#waiting for the fire that burns me fr

[senseioftheseidiots]

y e p. i did the thing, and nope, i have no regrets HAHAHAH

Have the 'canonical' version of how this pairing/ship would go, and the explanation for my bullshit <333

Cause, come on, Prophecy driven servant fueled by obsession and prophecy driven mentor fueled by guilt??? Both immortal to their own right?? The pain I can make with this, as well as the silly little dynamic! Mayor would probably be a yandere type with his obsession of serving someone, being loyal no matter the cost, and his violent tendencies, he'd ALSO be fascinated by wus case in general- Wu would just see him as nice and completely ignore red flags because let's face it he's DUMB and has ATTACHMENT ISSUES and since the mayor does everything to stay with someone Wu welcomes it completely And then there's the wholesome of Mayor complimenting Wu cause of how fascinating his soul is And Wu just taking it as just a compliment because he just finds it nice, not really knowing what he looks like to the other , now please enjoy garmadon absolutely done with wu's taste in partners [this is most likely in the same timeline as the traitorous trio au, not spellbound, just wu being dumb, after that whole deal he went on a small journey and accidentally found himself a new partner HSAHAHA]

and then have a silly bonus!! clothes swapped

thats all. there might be more, who knows, but here you go, especially to the anon thats been spamming my inbox for this duo

[astrxealis]

anyways. in any case. fuuta's song is FIRE.

[nieceeee]

Can you do a story where ony is a munch (quit pushing me away)

“GIVE ME 10”

Finally got my writing mojo back kinda (still trying to push myself) and I’ve really wanted to start adding more modern au and messages because they are so fun. Let me know if yall like them or not. But heeeeyyyyyy anon😏😘

Thanks for the request baby! I hope this is good enough for you.

PS: Ony’s friends are waiting for him to get on the game but he got a little caught up…

A/N: MDNI, smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, and some other stuff, black coded reader

WC: 748 short and to the point

“Onyyyyyyy.” You groan, manicured nails gripping against his durag. You eyes threaten to roll back into your head as you feel his tongue swipe against your clit. Thick hands gripping either of your thighs, holding your legs apart as the thick pink muscle slurped at your juices repeatedly.

“F-fuuuuuc Ony baby please. Y-your phone.” You whimper underneath him. His phone had been going off nonstop for the past 20 minutes and as much as you tried to focus on the way that he was pleasing you, the constant dinging that rang out in each message was pulling you from your euphoria. You already knew it was his group chat waiting for him. He had mentioned to you earlier that he was going to get on the game later with his boys. Yet he somehow found his way between your legs and all that flew out the window, the dinging falling on deaf ears as he feasted on you.

”Bae- the phone.” You try to pout but it comes out in a breathless moan as you try to push his head. He lifts his head up slightly, gaze narrowed as he meets your eyes. “Try that shit again and I’ll tie your hands above your head. Quit pushing me away.” He growled before lowering his head back between your legs. His authoritative demand doing nothing more but driving you further in a frenzy.

”Oh shit- right there baby.” You cry out as your grip on the back of his head tightens, that familiar ball of fire beginning to burn in your belly. Ony loves the sound you make when he makes you unravel. He flattens his tongue and presses it against your lips, allowing the saliva to drip down to the tip of it, the wetness slipping down to your ass before he swipes his tongue in a zig zag motion all the way up to your clit.

His mouth closes around your swollen bud and he gently pulls it between his lips, the tips of his tongue flicking back and forth against your hood. “Yes pa- fuck.” Your head drops back, pressing against the pillow as your toes curl up. A wave of heat spilling from your belly and moving through every inch of your body as your orgasm threatens to surface. “Ony baby- ‘m close. So fuckin’ close.” You hips buck against his face but his grip tightens around you, forcing you still. He brings his head up spitting onto your clit before slurping the mixture of fluids. The tip of his tongue danced around your clit in circles. You let out a pathetic whine which only pushes him more. The noises you make stroking his ego. His dick hardens with every taste, his tongue moving back down towards your hole as he fucked you with his mouth. “Shit baby, just like that p-please.” Ony’s tongue moves in and out of you as he brings one hand up adding a finger at the same pace. Tongue stroking the upper inside of your pussy as his fingers dive deep on the bottom.

Another ding rings from his phone but you can’t find a reason to care when he has you on teetering on the edge like this. “On-“ “Don’t you dare mention that phone y/n.” He said before dipping right back into his same pattern. Your body jerks against his hold as you feel yourself crash out, juices spurting out of you as he gulps down your wetness.

Heavy breaths leave your chest rising and falling rapidly. You peer down to meet him and your pussy clenches at the sight of your nectar dripping from his chin. “You so fuckin’ sweet.” He groans, dick pulsing in his sweats as his tongue darts out and swipes the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth to speak but the ring from another message stops you in your tracks. “Onyankopon, if you don't pick that shit up or turn the damn ringer off.” You fuss, lifting up to rest against your elbows. Ony stays hovering above your pussy as his clean hand reaches over to grab his phone. You notice his head lowering back down as he scrolls through the messages. “Ony, what are y-“ your sentence is cut off as his tongue slides against your pussy again, a shudder trailing down your spine.

The warmth of his mouth covers you again as he types out a quick message to send to his friends.

“Give me 10.”

[crystcrm]

i share ur struggle.. i ACHE for gepard or welt content so hopefully i could request for something like that? im js gonna throw a bunch of ideas and you can choose whichever

relationship hcs (what he’d be like, how does he show his love etc)

sleeping together (take this whichever way you want)

cooking together in the kitchen (im a whore for this stuff idk why😭)

bedroom hcs (kinks, fav positions, literally anything i need it so bad)

KISSING IN THE SNOW W GEPARD😞

anon i hope you know this ask gave me like 5000 braincells. like suddenly i am THINKING. it's so insane how one little ask full of random blurbs gave me so much life to write even just the smallest things.

literally welt and gepard are my two faves rn, i'm fr just waiting for jing yuan to come out. jing yuan my beloved <3<3

but anyway, as for this little ask, i think we'll ease into the hsr content with some fluff ( i am all due for it anyway, i have Not been writing and i also need the fluff because my god does life hit hard ) so sit tight >:)

love and cherishing you ♡ ;; various x gn!reader headcanons

content;- sfw , fluff , headcanons list , how some hsr boys show their love for you ♡♡ , overall just really fluffy because i need toothrotting stomach ache inducing head swirling sweet fluff sometimes... , nothing about getting together but just general hcs on what they'd be like in a relationship , reader is nooooot...? the trailblazer but could possibly be interpreted as such if you squint

characters inc:- welt yang , gepard landau ( includes post-belobog arc content, not extremely spoilery but take note that i chose after the jarillo-vi conclusion to open up more opportunities >:3 )

together with welt yang . . .

welt has lived life longer than perhaps anyone on the express, being from another world and used to living as the first ( second generation ) herrscher of reason, a herrscher that sided with humanity. he didn't expect to get sucked into another adventure, one where he'll meet many companions, see unbelievable sights or even... fall in love.

he's an old soul, yet his heart still has a grand passion for what he does. the fire within him burns, and perhaps, you stoke the flames. a motivation unlike any other to show you the wonders of the galaxy— of every world.

his love is not the most openly shown, an old man can be embarrassed sometimes. especially in the face of his family of the astral express. his affections for you are for you two only. his touches, his words, the little things that make sparks fly are all special and meant for your ears and eyes only. be it in the privacy of his room, or late nights when everyone else is fast asleep, he'll always find a way to make his love for you known when nobody else is looking.

time together with you is always time well spent. he enjoys it perhaps just a little more than going on adventures with everyone. you could be doing anything, and he wouldn't mind simply sitting in silence together with you. it's comforting, relaxing. it's moments like these where he gets to unwind with you. it's essentially a recharge— he doesn't even have to hold you ( but if you'd like that, he'd be more than happy to ).

he used to be an artist— an animation storyboard artist. his skills on paper would definitely outmatch the rest of the crew. he already likes to have his experiences captured in little drawings in his notebook. well, you happen to be one big, long lasting experience. one that he can't wait to see what more comes while experiencing it. you swear that you can catch him gazing at you every other day, and you always see his pencil moving across the papers in his book. inside are sketches of you in all your beauty, how he adores you, even complete with little notes about the things you like.

he wishes to show you the world, all there is to be seen across the entire galaxy. he will be there, to guide you, to accompany you. it's not that he doesn't trust the rest of the crew, but really, this is the closest thing to a date you've ever gotten. taking in the sights of new worlds, creating new memories together, and maybe getting tossed in a bit of trouble along the way. sure, it may be tiring or troublesome, but he wouldn't want to face it with anyone else.

those that come across him know him as welt yang, but this is the name he has inherited. he doesn't tell it often, perhaps, but at least you know him. the real him. he's not just welt to you, but also joachim. it is something he entrusted to you, who he is, who he once was, who he shall become— everything about him.

he adores you, and all your entirety. you are like a burning star in the galaxy above, one that burns with him.

together with gepard landau . . .

gepard, captain of the silvermane guards is a busy, busy man. between his duties as captain and his daily life, he does his best to find time for you. his lack of charm is exactly what makes him charming, some may say. he's no nonsense, stubborn, "famously uncompromising" ( as his sister claims ) with an unmatched loyalty. it sounds horrendous, but perhaps that's exactly why you love him.

you tell him he should prioritise his duty first and foremost, he is an important figure in belobog, after all. and he does, he stubbornly commits to it. even if he can see in your eyes that you're hesitantly letting him go again. it's in these rare moments that he gives you a small, warming smile and a gentle embrace— he tells you that he'll do his best, for the preservation of belobog, for its people— and most importantly, you.

bothering him on patrol isn't one of your favourite activites, there are definitely more enriching things out there, but you still do it from time to time. usually, it's when the nights are a little colder and you can't seem to sleep. it's the same old thing, each and every time. he tells you you should get home, but not after a quick walk together with him. you'd chat about the little things, and he'd even shyly try to hold your hand in such a moment. after that, he personally escorts you back to your residence, and never forgetting to leave without a kiss goodnight. it may be a simple kiss on the back of your hand, or you might get up for a quick kiss on the cheek. you don't know what you do to him.

gepard doesn't strike me as a type that knows a lot in this area. he was born and raised as a noble child, and then went straight into becoming a protector of the city he grew up in. he'd feel a little flustered at a few things, the ideas and thoughts that come to him while together with you. he's even more embarrassed as he goes to his sister for advice on how to deal with such emotions. he reads books, fiction of romance that he does best to turn into your reality. it's not perfect— he's still clueless on what's a really good date— but he's always trying harder just for you.

it's not often that he gets free time, but once he does, he's quick to seek you out... after his sister of course. for many good reasons, actually. other than the usual check in with his sister he loves so dearly, she is more helpful than most others despite her teasing. serval is a big source of support in his relationship with you, not to say you two can't handle it yourselves. he's just rather clueless about love as a whole sometimes, and she's there to give him a little nudge in the right direction. thanks to her, gepard brought you flowers once, and he does it every so often.

never underestimate the lengths he'd go for you. he may be constantly out there in the front lines trying to combat the antimatter legion and the fragmentum, and he may be busy with training the guards or some other silvermane business, but he would always keep you in mind. you're part of his motivation, and you've grown to be the biggest part of it. you could tell him it's nothing important, if you ask for something, like a favour or likewise, but because it's you, he'll put it right at the top of his priorities. you are his priority.

dates are difficult, especially when you're captain of the guards. walking around with him attracts more attention than any other thing, but it doesn't stop him from inviting you out. the luxuries of belobog would be easy for him to indulge in, as a landau and as captain, but truly, simply spending time with him is enough. your favourite dates are ones where you freely walk aimlessly in the day, perhaps after a bite to eat. fresh snowfall is light upon the city streets, unlike the eternal freeze. you find it hard to resist temptation, letting yourself be swept off your feet for a sweet kiss in the everlasting winter snow.

gepard landau has an immense lack of charm. he's stubborn, he's uncompromising, and maybe even a little dense or a little blunt. but the brighter side of these qualities always show around you. he'll find a way to see you, and he won't rest until he has. his lack of knowledge in this department has him cutely flustered from time to time, but also has him doing unknowingly romantic things. he loves you, and he wants you to know that.

[sunflowerskies00]

too sweet, part 5

you keep telling me to live right

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[owlight]

Heyy i hope you are having a good day My request: headcanons of zoro, eustass kid, law and ace reacting at gender neutral reader slapping their asses.

