#that wouldn't pass a flip test for SURE

[ann-chovi]

Been feeling a bit down about my lowered energy levels and how I don't feel like my art is coming as easily as it did a year and a half ago

but like

I just found sketches and things that I was PROUD of from that time and... I know I could do so much better now???? Like- here brain, here's proof that you haven't gotten worse over time- you've improved. Yeah it's a little slower going now but... that's okay???

Like:

Compared to:

ANYWAY. BRAINS ARE DUMB. AND SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO LOOK AT OLD THINGS TO FEEL OKAY ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE AT.

[widowmaxff]

if you wanted to, could you please write an angsty oneshot of moms!wandanat and reader where they get into a a bad argument which results in reader running away to yelena’s? ending could be happy or sad- up to you overall!

proud

pairings: parents!wandanat × daughter!reader | yelena × fem!reader (all platonic)

warnings: angst, argument, crying, insecure reader (?), happy ending!, steve × reader (platonic) at some time of the one shot, bad writing

a/n: i finished this crying because a cockroach attacked me, so thats why the ending was kind of bad writing sorry :P anddd tysm for your request <333 i loved writing this

You were never sure when it started, but it was probably a long time ago. When you learned that having parents who fought the super villains in the world wasn't normal, you realized that your life wouldn't be normal either. But even though you liked seeing your mother training with her red powers or running and being able to do whatever you wanted through the great corridors of the Compound, you still missed having a 'normal' life.

Being able to go out on the street without worrying about some evil man who hates one of your mothers kidnapping you or even being able to make friends at school without them being people who just wanted to meet your uncles, were things you wanted so much to experience. But that wasn't the only thing that made you feel bad in your daily life, having mothers who were superheroes also made you barely see them in weeks.

Even though most people your age didn't want anything to do with their parents anymore, you still missed the comforting and long hugs, the nights you had a marathon of your favorite movies and even when you still had dinner together as a family. But now, either they were too busy with work, like missions and paperwork, or they just didn't want to deal with a teenager.

And even then you tried to get their attention in some way. "Mom?" You knock softly on Natasha's office door, hearing a quiet response for you to enter. "Can you help me study for my test of the next week? I really don't understand this." You chuckle seeing your mother's eyes continue on the papers on her desk.

"Can't you look up the answer on the Internet or something? I'm really busy here, Y/n/n." You knew that Natasha would dismiss you somehow, but deep down you still hoped that she would look at you.

"Yes, but- I wanted to understand how to solve it and not just research it." You whisper, watching your mother write something down in the corner of the paper.

"Wanda can help you." She says, her eyes unable to take the words from her face for even a minute.

"Okay- um, thanks anyway, Mom." You only hear a mumble under her breath, making you wonder if there was something wrong with you. You close the office door with a little less hope this time. Your other mother was always a step ahead than Natasha in terms of emotional comfort, so maybe she would help you in your task by remembering your daily difficulties with that kind of thing. "Mama?"

"Yes?" Your mother murmurs, you barely listening. Wanda was sitting on the sofa at the Compound while devouring herself with a book in her hands.

"Can you help me study for my test of the next week, please?" You sit next to her while Wanda flips through another white page of the big book.

"Now?"

"Yeah. If it's possible."

"Can I help you...tomorrow?" Wanda finally looks at you from above her book. "Today is my only day off from the week's missions and paperwork and I'm really tired right now, my love." Your eyes fall to your hands in your lap, it was obvious that deep down you knew she was going to promise you something and maybe she would deliver. But by the time the next day passed, and then the next, and then the next... and Wanda didn't talk to you about it, you knew she wasn't going to help you.

And when you felt your head hurt just looking at that big red note in the corner of your test, you knew your mothers' wouldn't react so well to it. Maybe before they started spending time apart from you, they wouldn't get mad or anything like that because of your grade, but now you were sure that wasn't what would happen.

Stirring your fork on the plate still full of food, you go over the things you would say to your mothers' about your school grade. You travel between words and don't even notice when someone enters your field of vision. "Is everything okay, Kid?" It was your Uncle Steve. He sits in front of you watching you think about what to say to him.

"Yeah, it's just...school stuff."

"Is someone picking on you?" You knew that Steve almost saw you as a daughter, and you also knew that he was aware of how your mothers would rather be busy than deal with a teenage girl going through puberty, and that maybe now is the time when you needs them the most.

"Not like before, but that's not it." You leave your fork on your plate before sighing deeply. "I just got my test and I didn't get a very good grade," Murmuring you hold back the tears that sting your eyes. "now I don't know how I'm going to tell my mothers this."

Steve sighs. "I'm sure they won't fight with you, Y/n/n. Your mothers' will understand what happened and a grade doesn't define who you are, okay?" Your uncle didn't have much certainty in his voice but you tried to believe him anyway. You nod and put a small smile on your face, as a gesture of thanks.

Steve ruffles your hair, getting up from the chair when he hears the loud and unmistakable footsteps of your mothers' approaching you. He sends you a smile to try to reassure you that everything will work out, and with each step closer to you, your heart starts to accelerate. Your mothers' had a neutral expression, even if Natasha seemed angrier. "Aren't you going to eat?" Wanda asks, walking past you and heading towards one of the closets.

Completely ignoring the question, you take a deep breath and swallow hard. "I received the grade for that test in which I asked you to help me study." You mutter as you saw your mothers still facing away from you. "I got a D." Your voice was low, but even so, the two stopped what they were doing and looked into the depths of your soul.

"You got what?" Natasha seemed to finally understand that you were there. Her arms crossed as she walked towards you.

"I-I asked for help and-"

"Now you're trying to get out of this by blaming us for not helping you?" Wanda cuts you off making your eyes focus on her.

"I'm just saying- I tried, okay?!" It could be said that you got anger issues from your mom genes, or that you were just overwhelmed and your patience was running out. And when your tone of voice increased, you knew Natasha's anger would increase as well.

"Hey, don't talk to your mother like that!" Natasha slams her fist on the table in front of you, making you almost jump out of your seat.

"Well, you shouldn't be talking to me like that either." You didn't know where so much courage came from to fight back against your mother, but when you realized it, the damage had already begun.

"I'm your fucking mother, I talk to you however I want!" Natasha had never made you feel as scared as you did now, but it seemed like now that the words started to come out, they wouldn't stop.

"Ah, you haven't even been acting like a mother these past few months. Hypocrisy, huh?" When you finished speaking, you saw Wanda's eyes want to turn red like her hair. She approached the two of you quickly with the angriest expression you had ever seen.

"What's your problem, Y/n?!"

"My problem?" You get up from the chair and cross your arms, anyone who saw you in that position would notice the similarities in anger between you and Natasha. "You tell me! I'm not the person who would rather spend time anywhere else than with her own daughter. I'm not the one who forgets that she still has a daughter to raise!"

You screamed so loud that you were sure the entire Compound could hear that argument and that they could probably feel the tension in that environment from afar. If you were in a cartoon, you could see smoke coming out of Natasha's head and definitely Wanda's eyes catching fire. "You're being so selfish right now, Y/n." 

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are! Just because your mother and I work all day to give you a better life, you think that we don't pay attention to you?" You had never seen Wanda like that, screaming and looking like she could kill anyone who came in front of her.

"Ah, yeah. Because last week when you weren't working you preferred to spend the whole day with Peter than with me just because he got a good grade!"

"Yes, because he always made us so proud by passing all the tests he had, unlike you!" Natasha spits the words out of her mouth without even thinking about what she was saying. And when they passed your ears you could feel your heart breaking.

Hearing that your mothers were more proud of a teenager who worked with them than they were of you made you feel like a gunshot was slowly passing through your chest. Natasha and Wanda knew how insecure you felt in your daily life, mainly due to academic validation, and now it seemed like all those days they had to spend helping you feel better about yourself were going down the drain.

Natasha sighs deeply when she sees your eyes widen, holding back tears that would fall at any moment. Wanda didn't seem any different when she heard the same words coming out of her wife's mouth. She never imagined that an argument of that size would ever happen between you, and Wanda could have sworn that she felt her heart stop beating out of disgust at the thought of how bad you must be feeling right now. "Y/n, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay." You murmur, uncrossing your arms. Two tears fall from your eyes and you make sure to wipe them away quickly. Your eyes were anywhere but on your mothers, because you felt so disgusting knowing that they were more proud of Peter than they were of you, that you couldn't even look at them.

Neither Wanda nor Natasha say anything when you turn and start walking out of the kitchen. You seemed to be walking automatically, your eyes blurry and your mind foggy, just going through your mother's words, over and over. But when you realize it, you're already outside the Compound, a few blocks away. You remember only one person who could help you outside of that place, and who wouldn't mind if you showed up suddenly.

And that's how you found yourself in front of Yelena's apartment, your aunt. She had found a place to live close to Natasha's house when she reconnected with her years ago, and especially when she discovered that she had a daughter, you. "Y/n?" Yelena seemed confused to see you there, with your face soaked and red, looking like an abandoned puppy. "Hey, what's wrong?" She didn't take long to have you in her arms.

"M-Mom and Mama h-hate me." You finally managed to murmur after some time sitting on the sofa in the apartment with Yelena stroking your hair and saying affectionate words. 

Anyone who saw her doing this wouldn't believe it. Yelena wasn't the type of person for physical touches and especially sweet words, but when the subject was you, she became another person. "Why do you say that? They love you more than anything, Y/n/n."

"No, they don't."

Yelena had never seen you like this, not when you cried for days when you saw your favorite character dying, not when your mothers had to leave for a long mission. It was strange to see you crying almost as if there was no air in your lungs, your aunt wondered what happened to make it look like you had a bullet in your body and you were begging her to take it out. So, when you fell asleep crying on the couch, Yelena didn't wait a minute to call Natasha and insult her in every way possible. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What?"

"Y/n showed up at my door, I've never seen her crying as much as she does now." Yelena looks at you from the apartment's kitchen, you were curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering your body.

"Are you with her? Wanda and I were looking for her throughout the entire Compound." Natasha seemed to be relieved on the other end of the call, but even so her voice still sounded apprehensive about what had happened. "We're going to your apartment, I'll answer your question when we get there."

"You better!"

[...]

"She's sleeping on the couch." Yelena says when she sees Wanda and Natasha's eyes follow behind her, trying to find you. Yelena noticed Wanda's red eyes, not as if she wanted to cast circles of magic through her hands, but as if she had cried before arriving at the apartment. Your aunt knew that Wanda was sensitive, especially when it came to the topic of you and that you probably inherited that from her too, but for you two to cry so much like that, something really happened. 

"Tell me what happened before you look at my niece again." Yelena has always been very protective of you, for example the time two girls made you the target of jokes in your school, and your aunt didn't wait a second to go to each of their houses and have a word with them. 

"I better show you." Wanda says getting closer to Yelena, moving her fingers that came out red magic towards her mind - Steve messing up your hair, Wanda opening cabinets, red grade, Natasha screaming, you screaming, not being a mother, Wanda screaming, Peter being mentioned, not proud, disgusting feeling, you crying, you leaving the kitchen.

"Jesus." Yelena sighs deeply, running her hands over her face. "I really don't know how you're going to fix this, but I'll warn you: the hole is deeper than it looks."

"What- what do you mean by that?"

"Look, I'm sure you didn't want this to turn into a big snowball, but Y/n been feeling neglected for so long that after today it might take a while for things to get back to normal." Yelena says leaning on the front door frame.

"We didn't-"

"Yes, you did this to her. Today wasn't the first time she's shown up at my door in the last few months, but she's worse than the other times." Yelena crosses her arms and closes her eyes trying to calm down. "I had to listen to her talk about how you hardly talk to her on a daily basis, how you forgot to go to her presentation at school and didn't even apologize, how there were days when you forgot to pick her up and she had to walk in the rain to my apartment because it was closer, how she cried because you never had movie nights again because apparently now you have movie nights with Peter." Yelena's voice got louder with each thing she remembered you saying to her, and there were countless things. "I don't want to hear what you have to say, I want you to talk to her, apologize."

Natasha was so embarrassed to hear all those things from Yelena that she preferred to remain silent. Wanda had started to cry again, but it was silently, digesting all those things they did and didn't do to you. She had always dreamed of being a mother and now that she wasn't acting like one made her want to vomit over her own actions.

"Can we see her?" It was a stupid question coming from them, since they were your mothers and have the right to see you whenever they want. But they knew that everything was messy and bad for you because of them, so the least they had to do was respect your space.

Yelena just nods and gives Wanda and Natasha space to enter the apartment, taking light steps towards you. They bend down in front of you and see your swollen eyes and your red face with dried tears. Your mothers could cry just to see you in this state. Wanda starts to caress your face trying to make you wake up calmly, it was something she used to do when she went to your room in the morning every day to wake you up. And when you felt that you quickly knew who it was. "Mama?"

"Shh, yes it's me, my love." Wanda says with a small smile on her face when she hears your voice. You seemed lost for a few seconds but when you looked around the apartment you quickly remembered, throwing off the blanket and quickly sitting down on the couch. "Hey, it's okay."

"What are you two doing here?" You murmur, looking at your mothers' faces, who seemed sorry for everything that happened.

"We... came to talk and apologize, is that okay for you?" Natasha says, you could see in her face that she felt just as guilty as Wanda, because most of those horrible words were said by her. "Yeah, I guess." Wanda sighed in relief at your answer and felt some of the weight leave her body.

"I know that just apologies won't be enough to make you want to be around us for now, but your mother and I are completely sorry, my love. We were so stupid about leaving you aside these last few months, we didn't even realize what we were doing to you and it's really fucked up." The swear word made you laugh briefly, putting a smile on your mothers face. "And maybe you don't want to forgive us and that's definitely okay, but know that we're going to do everything we can to get things back on track, okay?"

Natasha agrees with Wanda's words and takes a deep breath before starting to speak. "We love you very, very much, sweetheart. And you are our greatest pride in our entire lives. I know you may not believe this, but you can be sure that me, your mother, your aunt and all your other uncles feel most proud of you, okay? You're our little star and our little agent." 

A genuine smile appears on your face when you hear the sweet words that came out of your mothers' mouths. "First, you guys are literally the only people I want by my side and that's the only thing I've wanted these last few months. And I'm really grateful that you guys are sorry about that, even though it's probably going to be hard for things to go back to normal." They nod their heads when they hear your words in your low voice. "And I... forgive you. Not completely but until I can feel good again, but I think hearing you say sorry is a start."

"Okay, yes, that's okay." Wanda leaves a kiss on your forehead and strokes your hair affectionately. "We love you so much, dear."

"Love you too." You say, hugging the two women in front of you, finally feeling maternal affection after feeling neglected for so long and wondering what you had done wrong. Even though it took a while to get used to it all again, you were definitely happier than ever just hearing the words that they were proud of you. "Now I finally don't need to come to talk to Auntie Yelena anymore."

"Hey! I heard that!" Yelena shouts from another room in the apartment making the three of you laugh. You loved making fun of her, but even so, you will always be thankful for all the things she did for you. "Wow you're so ungrateful, Mini Romanoff."

