet. She reached out to touch him and he immediately recoiled back almost biting her handoff, the smile that appeared disappeared into a frown.

“Don’t touch me.” Memories of Jenny’s friends holding him down while he pleaded for his life flashed across his mind. The blade coming closer and closer to Jack’s crystal blue eyes before making contact and-

“Alright, cannibal boy snap out of it. Can’t have you succumbing to blood lust just yet. You don’t wanna injure yourself more.” (Y/n) snapped her fingers next to his ears and he couldn’t help but feel a little grateful that she snapped him out of his stupor. “I was going to help you to the bathroom because you really shouldn’t put pressure on your leg. Is that okay?”

Jack felt himself nodding reluctantly. She was right, he really shouldn’t put stress on his leg or it could cause more harm than good. Especially since he didn’t know the extent of the injury yet, for all he knew he was lucky they didn’t hit the femoral artery. Her arms went around his waist as the god and the human girl hobbled to the bathroom together. On the short walk there Jack was trying to get a feel of the house, in case he needed to make a grand escape in the future.

“I’ll put some fresh clothes outside the door for you, call for me when you’re done so I can help you back to the bedroom.” (Y/n) explained as Jack hobbled into the bathroom, he didn’t feel the need to respond to her as he shut the door in her face. He heard a faint click of a tongue from the other side of the door and listened to the girls retreating footsteps.

Jack leaned against the sink putting most of his weight on his hands. The sink creaked at the newfound pressure and Jack wasn’t sure it was because it was an old house or because he had newfound strength. He glanced up at the mirror, it was weird somewhat seeing when you had absolutely no eyes. It was the first time since the incident he got a good look at himself, he looked about as good as he felt.

Terrible.

His auburn hair curled around his now pointed ears and was caked in mud and dirt. He was almost grateful that (y/n) didn’t touch him aside from the wound while he was unconscious, Jack couldn’t imagine what he might’ve done if he felt anyone go near his face. Speaking of his face, he opened his mouth and saw his teeth were shaved into razor-sharp fangs. His stomach turned as he remembered the exact reason why they were like that, organs. They were like that so he could eat organs. The thought wasn’t nearly as nauseating as it should’ve been.

His skin was unnatural and sickly grey color, as he lifted up his shirt the color seemed to spread all the way down his body. He glanced down at his hands and saw his nails were long and black, almost like those girls who wore acrylics, except he was sure their nails couldn’t rip into people's chests with a single swipe. Continuing down his body he lifted up one of his padded feet, he was correct in his assumption from earlier. They were much more animal-like, he wondered if they made him faster, what purpose could they possibly serve other than that?

Gently letting his footfall back down on the floor he shuffled to the shower and turned it on, the water sprayed out in a burst and he patiently waited for it to heat up. Eventually, he was able to step inside, not before knocking his head not only against the curtain rod but also on the showerhead.

“Fuck!” He snarled glaring down at the showerhead. Jack did a little double-take, okay he was also super tall, at least he got one blessing out of whatever the fuck was happening. Jack had to kneel on the ground in order to let the water roll down his body, with a deep breath he enjoyed the warm water pelting his skin. He fumbled around with the shampoo trying to figure out how to open it without popping a hole in the container. As the lid popped open he was hit with the calming scent of lavender.

~~~

“We’ll send someone to come back and check on him in about a month give or take, see how he’s adjusting and healing.” A figure spoke from the kitchen shaking a cigarette into an ashtray, as (y/n) stood across from him. The man ran a hand through his messy brown hair “Then we’ll reassess him, give him a test and see if he’s fit to come to the mansion.” Meanwhile, the girl heaved a sigh of her own and leaned against the cool tiles of her kitchen wall.

“So it’s gonna be my responsibility to explain everything that’s happening to him? Isn’t that supposed to be your job Tim?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow “You realize he’s, like, almost seven feet tall, has no eyes and eats organs right? I’m not even sure WHAT he is.” She muttered, “The rundown I got really only gave me his background and his clear trauma.”

Tim clicked his tongue like the girl in front of him was wasting his time, it made her ball up her fists subconsciously.

God, the main proxies really got on her fucking nerves sometimes.

“You won’t have to worry about that, The Operator will handle all of that throughout the coming weeks. No need to worry. You also don’t need to worry about harvesting organs for him, and hopefully, once he’s healed he’ll work on doing that himself. But for now, someone on a kill close by will be dropping off organs.” Tim’s nose scrunched up a little and the (h/c)-nette’s did the same, she normally prided herself on her strong stomach, but this was a lot even for her. “The only thing you have to do is monitor his eating, see how much he will need on a weekly basis, and obviously keep him alive.”

“Obviously.” They both seemed to have a mutual understanding about that at least, she fucks up and he dies they’re both in deep shit with The Operator. Tim reached to the side where his porcelain mask sat against the countertop.

“Don’t fuck it up.” He pointed to her before slipping out the door leaving the women alone with an organ-eating monster. (Y/n) mimicked ‘don’t fuck it up' in a nasal voice before kicking off the wall and heading back in the direction of her guest's room, she pulled out a pair of crutches from the closet and rested them by the bedside. She gently scratched at the faintly buzzing symbol on her wrist, this is going to be a long month.

[mcytreaderfics]

Hi! Could u maybe do sapnap comforting a trans male reader after having a bad day or being misgendered?

I went a little overboard with this one cause I'm a trans man and I could really relate lol. I hope you enjoy it!

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____’s day had been shit from the second he woke up. His head was throbbing after he got up from bed. His alarm had gone off late, making him late for work. He couldn’t find his binder, forcing him to wear a baggy hoodie for the day despite how hot it was out…and then at work his creepy cubicle mate was being extra fucking weird, trying to get ____’s opinion on ‘hot chicks’ in the office.

Things probably could have turned around. Surely, ____ had thought, nothing could make this day worse. And then his bosses boss made an unexpected visit to the building.

It was nearly time for ____ to leave for the day, but he got called back to his boss’s office. Groaning in annoyance to himself, ____ forced himself to his feet. He had been doing customer calls all day and it felt like there was more pissed off customers than not. Hopefully this could get done and over with quickly so he could just go the fuck home already. Forcing a tired smile to his lips, ____ walked his way over and knocked on the door before stepping inside.

Inside was his boss, a man who  ____ didn’t like or hate. The person standing by his desk was new. Obviously, he knew her as his bosses boss, someone who came by only for worker evaluations. ____ had assumed that was what was happening all day, but he had really hoped that his wouldn’t be until tomorrow. Obviously not. Smiling still, ____ stepped in fully and shut the door behind him.

"Afternoon, ma’am” ____ said politely as he sat down. She smiled back as well, giving him a nod

“Good afternoon Ms ____“ She said, making his heart leap and his brow furrowed. Maybe it was a mistake, saying ‘miss’ with his last name.

“I’m sorry, its ah…mister, not miss” ____ corrected. Her smile dropped to a look of indifference. Her apathetic grey eyes glanced down to a paper in her hands before looking back up at him.

“Your file here says your name is..” as she said his deadname, ____’s blood ran cold. His posture became less relaxed and his smile dropped to something akin to a scowl.

“Actually, ma’am It’s ____ and its in my file as well. I would like to ask you to politely respect that” ____ had learned long ago to stand up for himself, not wanting to let someone like this walk all over him.

“Well miss, unfortunately, I have to call you by what’s in your file. So now-“ the woman was speaking, but ____ stood up. He didn’t give her a minute longer to continue.

“I will be clocking out now and I expect my last check to be forwarded to my address. I will be speaking to someone higher up about this blatant disregard of the antidiscrimination policy I read deeply into before I started working here. I truly hope you have a horrible rest of your day.” He said calmly despite the anger boiling in his veins. How ____ didn’t start crying from stress alone was a miracle. He said not another word as he left and went to his desk. He logged out of his computer, grabbed his bag, and went to clock out for the day. I could find another job easy enough, so he didn’t give two shits about giving them two weeks more of his life.

Storming out and into his car, ____ finally let a yell escape his throat. It left his throat feeling raw, but he felt a thousand times better. He didn’t even think to call Sapnap to tell him that he was coming home early.  ____ was already tearing up as he started the drive home. Within fifteen minutes, he was pulling into the driveway and making his way inside. Unlocking the front door, ____ didn’t hear the tv on or see Sap anywhere. Frowning and feeling the stress pooling at the top of what he could handle, ____ locked the door back and started searching the house for his boyfriend.

Finally, he could hear muffled talking coming from the other man’s recording room. Guilt pooled in ____’s stomach at the idea of interrupting him, but at the same time, he needed his boyfriend’s presence right now. Approaching the door, ____ knocked quietly, not wanting it to be picked up on Sap’s mic. Opening the door next, he peeked in and frowned at his partner with tears trying to break the dam. It was obvious that Sapnap had heard the knock, because he was muting his mic and looking away from the screen.

“____? You’re home early- Woah wait why are you crying?” Sap frowned as he turned and typed something quickly and closed everything out. He stood up and put his headphones on the desk.

“I…I’ve had a really shitty day…” ____ hiccupped, tears finally spilling over onto his face. Sap was quick to come over and pull ____ to his chest. That was all it took as he was crying loudly, hugging his boyfriend and holding onto his shirt like it was a lifeline. He could hear Sapnap whispering soft words to him, a gentle hand on his back as he cried his heart out. After a minute, ____ started to calm down. His sobs had become sniffles, his breathing evening out.

“Lets go and watch a movie, you can tell me everything that happened, okay…?” Sap murmured as he leaned back to wipe ____’s tears away. ____ nodded, sniffling.

A movie got put on in the background of the living room as ____ and Sapnap got cuddled up on the couch. He had gone through the whole day, telling Sap everything that had occurred. The way the other man’s face contorted into disgust when     mentioned the deadnaming was comforting in of itself.

“That’s fucking horrible, ____. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. Anyone can look at you and see you’re a guy. I hope that bitch gets fired..” Sapnap muttered as he held ____ close to his chest.

“Me too..I’ll make some calls tomorrow, but right now I just wanna cuddle and not think about it..” ____ sighed softly, leaning his head back against Sap’s chest. At least his horrible day could have a happy ending.

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RUN | Pietro x Reader

Originally from my Wattpad

CHAPTER 11 - FAST

tw // violence, swearing

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I have never, ever told anyone my secrets. I've barely even told them my real name. But everything Fury had said felt like a stab to the chest. I didn't like the fact that he had that power over me. To hear someone say the things I've only thought about in the dark out loud was making me feel exposed. I wanted that to end, and quick.

He was right. That was what angered me the most. Every syllable, every word he had uttered was dangerously close to the truth. No one knew I had nightmares. And no one knew I lived most of my life in the darkness of the Red Room. These were things that I kept to myself. But somehow, Nick Fury got his dirty hands on my secrets, and I wanted the one who put their nose in my business to pay.

"What makes you think someone told me these things?" He inquired. I wasn't interested in his game anymore. I just wanted him to get straight to the point.

"The fact that you question the possibility is a sign." I dug my fingers into my own skin, fighting the anger away. I couldn't let it get out of my control, not now. No matter how much I wanted to strangle him to death, I couldn't risk getting killed. At least not until I find out who spilled my secrets. "Answer me, Fury. How did you get the information?"

He took a deep breath, pausing before he said, "Through a reliable source."

"A source that happened to know everything about me? You're a horrible liar." I scowled. "I made sure those sources were dead. Hell, anyone who knows even my favourite colour is six feet under." Or you know, burnt to ashes. A very creative way of disposing and cremating, I'd say.

"I beg to differ."

"Oh? So, I wasn't the one who killed them? I wasn't the one who murdered them with my own two hands? Who watched them take their very last breath with my own two eyes?" I watched him squirm in his seat, it was subtle but I caught it. "I guess they burned their own bodies."

He laughed, raising his eyebrows in mock humour. "That's cute."

"Adorable, I know." I grinned, but I knew the usual playful sass it carried was lacking. I was dripping venom. "Someone new told you these things. And if you want my full loyalty..." I turned my head to the mirror, which was obviously built for people to look in. If I guessed right, a group of Avengers were standing right behind it.

"Then you'll let me slit their throat."

The man let out a loud laugh, baring his teeth as he did so. "We have files of you, too, you know. Don't need to get so dramatic, L/N. You're not as secretive as you think."

"God. You can stop trying to lie now, Nicholas. There is no file. Even if there was, it would be useless. I wiped all my records clean and I made sure of that." I leaned forward. "Now, tell me the name."

On the other side of the mirror, a certain Avenger was trying her hardest not to run away.

"She's going to kill me." Wanda let out a sharp breath, her heart racing fast. She didn't think herself as someone who scared easily, but the look in Y/N's eyes shook her to her core. "She's already overpowered me once. I'm too weak against her. My powers-"

"-are strong enough to defend yourself against L/N. You have nothing to worry about, Wanda." Pietro cut in, trying to comfort his sister. He kneeled in front of her as she sat, looking into her eyes.

