#well that & dough but you can make pizzas while you’re making dough

[hermeskismesistus]

please god let me be an opener again i’m sooooo so good at it & no closers will ever have to come in to an empty rack ever again

[sinsirellaxx]

omgg could you please do slytherin boys and what you do that turns them on

Slytherin Boys – Things you do that turn them on

Warning: Just our boys and slightly smutty topics?

A/N: Thank you for your request – hope you'll like it. On another note: Do you want me to involve Tom Riddle as well?

Mattheo …

… loves you in skirts and leggings. Whenever you wear one of them one of his hands is always either on your hip or your ass. If it’s a skirt, he’ll occasionally play with the hem of it pulling it down to make sure that no one sees what’s only meant for his eyes.

… goes crazy whenever you have to concentrate – because you always bite your lip whenever you do, a slight frown on your face as you absentmindedly play with your hair. If he looks at you too long, you’ll have to postpone whatever you’re doing for another hour or two – because he definitely won’t be able to resist.

… immediately grabs his crotch whenever you pull your hair into a ponytail in front of him – it’s something he does without noticing and it definitely has happened in public as well. But he can’t help it; you just look so good, and it definitely reminds him of all the times you have gone down on him.

… love when you’re on your period because your breasts swell up so nicely. Even though they are tender to touch he can’t keep his hands (or his lips) off them whenever you are in private, and he won’t stop until he is satisfied – even if you’re whining because it’s uncomfortable.

… purposefully provokes you because he thinks you are the hottest when angry. He especially adores the way your cheeks flush. And sometimes, when you get too bratty, he loves putting you into place. Iykyk.

Theodore …

… has heart eyes whenever you wear grey sweats – especially if they are a little tight around your thighs and ass. And if you’re lying on his bed, on your stomach wearing those sweats? Of, Italian boy will knead your ass like pizza dough – depending on how horny he is he might even bite into one of your cheeks.

… always has to watch you whenever you’re painting your nails. The only thing he can think about it while doing so, is the image of your pretty fingers wrapped around his member. He often asks you to paint them red – he loves red.

… is very, very sensitive to your touch. Especially if you comb through his hair whenever he naps on your lap – he’s always torn between enjoying your soft touch or pulling you down to kiss him and … well, more

… would be ready to go in a matter of seconds if you spoke Italian to him. He’d stare at you, eyes blinking and mouth agape. At first you would be confused and wondered if you’d pronounced something wrong. But you quickly caught on when you saw the way his cheeks flushed, your eyes wandering down until you noticed his rather prominent bulge

Lorenzo …

… loves pearls on you. Pearl earrings. Pearl bracelet. Pearl necklace. He has this one reoccurring dream of you on his messy sheets with this beautiful long pearl necklace decorating your beautiful skin. He’d go feral if you wore a pearl choker.

… enjoys cooking from time to time. He loves it even more when you cook, dressed in your beautiful frilly apron. His eyes will be glued to your waist all the time and if you bend down in front of him to grab something from the bottom, you won’t be coming back up anytime soon.

… always wants to study with you. Not because you’re productive when together, but because he enjoys watching you study because you tend to wrap your lips around your pen whenever you’re very focused. He loves it.

Draco …

… loves, loves, loves when you’re confident! Or the way you carry yourself whenever you like your outfit or your hair – like you own the school. It’s a major turn on for Draco.

… enjoys watching you curl your hair. He doesn’t know what it is exactly, whether it’s the curls that drive him mad or the way you doll yourself up for him – just for him. The thought alone makes him fidget in his seat.

… sometimes lets you wait whenever you ask for kisses, just because he desperately wants to see you pout and bat your eyelashes at him – makes him want to push you down onto your knees.

Blaise …

… always takes you out to eat dessert because of the way moan silently after the first bite, your eyes closed in pure bliss at the sweetness of whatever it is that you are devouring.

… loves the way you slightly part your lips whenever you put on mascara, followed by you leaning back slightly to look at your reflection while not trying to blink in fear of smudging everything.

… needs to cuddle with you at the end of every single day. He is obsessed with the way you cling to him. If you throw your leg over him, grazing his crotch while doing so, he’ll be a goner.

[cameronspecial]

The Hype Of A Babysitter

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Babysitter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.0K

Summary: While babysitting the youngest MacLaren, Y/N encounters the older brother she has heard many stories about.