[serotonins-stuff]

I have a Bakugou x fem! reader request if you’re willing!

so reader is really smart but disguises it at school because she’s afraid people (especially boys) will think she’s stuck-up and unattractive. But Bakugou sees through her act and likes how smart she is and asks her out in his own Bakugou way.

Preferably fluff but suggestive bc Bakugou is turned on by smart women ;)

thanks!

Smartass | K•Bakugo

Includes : Fluff

Warnings : none

A/n: Apologies for only getting to the requests months later :), I've got quite slot on my schedule.

Exhaustion wouldn't even be able to explain how you felt after an all nighter, studying your ass off for a biology test after all you've done the past week is hang out with your friends who could care less about good grades.

Being in this highschool meant that you would be classified as a nerd if anyone knew about the lengths you go through for a perfect score, so naturally you did everything you could to avoid that.

You never bragged or showed anyone your scores, you never raised your hand in class even if your mind was tearing you apart for knowing the answer, and because of this no one had gotten suspicious of your actions because you were sure to attract as little attention towards yourself as possible.

Though, at least that's what you thought.

You were convinced that you fooled everyone but, unbeknownst to you, there was always someone watching you from the corner of your eye.

Bakugo Katsuki, the only person in your class who found your behavior suspicious.

Occasionally he would pass by while you're talking to your friends in the hall and overhear you claim that you didnt study for the test. Though it would be a different story when he got a glance of your perfect score from where he sat behind you.

Today was no different, because as soon as you got your paper you flipped it upside down before a look of dissapproval crossed your features. It made his blood boil. Why would someone as smart as you not want to show off their skills to the world?

"We're going to have a class project" The teacher spoke out, "As you all know we're going to the aquarium next week-."

Various complains could be heard by some of the students and you tried to refrain from showing your excitement.

The idea of biology made you feel giddy inside. You were just imagining how calming it would be like to be in the presence of so much aquatic life, in the dimmly lit hues of the water cascading all around the building.

"As I was saying.." She cleared her throat and everyone went silent. "I'm going to be putting you in pairs"

Your heart dropped.

She had to be joking right?. The people in your class had to be the laziest people you had ever met in your life, and there was no way you were going to be stuck with them for a whole day.

Every group project you've been in, there would always be only one person who did the the work, while the others would slack off, and that person was you.

Nobody ever handed their assignments in on time or even took it the slightest bit of interest. You played along with their act, fearing that they'd judge you for being a goody two shoes if you spoke up. In your own time you'd sit by yourself to finish the project and of course they'd take all the credit. They always take the credit.

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you flinched.

"You dreaming in class?" He scoffed, staring you down with his crimson eyes, His face held a neutral expression, and could feel from his aura that he was trying to read you.

"Katsuki Bakugo" you said in acknowledgement, averting your eyes from his to break the somewhat intense staredown.

"Y/n L/n" he tilted his head, not once looking away from your face. "Pair up with me"

You looked at him with shock, was this the same Bakugo who always wanted to work by himself because 'everyone else is weak', now standing at your table demanding you to work with him?

You never really spoke to him in class, but often you'd find yourself staring at him whenever you had hero training. He was always so focused and well calculated. On the battle field he's better than you in every aspect.

He was smart, possibly even smarter you, so why did he need you on his team when he'd just fine by himself?

"Um, why me?" You you're voice wavered.

"You're one of the only idiots in this class who actually put in the effort"

Your eyes widened and you stared at him to search for any sign that he was joking, but he wasn't. Could this mean that he was one of the people that actually acknowleded your hard efforts?

"What you're what you're talking abo-"

He cut you off before rolling his eyes. "You can't pull that clueless act shit on me and you know that."

You avertes your gaze and he continued. "You get a perfect score on almost every test, yet you don't tell anyone that cause you don't wan em to know you're a smartass."

He would rather much have to work with you than the other people in the class, considering you always take the number two spot regarding academics. He's always right ahead of you, scowling in first place, but hell- even he had to admit that there was nothing hotter than a smart woman. If anything he wanted to see this smartness up close, test the limits, and see just how much of your intelligence you were hiding from everyone else.

Don't get him wrong, he loved getting first place, though it wasn't really worth it if his opponents weren't going to give him a challenge. He wanted to fight for his place, give blood his blood sweat and tears for it.

And what better way to do that then get his academic rival pumped up?

You sighed in defeat and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. "We'll have to do research, you free after school?"

He looked away slightly bashful as your fingers brushed against his to type in your number.

"Yeah I am, did you have any place in mind?"

"The cafe two blocks down, afterschool" he said abruptly and turned to leave but stopped when you spoke.

"I don't know where that is" you said softly.

"I'll walk you there after school" he replied, a tiny hint of nervousness coming from his voice.

He needed to end this conversation or else he was gonna end up looking like a tomato from all of this blushing. He practiced this conversation a million times in his head and even that wasn't enough to prepare him. Hearing your voice address him did things to him that nobody would ever understand. The look of your sweet gaze directed to him was more than he could ever ask for.

This class project was a great excuse for him to get to know you better, but you didn't need to know that.

It would've been embarrassing if you noticed him acting all weird, but luckily you were too trappped in your own little world to notice.

•••

A/n. (again) : Focused on getting requests out :)

See you all on Friday.

[m-musings]

okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

[amsgrey]

Clouds

resquested by @rainechase45

warnings: descriptions of a car accident/crash, reader sustaining mild injuries in said crash, mention of blood and broken bones (not in-depth), description of hypothermia + hypothermia-related symptoms, reader really just going thru it in every way, metaphors for death, very bad metaphor writing

Authors Note: I got about 2000 words into this before i remembered that americans have different cars to kiwis. Hopefully, any mistakes are fixed but if they're not, it's because kiwis drive on the left side of the road not the right. 

When you first got your driver's permit, Will and Jay wouldn't let you drive without them. Even though you had completed the course and passed the driving test, they still didn't want you driving alone. Which wasn't an issue really, when you didn't have your own car anyway.

Now you have had your license for almost ten months. Will let you borrow his car from time to time. Today was one of those days. A friend from school lived outside of the city and Will had let you borrow his car to go see them. The drive was only about 45 minutes, not too long with your music blasting. Will and Jay were both working late, so you stayed for dinner with your friend and then started the drive home. It was 7 pm at least by the time you hit the road. The temperature was already 8 °F and only grew colder.

You always hated driving at night and in the rain, but both at the same time was a nightmare. It wasn't just rain now, sleet came down so hard and fast your wipers hardly had time to keep up. Driving in these conditions was dangerous, even for experienced drivers. So you slowed down, turned down the music and tried to limit the distractions. If you crashed Will's car he would never let you drive ever again.

Even with the wipers at full speed and your high beam lights on, the sleet made it near impossible to see. There was no one else on the road, at least, not in front of you. There was an SUV behind you in the left lane, you caught glimpses of its shape through the sleet every now and again. They were going much faster than you were, steadily becoming a larger shadow in your mirror. Eventually, you could see their lights fully in your mirrors. You let out a grumble as you realized they too had their high beams on. Flipping the tab on your rearview mirror didn't change the fact the wing mirrors were blinding you too.

"What on earth," You groaned, the only other car on the road, the only one you had seen in the last 20 minutes was burning holes in your eyes.

Everything changed so quickly. The SUV was speeding up, gaining speed even against all the wind and sleet. Then the car was hydroplaning on the ice and sleet on the road, it swung out of control, swerving from their lane and into your own. You couldn't look away from the mirror, watching in horror as the car kept spinning out of control. It slammed into the side of your car, hitting hard against your door as it pushed you off the road. Both of your cars slid down a bank, only coming to a stop when there was nowhere else to go.

You could feel the seat belt cutting into your chest, you wanted to claw it away but it wouldn't budge. The glass from the now smashed window was cutting through your skin, on your face, your arm, even a few pieces had cut their way through your jeans.

The cold was what kept you conscious. It flooded into your car, breaking the bubble of warmth and ripping away any sense of comfort you had seconds earlier. You weren't sure if it was tears or blood running down your face, but either way, you tried to clear your mind. There was a first aid kit in the glove box, one Will had made, if you could reach it you could help yourself. 

You forced yourself to go through the checklist Will ingrained in you. Starting with your head, you made note of the concussion you likely had, then your neck, whiplash for sure. Your chest next, which was in pain from the seatbelt, but nothing else you could tell for now. Your left arm was broken, but that was a problem for another time. Your legs were squished, but you should move your feet and toes without any pain. That was as good as it was going to get, you had to get out of here. The longer you stay in here, with the sleet soaking through your clothes, the longer you put yourself at risk. 

With a bit of wiggling and stubbornness, you managed to unclip the seatbelt. It didn’t move much, but with it not so tight you could now push it away from you and start the process of wiggling out of your seat. You climbed over the center console, taking your time to avoid smashed glass or hurting yourself further. Once in the passenger seat, you pulled open the glove box, dragging out the kit and rummaging through it. You ripped open one of the gauze packets, pressing it to the left side of your forehead, the sting causing you to hiss. You continued anyway, forcing yourself to open the plastic package with a sling in it. You forced the knot over your neck. Sucking in a deep breath you forced yourself to move your arm into the sling, clenching your jaw in until the pain subsided. After ten minutes of breathing through the pain, you decided enough was enough. You had to move, even if you didn’t want to, you had too. 

Throwing open the door, you forced yourself out into the weather. The first aid kit stayed tucked under your arm so that you could help the other car. Walking up the incline was harder than getting out of the car, the pain from your arm and the other scrapes and bruises weighed you down. One step at a time. One foot after another. Eventually you made it to the driver's door. The windscreen was smashed, webbed cracks making it impossible to see through. You reached for the handle on the driver side, using it to steady yourself the last few steps then yanking it open. Inside, the driver was hunched over his steering wheel. 

“Hey,” You tried to shake his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, “Please, no.” 

You took a deep breath, then placed two fingers to the man's coritod, trying to calm the sound of your own heartbeat to feel the man. 

10 seconds passed. 

20.

30. 

Nothing. No Pulse. No Signs of Life. 

You pulled your hand away slowly, as if not to disturb him. 

“I’m so sorry,” You pulled away, stumbling a few steps back. 

By now, you could guess it had been almost half an hour. Half an hour in the sleet and rain, with no coat, no dry clothes. No one would be able to see you from the road, there was no barrier or break in a fence. No one could see you.  You were at risk, you knew any longer out here would kill you. You had to call for help. Forcing yourself to walk back down the slope to your car was hell. Your entire body shook, every time you took a step, your legs shook and you had to take extra time to steady yourself. When you finally got back to where you started, the passenger side door, you used your right arm to pull yourself back into the car. You had left your phone in the holder on the 

 There were no lights on in your car, nor the other one, so you had to search with light from the moon and strained eyes. You patted down the floor of the passenger side, nothing. Leaning over the console you tried the driver side. Avoiding the mangled parts was hard, no wonder your leg was scratched up and sore. Eventually your fingers found an irregularity, your phone face down on the ground. You yanked it up, pulling it to your face and trying to turn it on. With the screen facing you, you could see the damage. It was like it had been through a blender, the only intact part of the phone being your case. It was useless. A glorified paperweight. 

“Fuck!” 

40 minutes in these wet clothes. You had never been so cold in your life. It was as if there was no heat left in the world, the comfort of warmth was a fleeting memory. The aggressive shivering was making it hard to do anything, but you were more worried about what would happen when you stopped shivering. Growing up in Chicago, with a doctor brother, meant you heard all about how hypothermia could sneak up on a person. Most people didn't see it coming, didn’t know the signs. You were painfully aware of them. 

The racing heart. Tachycardia. 

The cold white fingers. Your body pulling blood from your extremities to protect your core.

Next it would be the brain fog, shock, the feeling of being overheated. There was no telling when it could strike. 

The other driver's phone. 

A lightbulb went off, literally. 

If you wanted to survive, you had to get back to the other driver. You had to fight. 

Finding the driver's phone felt like grave robbing. You could see it sitting in his cup holder. Some kind of miracle it hadn’t bounced out. You had to lean over the man to get the phone, trying not to move him or touch the blood that was staining his clothes. With the phone in hand, you gripped it with two hands to press the power button and activate the emergency call. You pressed the phone to your ear, it rang twice. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“I was in an accident,” You answered, “I need an ambulance.” 

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m not shivering anymore. I’m not shivering.” 

Your arm dropped, phone tumbling into the snow on the ground. 

“It’s not cold anymore.” 

“Dispatch, we’re going to need a Medevac.” 

“Hey kid,” The paramedic was trying to keep you alert, “Not far from a hospital, okay?”

“It’s too hot,” You slurred, strapped to the gurney in preparation of the Medevac, covered in foil safety blankets. 

“I know, love,” The woman was so nice, her voice was so soothing. “Just hold on a little longer, yeah?” 

You could hear the sound of the helicopter approaching, a steady rhythm. It grew louder and louder. it  felt as if it was taking the rhythm from your heart, as the helicopter got louder you could feel your heart getting quieter. 

The deafening sound and the wind that came from the chopper made you feel like you were hallucinating. The whole time as you waited for help, half conscious in the snow. It was nothing much at first, shooting stars, the moon glowing brighter and brighter. Then it was Will’s voice, Jay’s humming. All the things that reminded you of warmth, of that all encompassing feeling. 

Holding onto your own consciousness was like trying to hold onto a cloud. You could just see it, sense it, but physically touching it, holding it… it was nearly impossible. 

A moment of clarity had you reeling it in, forcing your eyes open. 

Inside the chopper was just as loud. But more hectic. A symphony of chattering radios, yelling voices and beeping machines. 

“My brother,” You croaked. 

“Don’t speak, kid,” The Medevac paramedic was a different man, older than the paramedic from before. He looked like a dad. 

“My brother, Doctor Halstead… Chicago Med.” 

The man's face was out of focus, but you could see the realization on it. He knew what you were asking. 

He turned to the other body in the back of the shopper, the one that was just a blur of blue shapes, “Get him on the radio now.” 

He looked back at you, “What’s your name kid?” 

You whispered it back to him, voice raw and mouth dry. You felt like you were drenched in sweat. Everything was burning. The clouds in your mind were getting further and further away, but you forced yourself to hold tight to consciousness. You needed to talk to Will. You had to talk to him. 

“My name's Tom,” The paramedic was placing headphones over your ears, adjusting the mic so that your voice might reach it, “I’ve got you, alright, kid? Just take it easy.” 

The other person was speaking, explaining something. You could hear the bass of his voice through the headphones, like he was speaking inside your head. But he might as well have been speaking another language, because nothing he said made any sense. Your eyes were so tired, burning from the lights inside the chopper, even though you knew they were as low as they could go. Light flares made it impossible to focus, everything blending and swirling in a sickening live painting. Nothing was peaking through those clouds now. They were dark, cold, and sinister. The ones that roll through right before a thunderstorm, before everything went haywire. 

But then there was sun, a beam of warmth that basked you in calmness. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Will. The warmth that kept you safe. 

If you had been in your right state of mind, you would be able to hear the strain in his voice, the pure anguish. But you didn’t. All your brain could comprehend was that he was there. 

“I love you,” You whispered, not sure if it would be heard. 

Tom repeated your words, mumbling something about numbers or stats dropping. 