"I meddled in her mind. I invaded her privacy." She stood up from her seat, her chair screeching against the floor as she pushed it forcefully. She was trying her hardest to not explode into a flurry of emotions. God, if stress was visible in colours, she'd look like a damn festival.

"We needed you to." This time it was Steve who spoke up. "What you did was necessary, and if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have even gotten close to her accepting the offer."

"Besides, she's just playing mind games." Natasha chipped in. "She's trying to get Fury to break."

"Well, it might not look like it's working on him but I'm definitely affected." The young woman's eyes glowed red once more, the familiar scarlet waves swimming through and around her fingers. She tried to focus on the warmth, trying to find comfort in the familiar surge of her powers.

"Calm down." Pietro put his hands on her shoulders, urging her to stay seated. "She can't do anything to you. We won't let her." And he swore on that.

"Don't worry about it, kid. I'm sure Fury's got it all under control." Tony moved from the mirror to join his friends in comforting the young witch. "Plus, Pietro's right. We won't let her mess with you."

Wanda chuckled, amused at her family's antics of trying to cool her down."Are you just trying to calm me down so I don't accidentally blow this building up, or do you guys actually care about me?"

"A little bit of both." Tony shrugged. A small laugh escaped her.

"Guys." Natasha's voice brought them back to the problem at hand. Everyone moved to the mirror.

"You can shove that up your motherfucking ass, L/N."

The conversation had gotten heated. The room went still as everyone anticipated Y/N's next words. But then they couldn't hear her anymore.

"He muted us." Tony huffed.

Nick had disabled the speakers, and all they could see was him screaming at her, pointing in the direction of the two-way mirror.

Nobody moved.

Y/N was laughing, her body shaking as she cackled. They could see her mouthing a few more words before Nick slammed his palms onto the table and walked out, leaving her with a smug smile on her face.

Everyone's blood went cold.

"Wanda." The door suddenly opened, revealing a stone-faced Nick Fury. "I'm afraid it's gotten out of my control."

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After approximately two hours, two men dressed in the familiar S.H.I.E.L.D attire came into the room I was in, and then led me outside to a well-lit hallway. The walls were stark-white, strips of light lining up at the sides of the ceiling.

"Where are you taking me?" I turned to the taller one of them two, trying to get him to look me in the eyes. But he kept his head straight, dragging me along as he walked.

"The Director ordered us to take you to him." He didn't react. He was like a robot...not even an ounce of emotion behind his eyes. I bet he'd be very good at playing poker. Maybe I should ask.

"Can't he just get me himself?" I whined like an ass, wanting to get at least some reaction out of him. But he stayed silent, barely affected. I huffed, turning to the other one instead. He was bald and he looked very angry.

"Is he always like this?" I pretended to laugh. Bald Man gave me nothing but a fierce sideways glance. This was boring. They were boring me. "Fine. Don't talk. Can't believe S.H.I.E.L.D hires people with dry humour."

"Hey...out of curiosity, do you play poker by any chance?" I genuinely wanted to know. Tall Man threw me a dirty look before turning his head away again. Still no damn reply, though.

"Jeez. It's just a question." I stopped talking immediately. I wasn't going to waste my breath on these two assholes.

Just as I was about to bask in the silence, a loud crash echoed through the hallway, the sound of gunfire and shouts bouncing off the white walls.

"GET DOWN!"

I heard the familiar whizz of a bullet coming towards us, and immediately dived to the floor, stomach flat on the ground. It hurt like a bitch, but I'd take a couple of bruises over a bullet any day.

The two men beside me immediately reached for their handguns, aiming it at whoever shot at us. I couldn't see, too busy trying to dodge bullets to focus on the attacker. It was a cursed situation. I was in handcuffs, and I had no weapon whatsoever.

Yet here I was, getting shot at in the hallway of S.H.I.E.L.D's headquarters. What have I gotten myself into?

"Search for her!" I heard a male voice shouting in the middle of all the commotion. Could it be? This wasn't just anyone. The minute I heard his voice, my blood went cold and I froze in my tracks.

He was here. And he was coming to get me.

"We have to get her out of here!" Tall Man yelled to his friend.

I heard the familiar crackle of a radio from where Bald Man was, "Code Red! Code Red! We've got a breach in the security system-"

A gunshot cut him off.

"Damn it–Tall Guy! I think this is the part where you take my handcuffs off!" I prayed he would comply. Please just get me out of here, please.

He didn't respond, so I rolled over to my back and heaved myself up, hands still bound. I couldn't be here. He was here. How did they find out where I was?

It took me years to get off their radar. I was invisible for so long, it seemed like I was so close to being forgotten. But they never forget.

Hydra never forgets.

I ran blindly through the hallway. Somewhere in the commotion, they threw smoke-bombs at us. Even if I wanted to run, I'd risk running into them.

Thousands of possibilities swam through my mind. Was this really the end for me? For my freedom?

My panic levels surged as I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders. I yelled, but I ducked out of their weak grip quickly, landing on the ground with a hard thud as my imbalance overpowered me. It was an unfamiliar face wearing an all-too-familiar emblem on her chest.

"You." She grinned.

"Yeah, no shit, it's me." I tried to scurry away from her, dragging my body pathetically on the ground as she creeped closer to me. The minite she was close enough, I swung my right foot across her feet. She fell on her ass immediately.

Old-school trick. Hydra's hiring idiots, now?

I scoffed before moving into action, swiping her gun away from her holster and shooting at her stomach. She clutched her wound, howling in pain as blood flowed out. I couldn't afford to think twice about it.

I ran again, this time in the opposite direction of where she had come from. Then I bumped into a brick-hard chest.

Panicked, I aimed my gun at the intruder. Only to find a silver-haired man at the end of the barrel of my gun. He held his arms up. "Don't shoot."

"I could pull the trigger right now." I was breathless–not only from fatigue, but from anxiety. "I would, you know."

He didn't say anything, but he did move. It was a hell of a blur, and just as I blinked, he held my gun in his hand while I stood empty-handed.

"Now you can't." He raised an eyebrow.

"Find her! Now!" It was his voice again.

Pietro's eyes flicked from my face to the area behind me. I turned away from him again, scanning the place for an escape. There was none.

My hands were cuffed. I had no weapon. I had no advantage. I was at a dead end.

There was only one way out of this. Unless I was willing to walk head-first into hell again. And God knew I would take this road just to avoid the other consequence.

"Alright. I give up."

"What?"

"I pledge my fucking loyalty to you. Or whatever it is that you want. I swear." I looked into his eyes, desperate for him to oblige, to listen. "Now get me out of here. Fast."

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After school, Dream, George, and Sapnap tossed their bags into Techno’s trunk. Technically, he and Dream did have PowerPoint projects to complete, but it was a solo project and he already finished it at lunch.

Snagging the shotgun seat, Sapnap cheered, “To the mall!”

Techno grimaced. At least Sapnap was excited.

Actually, there was one good thing that came from them: friendship. Techno had met Dream at one of these mall fights while they went to different middle schools, then they ended up at the same high school and started to drag Dream’s other friends to them. Techno didn’t mind George and Sapnap, they were just more Dream’s friends than his.

Techno drove them out of the city, and they cruised down the highway for twenty minutes before pulling off to the exit towards the abandoned mall.

“I’ve never understood why this shit happens right after school,” George said.

Dream answered him, “It’s because the cops think this stuff happens at night. They don’t think to look for this stuff during the day.”

“Plus, there’s a lot more of the other stuff going on, so they’re busy.”

“Why do you know that, Sapnap?”

“Reasons.”

Techno rolled his eyes at the trio, and pulled the first aid kit and his backpack out of the trunk. “I’m gonna stay in the car today.” He handed the box to George. “Math homework due tomorrow,” he explained.

“Ah man. That’s too bad,” Dream said, stretching out his arms. “More practice for me.”

“Maybe you’ll even beat me next time,” Techno joked.

Dream wheezed, and Sapnap had to push him away towards the building.

Techno got back in his car, cranked the radio, and blasted the AC, shutting the windows tight. Throwing the bag into the seat next to him, Techno pulled out his binder, and opened it to a fresh piece of graph paper. Study time lasted all of forty minutes before the sirens rang out.

“Snitch,” he muttered to himself. He slumped down in his seat, and pulled out his phone. He debated who to text before deciding that George was least likely to be busy at any given moment.

Techno Got snitched Cops in lot

George Fuck Dream says leave Drop our stuff at Bad’s Drop Tubbo with Punz

Techno Roger

A squad of four cars descended on the parking lot. Most of the officers stormed the mall, but three stayed behind. Two began making their rounds around the parking lot, but--of course--the other was left behind to secure the entrance. It was standard procedure, so Techno wasn’t very surprised to see this happening.

Techno made the decision to continue doing his homework rather than try to get away. He tossed his phone on the passenger seat and turned the radio off.

He was calm. He was cool. He was doing his math homework. He was rolling down the window when prompted by a tap on the glass.

“Captain Craft,” the officer stated.

“Pleasure,” Techno responded.

“License and registration.”

Techno grabbed his wallet from his backpack and gave Captain Craft his license. He leaned over to the glove box to grab his car’s registration. “Afternoon Sir,” he muttered, handing over his paperwork.

“Techno Blade? Unique name.”

Techno snorted at the officer’s attempt at small talk. “Was born with it, I'm afraid.”

“That’s cool.” He handed Techno back his paperwork. “What are you doing here?”

Techno gestured to the paper in his lap. “Homework. Got a calculus test next week.”

“Smart kid.” Captain Craft was writing things down in his notebook. “Do you know why the police were called to this location?”

“No Sir.”

“What brings you here?”

“A quiet space to work, the foster home gets really loud. Normally this place is empty.”

“Normally it is,” Captain Craft agreed. “So you don’t know anything about a potential drug deal?”

The surprise on Techno’s face was genuine. Yeah this was an illegal ring, but drug deals? Really? “No Sir. I’m just doing my homework.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah,” Techno said, not playing the officer’s game.

Captain Craft leaned back to look at the backseat.

Techno had never been more thankful that Dream, Sapnap, and George liked throwing their stuff in the trunk for more leg room in the backseat.

Captain Craft patted the car. “Well. I feel comfortable letting you go free kid. Clearly you have nothing to do with this.”

“No Sir.”

“Techno Blade was it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you have a number we could potentially call if need be?”

Now, Techno would have loved to give the officer his home number--giving the police a direct line of contact with his cell didn’t sound good--but that was a horrible idea. One of the other kids would pick up the phone, and they’d talk. Or the Foster Bitch would pick up, and she’d just cuss out the poor person who called. “Yeah. Let me get you my cell number.”

Captain Craft scribed the number down in his notebook. He flipped the page and ripped off the next page. “Doctor’s note to get you out of the parking lot.”

Techno snorted as he grabbed the paper. “Thanks.”

Techno shifted the car into reserve and pulled out of his parking spot. He drove towards the checkpoint and didn’t roll up the window until the officer standing guard approved his departure.

Techno arrived at Sapnap and Bad’s house. He pulled into the parking spot in the apartment’s garage that Bad paid for, so Sapnap’s friends could leave their cars when they came over. He grunted in annoyance at the weight of the three backpacks; there also wasn’t a convenient way to carry three backpacks. He rode the elevator up to the first floor and buzzed Bad’s apartments.

“Who’s there?” Bad’s voice crackles through the intercom.

“Techno, I’m here for delivery and pickup.”

Bad laughed.. “Hi Techno, they’re in the middle of something so it’ll be a little while.” The buzzer sounds and Techno steps into the room, taking the elevator to Bad’s floor, which was unreasonably high. How was Sapnap supposed to climb through the window late at night at this height?

Although Techno was required to have someone buzz him in, he conveniently had his own key for the door, and could use that. Techno couldn’t be bothered to remember which room was Sapnap’s, but he knew where the guest room was, so he tossed all their stuff in there.

“Hi Bad. Have any snacks?” Techno asked, entering the kitchen. Mario Kart sounds floated over from the living room. “It’s time to go home!” Techno called out to the kids.

“Why?” Tommy yelled back.

“Because. Also Tubbo, Dream said that I’m dropping you off with Purpled at Punz’s place.”

“Oh.” Techno could hear the way Tubbo’s face fell. “He got into something again?”

Techno took the plate of sandwiches from Bad and brought them out to the boys. He gave Tubbo a tight smile. “Apparently, but he’ll be fine.”

Once the boys finished their game--Ranboo won--they all bid Bad adieu and head back for Techno’s car. The boys and their backpacks file in. Tommy sat up front; Tubbo situated himself on the middle hump, and Purpled and Ranboo arranged their legs accordingly.

He let the boys karaoke on the way to Punz’s place. They were very loud, but it helps that he didn’t have to worry about where he was going, as he is far more familiar with these streets than he would have liked to be.

Techno pulls into the driveway. “Get out.”