💀🙏 thank u for requesting this, writing this was fun!, please check these headcanons by @sanjisblackasswife ,they wrote something similar to ur request but with monster trio + law + shanks

Zoro & Law & Eustass Kid & Ace reacting to Thier gn! S/o slapping Thier asses

Zorro

This can go Two ways ,If it's done in private,he will smirk at you and call you a pervert with a cheeky tone as he smack your ass back with a playful smack

If done infront of others HE will look at you like you stabbed him in his ass like How dare u show ppl that he got a juicy ass like that????

" hey-(y/n) what the hell!" He groans as he glares at you ,you raise your hands in the air "don't blame me ,they were calling for me!" You claim with a laugh , zorro face is fully red from this whole interaction ,the crew watches in amusement ,mostly robin who chuckles at how you're both acting , while the other tries to pretend they didn't see you smacking Zoro ass in 4k "I will make you pay for this!" He threaten,you wink at him "don't threaten me with good time baby~"

Your booty smacking privileges were taken from you for the rest of that week😔 he is no fun

He will start smacking your ass In public more than it's needed ,Not to be cute bf but as a menacingly way ,he is that petty ,Not that you think it's bad ,just moan loudly when he do it and he will stop harassing your butt

10/10 ass is very nice to smack , would recommend you to do it more often,just be prepared for ur butt to be destroyed after

Ace

He bursted into flame the first time you did it ,only because you caught him off guard,like he was standing talking to Marco about something important, then suddenly you decided to smack his ass with the force of a mighty god because his ass looked that good that day

Your palm was slightly burned and you paid the price,Marco wasn't impressed by this and poor ace he felt so guilty about burning your hand like that! He really didn't mean to!

You sit with a stupid grin on your face as marco treat your palm with some cream and bandages to ease the burn and cover it,ace meanwhile stands near by looking worried and promising he will do your chores for this week ,Marco raise an eyebrow at you "what are you grinning for (y/n)?" He asks you and you look at him with sparkles in your eyes "My boyfriend ass is fire, that's one flex I could flex about now" you joke ,Marco sighs and ace snort" He almost burned your whole hand, You gotta be careful next time or I'm letting him patch you up yoi" Marco tells you as he pinch your cheeks "ow ow! Alright I will be careful next time,will wear a fireproof glove!" Marco sighs deeply,young love.sighs...

Next time you smack his butt he will not burst to flame !

He will take this as a new tradition and start smacking your ass as you do the same

you both from now on smack each other butts as a way to communicate with each others

it's just a pain to witness from everyone else point of view ,like have shame Infront of ur elderlies fr

His ass is a solid 9/10 ,only because it's flammable 😔

Law

What ass

He will catch your hand before you even reach his ass,He will not let you smack his butt ,He Always snack your butt but God forbidden you smack his ass when it is looking good????

You made your mission to do it ever since he caught your hand ,and with many tries and failures and hours of practicing,you had the perfect chance

It was when you were both with the strawhats and everyone thought that both of you are crewmates and you wanted to show them that you're both together so you decided that you gotta smack that ass to assert dominance

he was busy talking to Zoro more like arguing about something and that moment you found your perfect chance to smack that ass

SMACK

You didn't even wait for his reaction,you ran for your life to the kitchen while laughing,mostly because you know you could count on the cook Sanji to keep u safe from getting your ass handed to you soon enough

ANYWAY

Law face was completely drained of life from the shock of what just happened meanwhile Zoro laughed at his reaction "so you two are together huh? Couldn't be more subtle about it? Tell em to Keep these stuff in your room!" he tells him with a teasing tone as he leaves him standing there...poor law

He wanted to room you To heaven if I can be honest with yoy

BUT he loves you too much and Bepo will be sad if he ended up doing that so everyone in his crew...

so he took a deep breath and he counted ten things before he came to the perfect conclusion of having to haunt your ass down and spank you till you learn some manners

sexual or not ,he will do it To teach you a lesson about not doing this to YOUR captain in public

But joke on him, you're a menace and will do it again,he will have to watch out from now on ,his ass won't be safe no more

8.9/10 ass,he need to stop gatekeeping his ass fr 😔

Eustass kid

He is EustAss kid cuz he got hella ass ,He thick and his ass look so great so you know ,you had to smack it at least once in your lifetime

But like Do you have a death wish????? Because this man temper is not something you wanna mess with ,he have too much unsolved anger issues And he is prideful af ,this Will not end well for you

But You a mad lad so nothing will stop you,not the red flags because you're dating Kid and you love red <3

It was a peaceful dinner for once on the ship, everyone ate and you finished your meal early ,your mind set on Doing one thing and one thing only ,you watched kid eat and enjoy his meal unaware to what will happen to his ass soon,Killer was looking at you looking at kid like he sensed the fact you're going to get into trouble, perhaps your aura was giving him the hint and killer didn't like it one bit

" alright ,I will be in my workshop if anyone needed me" kid announce as he gets up to leave ,You get up after him,which isn't odd since you always join him in his workshop after dinner "(y/n) don't-" killer says but it's too late

!SMACK¡

The sound of the smack echoed ,it made everyone in the room stop whatever they were doing and start looking at what you just did ,Kid face is as red as his hair "w-what the fuck did you just do (y/n)??!" Kid yells and you shrug as you raise your hands in acceptance of your fate "you have a fine ass kid,I had to do this" you simply answer him and kid Huff loudly as the whole crew seem to break into laughter and some even agreeing with you! How outrageous!!! Kid gives you a death stare " you have 5 seconds to make your escape" he says as he glares at you

You RUN out the dining hall like your life depends on it as everyone cheers for your foolishness, someone is shouting if they can take your jewelries after kid done with you ,smh

Let's say after that night Your ass was not the same ,He Did not let that pass ,He made sure you will not think about doing it ever again,And made sure everyone heard you beg for his forgiveness

No sane person will try to smack his ass like that after such a punishment

But you still did it again exactly 2 months later cuz He was very hot when he punished you 😩

10/10 ass ,very sad he is a gatekeeper unless it's killer ,he let the homies hit it always💀<3

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[mandy-asimp]

the two year teacher

pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x black!fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, mentions of bullying, smut mommy kink, rough ish, cunnlings, fingering, love confession

summary: y/n is a very big CEO of her own company. and when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, y/n just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. then when y/n's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens

a/n: she has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair. im so deadass fr.

“Mommy! You’ll never believe it!” Your eight year old came running into your home office. You prepared for her to jump into your lap, so you opened up for her to not get hurt. “My teacher from last year is my teacher this year again!”

“Really?” You took all your attention onto her. “So you’ll know how to behave right? Be on your best behavior for her?”

You daughter nodded before running off again. “Hey Nance?” You called for your neighbor who was over for a drink. Smiling kindly as she appeared. “I’m gonna run out to go grab stuff to make dinner, can you watch Mimi?”

“Of course, I’ll have her play in the living room.” She softly nodded and walked away.

You saved your file and got ready to head out. And it was all fine and dandy, till you were at the store. You had planned to make your daughter’s favorite pasta, seeing as she was starting school tomorrow.

Just as you reached for the perfect tomato, your hand bumped into someone else’s. You looked up to meet the nicest green eyes, yet they held fire and furry.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please,” you offered for her to go first. Watching as the fire and furry disappeared. She could only stare at you.

“Do I know you? You look incredibly familiar,” her voice. God you could’ve melted. The rasp, the accent, the volume. You could tell she saw the spark of curiosity run over your eyes.

You gave a small shrug, "Maybe I just one of those faces. Are you making Panzanella?"

Her curiosity for you sparked now. How could you look at her cart and just know? "Italian?" She softly whispered.

You caught it just barely, but didn't acknowledge it at all. Instead you grabbed a few more tomatoes and went on with a smile.

She swore she seen that smile before. She's positive you were meant to be more in her life. But once she came back to her senses, you were long gone. The tomatoes were also in her cart. How were you so quick?

Eventually, you were ready to check out, having everything you needed for the dinner. That's when you saw the red head again. She was standing there staring you down. Like she was waiting for you to finish to ask you something.

You were good at reading people…sometimes. And right now, you couldn't read her fully, but you could sense the confidence and burning question she has for you.

It had you thinking what the question could be for you. After all, she thinks you're Italian. Once you finished and got close to her, she just stared at you.

You held out your hand, "Y/n." You introduced.

"Melissa," she took your hand. Put in awe at how soft your hand was. "You Italian or working with the cops?"

"My mom was, she taught me everything there is too cooking. You must be a Schemmenti." You tilted your head.

She eyed you with caution. "You must be working with the cops."

You quickly dismissed the idea. "I've met enough Schemmenti's to know one when I see one."

Suddenly it seemed you had more control than anyone in the world in this conversation. "I don't think it's fair that you know more about me than I do you."

"Oh angel, I never play it fair. It's how you retaliate." You got closer to her, enough where there was still a distance.

Just as she realized the distance, you were gone. You had this woman absolutely smitten with you and she still couldn’t place that face. And that was the last time either of you saw one another.

Until deep into the school year. Your daughter had came home with a letter for you specifically. "Mimi? What's this?" Through the entire car ride she was quiet. Quieter than usual. You didn't get the whole spew that lasted the entire ride of her day.

She didn't answer at all, instead she put her bag down and started on her homework. Waiting patiently for you to open the letter.

As your eyes scanned over it, you could feel her about to start crying. "Honey, why didn't you say something?" The letter had been from her teacher. "Mimi, look at me baby." Her teary eyes met yours. She knew you were mad, but that look absolutely destroyed you. "I'm not mad at you. Come here, follow me."

You lead her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the sink and facing the mirror. "Do you see that little girl right there? That is my strong, amazing, smart daughter. I'm not mad at you at all. You were so brave. So incredibly brave. And to be honest my love, I've done the same thing as you." Her face lit up at that.

"You beat someone up too?" She flashed that toothy smile. Her head whipping around at you when you nodded. "How?"

You turned her around to face you. "Well, when I was just a little bit older than you, this kid, her name was Ellie. She wouldn't leave me alone ever. And I'm talking everyday she came to bug me. Your grandma had told me to just ignore her. But one day she caught me on the worst day I've ever lived."

"What day was that?" She interrupted, a confused look dawning on her.

"It was the day I told your asshole father I was pregnant with my absolute bundle of joy. And he had yelled at me in front of the entire hall and left me. So Ellie had found me during the day, and she had to say something. I was so angry at what she was saying, the names she was calling me, and what she was saying about you before I even met you. I had enough of her, and I walked away untouched. But you should've seen her. She had to move schools because everyone was making fun of her for getting her shit rocked by a pregnant woman."

"So you're not mad at me?" Mimi stared at you in awe. Her look of absolutely smitten by her mother.

You shook your head, "Of course not honey. You defended yourself and I know you're in trouble with school, but look at me. I had to talk her parents down for pressing charges and had to keep myself together while also moving schools. Don't ever let someone try and tell you what you are and aren't. Cause you'll always know who you are and who you want to be. So, when we go to meet with your teacher in a little bit, you'll tell her everything and defend your name ok?"

"Ok mommy! Can I go play for a little bit?" She beamed. You helped her down with a nod, letting her run off. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you were in pajamas still.

So you took a few minutes to put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A baseball cap sealing down the fly aways. You quickly put yourself together and then worked on getting your daughter ready. Helping her from the school uniform into something similar to what you were wearing.

Together you went into that school knowing what was about to go down. It was only a little bit after the school day actually ended. The door was closed, so carefully you knocked.

The door flying open, "Janine I don't want to come with you I promise!" The voice came before the face. But once the eyes finally met yours, they went wide. "I...What are you doing here?" She fumbled out the question.

Without any words you held up the letter and looked to Mimi. "I believe you were the one who requested me." Meeting her green eyes once more, you flashed that smile.

That's where she's seen it. "Your Mimi's mom? But you're so young?!" You gave a nod, glancing into the classroom at the other mom. Melissa was just staring at you, but she finally snapped back at Barbra coming pass.

"Y/n?" The older teacher lit up at the sight of you. "Oh it is you! Look how you've grown!" Her eyes fell to the kid holding your hand. "Mimi! Baby girl you have grown!"

"Hi Mrs. Howard," you softly gazed. Engulfing the woman.

Melissa was even more shocked. You knew Barbra, and yet the woman has never once mentioned you to her.

"We should catch up soon, a girls day! Say Friday night?" Barbra was quick to plan, knowing you'd make time for her any day.