“I love you too.” Will replied, “I love you so much. I will always-” 

Will cleared his throat, it registered somewhere in the very back of your mind now. He was crying. 

“I will love you, forever. No matter what happens, sweetheart.” 

Will didn’t call you sweetheart anymore. It was always squirt. Sweetheart was what he called you as a child, the nickname that fizzled out when you turned 10 and having a hovering older brother was embarrassing. Again, that feeling of warmth returned. The feeling of lying in the sun after a swim, letting it dry you and warm you slowly. It was calm, gentle, nurturing. The warmth that made plants grow and flowers bloom. That you had spent your whole life with. Will was the sun in your family. Warm, nurturing and oh so loving. Always there, reliable and steady. If Will was the sun, then Jay was the moon. That Light that guided you through the dark. The one that brought coolness, serenity and wiseness. Jay was the one that kept you calm. Taught you to stand on your own two feet, to fight. The moon was always there, every single night. Sometimes it hid, keeping its light hidden, but it was always watching. 

Your brothers, your lifelines. 

The steady thrum of the helicopter was growing silent. Replaced with a ringing that pulled you into a clear empty and dark sky.

There were no more clouds. There was nothing. 

Will was on the roof as soon as he got word the chopper was getting close. The fear and anxiety that ran through his blood was making it hard for him to focus. He was standing by with strict orders not to intervene. When Goodwin had heard what was happening, she had made sure WIll knew that he could not be involved in treatment at all. No matter what, he could only watch. 

“I got this, Will,” Marcel assured Will. Marcel was a brother, he knew what it was like to worry over his sister. 

“I know,” Will responded, the words meant nothing. Nothing anyone could say would stop the thumping of his heart, the fear in his veins. 

As the chopper landed, Will watched Marcel and the trauma nurses run in, a practiced team. The hand-off was smooth as it could be, then everyone was running back inside, headed to the ED. Elevator rides with patients were always slow and nerve racking, now was no different. The Helipad was only a few floors above the ED, the distance was hardly far enough to feel as long as it was. 

“Baghdad's free” Maggie called as they barrelled into the ED. Marcel started barking orders, calling stats, medications. Will had done the routine before, thousands of times. Now, watching from outside the room,everything felt foreign and new. 

Marcel and Trinny cut off your damp clothes, replacing them with warm blankets and heat packs. 

“Temp check?” 

“61.2. Heart rates dropping. 62, 56, 43…” 

Maggie grabbed Will's arm, pulling him back as the monitors flatlined. 

“Get me an amp of epi!” 

"Epi’s in.” 

“Hold compressions…” 

“No pulse.” 

“Resume compressions.”

Will looked at his watch, the minutes were ticking by. 

“Alright,” Crockett switched with Asher on compressions, taking a step back, “Temps up to 63…” 

“It’s been ten minutes,” Asher said through compressions, “Should we try ECMO?” 

Marcel turned to Will, not for permission, but to see if he was following. THe face that Marcel saw was full of hopelessness. This wasn’t Will Halstead the ED Doc, it was Will Halstead the big brother. 

“Maggie?” 

“On it, Marcel,” Maggie stepped away from Will barking her own orders at nurses. 

How is this happening? 

Nothing else could take up space in WIll’s mind. Why was this happening? 

This morning when you had left, you showed Will the weather forecast, telling him it would be cold and rainy, that you would take your time and go slow. He knew you would too. You hated driving in the rain, so you were always alert. 

This morning, you had dropped him at work and yelled out the window, “Don’t kill anyone!” Before cackling and driving away.

You were so full of life when he last saw you. 

Now all he saw was a limp body that shared your face. 

“Will?” Jay's voice from across the ED. 

Will wasn’t just your big brother. He was Jay's too. At that moment, he knew Jay needed him. 

Will stepped away from the treatment room, intercepting Jay before he could get too close. 

“Listen to me,” Will pulled him aside, grabbing his shoulders, “You don’t want to see her right now. Marcel and Asher are working on her, they have it handled.” Lies. They were lies, or half-truths, either way, Will didn’t believe them. 

“How did this happen?” 

The Halstead brothers didn’t cry much, but now the both of them were tearing up. The fear of losing the light of their lives was weighing them both down. 

“That’s not important right now,” Will forced himself to say, “Right now, all that matters is she is getting treatment.” 

Jay nodded, he pulled out of Will’s grasp and turned to Hailey. She had watched the whole exchange, but Will hadn’t seen her until now. She looked like she might cry too. The same thoughts circling in the Halstead brothers minds were circling in her own. 

“She’s strong,” Hailey croaked out, “She’ll be okay. When she wakes up, she’ll have us, and she’ll be okay.” 

Will smiled at his sister-in-law. She really meant it, her belief giving Will something tangible to hold onto. If Hailey saw the way out, he would too. 

“I got a pulse!” 

The beeping of machines never sounded so sweet. A steady even beat. 

Will hadn’t prayed in so long, but he let slip, “Thank you, God.” A silent prayer followed. 

Where there was once nothing, now there was a wide blue sky, littered with meager clouds. They weren’t the ones that looked like faces or shapes, they were so small that they almost blended into the sky. But they were there. You could see them, feel them. God help you, you were going to reach them. 

The sun was out today too, a warm glow that set the perfect temperature. A spring morning with the first blooming flowers. The moon was there too, a watery reflection against the blue. It felt so serene here. The sun was calling to you, warming you in its embrace. You chose then, this would not be your goodbye to the sun and moon. 

Opening your eyes was the hardest challenge of the day. It was harder than walking up that slope, or staying conscious in the helicopter. Your body screamed for sleep, but you were too stubborn. You had to see the sun. 

“Will, Jay, get in here.” 

A warm hand on the side of your face, another one cradling your hand so gently. 

“We’re here, sweetheart.” 

“We’re not going anywhere.” 

This time they were real. When your eyes focused, there were your brothers. Your warmth on a cold day, the light on a dark night. When your eyes fluttered shut again, you knew they would watch over you, keep you tethered. You weren’t fearful of what would happen this time, they were looking out for you.

[waevrs]

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ

Pairings: ShieldAgent! Natasha x ShieldAgent!Fem! Reader

Summary: Part two of compromised. Y/N recovers quickly from her injuries but she finds out something about Natasha that could put their relationship at risk. What will happen?

Warnings: Mention of abuse, Injury mention.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3

My eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the sudden light and the plain walls of the med-bay.

Not dead yet.

I groaned and sit up as someone burst into the room.

"Oh, thank god! I-We thought we lost you." Tony panted and embraced me in a hug. He had become like an older brother to me during my time here.

"Not to rain on your parade or anything but," he pulled away abruptly "Fury said you're off of missions indefinitely."

"What?!" I yelled, despite waking up for the first time in who-knows-how-long.

"He said that you're too reckless and you're always getting hurt so having you on the field is a liability." He revealed, scratching the back of his head.

"What the fuck?!" I growled, throwing my head back into the pillows.

"Hey, I'm only the messenger." He raised his hands in surrender. Just then, Bruce walked in with his clipboard and asked Tony to leave. I jolted up in the bed and swung my legs off of the side.

"I see the way you look at Romanoff." He mouthed to me. I flipped him off and he winked before strutting out of the door.

"Are you alright? No pain or discomfort?" Bruce asked. I shook my head no. I wanted nothing more than the comfort of my warm bed.

"Really?" He asked, unusually shocked.

"Yeah, why?" I chuckled, taking a sip of the water that was on the table next to me.

"You were out for 4 weeks."

"WHAT?!" I spat out the water that was in my mouth. Bruce passed me a napkin and I wiped myself down.

"And during that period I noticed something...off about you." He announced. I look at him confused and he continues.

"Your body seems to have double the amount of cells a normal human has...Maybe that explains why you don't feel your injuries." He started to ramble. Before I can say anything he interjected.

"Do you mind if I do some tests?"

"Uh...Sure." I muttered, unsure as to why he still wanted to test me after finding that out.

In about an hour or so, Bruce wrapped up all the tests he wanted to do on me and was taking them down to the lab, leaving me to drown in my loneliness.

"Hey Bruce, where's Nat?" I asked him before he left.

"Uhm..." He stuttered, surprised by the sudden topic of Natasha "She's on a mission."

"Oh, thank you."

He sent me a small smile and walked out of the room. I sighed and decided to ask JARVIS where exactly she was, seeing as she was injured she shouldn't be allowed to go on another mission.

"Hey JARVIS? Can you find Natasha for me?" I spoke into the air.

"Miss Romanoff seems to be on a stakeout mission with her boyfriend." The A.I replied.

"Would you like me to let her know that you're awake?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I murmured.

Boyfriend? How come I didn't know about her boyfriend? I guessed Tony didn't know either or he wouldn't of said, well mouthed, what he did earlier. There was a stabbing pain in my heart and I hated it. I was actually very much in pain from my injuries so this new pain in my heart made it ten times more unbearable.

"JARVIS, one more thing. Call Tony."

"On it Miss L/N."

"What's up pipsqueak?" I heard Tony's voice echo in the room that I was in. I heard things clanging in the background so I guessed he was in the workshop.

"Did you know about Natasha's boyfriend?" I whispered. It was quite embarrassing that I was asking.

"No, I just found out. Why? Are you jealous?" He pouted teasingly.

"I-No. Did she say anything about me? You know, when I was out?" I asked and tried to hide the smile that threatened to break onto my face.

"Aww is little Y/N is love?" He continued to tease.

"Tony." I deadpanned as a warning.

"Yeah, yeah fine. No actually. She hasn't spoken to anyone but her boyfriend and spent the last 3 and a half weeks locked in her room, a little like you really." He told me, occasionally grunting due to working on something.

"Oh..."

"Personally, I think you should just ask her out." He added and although I can't see his smug face, I can tell he was smirking.

"Riiight. Because you're suddenly the connoisseur of love." I rolled my eyes, sarcasm lacing my voice.

"So you are in love with her!"

"Tony! I am not!"

"You totally are! I can hear the giddiness in your voice!"

"Ugh fine! I am in love with her! Okay?" I gave in and announced. I was a little shocked I came out to him like that. I always pictured it over a fancy dinner or something.

"Wait...you are? I-I was kidding." Tony sounded, utterly confused. He was probably scratching the back of his head, something he did on the rare occasion that he got confused.

"Yes. I like her, a lot." I sighed and retreated to my pillows, stuffing my head in them.

"I don't know what advice to give to you, pipsqueak." He muttered under his breath.

"Don't say anything, I'm coming to you." I decided, pushing myself off of the bed and hobbling towards the door, clutching the stitches on my abdomen. How I got that wound? I have no clue.

"No! Wait! You can't get up-"

"JARVIS, hang up the call."

I sighed and limped my way down to the workshop. Pushing open the door, I said something before he did.

"I know, she's in a relationship and I should of told her before but I don't think she's gay, Tony."

"Ohhh she's gay alright." Tony chuckled.

"No, she told me- How are you so sure?" I asked and took a seat beside him while he was working on a suit.

"Trust me. I have good gaydar." He assured smugly.

"Tony. You have to be gay to have gaydar. You're a straight man in a straight- wait..." I began.

"..."

I looked up at him in shock.

"TONY! WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?!" I half-yelled, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"I wasn't because I'm with Pep." He mumbled shyly, which shocked me because this was very unlike him.

We talked about how we found out we were gay, well bi in his case, and people we thought were definitely closeted. He brought up Natasha and I immediately brushed that off and told him all the times I've flirted and she completely freaked out.

"Definitely closeted." He nodded.

"Tony." I looked at him disappointed. Why does he think that?

"I'm just saying!" He defended "Maybe she freaked out on you because she realised she has those feelings for you and she doesn't know how to deal with them."

I hummed to let him know that I was listening and he continued.

"It happens to the best of us. Maybe she thinks that the team won't accept her."

"So that explains why every time I flirted with her she went and slept with any random man in the same night." I huffed sarcastically and raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, actually. She could be trying to block out the things she feels for you because she's scared what the others will think." He suggested, finishing up what he was working on.

"The big bad Black Widow? Afraid what other people think of her? Bullshit." I scoffed. I couldn't believe what Tony was trying to say.

"She may seem like a heartless bitch, but honestly she's a big softie." He laughed and I couldn't help the smile that broke onto my face.

"Aww you're smiling." Tony teased me for like the fifth time that day.

"Shut up." I pouted and hit his shoulder playfully.

A comfortable silence set between us. Well, silence apart from Tony's AC/DC music playing in the background while he worked. I sat in the chair swinging my legs until he handed me two bracelets, one that lets me bring up JARVIS' database to help me with cases, and another one that allowed me to equip my new suit with the press of the button on the bracelet.

"Woah, thanks Tony. I don't know what to say." I thanked him and gave him a hug.

"Thank me when you and Romanoff are together." He winked at me and went back to working on something. That man was always working.

"I'll see you later Tony." I smiled and hobbled my way out of the workshop and back to where I was supposed to be, the med-bay. I turned the corner and continued on my way.

"Babe. I told you I'm fine. I dealt with them, didn't I."

My head shot up when I heard her voice. She was battered and bruised and obviously hurting but she was being as stubborn as always. My eyes then travelled to the man who stood next to her.

And I froze.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Natasha was with him of all people.

All the memories came flooding back, what he'd do to me if he didn't like what I said.

I never would have thought that I would end up dating him. It began with passion and excitement, just like any other romantic relationship. The relationship, however, developed down a dark and sinister path that I could not have anticipated.

At first, he was kind and considerate, admiring and flattering me. But he quickly began to show his true colours. He became obsessive and domineering, insisting on knowing every detail of my existence. He shut me off from my friends and family, making me feel like he was the only person I had left. He slowly destroyed my confidence by criticising my accomplishments and making me doubt my worth.

The emotional abuse was relentless. He manipulated my emotions, making me feel guilty for his own shortcomings and failures. His words cut like knives, leaving me feeling small and powerless. I became trapped in a cycle of fear, always walking on eggshells, afraid of setting him off.

As the relationship progressed, the abuse escalated to physical violence. His anger would explode without warning, and I would bear the brunt of his rage. The bruises and scars I carried became a painful reminder of the pain he inflicted upon me. I lived in constant fear, never knowing when the next outburst would occur.

Leaving him was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever made. The process of breaking free from his control was filled with obstacles and challenges. Even after we ended the relationship, he continued to harass and stalk me, invading my privacy and making me feel unsafe.

Rebuilding my life after such a traumatic experience has been a long and arduous journey. I've sought therapy and support to heal the emotional wounds and regain my sense of self-worth. It has taken time to learn to trust again, to believe that I deserve love and respect.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Natasha was dating...

My psycho, abusive ex.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

love tested

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warnings: partying, drinking, dealer!rafe, rafe gets kissed without permission

“you sure you don't want to go to the party baby?” rafe asks.

“yeah, im sure.” you nod, assignments piling up that you need to get to.

“alright, im going to talk to barry then ill be back home.” rafe presses a kiss to your lips. he wouldn't go if he didn't have to, but he promised barry that he would attend so they could talk shipments.

“mkay. just text me when you're on your way home.” you aren't worried at all about rafe being at the party without you, and you really do have to get the assignments done to pass your class.