“Thanks for the drive Blade!” Tubbo said, following Purpled out of the backseat.

“Good luck!” Ranboo yelled after them, stretching his legs into the newfound space he had at his disposal.

“Stay safe!” Tommy shouted, only half joking. “Let’s get out of here.”

Techno pulled out of the area once Tubbo and Purpled had made it into the house. He then drove them out of the slums to the richer areas of the city where Ranboo lived. He parked the car in Ranboo’s cul de sac.

“This is my stop,” Ranboo said lowly.

“This is your stop.” After a few minutes of silence Techno spoke again. “You gonna get out?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Ranboo opened the door. “Thanks for the ride!” He pushed it shut once outside and walked up the lawn to his manor.

Tommy waved goodbye to his friend then turned to look straight ahead. “Let’s go back now.”

“Are you still mad at me for hanging out with Dream?”

Tommy didn’t respond.

Techno pressed on the gas and brought the car back to the main road. “I’m allowed to have friends, kid. I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“Then stop. Stop defending yourself. You don’t need my approval.”

“When did you get older than me?”

“When you started hanging out with kids who get put in the newspaper for petty crimes!”

“I’ve been hanging out with Dream since long before you even got here.”

“And? People change. Little Dream isn't big Dream!”

“I know who my friends are,” Techno bit.

“I hope you do. Because Tubbo is having a sleepover with Purpled which means Dream isn’t home. And you were there. So what happened?”

All of Techno’s pent up energy left his body, and he fell into a steely expression. “Nothing.”

“Something happened! Why isn’t Dream home?”

Techno turned on the radio.

“Tell me bitch boy!”

“Do you want to eat tonight?” Techno shouted back at him, turning to face him directly now that they were stopped at a red light.

Tommy’s eyes were wide. He had one hand on his seat belt buckle and one on the door handle. He was as pressed away from Techno as he could get in the car. He was holding his breath and his body was tense. “Please,” he whimpered.

Techno tensed up as well. He had gone too far. He knew he had gone too far. That wasn’t cool playing on Tommy’s fears like that. “Tommy--”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll shut up. Please. I know it’s your stash. Please.”

“Tommy.” The light turned green. “We’ve been over this. My stash is your stash.”

Tommy mutely shook his head, refusing to reply.

Internally sighing, Techno tapped his finger on the side of the steering wheel, his brain working hard. He should have known not to say that with Tommy, but of course he had to mess up again.

The car behind them honked its horn loudly, jerking Techno out of his thoughts. He lifted his foot from the brake, and placed it down on the gas, accelerating forwards, and allowing the long line of traffic behind him to go.

Tommy still hadn't spoken, but was shaking slightly, and it wasn't because he was cold.

“My stash is your stash,” Techno reiterated, if only to fill the silence.

“No it’s not,” Tommy said in a small voice. “You keep saying it is, but it’s not.”

“Then steal from my stash to make your own stash. You’ve done that before.”

“Not from people I need to like me.”

Techno stopped looking at Tommy in hopes he would calm down slightly. “I do like you,” he reassured. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be trying to convince you that we share a stash.”

Tommy fiddled with the radio stations and made a noncommittal sound of what Techno pretended was agreement.

Techno and Tommy spent the rest of the ride home in silence, Techno glancing at Tommy out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

When they arrived home, Techno put the car in park, and undid his seatbelt, but made no move to get out of the car. Twisting his neck, he looked Tommy in the eyes.

Techno knew what Tommy needed to hear, even if he hated having to need to say it. “You can eat tonight. Grab whatever you want from my stash.”

“Really?” Tommy asked more hopefully than Techno was comfortable with.

“Yeah.”

Tommy then bolted out of the car, as if to make sure he did the thing while he had permission before it was taken away abruptly.

Which Techno would never do. Techno was feeling like shit playing on Tommy’s insecurities to get him to shut up. That wasn’t cool and he knew that. Techno slowly pulled himself out of the car. He grabbed his backpack, and the one Tommy had left in his haste.

Walking slowly to the house, Techno gave Tommy some time to settle in before entering their shared space. Yes he generally wished that Tommy was quieter after 10pm, but tonight it would be for the wrong reasons.

At least Tommy didn’t seem to think Techno was about to hit him.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 17

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TWs/Summary: Feelings! PTSD! Anxiety! Clint! Team bonding! Reader is a badass 😍 And comic book medical accuracy .

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"It smells like a liquor factory in here," Bucky's voice came from the kitchenside, followed by noises of the team's arrival. Via portal, because the elevator made zero noise.

"I suggest you avoid the area around me and Clint. It might be contaminated." My voice sounded sharp to my own ears. I sat in silence for several hours, waiting for the team's return, while Clint restlessly dozed next to me.

My words caused the team to freeze in their tracks, owlishly blinking at me and at Clint laying sprawled on the floor, surrounded by plastic bags and biological hazard containment units. Tony's helmet swiftly covered his face - I heard muffled sounds coming from within, probably Friday's explanations. In seconds, the helmet retracted, showing an extremely worried Tony.

"How do you feel, Princess? Any weakness, any pain?"

"No symptoms, Tony. Just a fuckton of anxiety," I admitted, avoiding the concerned looks of Tony's teammates. "I almost drowned the room in alcohol but warned you just to be safe. Also, your alien pathogen protocol sucks."

"We made it so unauthorized personnel wouldn't get their hands on Thor's or Loki's blood samples," Bruce supplied meekly from where he was leaning against Steve, wearing a tattered hoodie and his hulk-out pants. "Off to decon we go," The scientist sighed. "Friday, code seven-zero-three-five-five. Pull up the data you gathered. In the shower." The man was exhausted, yet the call of science seemed to give Bruce a tiny energy boost. With newfound determination, he waddled to the communal showers, the rest of the team in tow.

Natasha's stare was truly unnerving. I was fully aware she and Barton had long history; the fact that I had to respond to one of the deadliest assassins if I had made even the slightest mistake - anxiety mixed with blind terror in me. I fought the nausea and the headache, focusing on Clint's hair between my fingers. His steady breathing.

He'd be okay. He had to be okay.

"You did great, Princess," The time passed in a blink. Bruce's warm hands were encompassing mine - gently pulling me away from Clint. I looked at Banner's face with unseeing eyes.

"I heard what Friday said and I can only applaud your quick thinking. You saved his life," Strange, sounding uncharacteristically quiet and bashful, parroted Bruce, hovering behind the scientist. His angular face was contorted in sorrow. "I believe I should apologize for dropping Barton onto you like that. I underestimated the extent of his injuries." The man sounded so, so guilty.

"I saved his life," I repeated in disbelief. Surely they were exaggerating.

"You did, malysh. For that, I am grateful," Natasha's hand found my own, squeezing briefly, before following Steve that had picked up a still-sleeping Clint, to, presumably, carry him to medical. "Come on, Banner, we need you."

Banner gave me a brief squeeze of his own, taking his leave, scurrying after Romanoff. I was left awkwardly standing in front of Strange, both of us disheveled and dazed.

"I ordered pizza," I said, just to fill the grim silence.

"Okay," Just like that, he snapped out of his trance, sitting down on the couch and picking up his food.

The others trickled in, Bucky, Pete, Thor, Loki, Sam, Wanda, Pietro. I saw it all like it was tinted by a thick fog. Their words made a jumbled cacophony when they reached my ears. Tony's arm around me - that woke me up, slightly. I focused on my favourite thing in the world - the faint smell of him, a mix of soap, machine oil and expensive cologne.

"She's shellshocked," Bucky suddenly said, pointing at me.

"No," I frowned. "No. I may be a fumbling idiot but I don't have PTSD."

Tony's breath stuttered in his chest. Promptly, I was turned around, a pair of intelligent brown orbs sharply gazing into my eyes. "Princess?"

"I'm so glad y'all are alright," I choked out, fisting the cotton of his shirt in my palm. "Even Stephen the asshole. Team bonding wouldn't be the same without his sarcasm," Hurrying to hide the fact that I was scared shitless, I did what I do best. I joked.

"Gods, you two are really a match made in heaven," Wanda's tired voice had 110% eye-roll in it. "So much self-deprication, almost as much as brilliance." The witch usually refrained from commenting on people's private thoughts. Usually, but not that day.

"I am relieved to know you hold me in high regards," Stephen's sarcastic remark made it's way around a mouthful of pizza.

Bucky's phone beeped. "They're saying Clint will be out in a few hours. No permanent damage, the gash on his leg won't scar and he's demanding Tony buy his saviour a cake," With a smile, the soldier read the text's contents out loud. "Also, the resident doc wants to hire you." Bucky pointed at me with a teasing grin.

"I, umm, I," Stammering, way to go. "I just - uh, I googled and I improvised? I'm not a doctor or a scientist, I'm a high school student," I replied, voice raising half an octave higher.

"Told you Tony, she's a friggin' genius," Peter sounded way too smug for someone who had a bruise half the size of his head.

"That she is," Tony's voice... Was different. It was honeyed and warm, blanketing me, surrounding me with safety. His arms tightened around me - not uncomfortably so, just enough to ground his presence in my personal space. I snuggled into him happily - he didn't mind at all. The cold glow and faint humming of his arc reactor calmed me. "Friday, cake. Princess cake from the bakery on Seventeenth."

Wow, Tony knew my favourite kind of cake. That was amazing.

"On it, boss." The AI immediately replied. "Well done, Miss." Friday addressed me with the same tone I heard in the lab. Gentle and understanding. It was so very strange.

We mulled around the living room until the pizza was gone and half the occupants were snoring away, dead where they sat. It was an unanimous decision to pull out the unfolding couch and form a cuddle pile of sorts - after such a long and grueling mission with one of their own facing the brink of death, all the superheroes were more than a little unsettled. I didn't exactly know where I fit in that. Obviously, all of them were close in one way or another. Even Loki and Stephen, seeing them get cussed out by Thor for attempting to leave was kind of amusing.

But it got me wondering. Maybe they felt like imposters, too? After all, I wasn't special. Loki wasn't considered a good guy. And Stephen was too much of a lone wolf. All three of us were comfortable alone, used to dealing on our own.

One look from Tony, Stark-patented puppy eyes, and I was making space for myself and for Stephen. Even if Loki insisted on grumbling all the way through, his exhaustion showed in the way he leaned on Thor's arm, using a weakly glimmering spell to summon himself a book and then closing his eyes for a moment.

Muted cheering broke out the moment elevator doors opened, showcasing a pale but smiling Clint held up on both sides by Natasha and Steve, Bruce half asleep on the blonde's other side.

"Looking pretty good for a dead bitch," Clint grinned in my direction.

I couldn't resist the bait. The boomer knew his memes, after all. "She's alive!"

He patted my leg, making his way to a free spot on the ginormous sofa bed. "Aw, pizza," He groused, spying the empty boxes.

"Should arrive in ten minutes," Bucky quipped, waving his phone. Then, the brunette super-soldier looked at me pointedly. "We usually order double after long missions."

"Duly noted, y'all hungry peoples." I said, filing it away for later. Thinking about more missions, more near-death experiences wasn't something I wanted to handle that very moment.

"So, uh, what exactly happened? My memory is pretty spotty," Clint demanded once he got his hands on some food.

"I also need to know. You're going to have to sign a statement and a mission report," Natasha stated apologetically.

I looked at her, confused. "Like... How many details do you need?"

Tony shifted beside me uncomfortably. I put a steadying hand on his leg - my palm was immediately dwarfed by his own. Natasha gave him a Look. "Fury's eyes only, but SHIELD needs to know how you figured out to neutralise a potential alien threat. Bruce ran some tests and this pathogen is... Pretty nasty, to say the least. It has the survivability to be classified as a potential weapon." Natasha's voice was apologetic, once more.

What have I gotten myself into? I was just trying to save a friend. "First of all, I'm not working for Men in Black, like, ever," I made the point to look her in the eyes. A brief moment later, she nodded. Tony relaxed, exhaling soundly. "Okay, get your reading glasses on. It went like this..." I retold the story, taking careful note to voice my thought processes as much as I remembered them. Save for a few surprised gasps and Tony haphazardly kissing the top of my head, the team gave me no interruptions.

Bruce was the first one to react once I was done. "But... How did you think of bloodletting? It's such an unusual solution," He mumbled more to himself.

"I've watched enough horror movies to know better than to introduce a foreign bacteria, such as antibiotics, to a person with an alien infection," I deadpanned, spying a satisfied smile on Stephen's face. "Worst case scenario, the substitution of infected blood with healthy would have diluted the amount of parasites or deflected their attention from eating away Clint's nerve endings. Him going bazinga from pain was my main concern," I admitted, the archer's pained cries once again filling my ears. The memory was still fresh.

"That makes sense," Bruce nodded.

"And what would you have done?" I asked, unable to withhold my curiosity.

"Sedated Clint while I examine the specimens," Banner replied with the obvious. "Then figure out how to cure the infection."