With a bob of the head, "Of course, you still have my number right? We can plan it further once I'm done with this meeting."

You two had finished the conversation quickly with hugs and bye's. Following the red head into the classroom. You and Mimi sat next to the other mom and her child.

"Right, so I figured you both know why I asked you here. Mimi started a fight with Amber. Now, from what I gathered, it was out of no where?" Her eyes mainly were on the kids. Mostly cause she couldn't bring herself to look you in the eyes. "I'll let Amber go first."

And so the little girl told her story, it was poorly put together for a lie. Even for a child trying not to get in trouble. Her mother smiling like she had won best parent of the year for this. Then it was Mimi's turn, and her story was very well put together. Wiping that smug smile off the mom's face.

After an hour of going back and forth trying to figure it out, it became clear. Amber had been picking on Mimi since last year and today she had said some meaner things. Amber had apologized and everyone was on their way.

The mom and Amber didn't stay long to even look at you, but Mimi was back to rambling about her day to you while you put on her coat.

"And then my day lead to be here again! With my two favorite people!" She glowed, watching as you zipped up her coat.

You puffed, then looked up to Melissa who was hovering over you, "I didn't know I had competition to be the favorite." You joked with a hint of seriousness. "Hey honey, why don't you go see if Mrs. Howard is still here? I'll be right behind you."

She didn't waste a second before running off. Leaving you two alone. You stood back to your full height. "So you're the famous teacher I hear so much about?"

"Huh?" She spat, back in that daze she had at the store. Your light laugh didn't help pull her from the state. "Oh! Like from Mimi! Um, she's a wonderful kid, I mean she probably has amazing parents at home."

"Just me and her in that apartment." You shrugged. Watching the flash of something go through those green eyes. There was a silence now. One eating you alive. "Ok! I'm not gonna try and like take all your time, but I am just going to jump to the point now. I find you very attractive, would you like to go on a date?" You spat out before you could double think it.

Not only did you have to hide how shocked you were, but so did Melissa. You were so forward. Her eyes were wide, "Wait...what?"

"Me and you, alone, Saturday night?" You smiled. Before she answered, you were at her desk writing your number on a sticky note. "Maybe then I'll tell you how I know you're a Schemmenti." You winked. "Goodnight, Melissa."

To say that date was the first of many. You two had done a lot together now. You went with her to a friends wedding. She then came and made dinner with you and Mimi, that was the day you had told her. You both had gone home separately for the holidays though. Both agreeing it was still very early on to meet family.

But now it was summer, more specifically the fourth of July. Your family never truly celebrated it like an all American family, no you celebrated with style. It was the most serious taken holiday. The whole family was going to be there. You had yet to ask her about coming with though.

You had yet to even say the big L word. Yet, you had already talked to Mimi about keeping Melissa around and possibly her becoming her step-mom. She was thrilled to finally hear you say that.

Tonight was your six month anniversary. Almost a whole year spent together. You had invited Mel over for dinner while you sent Mimi to a friend's for the night before the trip to your cousin's. Everything was set in stone for the night.

You finished just as the door opened. "In the kitchen, baby." You called carefully. Trying to calm your nerves of what the night was. Greeting her with kisses all over her face, she knew instantly something was up.

Only cause you did the same thing when you broke her lasagna bowl that she had from her childhood. She ignored you for what was the longest week of your life.

"What?" She frowned. You stayed silent and dragged her to the chair. Straddling and kissing slowly all over her face and neck. Hands carefully trailing her body. but it was stopped the moment her hands pushed yours away. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly your eyes were being threatened by tears. You moved quickly and went to grab her a glass of wine. Handing her hers while you downed yours. Needing the liquid courage more than you anticipated.

You were physically shaking and you knew it as you held the glass with both hands. "Hon, seriously, talk to me?" Her voice even wavered. Her thoughts running with this is where it all ends. The silence killing her as she was positive that was what was happening. "Is this...are you?"

Your eyes widened, "No! No! Um, you've been so incredibly patient with me, and I...I'm ready."

"Are you sure, I'll wait for you forever." She stood up. Coming closer with each and every step. You gave a firm nod, eyes sparkling with want. "Words, baby. I need you to use them."

"I want you." You almost whimpered. Practically throwing yourself into kissing her.

It was heated, but it was so passionate. Every ounce of emotion was thrown into it. You were so lost you didn't notice the thigh press in between yours. Nor the hands that pulled your hips to grind against it. With the sigh you let out, Mel took the chance to slip her tongue in.

Pulling back slightly to stare at your dazed headspace. "Are you alright pretty girl?" She purred.

"Yes, god yes!" You moved your hips on your own, letting a moan free as the thigh flexed.

Melissa smirked, "Such a good girl for me. Why don't we head for the bed huh?"

You frantically nodded and dragged her with you. Desperate to have her on you again. Moving to push her onto the bed while you were on top. Kissing at her in a frantic manner.

"Easy girl, I want you to savor this. Let me do all the work, you relax." She flipped you two. Now she was nestled between your legs. Taking in the sight of you in the short short dress you had on. "Was this all for me tonight?"

You were in such a fuzzy state. Her words, her touches, her kisses, and most of all, the hungry look in her eyes. You were a goner all because of Melissa Schemmenti.

"You look so pretty for me baby girl. That fuzzy look in your eyes. Can I take of this dress?" She fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over your hips and near your inner thigh.

"Yes, please..." There was a hesitation in your voice. Melissa with drew her hands.

"Y/n if you're not ready, we can stop." She instantly snapped out of the feeling. She took in how you looked ready to cry. "Hey, hey. None of that, ok? It's ok, we don't have to. I know this is a big step."

A single tear escaped, but the smile on your face said many other things. "I...I love you." You whispered. "Please, Mel. I need you."

Her smile couldn't be hidden. She kissed you hard. Hard and with all the love in the world. "I love you too baby. I love you so so incredibly much."

You felt confidence hearing the words back. And suddenly your hesitation from earlier left. You pulled the back of her neck so you were next to her ear. "Please, mommy. I need you." You licked her shell of her ear. Causing her to shiver greatly.

She had that look again, she was about to take you entirely and you wouldn't know. She was going to make you feel like never before.

"Mommy's gonna take good care of you, I promise angel." Her hands ran under your dress and pulled at your panties, pulling them down and off your thighs. "Whenever you want to stop, just say anything."

"Ok, but please, no more foreplay." Your hips bucked again.

"A needy little thing you are. Did you think of this moment all day? Or did you start thinking about it the day we met?" She spurred you on, her hands pushing your thighs apart. "How good I could make you feel?"

You whined, trying to search for her hand. "Please mommy!"

How could she deny that pretty face? Her hand finally met you where you needed. Making you gasp as she drew tight circles before dipping down toy our entrance and back up. Teasing you till tears.

"You're so sensitive, I've barely fucked you and you already are in tears. You truly must've needed this." She kept talking, but wasn't giving you anything, or so you thought. She slammed two fingers into you, making you cry loudly. She could feel your walls fluttering around her. "Shh, you're ok baby, mommy's right here. You're ok. Just let me know when you're ready." She kissed your forehead. Waiting for your signal.

With a soft head nod, she didn't waste a second. You had figured she start of soft, but you were wrong. Melissa Schemmenti liked it rough. You gave her a power she never knew she wanted the first moment you said mommy.

She brought you over the edge at least three times, you were in no state to remember. With her kisses to your face and the withdrawing of her hand you thought you were done. Until she pulled you down to the edge of the bed.

There she devoured you in ways you never knew existed. And each new way brought you over until you were so overstimulated you had to physically crawl away from her. But you loved every single second.

You came back to her crawling into bed with you. She had changed you from that dress straight into one of her hoodies. "I wasn't too much was I?"

You shook your head, barely able to stay awake. You glanced up to her, "Do you want to come meet my family tomorrow? We're having a big party for the weekend. I want you to meet them all." You got out before falling asleep on her.

"I would love nothing more angel." She kissed your head, falling asleep right after you.

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how the main 4 would react when the new kid was getting too close to you

note: THANKYO FOR THE LIKES, hope you guys like this one too! this one is a bit long sorry!!

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kenny mccormick

there was a new kid at school, and he was real popular with the ladies because of how handsome and how he talks to the girls.

and it looks like he took a liking to you, he would alwaysssss talk to you, even at lunch he would ask you to sit with him and his gang instead of kennys gang

you were an angel so of course you accepted his friendly demeanor,

at first kenny was okay with it but when you two were getting TOO close he got suspicious

he hated how touchy and how you were laughing at the new kids joke, you were even slapping your knee at how funny it was!!

you reassured him that you didnt think of the new kid like that but he was worried on how he thought of you, he even gave you flowers?!?, you obviously threw them away.

kenny went to confront him but the new kid said that he had liked you for long and was willing to fight for you, oh kenny was burning fire at that point

he told his friends and being the supportive friends they were, they made a plan. the same night the new kid told kenny that he liked you, kenny and all of his friends sneaked into his bedroom and thrashed it!

luckily they ONLY thrashed it, kenny was about to commit arson. he left a note on the bed saying "don't touch my girl again."

the next day the new kid kept his distance and you asked kenny about it and he acted as if nothing happened, same goes for stan kyle and cartman. kenny didn't care if you knew or not as long as you were his again it was okay <3

stan marsh

when the new kid first approached you it was when you were with stan and the others, it went quiet. the new kid had asked you to go to movies with him this weekend. remembering the plans you had with the other you declined but he insisted.

stan was suspicious but he let you go and said you can hang out with them the other day because he thought the new kid just wanted to make friends and since you were the friendly type he approached you first

but just incase, he bought the same tickets and spied on you with kyle, you guys were watching a romance movie and stan bought tickets directly behind you two, kyle thought it was a stupid idea but went with it because he had his suspicions too

and guess what the entire movie the new kid had his eyes on you, no like every time there was a funny scene or a sad scene the new kid would immediately look at you to see your reaction, this made stan annoyed and mad tbh

not only that the new kid tried doing the yawning hand on the shoulders thing, it didnt work because you sneezed and it made him jump

oh at that point stan was hella mad, the movie ended and as you were gonna get up the new kid pulled you down to sit again, stan was seeing blood fr, you two were talking and laughing

all of the sudden you texted stan "call me and act like its an emergency, this new kid weird lmao" stan was smiling and almost laughed, he quickly left the cinema with kyle behind him and called you acting like you needed to be home, when you exited the cinema you were surprised to see the two of them waiting for you

you kinda knew but wasnt sure, you didn't care as long as you were away with that freak new kid, stan was also happy he got his girlfriend back :))

kyle broflovski

one day when kyle you and the others was on their way to the class, arriving and your desk was crowded with people, stan asked what was going on and bebe said you got flowers from the new kid, you were surprised and pushed your way to the nosy people and saw a big bouquet of flowers with a note beside it saying "these remind me of you - new kid"

you smiled a little out of respect but in all honesty you hated it, you felt uncomfortable to say the least, you looked over at kyle who now has his arms crossed and glared at you, you smiled and just sat down puting the flowers on the floor for throwing away later, when everyone was just settling in the new kid came in and came over to you "hows the flowers? they looked pretty just like you" he said while smirking

you wanted to kill him, so gross, you said it was okay and told him he didnt need to all of that because you already have kyle , and you wanna know what this boy had to say? he just smiled looked at kyle and said "well lets fight for y/n then kyle"

kyle wasnt about to fight anyone and refused, (although he almost jumped that man right there and then) and guess what the new kid called him a chicken!! "OOO FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" "shut the fuck up fattass"

before kyle could say anything in return mr garrison came and told everyone to sit down, during the whole class the two of them were glaring at each other.

lunch came and you Wendy bebe and the other girls went to have lunch tgt, all of the sudden butters burst through the canteen doors and yelled "FIGHTT, KYLES ABOUT TO FIGHT THE NEW KID"

you were shocked and asked butters what happened, he just said that after lunch the new kid challenged kyle and now their fighting

going out to the playground you saw a big group of people and saw glimpses of kyle and the new kid fighting, luckily you came in to break the fight apart (bc tbh kyle would've lost that fight)

kyle was sent to detention with the new kid which was stupid bc that would just cause another fight, you sneaked kyle out bc tbh the teacher was sleeping and could care less, kyle was now inside your room getting treated by you, you told him it was stupid to fight over you like that

in his defense the new kid was irritating him sm he couldn't hold it in, you reassured him that you already threw away the flowers and loved only him

after that you two cuddled and talked shit about the new kid tgt <33

eric cartman

at first he didnt care when the new kid would play with you on the playground, would laugh so hard with you, always gave you gifts, being by your side 24/7, being extra touchy with you, not paying attention in class and even having inside jokes tgt!! ..... or maybe it did bother him..

as time went on you were spending way more time with the new kid than him, he was so mad. he wanted to rip every bone from the new kids body, you told cartman that you thought of the new kid as your close friend and nothing more and he believed you but wbt the new kid? what did he thought of you??

cartman approached him and asked tons of questions abt you, the new kid knew you two had smthn and decided to play with cartman saying he liked you and wanted to date you but oh no he shouldnt have said that, the new kid was well obviously new so he didnt know what cartman was capable of

that night cartman went to the new kids house and saw he had a dog (sorry guys 😞) cartman made a very obscure plan to kill the dog and put a note next to the corpse "never ever touch her again"

for two days the new kid didnt come to school and you texted him but he didnt reply, the third day he came to school his eyes were puffed up and he looked scared and nervous, when he made eye contact with cartman he flinched and got scared you were curious but thought nothing cz most kids were scared of cartman

the new kid was distance to you and tbh you were pretty sad but you didn't care and was back to your usual self hanging out with cartman and the gang,

cartman couldnt be happier ;)

[foranpo]

ੈ˚★ the shock of reality.