“sounds good. love you.” rafe kisses your forehead before heading out of the house as you pull out your textbook.

--

rafe steps into the house, eyes scanning the foyer, already looking for barry. he wants to get in and get out. things have changed since he first started dating you. he is no longer as interested in partying and getting high, although he still will on occasion with you. he doesn’t need the drugs and alcohol anymore now that he has you to bring him happiness.

he still deals, but is much safer about it now. “hey man.” topper greets rafe, dapping him up as rafe nods to him.

“have you seen barry?” rafe asks.

“yeah, i think hes on the patio outside.” topper waves a hand in the direction of the back of the house, which is when rafe notices how drunk he is, speech slurred and eyes glossed over.

“thanks.” rafe says, making a mental note to check on topper before he leaves. he finds barry sitting on the patio. rafe slides into the chair next to him, and they don’t waste any time before beginning to talk about the upcoming shipments and when rafe can offload the product.

they finish up speaking, making a point not to do anything over the phone, just in case. rafe is extra careful now that he has you to look after.

“hey man, these girls want a group picture, come on.” topper says, stumbling into the table.

“i dont want to be in it.” barry says, raising his hands up.

“me either.” rafe chimes in. he’s ready to leave, to get back home to you.

“come on.” topper says, pouting at rafe, which makes him laugh, as if that would have any impact on him.

“no. why don’t you let me drive you home?” rafe asks, standing up and nodding goodbye to barry, trying to lead topper away.

“take this picture first. come on, theyre really hot.” topper says.

“fine, whatever.” rafe groans. he doesn’t need pictures of himself floating around on the internet, but he does want to make sure topper gets home safe.

rafe sees the group of girls, all practically looking like clones of each other with the same bleached blonde hair and big fake lashes. “alright, make it quick.” rafe calls out. 

they all move closer, smiling towards the girl holding the camera. rafe takes a step away, but before he can move, a girl wraps her arm around his shoulder, pressing her lips to his.

“what the fuck?” rafe pulls away, shoving the girl back by her shoulders. “what the fuck was that?” rafe shouts, face flushing with anger.

“relax.” the girl laughs, flipping her hair over his shoulder. “you haven't been as fun since you got that new girlfriend.”

rafes face suddenly goes pale, eyes glancing at all the phone cameras pointing at him. they must have caught the interaction and he's sure it's already spreading around. outer banks is a small community after all.

“go fuck yourself.” rafe spits at the girl, stomping away, but not before grabbing topper by the arm and dragging him along.

“you okay man?” barry asks, suddenly appearing out of the crowd.

“that girl just fucking forced herself on me and kissed me. i need to get back home to y/n.” rafe says. barry doesn't ask any more questions, slinging his arm under toppers and pulling him along, out of the house.

“she'll understand what happened, country club.” barry says as topper climbs into the passenger seat, instantly slumping down.

rafe just nods. he knows your reasonable, he knows you'll understand, but he still needs to get home to you, to make sure you aren't left confused until he can explain.

rafe considers taking topper home first as he peels out of the driveway, but topper is already asleep.

rafe breaks the speed limit to get home for you, not caring as he leaves topper in the car, head against the window.

“baby.” rafe calls, running right up to the office where you set up a study session, but you're not in there. textbooks are still open, laptop screen still on your essay, but no you.

“baby, where are you?” rafe shouts, bursting into the bedroom when he sees you laying there, wrapped up in the covers, cheeks stained with tears.

“i can explain.” rafe says, getting down onto his knees, not wanting to get onto the bed, not wanting to intrude on your space if you need it.

“rafe-” you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. you press your hands to his cheeks, a pleading look in his eyes.

“she just pulled me and kissed me out of nowhere, i would never cheat on you, i love you so much, please believe me-”

“i do believe you. it's okay.” you sigh, bending down and pressing a kiss to rafes lips. “someone sent me a dm on insta of the kiss, but then like a minute later i got sent the longer video of you shoving her off. even in that minute, i knew there was an explanation. im not mad, just sad that you had to go through that.”

“i love you.” rafe says, leaning forward, pressing his face against your thighs, finally able to take a deep breath, to calm down.

“i love you too.” you coo, rubbing your hands over his head.

“oh.” rafe picks his head up to look at you. “and i have a very drunk topper in my car and hes gonna need to stay here for the night.”

you let out a laugh. you know topper has helped rafe before when he was too drunk or high, so it's only right that he returns the favor now.

“you bring him in, ill get the guest room set up.” you tell rafe, sliding off the bed as you both stand.

“hey, baby wait.” rafe calls, grabbing your hand and pulling your body back against his.

“what?” you question, but rafe just ducks his head, pressing his lips to yours. “thank you.” he whispers.

you place your hand on his cheek, looking up into his soft blue eyes. “i love you. now come on, let's get topper inside.”

rafe nods, a smile on his face as he watches you go into the guest room before heading out to help his friend.

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[einsvei]

Embracing Frostiness .1

Pairing(s) : Kalim al Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia

❅ — about. "Your lips taste familiar. it's my favourite flavour, isn't it? Let me have another taste, please?"... ( 2.3k ) ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳᶦᵗᵉ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ.

☃︎ — warnings. Fluffy headcannons and mini scenarios, all SFW. If you count kissing and teasing as suggestive, then there's that. Here is my shitty Christmas present to the TWST fandom.

Setting: the boys are still NRC students and classes/studying are mentioned.

Kalim Al-Asim, Coconut.

"You taste sweeter than usual!"

As soon as your lips touch, he stills. A thousand questions run through his mind, and greedy for an answer, he continues to place eager kisses on your face. It tastes so familiar, but its nearly the last thing on his mind.

He could get addicted to the taste of your lips, he thinks. Will hum curiously and keep you pressed against him, rendering you unable to get away.

Even when you push him, desperate for a breath of air, his lips will without a fail chase yours. Would probably shamelessly lick you if he's feeling more playful. He'd definitely lick his own lips after the two of you separate, how evil.

Kalim is a lover of PDA. He wants everyone to know how much he loves you, and vice versa! kisses, hugs, hand holding, nothing is entirely off the table when it comes to you. It's how he greets you and says goodbye, one of the main ways to communicate the near suffocating amount of affection he holds for you and those he holds very dear.

But as soon as you start adding lip balm with specific flavouring, expect his kiss attacks to become increasingly more frequent— and by that, i mean, it's the only thing he can think about.

"What flavour is it today?"

"I hope it's the one from yesterday again!"

Kalim wouldn't mind any other choices of flavours you would choose, but you can tell how much more longing his stares get when you use the coconut one, saved for special occasions.

You can encourage him using this ( Jamil recommended, ) for rewards in tests, mock exams, finishing homework on time, or simply by doing well in class. It will work very efficiently, unsurprisingly so, and by consequence— expect a nod of approval from the vice housewarden every once and awhile.

He'll wonder absentmindedly during class, only brought back by Jamil's book snapping shut beside him. He can only smile sheepishly and apologise.

But if the prospect of being rewarded for his due diligence is on the table, he'd be remarkably concentrated and very passionate on the basis of schoolwork. Though, Kalim is still Kalim, so make sure to bring him back down to earth if his mind wanders. If classes are out, its free game in his books!

Anytime he'd see you, he would, without a doubt, steal kisses from you— whether it's in passing due to him being in a hurry or simply doing it distractedly. It's as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, and a deep craving of the syrupy taste of you is all he can think about.

"When did you buy this? do you have any more of it?"

Assuming that you would tell him it was simply an offhanded purchase, or a one time thing, he'd stare at you curiously, before nodding resolutely. You'd do well to remember that look, as it usually means that an incredible amount of money is about to be spent.

Kalim will make sure that you have a very large stock worth of flavoured lip balm or Chapstick always at the ready. He's giddy, nearly vibrating with excitement as he watched you pick them out at Sam's shop. If there isn't anything that catches your eye, don't worry! he'll contact his parents and get a couple crates fully stocked imported and sent straight to ramshackle.

If by some stroke of luck— or misfortune, Kalim is more mischievous that day, he will whine and pout; yet won't say anything. He'll expect you to already know what he wants, simply by his mood. Better give him those kisses he clearly yearns so much for.

Will follow you around with those wide eyes of his, trailing closely behind you like a lost puppy. The display is just so adorable, you can't help but shower him with all the kisses he wants; smooshing the apple of his cheeks.

Coconut is his favourite flavour, and you're one of his favourite people; so Kalim thinks it's the best of both of his most prized worlds.

He's very indulgent by nature, and he'll definitely take advantage of your willingness and play into your love for him in exchange for more sweet tasting kisses. It's your fault you got him addicted to the taste of you, y'know? make sure to take responsibility.

Riddle Rosehearts, Strawberry.

"Don't just kiss me out of nowhere! what? huh...there's something different?"

In common riddle fashion when it comes to physical affection, he'll completely freeze up, body going stock still.

His face is rapidly gaining a red hue, and it threatens to take over his entire face. It feels to him, and looks to you; that his brain has completely shut off, as its not exactly sure how to respond to your straightforward affections.

You gotta let him know before you kiss him, lest this happens. Sure, it seems funny, and you might get a little chuckle out of it, but riddle doesnt like to feel like hes being made fun of. Occasional teasing is alright in his books, but he's very tight strung outside of your relationship and may sometimes find it difficult to tone it down.

If he were to ask for one, there would have to be a lot of prerequisites needed in order for it to happen. Not being a fan of PDA, you would have to be alone; and of course, you'd have to ask first. It's not that riddle doesn't want your affection, that's very far from it.

He is very starved for touch and affection, due to his very strained relationship with his mother. Unfortunately because of that, Riddle doesn't know how to receive affection-- be it in gifts or in the physical sense. He's glad you remembered his favourite flavour, and will compliment you shyly on your memory; he expects nothing but the best from his partner, after all.

He'll be very nervous if you kiss him randomly, but will notice that something is different awhile after he manages to reboot himself appropriately.

Being extremely observant, ( not to mention the fact that since he's not exactly allowed to have sweets, he will notice the delicious taste almost instantly. ) It'll be addressed, but only after a confused and blush ridden riddle scolds you, of course.

Riddle has a hidden sweet tooth, and doesn't get to indulge in it very often, so he may start seeking you out in the hallways, and drag you to an empty corridor or classroom, and ask for a kiss. Maybe if he felt more bold, he would wordlessly ask for permission before taking what he wants.

"Is it...is it on, today?"

he couldn't dare meet your eyes, it's taking a lot out of him to even ask! Riddle was taught to not be selfish, but maybe it's okay if it's with you, right? He'd cough into his fist, and give you a peck. It's up to you if you want to deepen the kiss ( he wouldn't complain,) or keep them simple in scale. Riddle won't outright say it, lest he wants to embarrass himself— but he sometimes catches himself watching your glossy lips whenever you speak.

Whenever you lick them, he yearns to taste it off of you; but knows to restrain himself. His kisses are shy, and he quickly learns to relish the delicious taste that rests on your lips. In due time, the more comfortable riddle is with you through the journey of your relationship, he'll become more eager, and show more vulnerability intimacy wise. He may let out a small whine into your lips and shut his eyes tight, embarrassed to lock eyes with your own during such a moment.

Perhaps ingesting lip balm so continuously isn't the best for his system, so he advises you to not wear it all the time. Even though he could just— not kiss you all the time when you're wearing it. He's tempted to collar you for that thought.

Dorm members will comment on their housewardens behaviour offhandedly, 'he seems less ... him?' or rather, the version that they're essentially used to seeing, at the very least. Your kisses are always slow and delicate, as if you're afraid riddle would break if you pushed him too far. He prefers to not be taken lightly due to his stature, and will encourage you to not play softly with him all the time— his manly pride is important!

But Riddle knows that you want to cherish the moments that the both of you are able to be physically intimate like this for as long as he’ll let you. The pleasant calming scent from the scented balm and the tempting taste of your lips helps relax him a lot more than he had initially thought. Expect his mood to be a lot less capricious than it used to be— Trey and Heartslabyul as a whole is very grateful to you. Its a very small change in his eyes, but in an outsider's perspective, it's major. Don't expect any further leniency on rule breaking, though.

Malleus Draconia, Ice cream

“You really remembered?”

Depending on how far along your relationship with malleus is, he'd be hard pressed to either do one of two things; cling onto you constantly and follow you, or practically have to restrain himself physically so he doesn't always seek you out.

Lillia told him some people prefer when their partners aren't always around them, and in common draconian fashion, took those words very seriously in assuming you and everyone else were the same way. Malleus is quite lonely, so don't take it too much to heart if he happens to cling onto a bit too much. You're the only one aside from his family that he's been able to confide in, whether it be about his emotional insecurity or physical— and with that comes the responsibility of reassuring him every now and again. He won't tell you, of course, but if you're observant enough to notice it, make sure to not leave that alone, lest it escalates.

With the array of peculiarity twisted wonderland holds as a whole, you'd be surprised if you didn't find anything of odd origins at the mystery shop. So spotting the ice cream flavoured lip balm on a shelf is the least astonishing thing you've experienced so far. Don't look too deep into the logic side of things, and buy it! And subsequently, malleus would notice the change by the smell alone. He yearns to be near you and prefers to not take any opportunities when he is for granted. So, when he catches a whiff of a scent he's very familiar with that isn't your natural one, his interest is immediately peaked.

“Something smells different about you today.”

He would sniff you to pinpoint it, As he knows that the scent is on you, but wishes to know exactly where it is. Stopping at your face, his eyes bore into yours, and he'll expect an answer. Tap your lips, or if you'd say it verbally, it would most likely end the same way. A smile would pain his face, a soft crease in his eyes— he's amused.

“Human inventions are incredibly peculiar. How amusing...”

He'd whisper before sealing your lips with his own, greedily and shamelessly licking the seam of your mouth slowly. Make sure to tell him if it's too much, he'll stop, of course, but will expect more. He's overjoyed ( silently) that you recalled his favourite food and thought of him enough to buy something that he liked. Don't be surprised when small trinkets, stunning gems and miscellaneous items find their way to your hands, in return. Malleus wants you to know, and will try his best to make it very clear that he thinks about you as much as you do him— if not more.

If malleus wants a peck, or a kiss in between classes, or during a late night walk, he'll tap his lips— as you did before.

It'll become a bit of a signal for you both to speak the words that you, or he may be too nervous to speak aloud at times. Malleus is the prince of chivalry, and will always make sure your consent is spoken for whenever physical intimacy like that is present; the last thing he wants to do is potentially hurt you or make you uncomfortable in any way shape or form.

Once the first encounter is done with, expect a very disgruntled pair of knights to ask you where their young master is— his sneaking away has gotten incredibly worse as of late! Don't say anything too obvious, or show them the note he wrote you with a location sprawled on the back of it to them. Sebek is very skeptical when told you have nothing to do with it, but silver and Lillia will work to reassure him and get off your back. Just make sure they never catch you kissing! though one would be more aghast than the rest, to be fair.

His kisses are delicate, yet hold an undertone of soft eagerness, be aware that he can, and will nip at your lips to tease. Due to his duties as future heir, be prepared to be bombarded with affection by malleus when all is said and done. You're his reprieve, his haven outside of the world that seems to do nothing but fear him— and he cherishes you more than you could possibly ever know. Expect very slow sessions of smooching, and a heavy sigh to leave him as he visibly deflates in your hold, arms wrapped around you.