I nodded along slowly. "I considered that option but ultimately, I was too chicken to entertain the possibility of the parasites interacting with heavy sedatives. Fentanyl affects some of the blood components the parasites eat so only God knows how it might have ended."

Banner was impressed, that much was obvious. Tony's lips once again landed on the crown of my head, gentle and warm. More and more people in the room were giving me impressed, happy, grateful looks. It was strange and I squirmed in my spot, putting the half-eaten pizza slice back in the box, Steve immediately eyeing it in contemplation.

"Have at it, you human garbage disposal," I muttered, laying down comfortably. I was still shivering from the adrenaline rush and the soft blanket cocoon I shared with Tony and Stephen - their combined body heat under it - called to me like a siren.

"Are you well?" Loki noticed my state, casting a dark look over the edge of his book.

"Yeah, just cold. Us humans shiver when coming off an adrenaline rush," I remarked absently, pressing myself closer to Tony.

The engineer laid down, spooning me, tangling our legs together. We slept like that, all over each other, every time I stayed in his bed. It felt comfortable, like home, and nobody seemed to mind. Peter and Wanda, already snoozing away, were in a similarly indisposed state, octopus-ing their nearest teammates. Friends. Family.

My eyes drooped. My chest was about to burst with an odd sort of content - quiet, steady and welcoming. Tony's beard tickled my neck, breaths coming in soft puffs against my nape, spreading warmth all over me.

And there was something - someone warm in front of me, too, I could smell the sandalwood and spices of his cologne. Abandoning all reservations, I shamelessly wrapped both of my arms around a larger, more muscular one, taking note to avoid Stephen's scarred, sensitive hands. The flat of his tummy under my palm was rising and falling steadily, his breathing almost in sync with Tony's and mine.

All of us were safe and alive. It mattered to me, perhaps, more than I'd ever cared to admit out loud. As much as I refused to let them all in, for real and beyond silly gimmicks, they still wormed their way inside my heart, inside my brain. Not with long discussions and talking feelings - hell no, that's the hard and the boring shit, but with simply their presence.

Hugs. Mario Kart tournaments. Cake after I'd done good at something. Sunday morning pancakes for all. Homework. Sciencing together. Catching up on memes and just watching funny YouTube videos together. Playing Twister and Monopoly.

For the first time in my life, I had a stable presence. I belonged somwhere. It felt too good to deny, so once again, I allowed myself to be selfish.

✨ Taglist of my lovelies ✨ still open.

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[myonechicagoworld]

CHICAGO FIRE – FIREWORKS (S01E18)

                                            [car door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, Chief. I just thought I’d… catch you before

                            shift started.

Chief Boden: You caught me.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, good morning, first of all.

Chief Boden: Morning.

Gabby Dawson: So obviously I heard what I heard last night. And I

                            guess I’m just trying to figure out what to do about

                            it now that it’s kind of out in the open.

Chief Boden: It’s not out in the open.

Gabby Dawson: Well, I mean it’s out in the open for me, because I

                            don’t know if you’re aware or not, but Pete and I

                            are dating.

Chief Boden: I’m aware.

Gabby Dawson: So you may also be aware that Pete’s become

                            increasingly convinced that people are keeping

                            secrets from him about his dad, vis à vis…

                            Are you gonna tell him what’s going on before he

                            hears it from Kelly’s dad?

Chief Boden: Benny Severide is not gonna be coming around 51

                       anymore.

Gabby Dawson: Still, Pete is gonna keep digging until he finds out.

Chief Boden: Gabby, your dogged inquisitiveness…is one of the

                       qualities that makes you such an effective paramedic.

                       But it is of no use to you in this matter, which is a

                       private one.

                       If you care about Mills like I think you do… drop it.

                       I’ll see you back at the house.

                                           cutscene

                                  [food sizzling in pan]

Benny Severide: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

Benny Severide: Morning. We got scrapple and we got eggs.

                             Grab a seat. There you go.

Kelly Severide: Thanks.

Benny Severide: So, um… Whoritsky’s offered me a teaching post,

                             and I’m-I’m thinking about doing it. Figured I

                             could come down and see you ever couple

                             weeks, hang out. What do you think?

Kelly Severide: Sounds good.

Benny Severide: Will probably have to spend one more shift at the

                             house. Kind of re-familiarise myself with a couple

                             of things. So why don’t you tell Boden I’ll be there

                             about noon.

Kelly Severide: What the hell’s going on with you and Boden?

Benny Severide: Look, Wally and me, we go way back. He and I,

                             one minute we’re at each other’s throats and-and

                             the next I’m helping to put a new deck on his

                             house, okay? This is nothing new.

                             Look, I promise you, I-I’ll be a choir boy, okay?

                             A mute choir boy.

                                                  cutscene

Chief Boden: Keep that 2 ½ on the roof line. I don’t want a flare-up

                       spreading to other buildings.

Kelly Severide: Oh, hey, sir, sir. You’re gonna want to stand back,

                           okay?

Man 1 (Owner): It’s my restaurant, are-are my employees safe?

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Casey, you got a search status?

Matt Casey: (into radio) Building’s clear, just opening up the ceiling.

                      Pop a couple of these tiles.

                                               [tiles breaking]

Kelly Severide: Building was empty, your people are out.

Man 1 (Owner): Son of a bitch said I’d pay. I never thought he’d go

                           this far.

Kelly Severide: Yeah?

Man 1 (Owner): Ten years without a grease fire. I opened four

                            restaurants in the union, suddenly he sees money.

                            I refused to sign. They send this thug!

Kelly Severide: Sounds like you’re gonna want to talk to CPD.

Man 1 (Owner): What good would that do? This guy’s not gonna

                            stop until I’m-I’m ruined or dead.

Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Okay, Chief, we’re almost done. Send in

                      engine for the wash down.

                                            [ceiling crashing]

Firefighter: Whoa!

Joe Cruz: Casey!

                                                   - title -

Peter Mills: Lieutenant!

Joe Cruz: Mills, get out of here!

                 [grunts]

                                     [glass shattering]

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Chief Boden: Hit him with the hose!

Joe Cruz: Come on!

                                     [water spraying]

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

Matt Casey: [grunts] I’m okay [pants]

                      Thanks, Cruz.

                                        [water spraying]

Matt Casey: Seriously, it’s fine. It didn’t burn through my gear.

Leslie Shay: Then what’s this?

Matt Casey: Ow.

Gabby Dawson: Hold still. It’s just a first-degree burn.

                            Will you give me that bandage?

                            Couple more seconds of whatever that was that

                            dumped down on you, it wouldn’t have stopped

                            at the jacket.

Leslie Shay: [sighs] It smells like fuel.

Otis Zvonecek: That’s ‘cause it was. Homemade gasoline fire

                           bombs in the ceiling.

Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]

                                                  cutscene

Matt Casey: Back door was kicked in. It’s not like whoever did it

                      was making an attempt to hide it was arson.

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): CPD said they’d back seat to my office

                                             on this one.

Kelly Severide: On that union rep who was threatened by the owner

                           of the diner?

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Yeah, your owner, Stuart Tuxhorn, filed a

                                              complaint against a, uh, Lou Krinsky

                                              last month. We’re checking it out, but

                                              with a case like this, the evidence is 

                                              circumstantial at best.

Kelly Severide: [chuckles] Yeah.

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Did I say something funny?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, this union guy, if he’s connected to city

                           politics, you can’t tell me that someone isn’t

                           already trying to get this buried.

Chief Boden: Look, we’re good here. Just keep us posted.

Kelly Severide: Can I talk to you a sec?

                           My old man wants to come by the house again.

Chief Boden: Kelly, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

                                            [door closes]

Kelly Severide: Whatever business you guys got, that’s your

                           business. But he said he’ll be a choir boy and

                           it’s-it’s one more shift.

Chief Boden: Here’s the deal, Kelly. I don’t know what your dad

                       has told you…

Kelly Severide: He hasn’t told me dick.

Chief Boden: Some guys when they retire and they come back

                        around the job, for some reason, they gotta tear

                        it down. I’m no psychologist, but your dad, he’s

                        always been really adept at tearing things down.

                        So that he’s the only one left standing. He has a

                        take on how Peter Mills’ father died, and it’s

                        untrue. And that would hurt Pete if that were

                        thrown in his face. I will not allow your father to

                        do it. So it would be in everybody’s best interest

                        if you were to meet your father in another house.

                        So… you can tell him. Or I could tell him.

                                               [cell phone rings]

Benny Severide: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey. Uh, my buddy Jason Baseden over at Squad

                          One, you remember him?

Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, I remember Jason.

Kelly Severide: Well, he heard you were in town and he was…he 

                           was…he was, like, “get your old man over here!”

                           It’s a newer house, all the latest bells and whistles

                           and I can stop by later if we don’t get a call. So…

                           so stop over there, okay? Jason’s expecting you.

Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, of course. No problem.

                                               cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey. Um, hey, don’t be jealous, but, uh, Dolores down

                    at the records department of the academy… I sent her

                    a gift basket of cookies and brownies, just trying to

                    butter her up to try and get information on the fire my

                     dad died in, and… it worked. She sent me over the

                     Battalion Chief’s original report. And I am starting to

                     see why Boden and Kelly’s dad don’t want to talk

                     about it. Two firefighters dying and the other

                     fire-fighter’s wife was pregnant with her first child.

Gabby Dawson: Tough to relive through, you know?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

                     Well, Dolores is still searching, she’s gonna send me

                      anything that she finds.

                                              cutscene

Joe Cruz: [growls]

                                       [dog growling]

Leslie Shay: Hey, guys, what does ‘ebullient’ mean again?

Joe Cruz: No idea.

Mouch: Bull-like. To resemble a bull.

Otis Zvonecek: Means cheerful and energetic.

Mouch: Or that.

Leslie Shay: All right, thanks.

Otis Zvonecek: Why?

Leslie Shay: One of these guys used it to describe himself.

Matt Casey: Any guy that describes himself as ebullient, you don’t

                      want his sperm.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, right. Thanks.

Mouch: How much longer you gonna be on this donor kick?

Leslie Shay: Until I find the right guy.

Mouch: And you can just look at ‘em on your computer.

Leslie Shay: Mmhmm, like I’m doing right now. Correct.

Mouch: I admire your gumption. Most other people would, you

              know, keep that behind closed doors.

Leslie Shay: Every time Cindy gets pregnant, Herrmann plasters her

                      sonogram images all over the fridge. And what? I’m

                      supposed to hide in a corner?

Mouch: I said I admire your gumption.

                                      [phone vibrates]

Leslie Shay: Well, thanks.

Matt Casey: Hey Heather.

Heather Darden: I was in the neighbourhood.

Matt Casey: Great.

Heather Darden: Hey, um, did you notice an earring in your truck?

                             I’m missing one.

Matt Casey: Uh, I didn’t see it, but I can… I can take a look.

Heather Darden: Thank you.

                              Oh and by the way, Saturday the kids are staying

                              with my parents and I was planning on having

                              dinner with one of my girlfriends, but her dad’s

                              not doing so hot so she had to fly out to

                             Jacksonville. But I’ve already got that night free

                             so I was thinking, why don’t we grab dinner?

                                            cutscene

                                         [alert beeps]

Benny Severide: (over PA) Smoke eater in the house!

Kelly Severide: God damn it!

Benny Severide: Donut man in the house!

                            Donuts, everybody! Donuts!

Firefighters: Oh, hell yeah!

                              [indistinct shouting and cheering]

Benny Severide: Come and get it!

Kelly Severide: Hey, what happened to going to Squad one?

Benny Severide: I didn’t want to.

                            Come on, you guys, let’s get a donut.

                             Hi, Wally.

                             You know, I used to bring those to the ladies

                              in arson all the time. One of them, Ruthie,

                              she didn’t have anything personal in her office.

                              I mean, nothing. Not a family photo, nothing.

                              All she had behind her desk, right in the middle

                              of her tack board was this quote, “If you can’t

                              do anything about it, don’t worry about it.” And

                              I am, like, “Man, this Ruthie is locked into some

                              higher level stuff,” right?

Chief Boden: Benny, can I talk to you real quick?

Benny Severide: Yeah, just a second. So anyway, Ruthie retires

                             and I go in to say goodbye and I look at the

                             board and the quote is still there. And I say,

                             “Hey Ruthie, you forgot your quote.” And she

                              says, “That’s not mine, that was here when I

                              moved into the office.”

                                                   [laughter]

Benny Severide: All this time I thought she was like this oracle

                            or something, you know? Anyway, I kept the

                            quote. What the hell? Couldn’t hurt.