@pistoletrose asked: Hello love <3 I just discovered your blog and instantly fell in love with your BDS headcanons, they were written so beautifully my words don't do justice fr. if this is okay can i request something? Scenario: Akutagawa getting recruited by PM fem reader (instead of Dazai) She is not as harsh, genuinenly treats him with care, thus shaping him into someone not as bitter and also making him fall for her romantically. Really hope you'd accept my request and if not, totally fine <;3 much love

fandom: b.s.dogs.

character: akutagawa.

reader: gn!

genre: drabble.

content: alcohol, reverse comfort, fluff.

word count: 970.

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On that hot summer night, none of you could guess what future was written in your stars.

“Hey, Aku…” your voice left your mouth in a hoarse whisper, soaked by the alcohol you held in the glass.

Akutagawa looked at you. Yearning for you to continue, Akutagawa placed his glass, still full, on the counter and waited; letting the sounds of the bar invade his ears, Akutagawa patiently waited for your voice to stand out among all the noise in the background, soothing his ears, calming his anxious heart.

You took another sip of the acidic drink you had in the glass, letting it burn your throat and set fire to the words that screamed to come out. When your stomach felt comforted by the false relieve of the alcohol, you placed the empty glass on the counter and faced Akutagawa.

“When you met me… Did you imagine we would get here?”

Of all the simulations that took place in Akutagawa's mind in that small space of seconds, the words that came out of you were not included in his calculations. You shocked him. Without any mercy.

“Here…?”

“Hm…” a pause, a request for a new drink, a nervousness growing in Akutagawa. “Our partnership. Do you think it would reach this level?”

“Level of…?”

You snorted, a little tired of all the slowness of Akutagawa, a little frustrated with the alcohol's difficulty in cheering you up.

It was a simple question, something extremely basic that could be answered in a matter of seconds –and Akutagawa simply lengthened it, taking the syllables of the question and dragging it out with intonations that were too interrogative to be declared answers.

Answers.

Answer.

What answer?

Yes, you managed to gain the courage to interrogate Akutagawa with that little question that had settled in the back of your head; but the confidence one gains from the alcoholic elixir is quickly stripped away by the reality of the answer. An answer that you didn't have yet. An answer that made you nervous.

“When I met you, I couldn’t imagine myself beyond that month.”

Akutagawa responded in a long whisper, finally rejecting the drink you had offered him at the beginning of the night, always looking down. Without looking at you. Without ever looking at you –that was Akutagawa.

“How so?”

You turned your body in the chair and looked at him, searching your partner's nervous posture for any hint that could decipher the enigma that was Akutagawa.

“I thought they wanted me dead.”

“Who…”

“The Mafia. That they wanted to get rid of me.”

“Why would you think that?”

And there it was, the shock of reality capable of lifting those who had luxuriated in a bed made of strong, cold drinks.

“Because I wasn’t good enough. Not at first, I mean” you looked at Akutagawa in confusion, the same expression as always on his face: indifference. There wasn't a single expression in Akutagawa, not since you met him, in those woods, alone, afraid, without any hope of existing. “Before we were partners.”

“Aku… I came to you because I believed in your potential.”

Your drink has somehow found the clean surface of the counter, your hands now resting gently on your companion's arms. “Do you really believe I would recruit you if you weren’t good enough?”

“But I failed. Several times.”

“In training,” you let out a small heartfelt laugh that was quickly caught by Akutagawa’s ears; it seemed like you were enticing him, instigating your partner's curiosity –after all, what was so funny?

And Akutagawa looked at you. Seduced by your laugh, totally fascinated by the faint melody you created in the middle of that conversation, Akutagawa looked at you. And you were smiling. Waiting for Akutagawa, waiting for his look, you were smiling.

“You never failed me on missions. That’s why I chose you to be my partner.”

Akutagawa was ready to refuse your speech, gently shaking his head before looking down again, feeling your hands slide down his arms and grabbing his hands.

A new pause, a request for serenity in his heart, a nervousness growing in you.

“I have always been proud of your work. Of you.”

And there it was, the shock of reality capable of accommodating those who never believed in themselves. The words that Akutagawa swore he would never hear in his life, much less from you, were pronounced with the sweetness of your voice, soaked in a strong acid that still remained on the tips of your lips –but, even manipulated by alcohol, the words never stopped being said, being felt, by his partner, by you.

“It’s not your mistakes that define you,” you caressed Akutagawa’s palm, him shrinking even more to divert all the attention from his eyes red with joy. “Your successes are saved in your record. And I couldn't be happier for you. You've come so far. You did so much…”

A hiccup.

Your speech was interrupted by a sob from Akutagawa. Something involuntary, in reality, but it was still audible to you, and your smile never left your face.

You stood up quickly, bringing your body closer to Akutagawa's, and, without any warning or permission, you held his face and laid it on your chest, stifling the waves of sobs that invaded Akutagawa, hiding his red face from everyone.

A safe haven. In the midst of all that reality, that chaos, a response to Akutagawa's insecurity.

And he grabbed your shirt. Squeezing it with all his strength, crushing the chaste fabric, Akutagawa used your shirt to muffle the screams that wanted to come out of him, the joy, the satisfaction, the delight of being seen, of being noticed, burning his throat, the sobs dying at your words, the crying intensifying with your confirmation.

“I’m proud of you and your entire journey.”

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Okay time for the liveblogging of real life in order (liveblogging life SMP call that lifeblogging) I have never done this b4 be easy on me

Grian

I've already watched his perspective at like 5 in the morning but heyyyyy nothing wrong with rewatching with added non sleep deprived commentary but also not really memories of what I originally thought watching this too :^))

I remember being so stunned they called it real life and the anatomically correct heart 🫀tickled my funny bone heeheehoo hahaha

Thought when grian said replay 3rd life I thought they'd reenact it 😭

We live in a society taxes man (I could ramble about it)

GRIAN IRL FACE!!!

has anyone fell over btw?

No lie that B can BIG

Reminds me of slimecicle jshitt and traves VR Minecraft where Travis got progressively shorter what a laugh

Does Scott ever see his scream

Is it take the Mick or take the nick love that idiom

RENDOG!

Scar looks like a child doing that thing

Awww hug

ABUSE

scar take the headset off dzuh 🫀🫀🫀

Grian literally me balance issues

Yugioh????

I called it, scar would say he's American 😎

I'm eating dinner while watching this at the same time what fun w

Giran called solidaritygaming jimmy no way + he died first fr this time + loud "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Perfectly timed his mic peaking is iconic

Ha haa!

He ear him bread

Really putting the mine in craft for Minecraft

reminds me of secret life EP 4 and scar is sweaty

*scar noises*

How did scar drop his phone???

Check your wrist? More like check your a- (tom cardy référence)

I love the way VR makes you hit stuff goofy

Can you run in game if you irl

(watch him die)

Haha he died

Why Jim is he sabotaging him

Jim Jim Jim gym gym

Doesn't Jim die here oh LMFAO he does

Jimmy you are famous to me

(scout voice) Chicken

How did scar die???

I love how vr makes them expressive Jim pointing to village house is so funny

There's only one bed

Wtf is happening in top right corner in 9min 30 sec

Ayyyyy there's grian the maniac love the casual position of the arms

Last life you can join me moment

Egg

Grian gaslighting

Jimmy you wanna dance quote of the year

PvP is so silly

Skizz is fighting a losing battle Jim killed him icon

I love how grian and Jim's yells overlap there's probably something music theory there idk

Awww scar he's so funny

Go pick him up from daycare haha

Facing away from the camera we live in a society

OHHHHH impulse big smart man Jimmy's arm movements are so smooth it's solly

Jimmy immediately leaving for fish cocomelon brain I agree

Love the arm movements

Lol they actually like down

It's okay grian scuffed is worth celebrating

Has anyone layed on their side

Friend just texted me about my monologue what am I doing man I have an audition tomorrow

Anyway Minecraft vr

The lying down model inventory so goofy

Rewatching the bread scene no wonder tumblr loves it looks like Jim jam actually has a mouth 👄

Impulsesv guess the build sheep flashbacks

Best sleepover

Polyamorous tony (died)

Sleepover reminds me of crazy Christmas w/gem and pearl

Grown men learn how to close doors

Minecraft fatshaming grian smh my head

Man thought it was more than Joel there + o2 max(xing) scar love it (i use maxxing ironically) (it's such a stupid suffix to me linguistically funny) (I hate incels) (don't cancel me tumblr) (I love all genders)

Two steps: die, and die

Jimmy isn't on fire??

Casual "it burns so much!" Love it

Wait right Jim still has a wooden sword

Joel Joel Joel Joel you know that one part in waiting for Godot where they just go back and forth in saying aideu yeah

So silly

Jim saying get in British people man

"noffing" - joel is it a British thing

Love Joel screaming he's so malding

Just remembered how scary heights are in VR because I thought for a second "why don't they jump down? are they stupid?" (Meme Reference) (Didn't actually think that) ("Stupid" is kinda stupid but I digress)

Hole

Boob stroke

Does scar enjoy the swimming

Why *does* swimming cause motion sickness anyway

Why bucket scar (this is a bucket)

Brain eating amoeba

GOON SQUAD!!!

Love Grian's arm movements I really did thonk Jim was gonna win for the funnies

He says come here weirdly

The joy of killing

Is Jim punching

It's okay hiking simulation

Go Jim go what a gamer boy

I remember the triple dog door dugout is like... Gem's? Joel's? Uhhhh I fotgor

Concussion era

Fresh meat

I just love their dynamics

JIM STOP SOUNDING LIKE THAT it's like his eyes are 🥺 and his mouth is boowomp spongebob like he's got tears in eyes scrimblo sounding ass

Ohhh there's my favourite theatre kids

'orrible

Joel saying boys make me happy

Wait that can misinterpreted

Joel saying "boys" sounds pleasant to my ears

I remember watching this part and going GRIAN FIRST OUT HUH???

awww the funnies

Love the way gem says "we're the last Grians. Grians? Greens!" It's like... Spunky

Grian falling reminds me of my scuffed keyboard when it registers a button press as a hold and then I like never stop walking right *sigh*

The downward spiral by nine inch nials

Ascending is TRUE watcher lore

Oh the music is so cute

Bye scar! Bye Joel!

Okay never let me liveblog cook again i kinda listened to the vid instead of watching reading this does not make sense to anyone but me reference hell half formulated thoughts RIP BOZO HAHA

Maybe I'll like do it in 5 mins chunks for JJJJJJoel and the next ones onward I spent like an hour on this wayyyyy too long for incomplete sentences

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[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Chapter 6

Credits:chos_1129 on Instagram for the headline art.

Pairing: Miguel x reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think), child care (fluff) and a little bit of angst

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

Pairing: Miguel x reader

For previous or future chapters check out masterlist.

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After devouring last night's overtime fee, you started to prepare some supplies so you could keep them at hand after that you started to check out the new microhematocrit centrifuge you purchased with the company’s card so you could run some anemia tests, you suspected many spider people suffered this condition due to poor nutrition and lack of sleep.

You pulled up some blood tests you had in the fridge and look at the machine in front of you.