“Does your tongue taste as sweet as your lips? Shall we see?”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jade Leech - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jade: I see this art museum not only has many art pieces depicting tales from the surface, but also from under the sea.

Jade: I suppose this may mean that just as there are merfolk fascinated by land, those on the surface may have garnered interest in the ocean as well… Oh?

???: These are the two moray eels that served the Sea Witch. And yet, their expressions…

Jade: I believe they look quite kind and gentlemanly. Do you not agree, Riddle-san?

Riddle: …Oh Jade, it's you. Unfortunately, I have to disagree with your opinion there. That's because…

Riddle: In this painting their grins look as though they are plotting something untoward, not unlike how you and Floyd tend to look.

Jade: Oh my, for you to say we resemble the great Sea Witch's subordinates like that… Fufufu, I am honored.

Riddle: That wasn't a compliment. However, it's true that their numerous benevolent acts have been passed down through history.

Riddle: I'm sure I'm only mistakenly seeing them as sinister, but in reality, they are kind moray eels, just as you say.

Jade: Indeed. I'm elated that not only are the tales of the Sea Witch widely known on land, but also that of her eels.

Jade: Back home, there is a very popular folktale in which those moray eels present a challenge to a mermaid who had fallen in love with someone of a different species.

Riddle: Oh that's… Are you talking about the mermaid who made a contract with the Sea Witch in order to be with the human she had fallen in love with?

Jade: That's right. The incident where they flipped the boat that the mermaid and her beloved were sitting in in order to test their love is a particularly popular tale…

Jade: It is said that their bond was strengthened thanks to the quick thinking of those moray eels.

Riddle: If I recall correctly, that mermaid's contract with the Sea Witch was conditioned on blossoming that love from her own efforts…

Jade: That is true. And yet, they continued to monitor her after she made the contract, and even provide generous support… They truly are most benevolent.

Jade: Now, speaking of boats…

Jade: Do you know of a strangely shaped boat, one that is completely different than the small rowing boat in this tale?

Riddle: Strangely shaped?

Jade: Indeed. For example… Think of a boat shaped like a bird that is rowed by pedaling your feet.

Riddle: Ah, you mean the swan boats.

Jade: Yes, that's it. Whenever I would poke my head out of the ocean, I would see many boats that were rowed with oars, and yet…

Jade: I had never seen one quite shaped like that, ever. I was quite shocked the first time I came across one. It is rather unique.

Riddle: If you like unusual boats like that, the Queendom of Roses have some in the shape of flamingos.

Jade: Is that so? I would like to ride one of those one day, as well.

Riddle: …As well? Are you saying that you've ridden on one of those swan boats with Azul, or Floyd…?

Jade: No, I rode alone.

Riddle: EH, YOU RODE ONE OF THOSE BOATS ALONE!?

Jade: Yes. It was too narrow for my legs to sit comfortably on one side, so I had to pedal the boat with one foot on what would normally be each person's pedal.

Jade: That was truly a fickle vehicle to maneuver. I had enough trouble trying to steer in the direction I wanted…

Jade: While I was riding it, that aforementioned anecdote of the boat and the moray eels came to mind.

Jade: I thought to myself… If somehow there was some creature bent on capsizing this boat, it could be quite the ordeal.

Jade: Have you ever ridden a swan boat, Riddle-san?

Riddle: No, can't say I have…

Jade: Well, that is a pity. It is very enjoyable, so I fully encourage you to experience it. We can ride together sometime.

Riddle: How could you possibly believe that I'd agree to do so after all we talked about just now…? I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be some other creature capsizing us, it would be you.

Jade: I would never. And even if we were to encounter trouble and capsize, it would be quite easy for me to swim us to shore. Fufu… Does that not help you feel safer?

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jade: This is a painting depicting the myth of the child of a god who aspired to be a hero alongside his friends.

Jade: It is said that he trained his mind and body in order to become a hero. Perhaps this specifically depicts a scene from one of his training sessions.

Riddle: It seems so. From the look on his face, his training must have been going well.

Jade: I remember back while I was learning self-defense, I was also just as elated as he was in his painting whenever I perfectly executed a specific technique.

Riddle: Oh, so you know self-defense.

Jade: That's right. My father taught me.

Jade: He also taught me how to free myself if tied up and pick locks if I am locked up.

Riddle: EH!? Why would your father teach a child such things…?

Jade: Simply put, my parents are overcautious. After all, they do say "providing is preventing," right?

Jade: In fact, it is because of my self-defense training, that I've been able to avoid many an incident.

Riddle: Incidents in which your self-defense training was useful? That seems somewhat disturbing.

Jade: I wouldn't say that… Back in the ocean, there were a few sharks that had refused to honor their promises.

Jade: As I was entreating them to fulfill their duty, they all decided to bilk their promise altogether.

Riddle: That is absolutely unacceptable. If they have broken their promises, they should pay the price.

Jade: Yes, I thought the exact same. THAT IS WHY I USED MY SELF-DEFENSE SKILLS AND TURNED THE TABLES ON THEM.

Jade: Even though it was the result of their own actions, I couldn't help but feel some semblance of pity for them as they screamed every time I twisted their fins.

Riddle: I'm having a hard time believing this… I fully assumed that that kind of dangerous task would be more Floyd's specialty.

Jade: That was just an unusual case. I am usually reluctant to resort to such tactics.

Jade: When resolving issues, it is best to come to an amicable conclusion via communication, not fists.

Jade: However, that does not mean that there will never be a time in which those self-defense techniques will need to be used on the surface.

Jade: Here on land, it would be impossible to use any technique that requires the use of my tailfin. My human body still lacks the right experience.

Jade: I am hoping to strengthen my skills in order to be as proficient in my self-defense techniques on land in this body as I am in the ocean.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Riddle: This is a painting of the Fairest Queen of All. In the background, we can see her peacock feathered throne.

Jade: Indeed. It looks as if the Queen is majestically spreading her own wings… What spectacular composition.

Jade: Moreover, that box she is holding up so delicately…  It draws my eyes with how vividly crimson it is.

Riddle: Seeing that it has a lock on it, it may be her treasure box.

Jade: A treasure box, hm. I remember I used to stuff as much as I could in a big, beautiful box of my own when I was younger.

Jade: At one point, I had collected so many various accessories that humans had dropped into the ocean, that I wasn't even able to close the lid.

Jade: I would take strolls every day just to search for possible trinkets, at times going to places so far out a round trip would take me a whole day.

Jade: Once in a while, if I came across any coins, I would give them to Azul… Fufu, that brings back memories.

Riddle: When you say accessories, you mean rings, or necklaces, yes? I'm surprised that you were interested in such jewelry.

Jade: I suppose so. I don't often choose to wear accessories as much anymore.

Jade: Although, I do recall collecting a few hundred pieces…

Riddle: A few hundred!? If you had collected that much, then I'm sure there would be some that still suit your tastes now…

Jade: Perhaps. However, I have since disposed of all those accessories I collected back then.

Riddle: Disposed all of them…? Even though you had so fervently collected them?

Jade: Correct. Keeping things that no longer interest you is simply a waste of space, wouldn't you say?

Jade: Ah yes, actually, there was something that caught my attention when I came to the surface, as well.

Jade: It is nothing unusual, and in fact can be found pretty much anywhere on land…

Jade: Once I took note of them, I could really feel the intention behind those that made them, as well as their various designs. It is profoundly fascinating.

Riddle: Hmmm, nothing comes to mind. What is it that caught your attention that much?

Jade: Fufu, well, that would be… manhole lids.

Riddle: Huh, manhole lids!?

Jade: Some lids are designed to show off local specialties or attractions.

Jade: Of course, there are no manholes in the ocean. So my interest was piqued as I was searching up on what use they could possibly serve…

Jade: For a little while, I did find myself collecting a few hundred various merchandise of manhole lids with unusual designs, as well.

Riddle: So, regardless of whether it's accessories, or manholes… I see you get truly invested when you decide you like something.

Jade: Indeed. Once I've taken a liking to something, I seem to be the type that becomes completely absorbed by it.

Jade: However, I will say that those investments don't last too long.

Jade: In fact, my fixation has shifted from manhole lids to mountains already.

Riddle: It's good to find something to be invested in, but remember that a student's duty is his studies. Regulate your time with your hobbies so as to not neglect that.

Riddle: Well then, I will be heading to view paintings of the Queen of Hearts, so, farewell.

Jade: Right, see you later. …Well, now that Riddle-san has left me, I wonder what painting I should look at now… Hm?

Jade: Is this a painting of a shrimp…? No, a crab. How wonderful, he looks so terribly elated.

Jade: It's usually these sorts of folk who would be in need of reprimand for not paying the price after signing their contracts. Fufu…

[gnabnahcsgf]

"Tease" | High school AU

Pairing : Bada Lee x fem!reader

c/w : smuff, fingering, bottom Bada 🤭

a/n : (I love sub Bada sm bro)

You and Bada were sitting in English class, sitting next to each other and silently doing your work. You sat in the right side of her, and you kept seeing her glance over at you and quickly turn away. That was something you loved, seeing how you affected her, even when you both were in school.

You both had a couple more minutes to finish up on your test, but you had finished early. You decided to tease her a little, and your left hand gently came up to Bada's thigh, resting your hand there and stroking it softly. Her face immediately flushed red and she tried to hide it from everybody else. You inched your hand up a little higher, hearing her breathing gain a bit of lace.

"Alright everybody, times up! Swap papers with your partners so we can mark the test please." The teacher said, you and Bada passed your papers to each other to mark it.

After 10 minutes, you had finished. Bada managed to hey full marks on her test, and well.. You got a couple wrong. But you still did well, right? Yea right. As you were packing up your things to head to the cafeteria for lunch, you leaned over to her.

"Good girl." You whispered in Bada's ear. Her shocked expression was priceless as she heard you, and she quietly coughed before packing up her things.

Throughout lunchtime, you and Bada's hands were intertwined underneath the table as you chatted with your friends. Occasionally, you would see Bada look in your direction and smile before she continued talking. Luckily, your friends didn't notice, but well.. It took everything not to do anything inappropriate in those moments..

You teased her all throughout your last lesson, and you both walked back to her house together after school. You held hands as you walked down the path, but she was unusually quiet and barely spoke the entire time. You both went inside her house, and up to her bedroom. Suddenly, you got thrown onto the bed and pounced on by Bada, looking desperate for your touch.

"You have been teasing me all day." She spoke into your ear, unbuttoning your shirt and throwing it onto the floor. She pulled your skirt and tights down, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. You flipped the both of you together, climbing on top of her and undressing her like she did to you.

"Hm, but I bet you liked it, didn't you?" You asked. Bada fell silent, laying below you and staring up at you with her eyes. You unclipped her bra and threw it in the cupboard, and oh boy did your eyes fell onto her perfect body. You could see her cheeks flush red immediately.

"Cat got your tongue?" You teased her, trailing kisses down her neck and gently rubbing her nipples with your fingers. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as you pressed a bit harder, her sensitive body shivering underneath you. Your kisses along her body continued, all the way down to the waistline of her underwear.

"Please.." Bada whimpered as you started to play with the fabric, before you dragged it off her body and she eagerly spread her legs for you. Her body was so perfect, even if she didn't believe it, you knew it was.

You spread her folds, trailing circles around her clit before rubbing over it gently. Quiet moans left her mouth and you smiled, loving when you got to hear the effect your touch had on her body. With your other hand, you prepared two fingers at her entrance, and you looked up at her as if to ask for her permission. Bada slowly nodded and oh god did you stuck your fingers inside of her, pumping them slowly before gaining pace.

Her hands grabbed onto the bedsheets, and she squeezed her eyes shut as you kept going faster and faster. Bada was extremely sensitive, meaning you knew that it wouldn't take very long until she came.

Sure enough, her body started to violently shake and she finished around yogurt fingers. You kept moving inside of her, and a large amount of moans left her lips. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, and her legs started to shake again. You could feel her clenching around your fingers, so you used your free hand to continue rubbing her clit. She whimpered and moaned in pleasure, and you knew it wouldn't take long until she fell over the edge again.

And she did, although this time it was a bit different. You felt something erupt out of her as she reached the edge and you pulled out of her when she had finished. Seeing that she had squirted all over your fingers, you crawled up to her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"I didn't know I could do that." Bada whispered. You kissed her head, running your hands up and down her body to try and calm her down a bit.

"You did amazing sweetheart. Come on, follow me." You held her hand and led her into the bathroom, where you ran her a bubble bath to relax her. You helped her inside, resting her body on yours as she relaxed herself in the water.

When the water ran cold, you helped Bada out of the bath and dried her off, wrapping her in a fluffy towen before changing her into some cozy pajamas.

After you had cleaned up your bed, you held her in your arms, with the lights turned off and the curtains closed. She laid they're peacefully, before dozing off in your arms.

"I love you so much, my sweet girl." You said, your voice above a whisper.

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I hope you enjoyed this fanfic ehe, if you have any more requests or questions, feel free to ask 🫶

[dsudis]

Adaptive Tea Making

For @domaystic Day 5: Learning Something New.

Dream is human now, and determined to learn how to make his beloved a cup of tea. He just has a small difficulty with time to get over.

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Hob looked over at Dream, who was perched on a stool at the kitchen bench with his ever-present notebook open to a fresh page, his phone unlocked beside it, and an actual stopwatch beside that. He had a pencil in his hand, freshly sharpened, and a second pencil also perfectly sharpened set beside the notebook.

Hob had secondhand text anxiety just looking at those pencils. 

"Ready?" Hob asked, though surely it was not possible to be more ready than Dream currently was. 

Dream didn't even meet his gaze, his eyes fixed firmly on Hob's hands. "Ready. Please show me, one more time, how to make a cup of tea the way you like it." 

As Dream spoke he wrote on the pristine notebook page: Hob's tea instructions. His handwriting was crooked and crabbed but legible. 

"So--there's water in the kettle already," Hob said, feeling like possibly he was the one being tested. However he made this cup of tea, Dream would continue making this exact cup of tea for him forever. 

Hob was fine with that. Hob would frankly have been fine with continuing to get wildly undrinkable cups of tea from Dream forever, but Dream was determined to learn this particular human skill correctly, and seemed somehow convinced that this time he was going to crack it. 

Hob flipped the switch. Dream turned on a timer on his phone and then wrote down the first two steps: water in kettle and turn on kettle. He also wrote to one side, Phone timer: total length of process and drew a little line beside it to be filled in with a number later. 

They had learned, after Dream had committed a series of frankly baffling tea mishaps including "hot water with no detectable trace of tea" and "oversteeped to the point of activating an immortal's gag reflex through sheer bitterness" and "boiled the kettle dry" that Dream had no real sense of how time passed. It passed how he wished it to pass, in the Dreaming, and even in the Waking he had always been able to nudge reality a bit to make the flow of time conform to his narrative sense or personal convenience.  

Now that he was divested of those powers and operating a human body, the linear flow of time had so far made absolutely no impression on Dream. Hob had had to point out to him things like "if you wake up and it is still dark, it is still night, and you will probably want to go back to sleep until it's light out" and how often meals should happen.  