                             Lead the way, boss.

Chief Boden: You’re not welcome here.

Benny Severide: Yeah? Is that why you have my son hustle me

                             down the road?

Chief Boden: You are not welcome here.

Benny Severide: 25 years on the job, 15 of them in this house.

                             Nobody tells me when I can come and go!

Kelly Severide: Whatever you two are trying not to bring attention

                           to, guess what? You’re bringing attention to it.

Benny Severide: We got this, Kelly.

Kelly Severide: No you don’t!

                          He wants to stay here one more shift, that’s it.

                          Can you keep your mouth shut while you’re

                          here?

Benny Severide: Who the hell are you to tell me to…

Kelly Severide: It’s a yes or no question!

                                       [knocks on door]

Matt Casey: Lou Krinsky, restaurant workers local 553 is here.

                     Looking to talk to us.

Chief Boden: We’ll be right there.

Matt Casey: Do I need to turn the hose on you guys?

Chief Boden: We’re good. We’re fine. We’ll be right out.

                        Hmph. You always had all the answers.

                        But I’m gonna tell you, this is your only shift. You

                        try and show up again for a second, I will put an

                        ass kicking on you 20 years in the making.

Benny Severide: Ooh! You still got it, Wally. I was starting to think

                             all those bugles had turned you into a big

                             marshmallow.

                             It’s the way it’s always been with me and him.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t own this house. You rented it. And I’m

                           here now, so show me some respect.

                                            cutscene

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Just curious why a report coming from this

                                    house has the arson department trying to

                                    finger me for burning down a restaurant.

Matt Casey: That report conveyed the owner’s statement to us,

                      that’s all.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Oh, okay. Well then, I would like to make

                                     a report. Tuxhorn… rapes baby seals.

                                     Put that in the report, have him have to

                                     defend it.

Chief Boden: This is between you and the fire investigations.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Yeah, and it got that far because you

                                     guys took the word of some sweatshop

                                     owner over that of a fellow union brother.

                                      Why don’t you show some courtesy, talk

                                       to me first.

Kelly Severide: We’re not talking about a busboy who got fired,

                           Lou, this is serious business.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): I know. I’m being accused of starting it!

Kelly Severide: We just wrote down what we saw and heard.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): [scoffs]

Matt Casey: Guy’s a skull cracker.

                                            [door closes]

                                               cutscene

Leslie Shay: You’re awfully quiet? Everything all right?

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s… let’s say that if you knew

                            something… What?

Leslie Shay: Nothing.

Gabby Dawson: No, no, no. Don’t give me that. What? What

                             is it?

Leslie Shay: Um…

                      [chuckling]

Gabby Dawson: Ohh… ohh…

Mouch: Oh, goodness gracious.

Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you.

Mouch: [stammers] I didn’t… see, that… when… when the…

              what?

Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you. I just want to know how

                      it works.

Mouch: Who else knows?

Leslie Shay: No one.

Mouch: Dawson?

Leslie Shay: Just Dawson.

Mouch: Oh Shay.

Leslie Shay: Don’t worry. She’s sworn to secrecy. But, Mouch, I

                      gotta ask. Six foot? 175?

Mouch: I aged out. It was my understanding they were gonna

              take that down.

Leslie Shay: Fine. Look, I got a million questions I’m gonna ask

                      you. Can I? Please?

Mouch: [sighs] Okay, I’m ready.

Leslie Shay: Great. First off, the sperm. Did you…

                                [fire alarm buzzes and blares]

Mouch: Oh!

(Over PA): Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Restaurant fire.

                                          [sirens blaring]

                                          [horn honking]

Kelly Severide: Mr Tuxhorn.

Man 1 (Owner/Tuxhorn): I never should have told you ‘cause

                                           he’s gonna bury me now.

Kelly Severide: Stay back.

Lady 2 (Bus Driver): I’m the one who called. I was making my

                                   stop and I saw a man on fire running

                                   through the restaurant.

Chief Boden: Okay, no one goes in. Hit it from the window. Quick

                       takedown. If that driver’s right, this is gonna be a

                       recovery.

                                         [water spraying]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Cleared the dining room and bathrooms.

                      No bodies. Moving into the kitchen.

Kelly Severide: Guess I don’t need to remind you to keep your

                           eyes on the ceiling.

Matt Casey: That’s exactly what I’m doing.

Kelly Severide: Hey. It’s the same entry point as the last fire.

Matt Casey: Wherever he is, he’s long gone.

                      (into radio) This is Casey. Building’s clear.

                                         [door swings open]

Kelly Severide: Uh Casey…

Matt Casey: (into radio) We need a medic.

                                      [indistinct radio chatter]

Gabby Dawson: [grunts] Let’s turn him over.

Leslie Shay: [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: Agonal breathing. Fire may have scorched his

                            lungs.

Matt Casey: How bad?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know. Airway looks pretty fried.

Leslie Shay: His arms are burned. Can’t get a line in. He’s got

                      minutes at best.

Gabby Dawson: We move him or lose him. Give us a hand?

Leslie Shay: On three. Very gentle. One, two, three.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main, let Lakeshore know we

                             are two minutes out with a burn victim.

Leslie Shay: Dawson…

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main. Cancel that. Victim is

                            DOA. We will transport from scene for safety.

Dispatcher: Copy that 61… [continues indistinctively]

                                               cutscene

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Well, we verified it. Krinsky’s alibi

                                                clears him from the second fire.

Matt Casey: Come on, he’s union muscle. He could have had

                      one of his knuckleheads torch both places.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): I’m not arguing with that. But as

                                               of now, we don’t have actionable

                                               evidence.

Chief Boden: I got a drawer in the morgue full of evidence. I

                       don’t care if the man inside is homeless or a

                       CEO, he didn’t deserve the death he got.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Oh, and I think he did? Come on,

                                               give me a break.

Kelly Severide: The guy who owns these restaurants is fearing

                           for his life.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): We need proof. Do I really need to

                                                explain arson investigation to you

                                                guys? It take a while.

Kelly Severide: Let’s go back to that second fire and look around.

Matt Casey: Yeah. All right.

Kelly Severide: Cool?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Take your dad with you.

Kelly Severide: Chief, he gave his word that he’d keep his mouth

                           shut around here…

Chief Boden: I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s a hell of an

                        arson investigator.

Kelly Severide: Oh yeah.

                                           [door closes]

Peter Mills: You know, I could cook you up something if you’d

                     like.

Benny Severide: Oh, that’s all right. Thanks, though.

Peter Mills: I didn’t know that you and my dad were on Squad

                    together. And um… the other firefighter who died

                    with him.

Benny Severide: That’s right. Ross McGowan. Two years on

                             the job. About your age. Had his whole life

                             ahead of him. Never got to meet his daughter.

                             A real shame.

Peter Mills: Yeah, I’m sorry to bring that up. I know it must be uh,

                     really hard to relive.

Benny Severide: Yeah. Never should have happened.

Peter Mills: How do you mean?

Benny Severide: Well, like you said. It’s hard to relive.

Peter Mills: Respectfully, Mr Severide, I get the sense that there’s

                    something you really want to tell me.

Kelly Severide: Hey. Let’s take a ride.

                                           cutscene

Leslie Shay: So, like the pamphlet says, you just…do it in a cup?

Mouch: No, uh, a…a gossamer-winged stork flies down and…

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

Mouch: Yes.

Leslie Shay: And have you had contact with any of the…

Mouch: With the kids? God, no!

Leslie Shay: Because…

Mouch: I’m Father Flanagan? No way! I treasure my privacy.

Leslie Shay: Damn. It just… seems so impersonal.

Mouch: Let me just stop you right there. My cousin Ted and his

              wife, Patty, they tried for a long time, couldn’t conceive.

              They decided to go the AI route, that’s shorthand for

              artificial…

Leslie Shay: I got it.

Mouch: Okay. So now they have a lovely daughter Elsa who is

              the light of their lives. And that family is filled with

              nothing but love, despite the clinical origins.

Leslie Shay: That’s beautiful. I…Is that why you became a donor?

                      Because of them?

Mouch: No. The cash. 125 a pop. That’s what they call a renewable

              resource.

Leslie Shay: I don’t know, man. Might have to figure something else

                      out.

                                            cutscene

                                         [door closes]

Benny Severide: So, Matt, was that Andy Darden’s widow I saw

                             you with at the academy dinner?

Matt Casey: Yeah, Heather. That was her. She just needed a ride.

Benny Severide: It’s good to see you guys haven’t turned your

                             back on her. That’s important.

Matt Casey: Yeah. Absolutely. I’ll take the back.

Kelly Severide: Both buildings were broken into from the rear

                           entry. Gas accelerants were used.

Benny Severide: Okay.

                             I don’t know about this teaching gig.

Kelly Severide: Why not?

Benny Severide: Job’s changed too much.

Kelly Severide: It’s almost exactly the same. It’s just better gear.

Benny Severide: Well, the people have changed is what I’m

                             saying. Back when I came up, you fought a

                              war at 18. You had kids by the time you were 22.

                              You’d live a life. You were a man. Now these kids

                               are coming straight out of their parents’

                               basements to the firehouse. What the hell can I

                               teach somebody like that?

Hadley: [indistinctive chatter]

Benny Severide: Like him.

Hadley: [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Who? Hadley? He’s fine.

Benny Severide: Yeah. Okay.

Kelly Severide: They still have wars. People still pop out kids. I

                           don’t know why you gotta piss on everything.

Benny Severide: Rubber. From the sole of a sneaker. That bus

                             driver was right. Somebody was on fire and

                             running through here. What was the homeless

                              guy wearing?

Kelly Severide: He had boots on.

Benny Severide: Then we’re looking for somebody else. It

                             wouldn’t be him.

Hadley: So this thing collapses and knocks us down… [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Hadley.

Hadley: Yeah?

Kelly Severide: Quit playing grab ass, would you?

Benny Severide: Look at this. You see that? Pry marks. This door

                             wasn’t breached from the outside. Somebody

                             had a key. The owner or somebody he hired.

                             They let themselves in the front door and then

                              they pried this open. Make it look like it was

                              broken in from the outside.

Kelly Severide: You gotta be kidding me.

Benny Severide: Inside job.

                                               cutscene

Chief Boden: Thank you. Appreciate it.

                       15 minutes after the second fire was call in,

                       18-year-old kid walked into an urgent care unit

                        five blocks from the scene. He had second and

                        third degree burns. Claimed it was a barbecue

                        mishap. Memorial went and picked him up.

                        He’s there’s now.

Kelly Severide: I want to head down there and check it out.

Chief Boden: Kelly…

Kelly Severide: I don’t like getting lied to. I don’t like getting

                          worked. And if someone other than that union

                          guy got that homeless man killed, I want to

                          know.

Matt Casey: I got him covered.

Chief Boden: Hit it.

                                     [door closes]

                                  [knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: What’s up, Omar? Lieutenant Severide, CFD.

Teen 1 (Omar): Oh geez. Damn barbecue. Didn’t know the gas

                          was on and boom. Lucky I’m alive.

Kelly Severide: Where were you standing?

Teen 1 (Omar): Right in front of the grill, trying to light it.

Kelly Severide: Then how’d you burn your legs?

Teen 1 (Omar): I don’t know. It was a big ol’ fireball, though.

Kelly Severide: Those aren’t barbecue burns, Omar. I’d know.

                           I’ve responded to 20 of them.

Teen 1 (Omar): I-I swear to God…

Kelly Severide: And they’re gonna test the shoes you were

                          wearing against the rubber fixed to the floor

                          in that diner and it’s all gonna go south.

Teen 1 (Omar): Why? For what? I-I didn’t do nothing.

Kelly Severide: A guy was killed in that second fire.

Teen 1 (Omar): No. No, no, no, man.

Kelly Severide: Look, I’m not a cop. I just want to know

                          what happened and I’ll help you any way I

                          can before the cops get involved. And

                          they’re gonna get involved soon.

Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. All right, mayb… there’s one thing

                          maybe you can help me with.

Kelly Severide: I’ll try.

Teen 1 (Omar): It was an insurance scam. Tuxhorn and his

                          wife wanted two of the diners to go down

                          and they was gonna lay it off on some union

                          dude who he was beefing with. And he

                          asked my dad to help him do it. My dad

                          owes him a lot of money, so he said he was

                          in to settle up. But my dad, he got a knee

                          replacement surgery last year and he ain’t

                          too quick. So I said I’d do it. I was pouring

                          the gas… I don’t know. Maybe the fumes hit

                          a pilot light or something. And I was just

                          running through the restaurant all on fire and…

                          Tuxhorn put me out and he took me here and

                          he said to say it was a barbecue accident.