After some seconds of thought, you concluded that you didn’t know how to operate this machine, and you didn’t remember your lab testing classes since your specialty didn’t require it much. To your bad luck, your bots that usually took care of this job were busy digitalizing some handwritten patient charts.

You were too occupied trying to figure out how the machine worked that you failed to notice a large figure creeping into the room, you only noticed its presence when you felt its aura tower behind you.

-“Need a hand?”-Questioned a well-known husky voice while he looked down at you.

As you turned around your nose almost met with Miguel’s chest, due to this you quickly inhaled his scent; your nose picked up the same odor from his car mixed with a mint soap. You took a step back to create some personal space but that made your back bump against the lab table, soon your gaze captured Miguel dressed in a black t-shirt that hung tight on his biceps paired with cargo pants the same color. This amazing view made you a little flustered, how were you supposed to act cool when such a handsome man was seducing each one of your senses?

You quickly regained your stance and smirked at him and replied to him in a mocking tone.

-“What do you know about this?”

“-A lot, actually.”- He replied while opening up a hidden lid in the centrifuge before organizing the four blood samples diagonal to each other, as he finished doing this he put the lid back on so he could then move the knobs skillfully which lead to the machine started to work like magic to your eyes.-“what would your patients say if they knew their dear nurse doesn’t know how to operate a simple centrifuge. To save you the embarrassment I’ll keep quiet, it’ll be our little secret.”

You looked back at Miguel who was grinning like that was the best comeback of the century, unbeknownst to you his smile was partially because he could help you out to compensate for last night's care.

You decided to continue playing along with his game.

-“Didn’t know they taught how to operate lab machines at spider camp.”

He let out an unamused chuckle and replied.

-“I might have to report you to HR for belittling me, lll let you know that I used to work as a Geneticist; so give me some credit .”

-“Wait we have Hr?”-You questioned.

-“I am HR.”

Your eyes glared at him unimpressed.

-“Somebody got up on the right side of the bed today. Anyway, I know you keeping my darkest secret isn’t gonna come out for free so what can I help you with ”- You joked while returning to your duties.

Soon Miguel’s face returned to the serious Expression you were used to.

-“I need you to remove my splint, there’s probably going to be some anomalies that need my attention today and the foil from the splint is messing up some features from My suit.”

Your heart sank a little when you noticed he didn’t come to visit you, he came only to be able to exercise his duty without any impediments even if it meant tossing your advice to the side.

-“I am not gonna do that Miguel, you may ask another healthcare provider to do it for you but I don’t want anything that could happen to you to be on my conscience.”-You calmly said in a monotone voice.

Miguel took a step back and crossed his arms while tilting his head to the side, “No” was a word that he was not used to hearing; he hoped you ignored his blank stare while he figure out how to erase that god-awful word from your vocabulary.

-“No…?”

-“No.”

-“Why not, it’s not like it’s your business anyway.”- He coldly argued.

You turned your neck in a snap in reaction to the return of his rude attitude, you glared at him in disbelief. You thought you were starting to get close but you quickly realized that Miguel was not a man of friends.

-“I’m not even gonna waste my breath answering that. Please leave my infirmary If that’s all you’re gonna request.”

-“You really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?”

Before you almost opened your mouth to start a quarrel Peter Parker walked in a hurry with mayday climbing on his head.

-“Hey Buddy! Why aren’t you answering your watch, Jessica needs some help on Earth 9214. Some sort of jumbo octopus.”

Miguel proceeded to scrunch his nose in confusion.

-“That's strange it didn’t beep at all, I guess you’ll have to lend me your mask cause someone’s being a brat and won’t let me do my job.”

Peter looked at him with a microscopic smile.

One tap.

Two taps.

6 Taps.

Nothing.

Miguel’s watch didn’t respond , it acted like it had been frozen, Miguel called Lyla through Peter’s watch to get to the bottom of this accident, the strawberry blonder eccentrically explained that watches with too much use have a chance of malfunctioning when not properly being able to download a new upgrade, hence the reason of this shut down of communications of other feature.

-“Oh no, what should we do now?”- cried out Peter in fake agony.

-“Are you a witch or something? I bet you have something to do with this.”-Murmured Miguel while he glared at you; trying to work his gadget you resigned to giving him the ugliest stare possible.

Lyla gave him a side eye, artificially nervous that he may catch onto them and make her dress in a hideous uniform, so she decided to meddle in the argument a bit before he realizes she froze his watches because Peter convinced her that if he got a break he would stop being such a pain in the ass.

-“Well I guess it can’t be helped! Guess I gotta go, keep an eye on Mayday will ya.”- Peter threw the baby at Miguel with full certainty that he would catch her then Peter disappeared with Lyla in a blink of a portal.

You looked over at the pink-cheeked baby with hair as fiery as her personality, the little girl traced Miguel's cheekbones while poking his nostril and some other random parts of his face which made your heart soften.

-“If you want you can leave her with me, you don’t look like a kid's kinda guy.”-you murmured this out not forgetting how rude he was to you earlier.

-“That kinda guy or not, you shouldn’t betray a parent's trust if they leave you in care of their most prized being, so you best believe I’m not letting her out of my sight until he gets back.”-He responded while fixing the collar on maydays shirt.

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After three hours of heavy-duty child care you and Miguel left your differences behind, it was time for Mayday’s mid-day nap but she wouldn’t sleep even tho she wouldn’t stop yawning and rubbing her eyes.

-“If we don’t get her to bed in half an hour, she’s gonna be an inconsolable cranky mess by the looks of it.”- You warned.

—“Let's turn the lights off, maybe that’ll make her sleepy.”

As soon as the lights came off Miguel positioned Mayday's head on her should while he slowly patted her back, his mouth let out a song made out of soft sh shhhh.

You felt bad for misjudging him earlier, you finally accepted that he was a man of responsibility but he didn’t acknowledge that stampeding over anyone to fulfill his duty was truly not the best option. Your heart melted at such cute sight; I mean it’s a small baby and a big man, how were you supposed to resist???

He walked around the room hoping the bounce of his steps would help rock the baby better, Mayday was on the brink of slumber she just needed a final step to fall asleep.

You brainstormed what could finally push her to sleep, and suddenly an idea came to you. You ran out of the infirmary looking for peters bag in the lockers, finally, you found a dark red tote baby bag which contained what you were looking for, some formula and a bottle.

After a few minutes you managed to get back to the infirmary in silence, you signaled to Miguel to lay her down on the bed, and after he did you gave her the bottle which she held down on her own, when she was halfway through bottle her sucking slowed down to end up stopping, with this you realized she finally fell asleep.

You and Miguel’s back physically relaxed, he gave you a thumbs up before being two stools from the desk near Mayday’s bed so you could both keep an eye on her while she slept.

-“You did pretty well today.”- You let out a warm smile.

-“Only doing my job.”- He joked.

-“I didn’t know you were good with kids sorry I miss judged you.”

-“For better or for worse; I’m a box of surprises, I don’t blame you I wasn’t as cordial as I could be today, I’m just not used to people looking out for me. That’s all.”

-“Guess we will be getting to know each other a lot from now on.”

-“You want to learn about me?”- He questioned with a small grin.

-“Why not? Here let’s do a dynamic, I ask you a question then you’ll ask me a question.”

-“Sure, but only because I’m burning time.”

You laid your head on the bed after asking Miguel the dumbest question known to humankind which he shortly responded with a lengthy reply.

In the middle of his storytelling, he noticed you fell asleep, he went to the storage room and brought down a blanket so he could lay on your back while you dozed off, he wanted to stay up and keep guard but after seeing you sleep so peacefully while taking a long deep breath, so Miguel decided to give himself a break and lay his head right next to yours so he could use his arm as a pillow.

Before he knew it he rested his eyes and fell asleep, for the next hour you two laid face to face; enjoying the silence and the contrast of each other’s warmth with the cool breeze of the air conditioner

That hour Miguel slept with all the tranquility and peace of the world.

A/n: another day another slay.literally 2 weeks felt

like a week sorry , love y’all kiss kiss 💋

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Lost & Found - Chapter Twenty.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen

Words - 3,699

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

Hot kisses peppered her spine, the wet drag of a tongue evoking a flush of goose pimples, her butt grasped in the hard grip of two big, tattooed hands. Using his knees, he pushed her legs further apart, the hard press of his cock sinking into her slowly, his body blanketing hers completely.  

The feel of chiselled muscles moving across the contours of her back, coupled with the grip of his hands at her waist sent her reeling into heady bliss, forgetting how tired she was from the fact that the early hours had consisted of little more than cat naps around a marathon of sex.  

Everything had gone from an all-out hungered display of sexual greed to extreme slow burn, both still a little dreamy from sleep, the ebullient flush of tingles from the scraping of his cock against her walls waking them with gleaming pleasure. Nothing was hurried, everything slow and warm, the sexual equivalent of a sumptuously slow drip of honey, sweet and indulgent, both trembling their way to orgasm at a pace that barely even shifted up in tempo. 

“You scrambled my brain, I just came so fucking hard,” she panted, her voice muffled from the crumpled linens beneath her. “Mother Mary, that was so hot.” He didn’t reply, his breaths hot at the side of her neck, Emma turning her head. “Are you okay?” 

“So damned pussy drunk, I can’t... speak.”  

She giggled, feeling him pull from her slowly, shuddering a little and placing a kiss between her shoulders, lying down on his back beside her. When he did finally speak, though, it was with words she didn’t expect to hear.  

“If all of this goes south, and I don’t think that it will necessarily, but if it does, we go to Mexico. I love my club, but not enough to be a sitting fucking duck, waiting for the Romano crime family to rain hellfire upon us. Yeah, the club will try and fight it, but Lombardi, he won’t play by the rules. 

“Him and his guys won’t just turn up one day to battle it out, I can bet. He’ll pick us off one by one, we won’t see it coming, and I ain’t about waiting for that. If it was just me then maybe, cuz’ I know this is what I signed up for and club comes first, but I can’t have that. I can’t have my last dying thought being that I’ll be gone and you’ll be alone and in danger again. That’s not happening on my watch, Em.” 

She shuffled closer to him, resting her chin on his chest. “You’ve been thinking about this, huh?” He nodded, his fingers weaving into her hair, stroking swirls against her scalp. “To be honest, he wouldn’t pick you off one by one. His methods of dispatch for more than one person tend to favour fire or explosions. There was a street gang in the Bronx who’d ripped him off a few years ago, and his retaliation was to blow up the bar they were all regulars at. He wiped them out entirely. No negotiations, no nothing. Boom, gone.” 

He leaned to kiss her forehead, his hand stroking her thigh where it rested across his hips. “That ain’t gonna be us. I fucking love you way too much for that to be us.” 

“I love you, too.” Her whispered words preceded her resting her cheek to his chest, stroking the hard muscles beneath the heavily tattooed skin, wondering if it would indeed come to that. While they lay curled up together, Lee and Gilly were once again stationed down in the bar, the former enjoying the very good quality fresh coffee while the latter despaired a little. 

“What? You and that fuckin’ face, Gilberto!” 

He shook with silent laughter, sighing. “You, over caffeinated, again!” 

She was nonchalant, taking another sip. “It’s damned good coffee! I gotta find what beans they use. Really aromatic, full of flavour, tastes fuckin’ great!” 

“I’d say they dip ‘em in fucking energy drink, from how jazzed out you get from drinking it.” She’d done forty lengths in the pool the previous evening, and still returned to the room a little wired. He managed to talk her into switching to herbal tea after an hour, Lee sipping the beverage as she looked out into the lobby, her eyes scanning for anyone of the Italian American persuasion while Gilly went to use the restroom. 

“I’m onto you, you know.” 

Spinning around on the barstool, she raised an eyebrow at the guy who was setting up for the day, drying the dishwasher fresh glasses. “Excuse me?” 

He leaned closer, nodding over her shoulder. “I sussed you out, why you and your guy were sitting here all day yesterday, watching the lobby.” She made her best puzzled face, the guy setting the glass down before he continued. “You guys are mafia geeks, right? Hoping to get a glimpse at Rocco Lombardi?” 

Lee’s mouth twitched, the man giving her the perfect explanation without even realising it. She held up her hands, feigning bashfulness. “Ahh, you got me! Yeah, my husband and I are really into all of that, total mob nerds, man. We only knew he was here because we overheard somebody else talking about recognising him!”  