It was the tea that had made it clear that even telling Dream times when things should happen was not very helpful to him. He couldn't seem to hold the numbers in his head or make sense of them when he consulted a clock. Hob had simply started giving him other ways of gauging the passage of time, teaching him about the sun's position in the sky at mealtimes and when Hob returned from work, and about the activity of people visible from the windows, and which programs on the telly corresponded reliably to morning, afternoon, and evening. 

Hob had spent long stretches of time--most of his life, really--without access to clocks. People nowadays were obsessed with them, and with precise timing for everything, but Dream wouldn't need to worry about being punctual to a work shift or keeping all sorts of appointments. Hob could help him with where precision was needed, and could teach him to get along where it wasn't. 

Tea, unfortunately, was a matter of some precision. When the kettle let out the first gurgles, Hob grabbed the tea canister. "Plenty of times I just use bag tea, but my insufferably posh lover seems set on spoiling me, so," Hob scooped tea into the strawberry-shaped infuser. "This is what we've got in place of a tea bag. Time-wise, either should work the same." 

Dream faithfully wrote down prepare infuser (or tea bag).

"The timing for the kettle will change a bit. A smaller amount of water boils faster. There's a bit over two cups in right now," Hob pointed to the line on the side, "so it takes a little over two minutes." 

Dream wrote down kettle boils and then waited watchfully until the kettle hit its automatic shutoff and consulted the time. Kettle shuts off, he wrote down, and then 2:38 with a tidy little asterisk beside it.

"Infuser goes in mug," Hob narrated. "Pour the water over it, leave about an inch at the top for milk. And start your stopwatch, because this is the bit I couldn't tell you, because I do it by feel." 

Dream started the stopwatch and scribbled down more notes, drawing a little box for the all-important steeping time to be entered. Hob watched the mug, wondering once again how he did know when it was done steeping. He'd tried more than once to describe it to Dream, but none of his descriptions had been at all helpful--as proven by the various disastrous cups of tea--and had only frustrated both of them. 

He wanted to fill the silence, but Hob didn't dare mess this up for Dream, when he was so determined to get this right. Most of human life had come easily enough to him, once he set himself to adapt to it, but tea had thwarted him. Hob was a little worried that Dream was building this up into some kind of epic battle of wills he had to win to Succeed At Being Human. 

Dream looked up at him expectantly and Hob looked back down at his mug, a little worried that he'd gotten distracted--he'd certainly oversteeped his tea enough times for one reason or another--but no, a sniff and a glance told him it wasn't quite there yet. "Almost," Hob said. "Not really a bad cup of tea if you stop now, but not quite." He drummed his fingers, waiting for-- 

"Ah," Hob said, "Now." He reached for the infuser and lifted it out, and the stopwatch clicked at the exact instant it cleared the top of the mug. Hob set the infuser in the sink and then swirled the cup of tea, giving it another sniff to be sure, but yes, that was a just-right cup of tea. He grabbed the jug of milk and looked to see that Dream was intently watching before he poured in a dollop. 

Dream's eyes narrowed slightly and then he nodded and wrote down a specific liquid volume that Hob was sure was in fact precisely correct--Dream's spatial skills were laser-accurate and slightly unnerving.  

"And a spoonful of sugar, because I'm feeling like it today," Hob said. "I do honey sometimes. Sometimes two spoonfuls of sugar." He stirred in the sugar and sipped. "And that's--" 

Dream clicked the timer on his phone and recorded the time, then picked up the phone and tapped rapidly at it. "Tell me that the water should boil about now," Dream said, and held out the phone like a reporter's microphone. 

"Water should be boiling about now," Hob parroted obediently.  

Dream nodded, tapped at the phone again, and said, "Now tell me the tea is ready."  

When Dream held out the phone, Hob said, "Tea's ready, love." 

Dream was startled into a smile at that addition, and asked, "How is it?" 

"Just right," Hob said. "But if you--" 

Dream shook his head, still smiling, and went back to tapping at things on his phone. "These things are amazing, you know?" Dream said. "I thought I would have to learn magic, but these are like little prosthetic memories. If you work out all the steps, you can make it do all these things for you. Well, not for you, you don't need it. For me." 

"I mean, I'd be lost without my calendar and things," Hob said. He'd never thought of technology to solve Dream's difficulty with time. He'd thought it was just more clocks all the way down, there. 

"Watch," Dream said, and then, to his phone, "Computer, making a cup of tea." 

"Acknowledged," his phone replied, because Dream had watched possibly too many sci-fi movies with Hob at what had turned out to be a formative time in his life. "When there is water in the kettle, turn the kettle on." 

Dream mimed flipping the switch on the kettle. 

Nothing happened, since Dream was still a good yard away from the kettle. Reminded, Hob ran some more water into it and put it back. He was sipping his tea again and nearly choked on it when his own voice came from Dream's phone. "Water should be boiling about now." 

"Computer, wait," Dream said, and the phone was back to its Computer voice when it said, "Acknowledged." 

"In case there is more water in the kettle," Dream said. "If there is less, I will be able to tell it to skip ahead when the water boils." 

"Computer, resume," Dream added to the phone. 

"Prepare the infuser, then pour boiling water over it." 

Dream mimed dropping the infuser into the mug, then pouring the water. "Computer, steeping." 

"Steeping," the computer said, sounding slightly stilted like it had had to assemble that word from individual sounds instead of having it pre-recorded.  

"I'll be able to use this for anything to do with timing," Dream said, scratching down more notes in his notebook. "I just have to set the intervals and key phrases, and optionally recordings for specific announcements, and then I will be able to do things that need timing. As long as I have my phone. Possibly I should get one of those watches." 

"That's no trouble, then," Hob said, pulling out his own phone to order a watch to sync with Dream's phone. "And you know I'm always happy to be your speaking clock, love."  

Dream came around the bench and kissed him, curling a hand around Hob's on his mug. "I shall feed you your lines when I need them," Dream said, and somehow it was desperately romantic and made Hob so proud he could cry, knowing Dream knew that Hob would always be glad to help him do things in his own way. 

He opened his mouth to try to say it, his heart almost too full for words, and was cut off by his own voice from Dream's phone. "Tea's ready, love." 

[Now on Ao3!]

[suckondescoconuts]

Can I request genya shinazugawa x hantengu brothers younger sister reader(older then Zohakuten though) nsfw Everyone knows how genya isn't the best at math so reader (his gf) tutors him and teases him everytime he gets a question wrong till genya can't take it anymore and they have sex while no one is home.

Omg yesssss, I never thought of this idea before, I’ll DEFINITELY do this lol

✨Thank you for the request✨

Gᴇɴʏᴀ X Hᴀɴᴛᴇɴɢᴜ Sɪsᴛᴇʀ✧

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐

"Hey Y/n, do you think you can tutor me today, for math of course, my grades are really bad and my brother keeps bothering me about it."

"Sure, you need it anyway, meet me after school, my brothers won't be home until 10:30 pm."

"Ok, see you then and thank you."

"No problem."

When school ended you walked out of the front door and saw Genya waiting for you. You ran up to him and made your announcement.

"Genya, you ready."

"Yeah."

"Ok, let's go."

Y'all walked to your house and walked inside seeing only Karaku there getting ready for his soccer practice.

"I thought you wouldn't be home?"

"Well, I forgot my shoes at home so I had to quickly get them, so~, you didn't tell me that you brought someone over~"

"Oh yeah, you know Genya, he needs to be tutored cause you know how bad he is at math."

"Hey, I'm standing here!"

You and Karaku chuckled at his outburst and kept going at y'alls conversation.

"Anyway, don't stay up late and don't do anything naughty while I'm away." He put out, smirking more then before.

"Karaku!, just get out before your late."

He giggled more and left out the door.

You huffed in embarrassment and went upstairs with Genya following behind you, blushing wildly at Karaku comment.

"Sorry about him, here."

Then you open your door to your room and walked in, letting Genya in and shutting the door closed.

"So what part of the math do you not understand so we can just pin point what's messing you up."

"Oh, umm, the, um, the graphing and the point-slope form." He said placing the math homework on your desk.

"Ok, that's pretty easy, here, let's do this one, number 2. Write the equation of the line with slope -1 that passes through the point (1, 3) and graph the equation."

Genya then put the point-slope form down, y — y1 = m (x — x1), but he had to fill it in which he didn't know how to and so he out the 3 in the x1, the 1 in m, and the -1 in y1.

"Genya, hahaha, that's so wrong, here, put the 3 in for the y1, the -1 in m, and the 1 in for x1. Then do the slope."

He did what you said, until he mess up the slope, he put the 1/-1 when it should've be -1/1.

"Omg, your really bad at this, flip the 1/-1, it should be -1/1."

He was getting frustrated and embarrassed, why don't you do it if you know everything, but since this is his homework and they have a test coming up he has to do it, he doesn't want to disappoint his brother for failing math on the second semester, so he followed her direction.

"Now graph it, start from (1, 3) and the go down one , right one."

He thought he did what you just said, but he went down one, left one.

"HAHAHA, you got to be joking me, your so wrong for that." You roared out laughing at his mistake.

Then Genya stood up and grabbed you by your waist, making you stand right in front of him.

"Geny-" "Shut up." Then he kissed you right on your lips roughly, still being frustrated at your little teasing. You pulled away from him and turned yourself around, leaning over onto the desk and planted your hand on it for balance.

"Why don't we have a little break and let your frustration out onto something." You suggested while looking at him from over your shoulder and shaking your hips side to side. He took that suggestion and took off his pants then yours, he brought his hands out a laid one of them on your hips and the other onto your panties where the wet spot was at, he rubbed into it and smiled.

"Were you planning this the whole time?"

"Maybe~"

He smiled lovingly and pulled your panties off of you, seeing your wet, glistening pussy. He was in awe, but got out of that state and took off his underwear, having his penis in view. He grabbed onto it and brought it your vagina and pushed it inside.

"Shit, your so thick, god damn, mmm~"

"I t-think, your just so tight~"

You made a awe face expression still looking over shoulder while Genya leaned forward, resting his head on yours. He then started to thrust into you slowly at first then at a quicker pace. You were in heaven, just like one of Bruno Mars song. It just felt so good, you couldn't think straight while he kept ramming into you from behind with his hands onto your hips.

press here for the Twitter like——> 𐦐𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𐦐

Then warmth flowed inside of you, giving you the sign that he came already, but without falter he kept going, trying to make you come as well.

"Cum for me, please, cum for me."

"Oh fuck-k~"

You came all over his cock, your nectar dripped down onto his balls making them wet as the rest of him.

"Huh, that was good~" You exclaimed in exhaustion.

"We should get dressed and back to the lecture."

"Y-yeah, thank you, I needed that."

"Ye-"

"WE'RE HOME!"

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓨𝓔

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Subtlety is Key

Fandom: The Rookie

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Tim Bradford x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,171

Request: Hey ^^ I read your latest Tim Bradford story and it was amazing! So I was wondering, if you could write another one. YN has a crush on Tim and he noticed it a while ago. After some time he likes her back and begins to slightly flirt with her. At first she doesn’t notice it and moves on like normally, until Tim invited her for dinner. :)

@emii-chuu

It was frustrating, getting embarrassed and flustered in front of Tim, you were a police officer for god's sake, but you couldn't help it. It was, well, Tim.

If you knew that he'd actually noticed, you'd probably have handed in your notice on the spot, but to Tim's credit, he brushed it off. You never said anything, and although your interactions were a little awkward when it was just the two of you, you were both professionals, and good friends, and he told himself that mixing work and romance was a line he'd never cross.

Recently, though, he'd started to notice himself... noticing you more. You were easy to talk to and easy to be around, and he half consciously, half unconsciously let himself start to cross that line, his self-control slipping, and tested the waters with a bit of harmless flirting.

You hadn't reacted yet. At least, no more than usual. And after a couple of weeks, he started to think you'd move past your feelings for him afterall.

As for you, you told yourself he was just being nice. Very nice, oddly nice, but still, nice.

Lucy and Angela, however, had a little more to say about it than that.

"Seriously Y/N, he's been flirting with you for weeks!" Lucy insisted, exasperated at the circles the conversation was going in, but amused all the same.

Lucy was leaning against Angela's desk ad the detective sat in her chair after a day of supporting her with a case. They'd been on you about this all day.

"No he hasn't, he's just being nice," the countered like a broken record, convincing yourself less and less each time.

Even so, you don't want to read into something that isn't there and make things awkward between you and Tim, so you'll assume he's just being nice until he tells you otherwise directly.

"Tim?" Lucy looked from you to Angela with a raised brow and a smirk, then back to you, "just being nice? Have you met him?"

"She has a point," Angela told you and you laughed, stepping to the side to let a couple of officers pass, the day coming to an end.

"Guys come on, there's nothing there for him," you told them both, lowering your voice a little. The office might be emptying, but people could still overhear.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Angela said pointedly.

"Yeah Y/N, trust me, I've been riding with him for a while now, so when I tell you he likes you, I mean he really likes you," Lucy added for emphasis, the women finishing each other's thoughts in a way that told they'd had this conversation behind your back too

You shook your head and laughed, checking your watch; "well as much as I'm enjoying this conversation - or, intervention - it's high time I got going home."

"Uh huh, you're avoiding this," Lucy accused, pushing herself up from the desk to grab her bag from the floor.

"Of course I am," you replied with a curt nod, turning on your heels with a wave to exit the building, and the conversion.

"You shouldn't!" Angela called as you walked away, both women laughing from behind you and you couldn't help but chuckle about it yourself. They were relentless.

You were still thinking about the conversation as you made your way to the parking lot, your mind a million miles away.

"Y/N," your name from behind made you jump as a hand touched your shoulder. Whirling around you were a split second from flipping the person who had caught you off guard to the ground, when you registered who it was.

"You know sneaking up, on a cop trained in hand to hand isn't very smart," you pointed out to Tim who held up his hands and took a step back, grinning.

"Sorry, I did say your name," he told you and you both laughed.

"Oh oops, I must have been miles away," you apologised, your heart still pounding as you tried to play it off casually.

You tried to keep eye contact as he returned your gaze but you had to glance away, your thoughts going back to what Angela and Lucy had said. Damn it.

"Heading home?" He asked, hands going in and out of his pockets like he didn't know what to do with them. If you didn't know better, you'd say he seemed nervous.

"Yeah I'm starving," you told him, eyes tracking to his hands. He noticed and kept them firmly at his sides.

He took a pause and then said quickly; "you maybe want to grab dinner?"

"With- with you?" The question caught you off guard and you had to check if you'd heard correctly.

"Yeah I mean, no pressure I just thought I'd ask, if not-" he self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.

Tim Bradford? Asking you out? Was this actually happening?

"No, I mean yes, I mean-" This was not happening the way you imagined it in your head.

"I know what you mean, I think" he smiled with relief and pause, adding after a thought: "I do mean dinner like a date by the way."

The clarification made you laugh. "I just, didn't expect you to want to ask me out," you admitted.