                          Look, man, I’ll take the ride for it. I just gotta

                          leave my dad out of it. Can I do that? Can I

                          leave my dad out of it with the cops?

Kelly Severide: Don’t bring up his name.

Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. Thank you.

                                              cutscene

Mouch: Did somebody change his food, ‘cause there is

              something going on here.

Peter Mills: Where’s Herrmann?

Matt Casey: Bar management seminar.

                      You guys close to opening?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, a few weeks…hopefully.

Joe Cruz: Hey, uh, Shay, where’s your iPad?

Leslie Shay: Put it away for a bit.

Joe Cruz: Did you find a donor?

Leslie Shay: Regrouping.

Joe Cruz: So you’re not going the whole sperm donor route

                  anymore?

Leslie Shay: What is this, an interrogation? I told you, I’m

                      regrouping.

Otis Zvonecek: So, um, who asked who out? I’m just

                           curious.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: Um, wait. You did, right?

Gabby Dawson: What?

Peter Mills: Yeah, you asked me to dinner that one night.

Gabby Dawson: Oh no, that-that wasn’t a date.

Peter Mills: Damn.

Gabby Dawson: What’s up?

Peter Mills: Dolores from Records, she sent me an email

                    earlier. I just… I can’t open it on my phone.

                    I’m… I’m gonna try it in there.

                                        [typing]

                                   [tense music]

                                      cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, Kelly, great job.

Kelly Severide: Hey, thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: You too, Benny.

Benny Severide: Thank you. I appreciate that.

                             How about I get a cup of coffee before

                             I take off?

Kelly Severide: All right.

Leslie Shay: Hey, you got a second?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

                           What?

Leslie Shay: So how are you?

Kelly Severide: Um, what’s-what’s going on?

Leslie Shay: So here’s the deal. You know I’ve done

                      thorough research on this whole

                      insemination thing. And today I got… well,

                      I guess, uh, accidental window into how

                      the whole process works, and it really left

                      me feeling… hollow.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Leslie Shay: And you know, I’ve been searching for the

                     perfect guy to be the father of my baby.

                     Someone honourable, strong, good looking

                     [chuckles] I mean, sue me. And maybe even

                     someone who would want to be part of the

                     child’s life. And someone who would want to

                     celebrate, you know, how beautiful it could be.

                     With me… a cool chick who’s not gonna freak

                     out and they’ll never have to worry about, you

                     know, me wanting a divorce or trying to take all

                     their money, or be a bitch or… [exhales] Kelly I

                     want to know if you’d like to have a baby with

                     me.

Kelly Severide: Look, Shay, I…

Leslie Shay: No, no, no. Let me finish. And we’d go through

                      the insemination process…

Kelly Severide: Um…

Leslie Shay: And… and yeah. Okay that’s it. I’m done.

Kelly Severide: I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.

Leslie Shay: That’s okay. I just… I just want you to-to think

                      about it.

Kelly Severide: I…

Leslie Shay: Thank you. And listen, if the answer’s no, I mean,

                      there won’t even be a hiccup between us. It…

                      it’s okay. It-It’ll be solid Always you and me.

                      Okay?

                                         [kissing sound]

Kelly Severide: Uh…

                                             cutscene

Benny Severide: Okay, that’s it. I’m outta here.

Mouch: Great to meet you, Ben.

Benny Severide: Good to see you again.

Joe Cruz: Such a pleasure.

Benny Severide: Good to see you.

Otis Zvonecek: Thanks for the donuts.

Benny Severide: Yup.

Matt Casey: Take care, Benny.

Benny Severide: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey. Mr Severide, can I talk to you in private.

Benny Severide: Actually, I’m just taking off. It was nice

                             meeting you.

Peter Mills: Yeah, please… I really need to talk to you.

Benny Severide: Can you make it quick?

Peter Mills: Sure.

                    Um, the Lambert Tree Award. It’s the highest

                    award awarded to a firefighter. My father was

                    nominated and everyone up the line signed off

                    on it… except for you. Just curious to why.

Benny Severide: Some other time, kid, okay?

Peter Mills: Is this what you’re trying to say to me? Do you

                    feel bad about not signing off for it? That even

                    though my father was a hero… and even

                    though he gave his life…

Benny Severide: It’s an award for valor!

Chief Boden: Benny.

Benny Severide: He wants to hear it. I’m gonna tell him.

                             In the middle of that fire, your father

                             panicked and pulled off his mask, which

                             would have been his business, except

                             another guy died trying to save him. So,

                             no, I didn’t sign it. Because I could not in

                             good faith reward someone for

                             demonstrating cowardice…

Firefighters: Whoa!

                      Come on, man!

                      Hey! Hey!

                      Come on!

Benny Severide: Unh!

                             [panting] You want to know why Boden

                             thinks your father wasn’t at fault? Do ya?

                             ‘Cause he’s an optimist, I guess.

                              I’ll see you back at your house.

Chief Boden: Mills… You are off duty until further notice.

                       Get your gear. Wait for Benny to get off site,

                       and you go home and you’ll wait to hear

                       from me.

                        Rest of you, get back to work.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, you okay?

Peter Mills: No.

Gabby Dawson: Look, I totally get what lead up to that

                            and I am so sorry, but you can’t just go

                            around punching people.

Peter Mills: My dad wasn’t able to defend himself. So I did.

                                  [locker door slams]

Peter Mills: [sighs]

                                         cutscene

Chief Boden: We were all real close. Henry and me. Benny.

                        Our wives. Then Ingrid and Henry, they

                        separated. My wife left me. It was during that

                        time. It just happened. Then I realised that

                        Henry might have still had feelings for her,

                        and I may have moved too quick, so I

                        stepped back just to see. And I was right.

                        Henry moved back in after a month. Ingrid

                        always says I broke her heart. So if you

                        think that there’s something that Peter needs

                        or wants to know, I’ll go to his place after shift.

                        I’ll tell him.

Gabby Dawson: Is what Benny said true?

Chief Boden: Not from where I was standing.

                                        cutscene

Heather Darden: Matt?

Matt Casey: Hmm?

Heather Darden: You have like, two utensils in this kitchen.

Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s on my to-do list.

Heather Darden: You’ve been busy, huh?

Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s been one thing after another lately.

Heather Darden: Have you been dating? Since Hallie?

Matt Casey: Uh, there was someone for a minute, maybe

                      less. Wasn’t the right time.

Heather Darden: Sorry to hear that.

Matt Casey: What are you gonna do? Damn that smells

                      good. First home-cooked meal I’ve had

                      since… I don’t even know.

Heather Darden: It sucks having to come home to an

                             empty house, doesn’t it?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Heather Darden: We don’t have to be alone. We don’t

                             deserve to be. We’re good people.

                             Why can’t we be happy?

Matt Casey: Heather… I’m really glad you’re here. And

                      if it was under different circumstances,

                      believe me… but Andy was one of my best

                      friends. And he was your husband, and… I

                      think we should honour that.

Heather Darden: You know what? You’re right. Let’s just

                              count our blessings

Matt Casey: Dinner and a movie. Let’s get the movie ready.

                                           cutscene

                                     [knocks on door]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, bruiser.

                                        [door shuts]

                                     [kissing sound]

Peter Mills: What’s the word? You heard anything?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah. I, um, spoke to Boden briefly.

Peter Mills: What did he say?

Gabby Dawson: Well, he hasn’t heard from Benny so

                            the hope is that he doesn’t raise a

                            stink. If that’s the case, then hopefully

                            this thing will stay in house. Boden

                            says to just sit tight for now.

Peter Mills: That’s all he said?

Gabby Dawson: That’s all he said to me.

Peter Mills: Okay, look… can I just say that even though

                    I’m… maybe in a jam right now, I feel… I feel

                    lighter. ’Cause since forever I’ve been carrying

                    around this weight of not knowing. And I could

                    always just tell that there was something out

                    there that wasn’t being told to me. At least now

                    I can… I can move on.

Gabby Dawson: Hey… what Benny said isn’t true.

Peter Mills: I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Baby, it’s not true…

Peter Mills: Look, I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore

                    [exhales]

                                          cutscene

Matt Casey: Heather.

                          [orchestral music playing on TV]

                                       [TV turns off]

                                          cutscene

Benny Severide: He’s just like his old man. It was Henry

                             Mills against the world. The guy always

                             had a problem. So if people want to

                             knock me for being arrogant or

                             whatever, let them. At least I was

                             un-conflicted. And in this job, you

                             better damn well have that going for

                             you, or you and your buddy’s badges

                             will end up on the wall at the academy.

Kelly Severide: Well, I didn’t know his old man, but I

                           know Peter. And from what I’ve seen,

                           the kid has heart. He has courage.

Benny Severide: Yeah, well I’ve seen your squad. Maybe

                              you’re not the best judge of character.

                                              [bag zips]

Benny Severide: Look, Kelly, I…I really did come down

                             here to spend time with you. I didn’t

                             mean for any of this to happen. And if

                             anything I did reflects poorly on you,

                             I’m sorry about that. I guess your old

                             man is just a guy stuck in his ways. But

                             hey… if you can’t do anything about it,

                             don’t worry about it.

                                         [door opens and closes]

                                                   cutscene

                                             [knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Listen, I know it’s been on your mind

                           and, uh, I think you’d be a really great

                           addition to squad. You’re gonna want

                           to take Hazmat Tech “A”, Vertical

                           Rescue and Building Collapse One. If

                           any of them are full, you let me know I

                           can…I can pull some strings.

Peter Mills: Really?

Kelly Severide: Really. Let’s push it, see what happens.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Great.

                                         [chuckling]

                                            - end -

Definitions:

Scrapple = Also known by the Pennsylvania Dutch name Pannhaas or “pan rabbit”, is a traditionally a mush of pork scraps and trimmings combined with cornmeal and wheat flour, often buckwheat flour, and spices. The mush is formed into a semi-solid congealed load, and slices of the scrapple are then pan-fried before serving

Agonal breathing = Medical term used to describe struggling to breathe or gasping. It is often a symptom of a severe medical emergency, such as a stroke or cardiac arrest. The gasping associated with agonal respiration is not true breathing, but rather a brainstem reflex.

Hazmat Tech “A” = Hazardous Materials Technician course provides the essential knowledge, skills, and abilities to operate offensively or defensively at an incident involving the release of hazardous materials.

Building Collapse One = This course is extensively hands-on and prepares the student to operate safely and efficiently at a building collapse incident. It offers practice in cutting, breaching, lifting, stabilising, searching, shoring, packaging, and removing victims from a simulated collapse environment

[my-emotional-self]

Sinful Love - Chapter 1

Moodboard by the beautiful @princess-evans-addict​

Pairings: Prisoner!Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Steve has lots of naughty thoughts, talk of murder, blood

Summary:  Gemma, a quiet and meek crime writer from a small town in Massachusetts, interviews murderer Steve Rogers in prison for a memoir.  Will things go terribly wrong, or beautifully right?

Authors Note: Credit for this fanfic goes 100% to punk-in-docs as this is is based off her Prisoner!Kylo Ren “Sinnerman”.  You can find her on Tumblr at punk-in-docs or on A03 - Punk_in_Docs .  I HIGHLY suggest taking a look at her stories as she is a beautiful writer!!!

P.S.  I am currently NOT doing a tag list at the moment so I am sorry about that. 

 She was cold; that much was for sure.  Gemma bounced her leg up and down as she was sat in the cold metal chair, waiting for her name to be called.  Her emerald green eyes scanned her surroundings as she pulled her ratty old cardigan closer to her body.  

Her eyes landed on the sign in front of her: Souza-Baranowski Correctional Center. Yes, she was sitting in the waiting room of a prison.  

This was her job, as a crime writer with her publishing firm.  She didn’t mind it.  She loved hearing how inmates have turned their lives around for the better and she still even wrote to some of the inmates she had interviewed in the past.

Gemma Peterson was someone that people didn’t really give a second glance to; and she liked it that way. Ever since she was as young as she could remember, she was always told by her mother and grandmother what a dreamer she was; how her creativity would get her somewhere one day.  And yet here she was, sitting in a prison and waiting to interview a murderer.  

She really couldn’t complain however as she loved her job.  She knew she wanted to be a writer her whole life; that’s what she got for growing up in the smaller community a half hour away from Boston, Massachusetts. It was well known for its literary history.  