“I knew it!” She let him have his triumph, Lee watching as he picked up the next glass, continuing wiping it down with the soft cloth in his hand. “He’s out at the moment, hit the golf course at eight this morning, but to save you from having to sit here and wait around all day, I can call you when he comes back? I really shouldn’t, and you can’t tell anyone, but from one geek to another, I’ll do you a little solid. He always calls in an order for sandwiches and coffee to be laid out here in the bar for him and his friends after they’d played a round, so once he has, I’ll call you.” 

“For real?” she beamed, the man winking. “Oh my god, I’m so excited! I’m gonna get to see a real gangster in the flesh, wow! We do all the stuff, you know, mob museums, mafia tours in New York and Chicago, wow! This is amazing!”  

She hammed up the part of enthusiastic mob fan so well that the guy didn’t suspect her as anything less even for a moment, taking her cell number and promising to call in around four hours, the estimated time it would take for Lombardi and his associates to play eighteen holes out on the course.  

“C’mon, we’re outta here!” She announced when Gilly arrived back, the big man looking puzzled. “We got the hook up, guy behind the bar things we’re mafia geeks, so he’s calling me once Lombardi is on his way back from the golf course. Until then, we’re hitting the spa. My fuckin’ pores need a good steaming, and I bet you wouldn’t say no to a massage.” 

He was about to complain, until he thought of the relaxation benefits of such. “Just don’t be getting them to put any mud or stuff on me. I ain’t down with that.”  

Lee being Lee, she did manage to talk him into lying in a large mud bath for half an hour, Gilly complaining for the entire duration. He wasn’t about to let anyone know how much he enjoyed it, though. He had a street cred to consider.  

Just over four and a half hours later, and Clinton, aka the eagle-eyed bartender called, Lee and Gilly hot footing it back to sit and watch, ordering themselves burgers for lunch, which were definitely fancier than anything they were used to. A caramelised onion jus with black truffle mayonnaise were the kind of toppings you’d get looked at as if you were crazy if you requested them within Santo Padre.  

While they ate, she sent Emma a text telling her to be ready in case there was a moment Vincent returned to his room, figuring it best she be on standby. All the while, Lee stole little glances at the table, Emma’s story flitting through her brain, her foot beginning to shake as she expended the angry energy being in such close proximity to the man who’d hurt her friend had stirred. She wondered how many of them at that table had raped her, chewing her fries angrily, Gilly reading it clearly.  

He reached to grasp her arm, eyes widening a little. “Calm it down, dude. I got enough to worry about with the thought that Guero might fly off the handle at any given fucking moment and go pop a couple of bullets in the back of his head, without you gunning for him too,” he whispered quietly, Lee clenching her jaw.  

“Can’t help it. That scumbag took her life from her, man. I ain’t gonna do anything, but fuckin’ fuck, the things I could do to him, given half the fuckin’ chance.”  

Gilly was given no time to reply, Vincent and a couple of others standing, the former announcing that he was going to change before joining them all down by the outdoor pool. Now was her chance. Sliding from her seat, she moved across the bar and out into the lobby, waiting behind him for the elevator. He and the two men stood chatting about birdies and things being under par, golf jargon Lee neither understood nor cared about, the elevator arriving.  

“Hey, Mario,” Vincent spoke, halting the man when he stepped forward. “Where’s your goddamned manners?” He then turned to nod right at Lee. “Let the lady on first. After you, ma’am.” 

She smiled politely, thanking him, pressing the button for the third floor. His floor. Mario and the other man with them pressed for the second, the doors gliding closed, the men still conversing about their game before they got off, leaving just her and Vincent.  

Looking straight ahead, she saw his outline in the brushed metal doors turn to view her, her heart leaping in her chest, although she had no clue why. He couldn’t see inside of her head.  

“I gotta say it, hon. Tattooed women have never been my thing, but your arms are beautiful. Like an entire gallery etched onto your skin. Those swans and roses? Exquisite, incredible art you got there.”  

She bit her tongue, surprising the urge to come out with her usual snipe, something along the lines of her not giving a shit whether or not her appearance met anyone else’s approval, smiling and thanking him as the elevator stopped. Vincent remained gentlemanly, gesturing for her to step out first. Striding down the hallway, he tailed off about halfway along, entering his room, Lee pulling out her cell and racing around the corner to hide, calling Emma. 

“We fuckin’ have lift off, he’s in his room, third floor. Get your ass up here, sunshine. I’ll keep watch, make sure nobody comes to him.”  

Emma’s heart was catapulted into her mouth, ending the call and getting up, sliding her feet into her shoes and pulling her wig and glasses back on, feeling her stomach tingling unpleasantly.  

“Hey, I’m gonna be with you the entire time, it’s alright,” Guero reassured her, kissing her head before they left the room, placing a protective arm around her. As soon as they walked into the lobby, her body began to tremble, being able to see into the bar area, catching a glimpse of him, the man who had caused her so much pain and trauma for the two decades she’d lived under his rule, her heart jackrabbiting against her ribs, feeling a little lightheaded.  

Moving to the elevator, she was relieved it was already there on the ground floor, the doors sliding open instantly once the button was pushed. She remained silent for their short ride up, her hand clenched tightly upon Guero’s.  

“Whatever happens, we’re gonna be fine, alright?” he spoke, holding the doors once they arrived on the third floor. “I love you, and I ain’t gonna let anything bad happen to you, you hear me?” 

She nodded, gulping. “I do.”  

Exiting, Emma looked to the room numbers upon the doors, her mouth going dry as she counted them down. Three zero three, three zero four, five, six... three zero seven. Hearing a psst sound, she looked up to see Lee’s head around the corner about ten rooms along, giving them the thumbs up before she hid once more. Keeping the watch was a smart move, she thought.  

Emma reached, pausing before her knuckles softly rapped upon the door, her entire body tingly and light with nerves. Honestly, how she didn’t pass out was anybody’s guess, feeling the tumult rise like a tide within her, the door opening to reveal the face of a man she hadn’t seen in close to a year. He looked confused for a second, Emma removing her sunglasses, smiling thinly. 

Taking her in, Vincent’s eyes widened in utter astonishment, shock hitting him sharply. “For the love of the goddamned holy ghost, I thought you were dead.” Scanning the hallway, he then jerked his head back. “Get inside, before anybody sees you.”  

As soon as the door closed, he was on her with questions, the tall Sicilian resting his hands to his hips. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even know I was here, kid? Your mother, Emma... she’s been going insane, thinking what we’ve all by nature assumed, that Rocco had you whacked.” 

He was the only man within their world who knew of the close bond between her and Marie, Emma revealing that she thought of her as her mom to him in the times they’d spent talking, times where he should have been between her legs, but never was.  

“Mom knows I’m safe,” she began, Vincent touching a gentle hand to her arm, gesturing with the other to the table on the other side of his spacious mini suite. “I reached out to her a few months ago. Forgive her for not telling you that, but...” 

Vincent waved his hand, shaking his head before adjusting his pants and taking a seat. “Forget about it, I know, nothing to forgive. She wanted to keep you safe, so of course she didn’t wanna tell nobody. Not even me.” He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Christ, kid. You look good. You look well. At last.” 

She nodded in acknowledgement, relaxing a little. “Thank you. Anyway, as to why I’m here, I think my guy here can explain that for you. He’s a member of the MC running your heroin.” 

Vincent’s eyes moved straight to him, sat on high alert, chin lifted, unblinking, unflinching. A hand was extended in his direction, Guero cool in his reaction to it. “Vincent Calabrese, but I’m guessing you know that already.” He took in his demeanour, a distinct unwillingness to return the gesture. “Relax, tough guy.” Eventually, Guero shook the hand offered to him, Vincent continuing. “I always thought the world of this one here. Trust me, pal. If I could have gotten her outta there, I woulda.”  

“Guero Ortiz. It counts for a lot with me, that you never touched her when you could have, but that doesn’t mean ain’t suspicious of anybody close to Lombardi,” he stated carefully, Vincent nodding deeply.  

“Naturally, naturally,” he repeated. “So, this explanation?”  

Guero began to speak, Emma interjecting every so often, Vincent’s eyes flitting between them as he took in everything they were telling him, small nods and ‘umhm’ sounds here and there but other than that, giving absolutely nothing away. Her heart hammered with nerves, feeling her arms begin to tremble, trying desperately to supress them.  

“So yeah, with EZ’s assistance, you’d be primed to take the spot we all feel you were always destined to land in, the heroin keeps moving, but no tiny consignment. I get that you’re gonna need time to think about it,” Guero finished, Vincent closing his eyes for a second, standing slowly, walking over to the corner of the suite.  

Guero’s hand slipped to the waistband of his jeans, feeling the cool metal of his gun against his fingertips as he readied himself. All Vincent went to prepare was three glasses and a very expensive bottle of vodka, bringing them back to the table. He poured three large measures, sliding two of the glasses over the polished mahogany, picking up his own. 

His fingers curled around the cut crystal, lifting the glass aloft. “Tell Ezekiel that potentially, he has a deal. I don’t know how much you understand about our world, but to take out a boss, we gotta take it to The Commission. What that means is that we gotta have the approval from one of the other five families to take him out. Sometimes it can be sought after a hit, make it okay and all, but respect dictates that to be proper, you should seek it first. Trust me when I say that Rocco is so antagonistic, I doubt this’ll be an issue. Especially if we’re not directly making the hit, merely sanctioning it.”  

Emma’s eyes widened. “So, this disapproval of child trafficking runs that deep, huh? I always thought it was just you.”  

Vincent sunk the contents of his glass, his lips thinning for a moment, refilling it and gesturing that she should drink up, Guero downing his, too. “No, hon. Not just me. Others and I within the organisation have been quietly concerned for some time, just how loud Rocco is becoming. By loud, I mean the positions he’s putting us all in, the risks and yeah, we do run that, of course we fucking do by the very nature of the men we are. Trust me, there’s been talk of having him whacked.” 

He then looked to Guero, seeming to address him more with his next words. “The world of the tiny consignment is not one that myself and others ever wanted to meander into. Like I told this one here many years ago, it’s an affront to god, and while by no means are my hands clean, that is a dirt a man can never remove from himself. Children are innocent, and I’d never fucking sully myself like that, should the choice be mine alone to make. It’s why I never laid a hand on her when she was offered to me. I might be a lot of things some might find unsavoury, but not for nothing, I ain’t a fucking rapist.  

“That’s what happens to half these fucking kids, too. Sold into the sex trade, little girls even younger than Emma was when she was snatched, living the hell of being a child concubine. It turns my stomach. I want us out of it, and believe me, so do many other notable men. It ain’t just the vulgarity of it, it’s the risk. Our operations don’t need no more heat, know what I mean?” 

“Listen, whether it be by god’s divine grace, sheer dumb luck or fortune, I’m actually staying on in California after this little guy’s break. My youngest kid, she goes to college out here, so my wife is joining me up in Los Angeles. I’d appreciate a face to face with your president prior to that happening. I’d like to even out every last detail. You’ll have a definite answer within the next two weeks.”  

Satisfied by his reply, Guero stood, pulling out his phone and going across the suite to call EZ, his eyes on Emma the entire time. Vincent picked up on it, turning to her with a small smile. “He’s protective, that one.”  

“Very much so,” she confirmed, Vincent then shaking his head with a long sigh. 

“God in heaven, kid. How’d you fucking do it, huh? How’d you get all the way out here? He had us looking everywhere for you, although we all thought that was a front and that he’d shot you, for whatever reason he might’a had.”  

She shared her story with him, Vincent looking honestly horrified over her ordeal, interjecting at various points with little whispers of ‘Jesus in heaven’ or ’for the love of god’ every so often, listening intently.  

“All of this, ain’t gonna be a problem for you much longer. This I fucking promise. That man, he’s a liability now, far from how his father - may he rest - taught him to handle our endeavours. Stand on me, kid. This all goes away soon.”  

She stood, Vincent opening his arms, giving her a little hug, telling her how good she looked and how happy he was to see her well, thriving in her new life.  

She left the hotel room with the same caution she had upon arriving in it, taking the stairs back down to the ground floor, just in case. It was with elevation in her heart, though, and a new confidence that come a couple of weeks, things would be fine. That same confidence shone through as they left the hotel a day later, her insides feeling gleamed by the deal they’d managed to put in motion. She just had to hope that Vincent got a favourable result when taking it to The Commission. 