Tim met your eyes with fondness, and a little bit of nervousness as he stumbled through what he said next. "Look I, well I'm not entirely... blind? I did notice you might have had a thing for me-" Heat rushed to your face and your eyes went wide, oh god. "-and Lucy then got it in my head, of course, but we work together and I figured it was better just to move on, but recently, that's been a little difficult. I thought I'd, well, test the waters by flirting with you to see if you were still interested or if I'd missed my shot, but you didn't seem to notice I was doing that,"

"I- er- no I just-" you laughed and shook your head, face still warm. "Let me start over; I might have liked you for a bit, but you didn't seem to feel the same way so I never said anything, then I just assumed you were being nice, which again, Lucy tried to convince me otherwise."

"She really is a meddler isn't she," Tim said, though his tone suggested he didn't mind.

"Yes she is." You were definitely going to give her a hard time for this tomorrow.

"Look it really is no pressure on the dinner, if those feelings have passed," Tim's tone was serious, giving you an out without making things awkward, not that you needed it.

"No, I'd... like to go to dinner with you," you answered, still not quite believing this was happening.

"Yeah?" He checked.

"Yeah." You confirmed.

"Good," he nodded, unable to stop himself from smiling as you left together, and you found yourself doing the same.

Okay, so maybe he'd had feelings for you after all.

[positively-mine]

Study buddy Lucifer

You fail one of your classes, and Lucifer is set on making sure you pass with flying colours for the next one

A/n: Since I got my exam results back and saw how horrendous they were. A comfort fic for all fellow students (･･;) Also, very sorry for the sudden hiatus. I'll explain what the delay was later. Still hope you enjoyed this!

Ok yeah you flunked that exam. But are you really the one at fault here? Despite all your time being in the Devildom, how were you supposed to know the anatomy of demons?

Sure you lived with 7 of them but you don’t spend your time asking about their internal structure and whatnot. That would be weird.

However, even with your very understandable excuse, Lucifer did not seem to buy it.

“As the representative of the human wold, I have high expectations of you ___.”

You watch Lucifer tending to his never seemingly ending pile of documents from your spot on the table opposite of him.

He had called you to his office when he caught wind of how terribly you did for the test. Giving you a long lecture about who knows what. Honestly, you were tired and it did nothing to help with the fact that Lucifer was pacing back and forth.

“Your not even listening now are you?”

You snap out of your stupor to look up at him. He was already giving you one of his frowning looks. Though no weight behind them. If any of his brothers were here now, they would be able to see the fondness that he held in his eyes. All of it just for you.

Who knows? Maybe he had an alternative reason for making you come to his office.

“Sigh. Maybe it’s time for a break.”

That, coming from Lucifer said a lot.

“I can’t help it that I don’t know much about demons," you say lazily.

"And that's why I'll be tutoring you from now on. At least until you can pass that is."

And that was exactly how your weeks went by. Until the next exam was around the corner.

At first, you would spend one or two days tucked away in his office. Studying beside him while he did his work. But with exams around the corner, you were practically holed up in his room everyday.

Like clockwork, as soon as you got home from school you would wash up and scurry to his office. Lest you want to receive one of his lectures.

One question however was giving you a very difficult time.

Not really sure what to write, you wrote the first thing that came to mind.

"That," Lucifer said, "is definitely not the right answer."

He gets up from his seat opposite of you and heads over to stand behind your chair. His figure looming over your body.

"A demon's wingspan varies based on what type of demon they are, so..." He flips to one of the pages of your textbook in front of you. His front pressing flushed against your back. "It should be..."

His words lost to your relaxing form. You couldn't help but feel relaxed with his warmth enveloping your figure. His words lulling you to sleep.

Lucifer glances down towards your resting figure. A small smile spreading across his features.

Now that he thinks about it, he has been coming down hard on you lately. A little break for you wouldn't do any harm.

He reaches his arm over the chair to carry you bridal style to his bed. Careful not to make any jerky movements.

Gently placing you onto the bed, he tucks you into his sheets. His eyes catches a glimpse of the digital clock at his bedside. The clock displaying the time 12.48pm.

He supposes a break for himself wouldn't do much harm either.

He heads over to the other side of the bed that isn't occupied by you and pulls you closer to him. You shift slightly but show no sign of waking up.

Gently placing a kiss on your head, he mumbled a small goodnight to you to. The waves of drowsiness pulling him to sleep.

[dairy-farmer]

You know the Troupe "trapped in your heart's desire"? The Bats totally can recognize THAT on sight. Have protocol and everything. Bet there's No WAY they'd get caught.

Or IS there~? >:3c

Hatters caught some Supernatural Being, in a long abandoned Manor, in the outskirts of Gotham. It's an Alice in wonderland fever dream. Complete nightmare of a family team up. People sent through walls, weird mists and mysterious goos. Nothing good can come of this.

But they got people to save.

Save them, they do.

The Being is so Grateful~☆. Tim is outside talking to the cops. Warning them of the hazards they found. The Being? Couldn't HELP? But noootice~♡? That their Heros look so very TIRED! So TENSE and UPSET! Heeeere *covers them with something glowing before they can react* that should fix iiiit~♡ ;) ! *poofs away*

They are understandablely alarmed.

God damn it, Magic. Yes, the very concept of it and all the creatures there-in. Get out of their city. They head home. Decontamination showers for DAYS. Everybody gonna get one. Better call Zatana.

Thing is? That shower sure is warm, huh? Those clean clothes sure are COMFY, huh? They don't notice they are drifting off. Getting sleepy. Except Tim.

He notices.

Oh shit. The fall asleep. OH SHIT. Bruce was TYPING. Mid fuckin sentence! PANIC! They turn into gemstones. WHAT MAGICAL FUCKERY-!?

It's about to be a long, loooong few days for JLA Dark. Tim did NOT go on a one man crusade across the planet just to lose his whole ass family to SOME ACTUAL FAIRY'S BULLSHIT. D:<

But this is not ABOUT his side of the story! Is it?

Let's start with Bruce. The sleepy feeling passes. Of course. He has excellent self-discipline. His kids wander upstairs, after patrol exhaustion pulling them away. All... all except Tim.

Who is worried.

Who paces behind him, making calls. Checking databases. Running tests. Exhaustion pulling at every line of him. But not willing to risk it. Bruce hates that he finds such... closeness in this. In the chaos of things gone wrong.

It's like how they were back then. Just another crisis to solve.

The results come in.

He does not let himself be disappointed. This is a GOOD thing. A simple trick. Just a light show. They're fine. Which means...

But behind him? Tim doesn't leave as expected. He mutters in relief, sags in exhaustion, and wanders closer.

Bruce glances up. Perhaps it the exhaustion. He wishes it wasn't. That he hadn't made such a mess of things. That there wasn't such DISTANCE. But... he'll take what chance he can. Anything to mend some of the damage between them.

And Tim DOES look exhausted. Like he's barely standing. It's far worse then when he last saw him a few days ago. Should he say something? Is it overstepping? There was a time when it wouldn't have been.

Tim leans over his shoulder, braced on his chair, to get a better look at the results. Or at least.. he pretends too. His eyes aren't tracking. They stare blankly at the screen as he seems to consider something.

He takes the mouse. To all appearances, casual, as he flips through Bruce's scan report.

Looking for something.

He slumps closer, when he doesn't find it. His hand "accidentally" running over the anti-krptonian sound generator, turning it on. Half drapped across Bruces back, mouth next to his ear.

"You're The Only One I Can Trust..."

We turn now, to Dick. What fantasy does HIS heart hold?

They are tired. Bruce, testing and testing. Being unreasonable. He calls several of his magical contacts from his time at the Titans. It's a genuine, no joke, blessing he's told. "Clarity" he's told in far more words then necessary.

Jason has already stormed off. Damian is starting to snipe. And Tim? Looks ready to cry. At the end of his rope. Frazzled and afraid, certain someone's gonna die. Unable to find anything no matter how many tests he runs because there nothing TO find.

This time... this time Dick can do better. He breaks it up. Sends Damian to bed and tells Bruce he can run whatever tests he damn well wants. Dick already called the experts. They're FINE.

He makes sure to look Tim direct in the eyes when he says the next bit. They're gonna be okay.

He pulls his little brother into a hug. Like he should have done a long time ago. Timmy MELTS against him. Clings like he's a lifeline. He drags him off to bed. His room, since Tim doesn't seem like he wants to let go any time soon.

And Tim? In the dark of his room? Whispers like he's at some sort of confessional.

"I can't do it anymore, Dick. I just CANT. I think... I think I'm going to retire..."

Of course, not every situation flows so seemingly seamless. Jason? Suspects.

He argues with himself, torn between wanting to believe and the paranoia born of being a Bat. Of nice things holding terrible prices. Watches little Red gesture with his slice of pizza, as he rants, about Dickhead being exactly what his name suggests and the family following suit.

Timbers, in his safe house? With pizza and that fancy new drink, that he hasn't told anyone he likes yet? In tight, tight jeans. Agreeing with him. Sitting all close, leaning into him when he talks. Asking about his projects.

It feels like a trap. Too good to be real. He should probably-..!

And that's when Tim kisses him. Just crawls straight into his lap, tasting like pizza and wet dreams, and plants one on him. His brain cuts out.

It starts MELTING, when the body in his lap starts to grind. Rocking perfect, strong, little hips against his cock. Timberts won't be getting his jeans back. They got in the way and take to long to remove. If he doesn't get half his hand inside the tight little body onto of him YESTERDAY, he's gonna cry.

It's his new mission in life to make this fucker forget his own NAME. Fuck him stupid. Turn the safe house into a biohazard. God he tastes so good...

And Damian, of course, suspects nothing. His dick is driving the show and he WANTS to believe. Which is why Timothy Drake, sudden and inexplicable Sexy Supervillian in tight black leather. Makes PERFECT sense.

They are Nemesis.

There are elaborate sexy bondage-esc traps. And tables being turned. Individuals being forced to kneel at each other's feet. Handcuffs. Bitter but DEEPLY sexy acknowledgements of Damian's skill and superiority. Costume changes in other equally sexy and leather outfits.

The fact that his father and Richard are no where to be found? And that he is somehow Batman? Clearly irrelevant. He has a Supervillian to stop! Likely with his dick!

Puberty is a hell of a trip. Damian will never admit to any of this. This incident goes with him to his grave.

But surely? It's not ALL sex? Right? Bruce wasnt-? INCORRECT. We tune BACK into Bruce's sordid "Armageddon" fantasy! To a bunker!

Outside? The world is ending. Bruce and Tim, our Heroic Survivors, hold each other close. They have never been closer. Lines have long ago blurred. Morals shifted. Bruce can... let go.

No longer hold himself to the codes that he spent so long strangling himself with. Blaming himself under. He runs his hands across familiar flesh and it is not familial. He can at last be soft. Decadent.

Fill his boy until there's no more room for anything else, and bring him nothing but pleasure as hell rages beyond the bunker walls. Kiss and be sweet, be honest. Because it's all over.

Bruce's is trapped in a fuck bunker. He's not going anywhere. And Dick?

Well Timmy retired. It was a shit storm. So big a shit storm, Tim moved to Bludhaven. In with Dick.

Finally finished schooling. Started College. Started learning to cook. Finally slept more. Was healthy. Happy.

Wanted to cuddle. Cuddles lead to feelings. Lead to kisses. Lead to a better apartment and a nicer, bigger bed.

Lead to Dick fucking his little brother incoherent to christen the new place. They're like newlyweds. Fucking like rabbits. After patrol quickies, good morning oral, mid day "god you look sexy in my sweater"s. The domestic bliss he could never achieve.

Could they get out? Yes. If they FOUGHT it. But they don't. And outside Tim runs himself ragged. Nearly losses ANOTHER organ. Holds the Summer King at knife point. Gives Constantine alcohol poisoning.

But he does it. He gets his family back. And THIS time? Is finally, FINALLY rewarded with hugs.

He saved the day! He did it! He... may pass out. Ignore the bleeding. But its? The WEIRDEST thing? His family is finally affectionate, which is awesome, but??? He feels like he's missing something? Eh. He'll figure it out in the morning?

Oh? Cuddle pile? Hell yeah he'd love too!

tim in the real world running himself ragged while the rest of his family are indulging in their wetdreams and fantasies of being able to fuck tim without consequences 😭😭😭!!!!!!!

[tparker48]

It was test week as Perez rushed to study for his exam, flipping through his small notes as he looked for information to grab. He flipped to the slides, speed reading through the contents as best he could, but his brain couldn't handle the length of the reading. It fried before he got to the end of the first page, pacing around the room anything that'll dismay him. That is, until Todd came into the room.

"You're freaking out bud" Todd said, closing the front door as he approached his friend.

"Freaking out? I'm off the walls! How am I gonna get this test done! I haven't studied a thing! Oh my Linebacking days are numbered."

Perez crashed upon the couch, his Thighs separating the cushions to make room for himself. He passed gas, its stench simmering through the cushions to the clear air above. Todd knew this stage of all too well, it's his coping mechanism. He grabbed a folder from the table, fanning against the stench as he guided himself to his best friend. He hated seeing him like this, the big guy really needed a breather. He transformed himself into a thin lining of tissue, carrying himself along the wing of the cool wind as he landed along his lap.

"Hanky?" Todd asked.

Among his wallowing, Perez gazed at him, picking up the corner of the tissue as he blew into it. tossing the used tissue along the pillow next to him. "Thanks.."

Todd nodded, forming back to his human form as he sat along the couch. His shirt coated with green snot, its murky stream climbing to his lap and soaking into his pants. He took off his shirt and tossed it away, turning back to Perez as he placed a palm at his shoulder. "You don't need those notes anyway, you've got me to help you out."

"The last I checked, you can't count worth for shit."

"Hey, I've got my merits. But who needs counting when you've got a transforming best friend? I can be a calculator, your shirt, even your pencil if need be. I can whisper you the notes and-" Perez clamped his fingers at Todd's lips.

"No, It has to be me who does it." He said, letting go of Todd as he slumped into the couch. Bubbles stirred through his gut like a boiler, fluttering out from his rear as it steamed into the cushions of the couch.

He's stubborn that's for sure, Todd thought, but he wasn't going to give up on his best pal so easily. There had to be some way for him to help out without him finding out. He placed a hand at his cheek, listening to the Rugby linebacker as his farts cracked beneath. Watching him fart into the couch, an idea sparked, smiling as he leaned into the side of Perez's gut.

"You know something, you're right, It does have to be you that does it. I can't do that for you."

"Glad you see it that way bud." Perez said.

"Mhm. But I can't just let ya mope about it this, it wouldn't be productive. Tell ya what, how's about you treat yourself to a best friend mat?"

Perez chuckled, turning toward Todd. "That again? didn't your nose learn the last time?"

"My nose is as resilient as my spirit." Todd winked "besides, you we both know you can't resist when I stick my face up there."

"Heh, I suppose so." Perez said. "Why not, I can't exactly think straight like this."

The cushion lifted from his thighs like a new landscape, standing to his full height as he pulled the fold bitten down by his ass crack. His rump jiggled in place to get a hold around its adjustment, Perez looking down Todd to signal he was ready. He didn't have to tell him twice, for as long as he could remember he always enjoyed his farts. But he never would admit it to him when it came down to it. He crack his finger shrinking to the couch as he formed himself into a cushion, a butt print sumk in the middle as it awaited for its fill.