As she continued to wait, her right hand came up to grip the locket around her neck; closing her eyes and thinking of her grandmother and mother.  She had never known her father as he was never a part of her life. “Wish me luck today,” she spoke under her breath, knowing her grandma and mom were always with her.  Her mother unfortunately passed away before her 17th birthday: a horrible car accident took her away from you.  

Gemma’s mother was her world and was always there for her.  After her untimely death, her grandmother picked up the pieces and helped her get through everything.  

“Peterson!  You’re up!” Her thoughts were pulled from her when she heard her name being called.  Looking up, she saw a short and round man with sweat stains under his armpits waiting for her near a door.  She knew it was the resident Psychiatrist, Dr. Kauffman,  with whom she talked to on the phone earlier in the week.  

Quickly standing up, she gathered her satchel which held her notebook, along with the prison inmate file on Steve Rogers, and briskly walked over to the man.  

He looked her up and down then shook his head.  “They are going to eat you alive kid,” he spoke with a shake of his head before turning away from her and walking down the long and narrow hall.  

Gemma scrunched her brows and looked down at her outfit.  She made sure to dress accordingly with what the psychiatrist said. She was wearing a knee length black dress and a green cardigan to cover her exposed arms; her hair was neatly tucked back into a ponytail and she wasn’t wearing any makeup.  A pair of black converse on her feet.  But her eyes widened when she realized she put perfume on that morning.  Silently, she scolded herself as the man in front of her walked through another set of doors and took a sharp turn to the left.  

Taking deep breaths, Gemma kept up pace with the doctor in front of her as they now reached the official area where the inmates were locked up.  

“Hey sexy bitch!” A man growled from her right.  “Get your sexy ass over her and let me take a good look at you!”  

Glancing to her right, she saw a tall man, at least six foot five with his hands clenched around the steel bars; his smile wide, showing off his yellow teeth.  

There was a guard walking behind you and he took his baton, smacking it against the steel bars, effectively shutting the inmate up.

After a few more twists and turns, Dr. Kauffman leads Gemma into what looks like the visitor room. There are rows of metal tables and chairs; the tables having locks in the middle of them so the prisoners can be chained down with their handcuffs.  

“Take a seat,” Dr. Kauffman states as he points to one of the tables.  The room was large, but there was nobody else there.  It was cold, cooler than the previous room she was waiting in and it smelt musty.  

Dr. Kauffman took a seat at the opposite side of the table as her, clasping his hands together.  “Look, I know you’re here to interview Rogers, but don’t be surprised if you don’t get any information out of him,” he stated. Gemma furrowed her brows in curiosity to what he said.  “There have been dozens of interviewers here over the years and Rogers doesn’t particularly care to give any kind of information to them.”  He got up from his seat, placing his hands on the table and leaning towards her. “And just so you know, this is the first time he has seen a woman in three years.”

Gemma gulped, but her throat was so dry, it didn’t do anything.  Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?  This was her job; she’s interviewed hundreds of people over the last handful of years, but she had never been quite this nervous before.  

“Are you wearing perfume?” Dr. Kauffman asked as he stood away, folding his arms over his chest.

Gemma blushed, nodding her head.  “Sorry. It’s a habit.  I’ll remember for next time.  Promise.”

Dr. Kauffman walked towards the steel beamed doors where there were two prisons guards waiting.  

As Gemma waited for him to grab Steve Rogers, she placed her notebook and inmate file in front of her on the table.  Opening the file, she still couldn’t believe that there was no picture of the inmate. When she had asked her boss about it, he merely shrugged.  She had the file for almost a week and had memorized everything inside of it.  

She read over the questions she had written in front of her as she waiting; her hands palms starting to sweat as her heart began to beat rapidly inside of her chest; anxiety and fear creeping over her.  

“You need to behave yourself and be nice Rogers,” one of the guards spoke.  

Another voice broke through Gemma’s thoughts; one of the sexiest voices she had ever heard. Looking up from her papers in front of her, she saw a tall, well built man, clad in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles locked together with cuffs, entering the expansive room.  

He scoffed at the guard, a sly smile on his face.  “I don’t play well with others and you know that.”

Her heart nearly dropped to her stomach at the sight of him.  He had to be close to six feet tall.  His hair was a dark blonde, almost brunette and was longer at the top of his head while the sides were shorter.  His hair was combed backwards and he had a thick yet trimmed beard resting on his face.

The guard brought him closer to Gemma, stopping just in front of her.  He pulled the chair out for Steve to sit in and cuffed him to the table.  

“We’ll be just outside the door, so no funny business Rogers,” the guard spoke, pulling at his cuffs to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.  

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve bit back sarcastically.  

It took a moment for Steve to look over at Gemma and when she did, she wanted to simultaneously shrink down in her seat from her glare, yet get lost in his eyes forever.  They were the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life and she was mesmerized by them.  

Steve cleared his throat, making Gemma startle in her seat.   She tore her gaze from his eyes and noticed he had tattoos peeking out of the neck of his jumpsuit.  As she trailed her view from his neck, she also realized he had more black ink sticking out of sleeves of his orange garb and to his hands; wondering if his entire body was covered in the ink.  

Steve couldn’t help but take notice of the smaller woman sitting in front of him.  She was a mousy little thing, yet he could tell she was curvy underneath that drab old cardigan she was wearing.  Fuck, Steve hadn’t seen a woman in over three years and he wasn’t disappointed in this little Kitten sitting here.  He couldn’t help but notice when he startled her earlier, scaring her; it made his dick throb.

She wet her lips, grasping her notebook in her hands and looking over her questions yet again.  

Steve began to feel his temper rise under his skin, waiting for this little Kitten to speak.  Hell, at this point, he was beginning to think she was a damn mute.  

Gemma took a sip of water from her water bottle that was stashed away in her satchel; getting comfortable in her chair.  “Umm, I just wanted to say thank you for agreeing to meet and speak with me Mr. Rogers,” she spoke, her voice awfully quiet.  

His eyes narrowed at her as he leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest.  “Yeah yeah.  Let’s just get this over with.  I’m missing my yard time today for some journalist here.”

Gemma shuffles anxiously in her chair.  “Well, I’m not a journalist Mr. Rogers.  My name is Gemma Peterson and I’m a writer actually.  I work for a small publishing firm and they are interested in your story as a lifer in this prison.  They are actually doing a series on inmates and their personal memoirs and it will be published into a book of….”

Steve scoffed, cutting you off.  “Writer or journalist, you’re all the same. There’s no difference,” he mutters under his breath.  His eyes glance down to the manila folder that held his inmate information.  “From the looks of it, you’ve already read everything about me so you should know how I feel about journalists hounding me for questions about my life before prison and now.”  His voice was warning, yet a deep purr.  He leaned against the table, closer to Gemma, eyes pinning under his dark gaze.  

There was something about the fear that was ignited in Gemma, which also turned her on.  His eyes were piercing deep into her soul, mesmerized, yet terrified at the same time.  

Steve fought the urge to moan at the way she bit her lower lip, as if to stop herself from trembling; his cock jumping for attention under his orange jumpsuit.  She was modest, submissive even and he had to stop thinking dark thoughts about his hand around her throat as he fucked her raw.  When he was told about this interview, he assumed it would have been a balding fat man, not a shapely appetizing young woman.  

He was leaned over the table, as close as he could possible lean and inhaled deeply.  His nostrils were met with the most wondrous smell; some sort of flower he couldn’t quite figure out, but he wanted more of it.  He thanked whatever higher power out there for her perfume, her scent; it was a good distraction for his shitty fucking life in prison.  

Gemma took a shuddering breath as Steve leaned closer to her over the table; her eyes on his large hands clasped together.  

“Well go on then.  Ask your damn questions,” Steve urged, a hint of playfulness in his warning tone, making Gemma’s mind swirl with confusion.

“Umm, what..what more can you tell me about your conviction and what was it like?” She slowly glances back up at Steve, immediately regretting it.  His jaw was tight, tense.  

“Lengthy and tedious,” came Steve’s stiff answer.  

“And what about the trial?” she asks softly.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he glances down at his file and back up to her.  “Read the damn file.  It’s all in there.”

Usually she is poised during interviews, but Steve is throwing her off track with his demeanor. “Alright then,” she speaks, shifting in her chair.  “How has it been adjusting to life here in prison?”

“Agonizing,” he replies; his face deadpanned.  

“Umm,” she stumbled as she fumbled through her notes.  She could feel her cheeks begin to redden with mortification at her loss of thought. This was definitely not going the way she imagined.  Sure, she had never interviewed a prisoner before, but she had seen numerous crime shows and interviews online with prisoners and they acted anything but like Steve.  Her throat was beginning to dry up and reached for her bottle of water, taking a quick swig.  Not only was his behavior throwing her off, but he stature in general was terrifying. Here she was, sitting not only in front of a murderer, but a big man in and of itself.  His biceps were trying to break free from his jumpsuit and she could tell he was ripped and muscular underneath.  

Her eyes trailed up to his face; the veins in his neck starting to pop out.  “What do you want me to say huh?” he growled through his teeth. “You want me to sit here and talk about and describe in detail what killing and hurting those men felt like huh? How good it felt when I plunged the knife into their stomachs and slashed their throats?  Or how I watched one of them die a slow and painful death after cutting his femoral artery?  People don’t realize just how much blood the human body can hold, but I sure do Kitten and it’s quite a fucking lot of blood,” he explained.  

Gemma wanted to flinch at the pet name he gave her, but she kept her cool as best she could. Instead, she looked at him with her big emerald green innocent and scared eyes.  

Steve nearly came in his jumpsuit at the terrified way she was looking at him.  Fuck he would give anything to snap these chains off him, bend her over the table and slam his dick into her pussy.  He knew, just by looking at her, what a tight little cunt she had; and he wanted it.  

“Is that what you want to hear Kitten?  I think deep down you want to hear that I enjoyed killing those men.  Fuck, I’m glad I did it.  And no, I wouldn’t take it back if I had the chance to.  Sure, I’m fucking pissed to be locked in this miserable God forsaken place like a caged animal.  Having to be told when I can eat, sleep and taking a goddamn piss. But it is what it is,” he stated, shrugging  as if it was nothing.  

Gemma could do nothing but stare back at him.  Steve studied her, knowing he was wrong.  No, she was too sweet, too pure.  She wasn’t hard hearted like him.  He watches as she nervously chews on her lower lip.  

“What do you miss most from outside of this place?”

The question made him cock his head to the side in curiosity.  This petite, shapely five foot four librarian looking woman just astonished the five foot eleven murderer.  

“What?” Steve asked.  

“What do you miss about-“

“I heard the fucking question Kitten,” he growled.  

This time when he called her Kitten, she didn’t want to flinch.  Instead, she felt an oddly exciting tingle go down her spine; her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink.  Steve knew exactly what his pet name did to her as he slyly smirked.  

Steve stayed silent, not knowing how to answer that question.  Nobody ever asked him that question before in interviews.  

She remained quiet as well, her eyes fidgeting with her pen.  She had been told time and time again to not give any personal information about herself, but she couldn’t help just speaking up.  “I’d miss baking.”  Her voice was the softest she had ever spoken; Steve barely heard her.  

Her eyes flick back up to Steve as he sits back in his chair, getting comfortable.  His slicked back hair was now in the light of one of the few windows in the room and even though he used only prison shampoo, it looked so soft; she wanted to run her fingers through it.  

Since Steve wasn’t saying anything, she figured she would continue speaking.  “My grandma left me her house in her will when she passed. It’s quite small.  Just a two bedroom two bathroom house.  But it has a porch with a porch swing in the front and is full of hand me downs and small knick-knacks.  It’s warm and cozy and clean, and all mine,” she speaks.  “It’s all I have.  I don’t have any family left.  My entire life exists in that small house.   I grew up there my entire life.  I remember planting some lilac bushes when I was younger.  I love it every spring when they bloom, even if it’s not for very long.  My grandma and I planted a garden in the front of the house.  I try to keep up with the garden, but that was my grandma’s thing.  Plants and flowers.  Luckily the garden we planted when I was younger, doesn’t take much to upkeep. But baking is my passion. Cookies, brownies, pies and cakes. I make a lot of cakes for special events in my town.”

She couldn’t help but glance up at Steve and she couldn’t tell if her mind was playing tricks on her or not, but it looked like he was smirking.  

“Coffee,” was all he said, making Gemma nod her head.  But then he continued.  “Italian coffee to be exact.  Nothing added to it, dark as the ink on my skin.  The shit coffee they serve in here tastes like dirt.”  Gemma couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, the sound going straight to Steve’s dick, making him inwardly groan.  

The two of them sat there quietly, staring at one another.  

“Time’s up,” came the voice of one of the guards.  Gemma turned and saw two guards entering the room.  They stopped in front of Steve and unshackled him from the table.  Roughly, they jerked his hands away from the table and she wondered if his wrists were sore or hurt as she noticed how his skin was raised and red near the cuffs.  