Guero took the first driving stint, returning to the back of the car after three and a half hours, Emma resting her head down on his lap, looking up at him with a smile. She seemed much more unburdened, the fear that had been pushed to the very forefront of her being on the way up there now lessened with the hope that one day soon, she’d be free of it entirely.  

It was as if the shadow she’d been living under had been banished by a sudden burst of light, Emma reaching to stroke his face, mouthing “I love you” to him, Guero beaming, leaning to kiss her. He noticed all that and more, the tiny details of her demeanour that looked so different to him now. 

It was just a pity that none of them noticed the dark car that followed along at a distance behind them for the duration of the journey home.  

[peppermint-toads]

𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 this is gonna be slowwwww burn. and it’s the first thing i’ve written in a long time so go easy on me, also i still don't have a title for this

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 pregnant reader, reader is really struggling like fr, eventual smut just not in this chapter, bleeding! reader is spotting but nothing is wrong she is just stressed, visit to the hospital, 1.3k

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 eddie moves to another dingy little town in south carolina and works at a dingy little grocery store where he meets you! a pregnant twenty something year old.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘

“Darla, what do you want?”

Darla wasn’t a terrible girl. Her eyeshadow was just too blue, her perfume made you want to vomit, and the way she smacked her gum gave you a headache. That was all.

“Table fourteen is askin’ for ya’.” She smirked, looking you up and down. You knew what Darla thought about you. 

“And he’s real handsome, so if you don’t go over there, I will.”

Handsome? Not a lot of handsome men came into the diner, mostly old timers and truck drivers. 

The man in the booth had his menu folded out and blocking his face. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Oh hi, what a coincidence!” He grinned, letting the plastic menu flop down onto the table, his cocktail napkin fluttering off the table for a brief moment. 

“How did you—” 

“Easy. You were wearing your uniform yesterday. And I was just so overtaken with guilt last night, I could barely sleep, you see. I didn’t even ask you what your name was, so I had to come see you and correct my wrongdoing.”

“You just love to talk, don’t you Eddie.”

You told him your name before asking if he wanted to order.

“I’ll have a chocolate—”

You grimaced.

“—vanilla?”

Your expression looked much more agreeable. 

“A vanilla shake. With two straws?” He asked hopefully.

“Oh, are you meeting somebody else? I can put in the order and bring it out later if you are,” you trailed off, completely oblivious to his flirting. Because if you were being honest with yourself, who would want to flirt with you?

You waited for his response but he only shook his head. 

“I was actually hoping you might want to…”

“Oh! I mean–sure alright. I could use a break.. Just gimme one second and I’ll be right back.”

Eddie hated vanilla. It was too boring. But he’d order a vanilla shake everyday if it meant he got to look at you so up close. Every time you wanted a drink you would lean in, hands in your lap, and he could see every perfect detail of your face. 

Suddenly Eddie’s brows furrowed, and you sat up straight. 

“You’ve got something on your face. Just there.” He mirrored where it was on his own face, frowning when you didn’t get it. 

“No, more to the right.”

You tried again with no success.

“Can you just get it?” 

Bingo. 

You leaned in close again, and Eddie leaned in too. Before you could blink, he’d scooped his finger through the whipped cream on top of the shake and smeared it across your upper lip. 

You laughed and laughed, like you hadn’t laughed in a long time, licking just beneath your nose to try and get rid of it. 

Your laughter fizzled out quickly. You felt a sharp pain shoot through your stomach. You heard Eddie say your name gently, but your ears were ringing too much to really register it. 

“I should uhm, get back to—to work.” You pushed yourself up from the booth with shaky arms and headed towards the bathroom. You didn’t make it more than a couple of steps before Eddie was grabbing your upper arm with one hand and your waist with his other. 

His mouth was close to your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “You’re bleeding, sweetheart. We need to go.”

“What? I—that’s not possible.” You twisted around to look, wincing as the pain in your stomach doubled. “I can’t leave I have to—Kenny will kill me, he’ll fire me!”

Eddie wasn’t letting you out of his grasp, leading you straight towards the door and to his van and completely ignoring your protests. 

“Alright, up we go.” He grunted, helping you into the passenger seat. He ran behind the van so you wouldn’t see how panicked and rushed he really was. 

“Okay, nothing to worry about. We’re just gonna go to the hospital!” 

“Eddie, the seat. If I’m bleeding I’ll ruin it.”

“How about we cross that bridge when we get to it, kay?” He quickly glanced away from the road and gave you a nervous smile, writing it off as shock. 

The hospital was busy, lots of doctors and nurses passed you by as you sat in the uncomfortable bed wearing nothing more than a paper-thin gown, waiting for somebody to tell you what was happening. The first nurse you saw hadn’t talked much to you when you first came in, only taking a urine and blood sample and then disappearing. 

Finally, a different nurse came in, taking a seat in the chair beside your bed with a clipboard. She was kinder than the first.

“Are you sleeping alright, sugar?”

You nodded. “Sometimes, besides when I wake up in the middle of the night to puke, and then I’m too nauseous to go back to sleep.”

“You working?”

You hummed. 

“How much are you working?”

“Enough.”

“How much are you working?”

“Only about forty five hours.”

It was more like sixty, but you figured she wouldn’t like that answer. 

“Honey,” she sighed, lowering her clipboard. “You’re stressed, and you’re tired. It’s not good for the baby.” 

“Alright. So, what does that mean?” 

You knew what it meant; she was about to tell you to take some time off work, to rest and relax. And the anticipation of those words made your lips curve downwards and tears prick your eyes. You didn’t have time for that. 

She wheeled you back out into the waiting room, and you were surprised to see Eddie was still there, bouncing his knee and biting his lip. He calmed down when he saw you in one piece.

“A bit overkill, isn’t it?” You joked shyly, feeling overwhelming guilt for ruining Eddie’s day when you barely even knew him. 

“Can I stand up now?” You glanced up at the nurse and she nodded.

You and Eddie left the hospital, but not before stopping at the gift shop so Eddie could get a roll of sweet tarts and a yoohoo. 

“She said everything is just fine, by the way.” You smiled, making your tone as peachy as you could as you walked slowly back to his van. 

Eddie knew you were lying, but it wasn’t the time to pry.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry. I know this probably threw off your day so, you know. And whatever it costs to get your van cleaned I promise I’ll pay it, it just might take a little while is all.”

“Sheila will be alright. She’s seen worse, y’know.” 

You groaned, not missing the wink he shot you. Then you were seated in Eddie’s van again, listening to the engine hum steadily. 

“I should get back to work. Kenny will be wondering where I am.”

“Yeah, no way. I’m taking you home. You need—”

Don’t say it. 

“—to rest.”

You snapped.

“Eddie. Just take me back to work, okay? Honestly, I don’t know what your angle is here. Play prince valiant because you have nothing better to do? Pity the poor, lonely pregnant girl to feel better about yourself?”

You looked over at him expectantly, waiting for him to yell back or kick you out of the car, but his eyes stayed on the road. The rest of the drive back to the diner was uncomfortable. You kept opening your mouth to apologize, or blame your outburst on hormones, but you couldn’t. Maybe it was for the best, though. 

The rest of your shift was horrible. Your customers were relentless, more ketchup here, burger too well done there, and to top it off, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d treated Eddie. 

You were relieved to be home, relaxing into your couch and enjoying the feeling returning to your sore feet. As nice as it felt, there was a sinking feeling in your gut telling you you’d really fucked up. You would’ve called him, but you didn’t even have his number. 

You fell asleep on your couch, not having the energy to change out of your work clothes, and using the sweater tied around your waist to cover up the blood as a blanket.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Sneaky Rat~

Minors do NOT interact. Dom! Listener, Charlie is a peeping tom (manifested it before Yan!Charles fr), name calling (called pervert, he just found something about himself), face riding, riding dick (assumed bc it got to long)

When Casper was told by Charlie he wouldn't be here for the day they shrugged it off "Okay! I'm probably not gonna do anything today, so love you and be safe." But when he left. Casper couldn't help but think about his hot mouth, how even when just talking to them he'd slur some of his words. In this way that just got Cas going.

It didn't help that they heard a whimpering audio on tiktok that almost sounded like Charlie. Fuck, they just want to use that tongue of his now. Shaking that thought away quickly as it came since Charlie needed to do that thing. Cas couldn't remember what it was but it was something. So instead they grabbed their phone and a toy.

Playing with their sex, they though how charlie moaned for them. How he would get this fucked look on his face, even drooling a bit. Luckily Charlie was into audio recording of both of them fucking. "Casper! Ffffuck! Yeah...ye-yeah! Oh baby fuck!" Words worked their way into their groin.

Casper made the toy go faster, fuck it wasn't like Charlie's mouth or dick. With a frustrated noise they went quicker to try and mimic the way he would. Moans bounced off the walls as they went faster "Fuck! Oh Charlie~ shit! Fuck need you." Throwing their head back they moaned as they felt their climax raising.

While this was happening Charlie was watching intensely from the bedroom door. His dick was hard, slowly getting it out, he began to pleasure himself. Matching the strokes of Casper's toy, he felt himself buck into his hand as Cas moaned for him. Their back was arched as they moaned louder "FUCK! YES! OOOHHH~" Casper let out as they finally came for the first time.

It didn't satisfy them, sure the audio was Charlie. But it wasn't Charlie, fuck they need him so bad right now. While on the other hand the blonde was panting hard as he saw their mess leaking all of the toy. His throat suddenly felt dry, the urge of lapping it up overcame him. But, suddenly a dazed Casper looked over and blinked "Charlie?" He froze as his dick was still in his hand and his cum was dripping down to the floor.

Smiling sheepishly he greeted them "H-hey Cas..." he looked down and then back to then "So...uh...want some help?" Asking as his face felt like fire as he burned for Cas. His heart dropped when Casper gave him that devilish smirk they do. Opening their legs more "Oh? Being a pervert now? How naughty of you Charlie~" pulses of arousal shot to Charlie's dick when they called him a 'pervert'. Don't even get him start on the way they looked at him.

"Well? Come over here and suck me. Since you want to be a perv and look, you might as well be useful." Casper taunted as they beckoned him to them. As if in a trance Charlie nodded and walked slowly to them, waiting for another command. His partner smiled "Strip and lay on the bed." Nodding he rushed to rip his clothing off.

When Charlie did what he was told, his dick got hard as he saw Casper stripping the rest of their clothes off as well. He layed on the bed as they climbed on as well, lightly tracing their fingers on him. With a sinister smile "I decided how you should help. Let me use that mouth of yours." Charlie nodded as his face felt as if it was steaming.

Casper shuffled to his side then swung their leg over his head. Charlie was shivering in anticipation, Casper looked down at him smiling "Oh? Are you getting more excited?" Casper held their sex showing it off to Charlie. His breath against them made the choice of sitting on his face more desirable.

"Open." The command made Charlie listen and he did. Casper them hovered over his face and smiled "If you don't make me cum two times, you won't." Charlie nodded and Casper finally sat. With a satisfy moan Casper began to rock on Charlie's face "fuck that mou-AH!" Charlie began to work his tongue on them sucking and teasing.

Charlie was clutching their hips pulling them closer as they rocked harder on his face. He moaned as they gripped his hair, their thighs closing in around his head made him dizzy, a moan told him Casper came. But that didn't stop him from continuing faster, his hair was then gripped harder by his partner as they moaned louder.

"Fuck! God I love your tongue! Yes...yes-es...yes yes!" Casper was rocking down hard on Charlie. His nose felt so good against them. But, his tongue even better, moaning in surprise one of Charlie's hands gripped Casper's ass hard. The other went to play with their sex with his tongue, nose, and fingers Casper threw their head back.

Charlie felt arousal build in his stomach as he heard Casper's moans. Rutting against air he felt himself cum along with Casper. Fuck they tasted so good on his tongue, but before he could go again to taste more Casper yanked him back slowly lifted themselves off of him. Panting hard they looked down and smirked "Such..." They then looked back glancing at his dick.

"Oh?" The tone of their voice made Charlie feel even more arousal "Did you cum with just tasting me?" They looked down as Charlie tried to look away from their eyes. But with a slight tug of his hair didn't let that happen "no no no baby. Come on did you really?" Charlie gave a slight nod "Y-yes I did Cas." His voice was small as he look pleasingly in Casper's eyes.

"Awe. Poor lil perv go off by just tasting me. You were already hard while watching. How about I give you a bit more?" Casper then sung their body off of him. Then went to straddle his waist "Say you want me to ruin you." Casper looked down at Charlie with seductive eyes.