The corner of the cushion tapped at the leathery couch as he aligned himself parallel to the giant backside, horizon of the crack hidden away by thin lining a white shorts. The legs began to bend over the couch. The large shadow casting over Todd as he gazed through the dented sockets. The mounds crashed upon him with a heavy thud, the air cushion within him compressed as it escaped beneath the giant weight.

Perez leaned overhead, catching the slim corner of the blue cushion. "You know can always tell me if its too heavy."

"And miss out on the holding your ass, no way." Todd replied.

Perez chuckled at the response, leaning back into the couch. His body relaxed, bubbles flowing from inside as it raced through his bowels to the end of his anus. With a squeeze, the rear blasted it gas upon Todd. Its fume was hot, tainting the clean air from the cushions pores as the weight increased harder. The smell of sulfur was nothing more than a welcoming, at least that's what Todd thought. He rubbed dented lining against the mouds, massaging the slim fabric to get a feel of the advancing backside.

Another blast came out, his through the shorts like a whisper as flowed over Todd like a cloud. But it dispersed as quickly as he came, a lifted leg releasing its bonds as it washed into the cool air. Minutes soon go by as Todd was fumed by Perez's farts, now no more flat than the cushion he sat on as he sunk into the gaps of the cushion. With the clock in the room began to ring, it came to an end as Perez yawned, getting up as he stretched his back.

"Now Look what you did, it's midnight." Perez said, fetching the pancaked cushion from the gaps of the couch.

"What can I say, you lose track of time when you're having fun am I right?"

Perez snorted, flicking playfully at the center of the cushion as Todd flinched. "Yeah well now I have to study in the morning."

"You'll be fine, I'll even wake you up." Todd said.

"Nah, you're a heavy sleeper as I am, I'm setting my alarm clocks, I have to be up extra early."

"Suit yourself." Todd Yawned. "I'm gonna hit the hay, I'll see you tomorrow."

Perez nodded, turning into his bed room as he closed the door. Todd walked around the corner, leaning an ear against the doorway to hear the 8nside. Soft steps wisped along the floor, scrunching as springs creaked behind. When he say the light leave his toes, he smiled as he approached his room, looking to the mirror that hanged on the wall.

"He's right, I might be able to help him with his test. However.." He paused, clapping his face between his palms. He rubbed over his cheeks like clay, pinching at a corner and squishing it into more folds. He removed his hands, looking in the mirror as his face disappeared, replaced by his best friend's. "The rules don't apply if he takes it himself right? Hehehe, you go ahead and sleep buddy, and your Todd will handle the rest.

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That morning, Todd ventured to Perez's class as he made his way to the exam. He couldn't remember what Perez was studying for. Math, Geology, he couldn't put his finger on it. But as he sat in his chair, and the tests were handed out, his face flushed as he gazed at the stacks of paper. Chemistry. Sweat dripped from the corner of his face, wiping his shirt as he reached for the pen. It's probably fine, Todd thought, it's probably gonna be a few definitions is all. He flipped open the page, and paused as he read the text. Clutter of numbers stacked against pictographs and charts, bubbles selected in a row with potential answers. Looking to the heavens, he prayed as he took the pencil, circling the bubbles as he followed down the page.

That hour was like a detective case, unmarked clued lingering among the answers to the questions presented. Only he didn't have the key, jotting mindlessly at the bubbles like a machine. If it wasn't C, it was D he always mottoed, jotting to the next pages as he answered them. When he finished the last bubble, he handed the paper in and left in a hurry, dashing corridors like ghost.

An hour went by since the test, deciding to grab a bite from the diner before he returned back to the dorm. There was no class today after all, why let it waste on a test when there's a ge at home to play. He entered the dorm, Perez's friends waiting for him as they pulled the handle.

"Yo! You're back already, that test must have been quick."

Perez left? For how long? "Uh, yeah. The test was pretty great. Lots of numbers am I right."

"You're telling me, the chemical section was a nightmare. Say, you on for the ge later."

"Maybe, but first I gotta get changed, can't practice on an jeans you know." Todd padded at one of the friends shoulders, making his way into his room as he closed the door. The sond the door clicked, he melted back into himself, shedding the burly clothes he burrowed as they slumped to the floor. "Finally I can breathe."

He stretched as he eyed the gaming comtroller alomg the table, his fingers itching to tap at its buttons. But his phone started to ring, aggressively as nearly tbled off the edge. Todd picked it up, looking to the screen as he gazed at the notifications. One of the notification stuckout, Perez's contact displaying itself at the bottom of the bar.

"You're fucked." It read in caps, missed calls filling the inbox as more came.

Todd began to sweat, placing his phone in his pocket. "You know, I think I'm gonna go on a walk today."

He opened his room door, stepping into the hallway as he sneaked into the kitchen. The moment he touched the knob, the door tackled Todd as he was swatted to the ground, clinging to the kitchen chairs as he slumped to the floor. A large mass stepped through the door, a backpack on their shoulder as they glared down at Todd.

"There you are!" Perez said.

"Oh shit."

Perez lashed his hand toward him, meeting the cold floor as Todd turned into a paper bird. He flapped through the hallways like a drunk pelican, A thicker silhouette following behind as palms clicked at the air.

"Will you chill out!" Todd said, arching his back as the stubby fingers glossed at his back.

"Chill out?! You messed with my exam! I said not to help me!"

"It was a quick stop by, nothing aside from THAT!" An hand stuck to his back,flinging him to the side of the hallway as he shifted to his human.

Todd pushed off as a heavy crash boomed behind him. He ran for his room ahead, but jerked as something soft struck his back, tripping him as he fell to the floor. "A bean bag? Where did he get a bean bag?"

A shadow casts overhead, Perez jumping through the air like a whale. "Bring that ass!"

"No thanks!" Todd threw the bean bag back, colliding against their torso as they rolled into a wall.

He turned himself into a snake, coiling himself against the meat forearm. He used his tail like a paddle, swatted the growling student as he flailed his fists in confusion. Todd looked to the closed doors surrounding him, eying his room that was half open. It's a straight shot from here, but he wasn't sure if he could make it from this position. He wheesed as a fist wrapped around him, to the far wall as he transformed back.

Perez growled, throwing the bean back as it shot through the corridor like a missle. Getting to his feet, his eyes locked on him as he reached for Todd.

"Shit!" He yelped, jumping through his legs. He stammered toward his door, Heavy steps behind him as the bass from their stomps boomed at his back.

He reached the door and slammed it shut, locking it before a thud sent him back. Bang after bang, he watched as the door rattled, the hinges breaking from the wall as the frame began to wobble.

"Think think think!" Todd paced around the room, looking for a place to hide himself. He looked to the pile of clothes cluttering his ankles, underwear slipping from his feet as he kicked it away. Wait, that was it, underwear.

He held the door as he forced himself to take slow breath, a glimpse of a pair of boxers flowing through his mind as a numbness took over. He closed his eyes, Shrinking in size as he felt himself expand, his skin turning to wool as he looked at his reflection in the glass. A side of his face was pulled by gravity as he slouched into view. A pair of underwear was all that filled the reflection, his own eye staring back at the fabric. "Perfect."

The door swung open, the wooden frame fallling over as a mass of an athlete stepped inside. A foot pinned Todd to the carpet, flattening him like a compressor as toes scrunched at his back. "Come on out you coward, face the music like a man." Perez said.

Todd's lips refused to move, pinned down by the thick soles. Not that he wanted to anyway, he was already pissed off as it was. The foot lifted from him, the student approached the mattress as he threw the cover from its surface. Turning to the closet as he yanked the door open. He seemed far enough for him to get a move on, he thought. He'd best get out of sight while he could. He moved across the floor like a caterpillar, inching himself to the side of the table as he aimed for the dresser.

Perez roared behind him, shaking Todd to his core as he fell limp.

"Where are you hiding?!" Perezsaid, throwing the clothes to the ground. He groaned as he retreated back to the door. "Fine then, be a bitch. You'll have to come out eventually."

He eyed the room, scanning the pile of books and posters along the wall. He looked floor as disks scattered around, a pair of underwear restimg near the drawer. He stopped over to it, grabbing the fabric as Todd nearly yelped.

"These look custom made, think I'll keep them as part of your apology."

Crumpled in his palm, Todd looked up the burly hand, the other other unzipping the pants that choked at his waist. His cock punched through their boxers, a drizzled spot crowning the front as it soaked into it. He took them off, tossing the dirty undergarments to his pillow before he was placed to the ground, feet stepping into as the hands pulled up.

Todd felt like he was being pulled apart, his face folding over the player's backside. It was warm, the plump mounds jiggling in attempts to shake him off. It wasn't so bad though, it cushioned the discomfort away from his face, but it didn't prepare for the trunk Perez had in the front. The sound of fabric stretching filled his ears, an oblong object bulldozing its way into his hole as it pushed out.

"These things are actually pretty comfy." Perez said.

From his squinted eyes, Todd watched the world rotate as his mattress came to view, zooming out to his frame as he moved through the hall. The earthy scent behind him flowed, wisping through his nostrils to the open air. His gaze twisted around the walls, the mounds grinding his eyes into different directions.

"All that running has made me hungry. Damn you Todd, now I have to dig into my stash."

"What stash?" Todd looked to the corner of the mounds as they rolled against him like a tide.

The space grew lighter as he entered the room, the carpet changing to a tiled floor as chairs scattered around. His gaze forced to the air, the fridge opening as Perez hummed to himself.

"There's nothing but dairy in here, this underwear won't be the same. But I guess that's Todd's problem." Perez said. Cups cluttered together, Perez moving as Todd's gaze turned to the opened fridge. Cheese, Milk, and yogurt dressed the door, closing as he entered the living room. A couch aligned in front of him, the back of the student's thick legs bending down as his vision turned to black.

Cups opened above, the weight from mounds sinking into the couch as Todd. Perez chowed down, their mouth sloppishly groaning as he wolfed down the pile of dairy. This situation wasn't new, Todd thought, of their daily sitting this one was no different. Perez can't stay mad forever, and it was only a matter of time before he got bored of wearing him. Yes, then he'll transform and he'll be clear. It was perfect.

Gurgl! A sound boomed from above, the mounds bulging as something bubbly made its way down. A trumpet sound erupted, the frowsty muscle flexing at his back as warmth shrouded over him like a smaug. It burned his nose, a sour scent invading him as he scrunched his face. This smell was different compared to his normal sessions, did he hold back on his farts? Todd thought. A single adjustment from Perez flattened him back, drawing him into the line of fire as the center of his face was bombarded by fart balsts.

"Here we go again, I barely started eating. But I'll be damned If I stop now." Perez said.

The mounds dragged against his face, unsure of where he was forced to look as he twisted around the darkness. A bright glow met his gaze as Perez tilted on his side, allowing him the chance to see the corner of the couch. A hand dropped an empty cup along the counter, it's fingers folding as two darted toward him.

The two fingers stamped at his face, impacting the center of his face as he shriveled into its funnel. His eyes flattened together as the finger drove deeper. The other side of him connecting against something soft, and earthy as the fingers brushed against it. By the way the tender surface clenched at the tip, he assumed it was the source to all of its stench. His asshole.

"Whatever this thing's made of, it's itchy as hell." Perez said.

The fingers dug together. The mounds sucking Todd into the muscular valley to bring him closer. They squeezed at his own body, a monstrous roar exiting from his hole as it scoured to the rest of the couch. Eggs carried along its blast, wet in nature compared to the airy flatulence blown toward him. The muscle squeezed harder, a blockage refusing to let the gas bypass as it turned into a sharp hiss.

"Nnn! Gotta hunker down for this one.." Perez hugged at his gut, shoving his palms into his stomach. Farts came out in spurts, blasting Todd in a barrage in attempts to unclog his bowels. "Come on you..don't ..mess with me."

He shoved at his gut, a gurgle responding as bubbles slithered through his intestines. His hole opened like a water valve, a winded fart growing stronger, more watery as it humidified the finger that anchored Todd. Another surface touched him,dampening the middle of his face with a foul scent as it spread over his eyes.

It bulged out in a mini mudslide, his hole and fingers quick to retract. "Damn it, I pushed too hard."

Todd's gaze shifted to a palm scooping him into the crack. With how fast the thighs were kicking, and the grumbling above growing louder, he was about to blow at any second. A door kicked open, Perez lunging upon the toilet seat as Todd's gaze turned toward the bowl. A hand fumbled to his left side, peeling him off the massive rear as it crashed onto the bowl, and he fell to the floor.

"Mmm..shit...that's really starting pile." Perez strained, releasing the hellhates upon the toilet as its cracks pierced the air like a lightning strike.

Todd wormed his form against the giant ankles, dragged upwards as a palm fumbled to the toilet paper above. He could still smell the sour scent on him, soaking into him as it grew ripe in the wind. His mind wanted to give the jig up, and yet, his heart was..enjoying the experience. Perez never squeezed himself so hard that he sharted, even with his regular farts. Though disgusting.. He wanted to explore more of Perez's body.

He closed his eyes, the farts above firing artillery shells as he laid upon the cold ground. Perhaps taking that test wasn't a bad idea.

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The weekend arrived, the sun casting over the bleachers as the audience cheered on the advancing players on the field. Perez ran back to the sidelines, the coach calling him to the bleachers to take a breather. They fanned at the air, ushering the player away as he marched to the booths. Passing through the crowd, he turned toward a blocky building as restroom signs rests on top. He entered inside, parking himself as he unlaced his pants.

"God it's hot today, to think the game was so packed today." He said, looking at his phone as he clicked at his university portal. There beneath the classes was the grade of the test, green numbers stacked together as a B rested on top. "As much as I still have a grudge on that bastard, I do owe him for getting me through that. But I haven't seen him in a day since morphed. Wonder where he went off to?"

Unraveling, he dropped his pants to reveal the crumpled underwear beneath. dark green stains smudged along the corners, the fabric that once tucked tightly at his backside now drooping as the middle sagged off the round glutes. There, Todd blinked as he looked to the cubicle shaped stall, his vision blurred as the sweat along his eyes turned the space green. How long has it been since he turned himself like this? He could hardly remember as he spent his time snugged beneath the layers of clothes.

A fart interrupted his train of thought, vanishing into the void of his mind as he grew drunk upon Perez's scent. He mumbled with his mouth, but found only the fabric stretching in a soft muffle. He'd moan if he had the chance, but smelling was enough to get him aroused, His gaze rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. A groan shook the mound like an earthquake, a watery fart striking his face as the damp green space turned a shade of dark brown. A hand scratched him against the musty crack, like a tissue wiping against a grease as sludge soaked into him.

His mind began to spin, the world shifting as it turned into a shadowed brown. It's good to know that his methods helped Perez pass his exam. He'd transform back into his humanself, but he's like this for a week, the feeling he gets whenever he morphs were no longer there. Ah well, he thought, he get it eventually. He himself against the large ass, Tucking against the crack as he was free to enjoy the rich smells of. farts as he rested upon the muscular mattress.

The exam was well, Perez is relaxed, and he's able to be close to him. From Todd's standpoint, this was the fruits of his labor, and he was going to enjoy it.