“Come and see me again Kitten,” Steve spoke with a slight upturned grin to his lips.  

Gemma watched as the guards took him from the room.  She had never felt this way before she did today; terrified and fearful, yet oddly excited to see him again.  She had not planned on coming back here again, but when he called her that pet name yet again, she had made up her mind to visit him next week.  

[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x Hood!reader - part 15 - Lying bitches and Group chats

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Harry raised his brow as Aaron glared at him from the other side of the room, the other teen had been more aggressive at Harry ever since he returned from the Sherwood forest fair.

Harry sighed, ignoring the glare and going back to his notes for algebra.

“Hello~” a voice purred suddenly from beside him, Harry mentally frowned and slowly looked up, his shoulders dropping and a glare settling.

Lila had decided it was a good idea to sit next to him and try to flirt. She fluttered her eyes and trailed her fingertips across the table counter, licking her lips flirtatiously “I haven’t seen you around before? I would know if such a handsome guy like you had been around”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, the green-eyed girl faltering for a moment, eyes widening as Harry gave a sharp grin and a harsh glare. “too bad I know who yeh are huh? Lie-la~”

Lila suddenly stood, tears starting to pour from her eyes “I knew it! Erza and (y/n) lied to you! They-they abused-“ Harry let out a snarl, standing suddenly, making Lila squeak as Harry towered over her. She hadn't expected for harry to be as imposing as he was.

“cut the crap yeh cunt, I know what yeh did ta Erza and I'm not interested in yer lies, besides I'm an isle kid, I know how ta lie like its breathing, yeh think I cant tell when someone's lying ta me? Go try it on some other poor soul yeh bitch”

Lila's jaw dropped, never before had she been talked to like that, “you-how boorish-“ Lila squeaked as Harry reached for his waist, and in a flash, the curve of his hook was inches from her nose.

“yeh might wa’nna get a move on lassie” Harry chuckled darkly “I don’t have a care fer people like yeh” Lila stared at him with fear-ridden eyes before she turned and bolted out of the study hall.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes, packing up his work and books and heading out of study hall, glaring back at Aaron as the other teen continued to glare at him.

Harry stopped as he saw Aaron's eyes flash purple, but harry shook it off, taking out his phone and texting the group chat.

-

Mr.Cookie -I officially hate Lila >:(

It was a moment before Erza replied first.

Marriedtocake -u officially met her huh? Yeah shes a bitch,  luckily she hasn’t spotted me yet

Marriedtocake -…somehow

Harry snorted, remembering the small explanation Erza had given him and the others about Lila's abuse.

If he had anything to do about it, Lila would be running for the hills away from Auradon.

Wait, why was his name-

Mr.Cookie - WHY IS MY NAME MR COOKIE?!

Gillyboi - Hook sounds like Cookie, and Erza said Hookie that one time so, Cookie~

Mr.Cookie - that makes no fkin sense

Hawkeye - deal with it mr.cookie, ur not getting out of it until we find a more funny nickname for u

Mr.Cookie - why is (y/n)’s name cool?!

Hawkeye - because im cool

Seagoddess - Cookie stfu im in class rn

Mr.cookie - FKIN UMA U TOO, AHHHHHHH

Mr.Cookie has been muted by Seagoddess

Marriedtocake - HA

Harry pouted as his messages wouldn't go through, he looked up, grinning as me made eye contact with (y/n) who glared at him

Hawkeye - u idiots he-fukoasjdfsodhg

Hawkeye - UMA HOW FUCKING DARE U

Seagoddess - heh

Gillyboi - Cookie stole (y/n)s phoooone

Seagoddess - we know gil

Piratequeen has entered the chat

Piratequeen - wtf is happening I leave for two minutes and you all descend into chaos

Hawkeye - MAKE UMA UNMUTE HARRY

Piratequeen - Harry get off (y/n)s phone

Hawkeye - NOT UNTIL UMA UNMUTES ME

Piratequeen - at least stop the caps lock

Hawkeye - NEVER

Seagoddess unmuted Mr.Cookie

Mr.Cookie renamed Mr.Cookie to Harryisabitchboi

Hawkeye - HEY

Harryisabitchboi - GET THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE THEN

Gillyboi - (y/n) stole harrys phone

Seagoddess - thank you gil, but harry give (y/n) her phone back

Hawkeye - NO THEN YOULL MUTE ME AGAIN

Harryisabitchboi - GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK U FUCK

Hawkeye - MAKE ME

Gillyboi -ooooh those some fighting words

Hawkeye sent a photo

 Piratequeen - harry she will beat your ass don’t tempt her

Harryisabitchboi - TOO FUCKING LATE

Hawkeye - WAIT IM SORYISGHHHHHHHHH

Gillyboi - annnnnd (y/n)s chasing harry around the campus

Seagoddess - I can see them from class

Piratequeen - just let them fight it out

Marriedtocake - XDXDXD found em, (y/n) is on Harry's back smacking him

Seagoddess - HA

Uma looked out her class window, smirking as she watched (y/n) wrap her legs around Harry's waist and smack at his head, Erza a few feet behind them and cackling, holding up her phone to record the spectacle.

“idiots” Uma chuckled, turning back to the teacher and continuing to take notes.

She heard a low audible groan from the class as the classroom door opened and someone stepped in. she looked up, freezing as Lila stepped into the room, a soft smile on her face.

Ooooh, Uma could see a fake bitch from a thousand miles away.

And that was a fake bitch.

Seagoddess - guess who just stepped into my class

Marriedtocake - u fucking serious? First, she bugs harry now shes in ur class? Christ

Marriedtocake - she better leave u alone or im throwing hands fuck my trauma

Harryisabitchboi - erza no

Marriedtocake - ERZA YES I WILL KICK ASS FOR MY GIRLFRIEND.

Uma sputtered, a blush rising across her face, Ezra just called her her girlfriend…..and it sounded nice.

Fuuck

Hawkeye - erza please leave it, Uma please tell me there's not an empty seat next to you

Seagoddess - nope, the only seat is near the back.

Uma looked up as Lila turned to the teacher and touched her ears “oh Mr. Crawford, I have tinnitus and it's hard for me to hear if maybe someone can switch seats with me?”

The teacher just gave her a look “Ms. Lila, we have your full file including your pathological lying, please go sit down before you make a fool of yourself” Lila turned pale and she looked down at the floor as she speed-walked to her seat, her ears turning dark as the class snickered at her failed to try at the teacher.

Uma smirked, glancing back down at her phone.

Seagoddess - teach knows about her shit, sent her to the only empty seat after she tried saying she had tinnitus

Marriedtocake - HAHAHA!!!!

Marriedtocake - MY YEARS OF BITCHING TO THE SCHOOL COUNCIL HAS PAID OFF

Marriedtocake - EVERYONE KNOWS SHES FULL OF SHIT

Hawkeye - we must celebrate! meet at Tiana's café after school!

Several people are typing….

Mr.Cookie - Yes ma’am

Gillyboi - aye sir!

Seagoddess - alright then

Piratequeen - k

Marriedtocake - look at harry being all polite~ after hood kicked ur ass~

Mr.Cookie - shuuuut the fuck up

Uma chucked again and pocketed her phone, tuning back into the teachers droning about the history of pixie hollow.

=

“to the bitches downfall~!” Erza cheered, holding up her frappuccino in the air, the rest of the group cheered with her, raising their drinks.

“and to not failing our tests next week” Uma snorted, Harry and Erza groaning at that.

“don’ remind meh” Harry huffed, sipping at his mocha.

“How bout a study night tomorrow?” you suggested, bitting into your sandwich “gods knew we all need a set time for studying or else it'll never get done”

“true that” Erza chuckled, leaning back in her chair, the front legs lifting off the floor.

“Erza?” Erza’s eyes widened and she slowly turned around, her shoulders dropping as she made eye contact with Lila. “you, you’re still he-?”

“I'm still here? Yes Lila, I'm not as weak as you thought I was” Erza snapped, standing up and cutting off Lila by a few inches “now what do you want?”

“well I” Lila stuttered, eyes running up and down Erza’s body “I was wondering if you wanted to talk?”

“she” Uma interrupted her, standing from the table and walking over to Erza, tossing her arm around her waist “is going to be spending time with her girl, no time for you sweetheart” Uma purred, knowing Erza’s cheeks were now pink.

“you?” Lilas lip curled in disgust “why would she with someone….like you?”

Uma let out a dangerous chuckle, Harry's insane laughter popping in. Lila's eyes went wide as she finally noticed the rest of you, including the bright, eyed harry and Harriet staring at her, sharp smirks on their faces “yeh never wan’ ta anger a sea witch lassie, they aren’t ta be trifled with”

Lila's eyes snapped back to Uma, taking a step back from the glowering sea witch. “you-you're the daughter-“

“daughter of Ursula~” Uma purred, giving Lila a low bow “ now, leave” Uma's necklace gave a low glowing pulse, sending Lila out the door and down the road, away from the group of friends. “good riddance” Uma huffed, tugging Erza back into a chair and leaning on her shoulder.

“she's a right off bitch” you muttered, holding your hand up to Uma for a high five “nicely done by the way Uma” Uma smirked and smacked her hand into yours.

“back to the original topic” Harriet sighed, setting down her iced coffee “study night? Where?”

“my room” you perked up, finishing off your caramel frappe and setting it on our leg “it’s the biggest and I have a lot of snacks already in my room”

“Alright, hoods room it is tomorrow night! Then after that video game!” Erza cheered, the rest of the group cheering with her.

“sounds good” Uma hummed.

“so for now, let's go to the arcade cuz im bored” you suggested, raising your brow at the others, Gil and Harry's eyes glinting with excitement at your suggestion.

“that ALSO sounds good” Uma chuckled, standing from her seat and nodding her head out to the road “lets go”

“yeet!” Erza cried, hopping from her seat and running out the door, the rest of you following after her.

-end of part 15-

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Hi, would you do person A falling asleep on Person B’s shoulder/chest/lap and Person B really needs to get up to go do something but doesn’t want to wake Person A with Billy, please :)

Billy couldn’t remember the last time he had free time. Every evening after work, he was still working form home. There were always contracts to look over or reports to review or plans to formulate—something to do. Still, he allowed himself small pleasures while he was working.

Currently, he was sitting on the couch, going through proposed plans of actions that had been submitted for his approval. He held the file in his lap, his other arm was wrapped around you. You were watching your favorite show with your head on Billy’s shoulder, and while he wished he could just enjoy this time with you, he had to work—

—but this was a nice compromise.

One of the things he loved most about you was that you weren’t demanding. You understood that Billy was a busy man, and you cherished the time you had with him, no matter how minimal it was. And because of that, every moment like this, where the two of you could be together, was magical. You hummed, happy to be with Billy, and dropped your head to his lap. Billy absentmindedly put his hand on your head, playing with your hair as he flipped through the report. He squinted as he read on. Something was wrong here… The schematics didn’t match the written proposal. He rolled his eyes—he was working with fucking amateurs. He needed to get Curt on the phone and get a new dossier for this mission. And he needed to make a few calls—the asshole who wrote the report needed a talking to. Billy shifted, trying to find his phone, but froze.

You were asleep.

He looked down at you, not even daring to breathe, his heart melting at the sight of you. You were sound asleep, breathing evenly as you laid in his lap. He bit his lip; you were so fucking cute, he could hardly even stand it.

But he had to get up.

Billy cleared his throat, hoping to get your attention. “Baby,” he whispered, “Can you…? I gotta…” He shifted his leg, lifting your head with the action, but lowered it when your lips fell down in an adorable pout.

There was no fucking way he was moving now.

He leaned his back against the couch and sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to wake you, and anyway, the calls he needed to make could wait. The plan wasn’t going to be put into place for at least another 4 months, so Billy let himself relax and enjoying the feel of you on him. He muted the TV and closed his eyes, his fingers playing in your hair. This was the most relaxed he’d been in a long time, and he knew that had everything to do with you.

Two hours later, Billy blinked awake as he heard his name being called over and over. He opened his eyes to see you by his side, your smile making him smile in return.

“Your phone is ringing,” you told him.

Billy responded by rolling you over on the couch so that he was on top of you. He kissed you, hearing the ring of his phone in the background, until he couldn’t hear anything but the sound of your breathing and the sweet little moans you let out as he kissed you.

He pulled back, dark eyes staring down at you. He loved you. He wanted to devour you, wanted to pull you into him and never let you go. Billy wasn’t surprised or confused by the strength of his possessiveness; he’d been like that since he’d met you. There was something about you that just made him want to keep you all to himself. “Take your clothes off.”

You obeyed quickly, and Billy threw himself on top of you, kissing and caressing your soft skin as he moved against you.

There was still a lot of work he had to do, but Billy was fine with allowing himself these moments with you. Hell, he figured he deserved it.

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