With a tremble in his voice Charlie repeated what Casper said, "I-uh want you to ruin m..me." With a sharp smirk Casper readied themselves to take him. Charlie held their waist as they slowly went down on his dick.

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might do a part 2 tbh bc this got long-

So yeah this is the other smut I was writing Auron's is still in the works along with Alphonse's domestic fluff!

[scribblestatic]

I'm on my chubby izu brainrot fr

(tw fat shaming, as usual)

First Trial: 50-Meter Dash

Of course, the buff speedy guy, Iida Tenya (from the Iida Family!!) took the fastest time at 3.04 seconds. However, the other times aren't to be ignored. The girl with the frog quirk, Asui Tsuyu, finished in just over 5.5 seconds.

Some claimed to shave off several seconds of their middle school times, like the flashy boy, Aoyama Yuuga. Others only ran just a few seconds faster, if the times changed at all.

Then, it was his and Kacchan's turn. The two stretched before preparing to shoot off.

"So, you ruined my goal of being the only one from our shitty school to get into U.A.," Kacchan mutters.

Izuku cautiously glances over bent slightly to prepare for running. But Katsuki grins at him, eyes crinkling.

"But you're gonna get kicked out just as quickly. What a fun first you're gonna have, quirkless lard ass!"

"START!" the robot's voice announces.

Katsuki splays his hands and fires off, one of the explosions going off near Izuku's face. Although his eyes burn with the sudden brightness, Izuku shuts them tightly and runs with his eyes closed, waiting for stars to quit bursting in his vision.

Kacchan finishes in 4.13 seconds.

As he looks down at his hands, he mulls over how using both of them reduced his overall output. Curious, he glances back to see how far behind Izuku is.

To his mild surprise, he passes the robot with his eyes squinted open, a slight burn mark on his nose.

"6.69 seconds."

Izuku stumbles to a stop, rubbing at the burn on his nose as nervous sweat seems to come off of him in a nova. Moreover, unlike some of the others, he doesn't appear to be out of breath, simply breathing just a bit heavier than usual from exertion.

"Wow..." A boy with tape dispensers in his elbows knocks one against another boy with yellow hair and a black streak, a grin on his face. "He beat you, man."

"Am...am I really that out of shape?" the boy, Kaminari Denki, mulls, thinking back to his 7.38 second time.

But Ochako reaches over, patting his shoulder. She herself got a 7.15 second time.

"Don't worry about it. He's got crazy stamina!"

Just thinking back to how quickly he recovered after Recovery Girl gave him a kiss still makes her wonder just where he got all that energy from. She was down for almost the entire rest of the day just to sleep!

"Oh. Huh... Is that his quirk?"

"Uhm...I don't actually know," she replies, shrugging sheepishly.

"Hmmh..." Katsuki simply glares at Izuku before moving on, the chubby boy following after to rejoin with the others.

As they approach, Ochako waves at him in greeting. He sees her, his nose still red, but his cheeks soon join, and despite his still nervous demeanor, he waves back quietly.

"I'm so happy to see him here! As soon as we're done, I wanna tell him thanks!"

"Huh, thanks for what?" the tape boy, Sero Hanta, asks.

"Oh, uh... I kinda got in some trouble during the exam and almost got really hurt. But he rescued me from the zero-pointer!"

"Eehh? That huge monster robot? He confronted that thing??" another voice cuts in.

When they look back, it's Eijirou, though he laughs.

"Hah, sorry for being nosy."

"No, no, it's fine. But yeah! My ankle got pinned, and he ran into the dust cloud to rescue me! He was super cool."

"Whoa...that's manly as hell!"

"Yeah, no way I was gonna confront that thing," Denki admits. "I was fizzed out by that point."

The group continue talking about the exam as the next part starts. Izuku doesn't really hear them, going back to the quiet corner of the group with a boy, who, after some silence and sign language, introduces himself as Kouda Koji.

Second Trial: Grip Strength Test

From his constant work lifting and carrying heavy items, he had to strengthen his grip so he wouldn't drop anything. That thankfully translated well into positive results.

Izuku upped his middle school grip from 52 kgw to 95 kgw. Of course, he hears his result get completely overshadowed by two other people.

One is a tall boy with several arms attached with a membrane. Shoji Mezo pumps out a whopping 540 kgw. Another person, Yaoyorozu Momo, creates a mechanized gauntlet, pulling out an astounding 600 kgw.

Izuku looks down at his grip machine, dejected. But it's the best he can do so far. If he manages to not be last, perhaps he can improve his grip even more.

Third Trial: Long Standing Jump

Izuku doesn't even want to think about his results. Unless it's on a diving board, jumping has never really been his strongest suit.

He doesn't realize he surpasses about three or four students in his jump, making them anxious about their own results.

Fourth Trial: Sustained Sideways Jumps

Izuku hates them.

He almost wants to ask to not do them, but he knows better than to do that. After all, it's necessary to see where he is strength-wise.

However, when he'd done them in middle school, his classmates had always laughed at him. His belly and thighs jiggle with his movements, and they would have quite cruel things to say. The teachers wouldn't really do anything about it.

So, when it's his turn, he feels his heart clench, already thinking he hears someone whispering about how entertaining it's going to be. His hands tremble a bit, but he clenches them into fists, going to stand in the middle, waiting to start.

As he does them, he feels their eyes on him. He almost starts crying, but he holds it back, his face scrunched in mild despair the entire time. He manages to finish before the first tears start dotting his lower eyelashes, and he quietly shuffles back to the silent crowd, holding back a sniffle.

"Oh, are you okay?"

Izuku blinks, looking up at the pretty girl he first saw when he entered the class. Yaoyorozu Momo stands there, concern in her eyes. There's nothing cruel there, at least, he doesn't think so.

"Did you hurt something? We can ask sensei to--"

But Izuku shakes his head.

"N-No. I'm fine. Th...Thank you."

He sniffles again, managing a smile for her.

"Oh... Alright. Well, keep it up!" She balls her fists cheerily. "Do your best!"

His smile slightly shifts to something less put-on. It's...not often he gets encouragement from others. It's pretty astounding how instant of a salve it is on his heart.

"I...I will."

Fifth Trial: Pitching

Izuku watches in awe as Ochako's ball floats up past the stratosphere.

Yeah, there's no way anyone else is getting as good of a result as that.

As Izuku heads out to pitch, Ochako and Tenya murmur to each other.

"Midoriya's his name, right? He's not doing too well."

"He's doing okay, I think," Ochako hums. "I heard his grip strength was really good. I'm not so surprised about that."

"That's true. But he's not really done anything super outstanding. Most of his results are average or above average. I'm not sure if that'll be enough for him to stay."

"Hah!"

Katsuki shoves his hands into his pockets, grinning snidely as Izuku stretches his arms.

"He's just a quirkless fatass. You shouldn't expect too much from him."

That catches a few people's attention, the nearby kids perking up.

"Wait, quirkless? For real?" A short purple boy, Mineta Minoru, asks. "I heard the reporters talking about it, but I didn't think it was real."

"Oooh, so he's the kid they were talking about? I didn't even know he was in our class!" Ashido Mina laughs.

"Ehh, but...if I lose to him, I've really got no excuse..."

"That's kind of rude, Kaminari-kun," Asui Tsuyu ribbits.

"Eh...so...he's quirkless," Ochako murmurs, shock dawning in her expression.

He was quirkless during the exam, too. And despite not having a quirk, he was the only one who ran to save her. Tenya seems to come to a similar conclusion, his mouth open in shock.

"...Don't expect much from him, you said?" Momo asks, a slight frown on her face. "You don't know, do you?"

"Hah? Don't know what?" Katsuki grouches back.

"Well... His name is Midoriya Izuku, right?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

She looks over to where Izuku is, the boy glancing nervously at the crowd and sweating. A quick call from their teacher forces him to focus back on the throw at hand.

"I'm sure you've heard your ranking for the Entrance Exam. I'm not in those results as I got in under the recommendation exam instead. But if I recall...yes. I think you got second place, right?"

Being reminded of his failure, Katsuki's expression immediately sours. Shoulders lowered and anger clear on his face, he glared at the girl.

"Yeah, what of it?!"

Momo then points at Izuku, who is doing his throw.

His arm moves quickly, tossing the ball as far as he can. It touches down a bit away, though not as far as some of the other results. Still, for a quirkless person, it's quite far at 106 meters. It beats out several of the others, especially those without physically-enhancing quirks.

"He got first."

They all stare at her, so she clarifies.

"Midoriya Izuku got first place in the regular Entrance Exam."

It's quite as Izuku approaches the group, prepared to go back to the quiet corner again. But when they notice him, all eyes lock on him. Izuku squeaks, freezing up.

"...'You shouldn't expect too much from him.'" Hanta mocks quietly, covering his mouth. "Says the guy who got second place to him."

Beside him, Jirou Kyouka can't help but snicker.

But Katsuki barely hears them. Instead, all he hears is the blood rushing through his body, turning into a torrent of rage.

What the hell?

Who did this quirkless fatass think he was, coming in first? It was already implausible he passed in the first place, but he has the audacity to come in first?!

Katsuki was frustrated that he didn't get first place, coming in second. He vowed then that he would totally destroy whoever actually got the first place mantle to show them who really deserved it. For a minute there, he thought it was maybe Ponytail Girl was the one who beat him out, but she was some Extra Elite who got in through connections.

But he never once would've imagined the one who beat him out was that useless lard bastard!

His hands began to smoke. Then, he swiftly turns away, running full speed at Izuku.

The boy's eyes widen before he shuts them tightly, raising his arms to protect his face. That just irritates him even more.

"You shitrag! Explain yourself, Deku!"

He reaches out, ready to pummel him into the dirt. But pale wrappings suddenly tighten around his body, and his quirk, once thrumming under his skin, is suddenly dissipated, as though it was never there.

Katsuki grunts, the bindings pulling his head back and forcing him to shut an eye.

Izuku stays standing there for a moment, frozen up and waiting to be hit, until an irritated voice echoes over them.

"You."

All of the students look over to their teacher.

Eraser Head's hair floats ominously over his body, the wraps around his neck also hovering. He digs his fingers into the tough material of his capture weapon, eyes gleaming bright red. Indeed, concealed around his neck are the yellow and black goggles indicative of Eraser Head.

"I said you're using your quirks to test your limits, not to use it against each other," he says, his tone low and rumbling. "So what made you think attacking your classmate was a good idea?"

What the hell...

From the time they were four, no one stopped him when he went to whomp on Deku. Katsuki was better than him, so if Deku got in his way, the students and teachers let him do what he wanted. Deku was just a pebble in the road for him, just someone for him to step on and continue forward.

But the little bastard got it up in his head that he could cram himself into the sole of his shoe and carry himself forward with it. Now he's trying to detach from his shoe and fly forward, further ahead, using him as cannon fodder.

No way. No fucking way. He wouldn't allow it.

But his quirk doesn't answer him, Eraser Head glaring as his eyelids lowered.

"Pull this stunt again, and I'll expel you right here and now, saving everyone else the trouble. Understood?"

Katsuki flinches. Then, he stops pulling against the capture weapon, backing up. After a moment, it slips from around him, returning easily to Eraser Head with a light tug. Meanwhile, Izuku stares at the teacher with sparkling eyes, absolutely enamored by being able to see his quirk in action.

"Ughh...don't make me use my quirk unnecessarily," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as his hair stops floating. He digs into his pocket and takes out eyedrops, putting one in each eye with practiced ease. "...Anyway, on to the next trial."

Izuku immediately goes to follow, though he flinches upon remembering Katsuki's there. He lowers his head and slinks around him, going over to the group. There, he finds himself surprised when a few students approach him.

"Hey, are you okay?! He didn't get you, did he?" an invisible girl, Hagakure Tooru, asks, her body language showing concern.

"That startled me, the way he just jumped out at you... Do you know him?" Ochako asks.

"Oh...uhm..." His face immediately starts turning red, not used to this sort of attention. "I...I'm...okay."

"Sensei was right to stop him," Momo huffs, shooting a glare toward him. "C'mon, we need to go to the next test."

"Yikes...that wasn't cool at all," Denki mutters.

"Jumping at a quirkless person like that is pretty bad, isn't it? I mean, as a hero, for sure," Sato Rikido murmurs, bending down toward a bird-headed student. While he doesn't reply by speaking, Tokoyami Fumikage hums his agreement.

Katsuki remains standing there for a moment before he grits his teeth, following after the others to the next test.