Masterlist

With Zach away at university, the MacLarens needed a new babysitter and that’s where Y/N comes in. She has been babysitting Avery for three months now. She graduated a year earlier, so she decided to take a year off before starting her desired career. Watching Avery is a great way for Y/N to earn more money on top of her savings from working during university. “Ave, what do you want to make for dinner?” Y/N questions when she feels someone else’s presence in the room. She has her head in the fridge, so she can’t see who it is. “How about pizza?” The unfamiliar male voice causes Y/N to go on high alert and jump away from the fridge with her arms ready to attack. “Who are you?” she threatens the tall blue-eyed boy. Upon further examination, her arms drop as she behind to realize who it is. “Oh, you must be Zach. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Y/N,” she introduces herself, holding her hand out for him to take. He takes it in her hand, “Yep, that’s me. I am Avery’s older brother.” She leans back against the kitchen island. “Your parents didn’t tell me that you were coming home,” she states. 

He shrugs, moving to the fridge to get the stuff out for pizza, “That’s because they didn’t know. I thought I would surprise them.” She joins him at the counter with a nod of her head. “Right. Well, if you want to spend time with Avery alone, then I can go. Your parents don’t have to pay me for the full night,” she notifies him. His head moves from side to side, “No, it’s okay. Avery has told me so much about you; it would be nice to get to know you.” When Zach entered his kitchen, he didn’t expect to see the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He was quick to piece together that she was the babysitter he had been hearing about because his parent’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He has heard so many stories about her and he is intrigued to learn more about her. 

“So pizza is okay?” he confirms, holding up the ingredients he already took out. She nods her head, “As long as we don’t put pineapples on it.” “Nooo pineapples. Noted. So I’m guessing not a Hawaiian pizza fan,” he guesses. Y/N can’t respond because Avery comes running to the room from the bathroom, tackling her brother in a hug. “You’re home!” she exclaims. He chuckles at his sister’s hold, “I am. I was missing you guys, so I thought I’d come home for the weekend.” Y/N’s heart flutters at how cute it is that Zach is staying the weekend because he missed his family. Sure, his campus isn’t very far, but he has been living on campus since Freshman year and he can sometimes get too busy to visit. “Yay!” Avery spots the containers out on the counter and grins. “Are we making pizza?” Zach’s head flicks up and down, “Yep. Just no pineapples. Miss. Y/N over here doesn’t like them.” “I’m fine with that,” Avery shrugs. Zach starts organizing the different ingredients, ordering Avery to cut up the toppings while Y/N helps him with the dough. “Okay, now add the water,” he instructs. She takes the water and dumps it into the bowl quickly, causing the water to splash up the bowl and over the edge. It falls onto Zach’s shirt and soaks the bottom of it.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” she apologizes, grabbing a towel to help him dry off. “That’s a bad word,” Avery states. Y/N doesn't seem to process where the hem of his shirt falls. She starts patting the area to dry it off but slows down once she realizes she is touching his crotch. A blush appears on Zach's cheeks as he looks down as her hands pause over the area. She retracts her hands to her chest and her hair falls in front of her face as she bows her head. “I’m sorry,” she whispers again, handing him back the towel. He shakes his head, “It’s okay. It was an accident.” “Yeah, but I also should’ve warned you that I am horrible at cooking,” she confesses with a sheepish look. He places the towel on the counter, “Well, I’m determined to change that.” 

About an hour later, the trio are sitting with their pizzas in hand as they watch a movie on the couch. The end credits start to roll and they turn toward Avery to find her asleep. Y/N sets her plate and Avery’s on the coffee table, gently nudging the girl awake. “Come on, Ave. Let’s get you to bed,” Y/N suggests. She helps the young girl off the couch and leads her upstairs. “I’ll get started on cleaning,” Zach announces to the girls heading upstairs. Y/N waits outside of Avery’s bedroom while she brushes her teeth and gets changed. Avery opens the door to let Y/N in and yells downstairs to Zach, “Can you come check my bed for monsters, please?” They can hear his footsteps as he jogs up the stairs. He enters the room with a grin on his face. Y/N’s heart flutters at how serious he takes his inspection and she giggles when he declares the only monster in the room is currently lying in bed in pyjamas. Y/N and Zach say goodnight to Avery and head to the kitchen to clean up. Zach already got the counters clean, so the only thing they need to do is the dishes. 

The faucet runs as he runs the plate underneath the stream. He turns it off when he holds the plate out for her to dry. The towel in her hand swings and she accidentally whips Zach’s bicep with it. He pauses what he is doing, turning to look at her with furrowed brows. She giggles under his gaze and he grabs the other towel hanging from the oven door. He twists the fabric into a rope, gently tapping her bicep. She jumps back with a vindictive look and reciprocates the action. “Oh, this means war,” he declares, chasing after her with his weapon. The room is filled with laughter as they run around the island, trying to slap each other. Eventually, he catches her in his arms and pulls her back against his chest. One hand raises with the towel. She holds her hands up, “Cease fire. I call a truce. You win.” He places her back onto the floor with a grin. They stare at each other for a few seconds with a dumb look on their faces before going back to the dishes. Once they finish, she heads over to her bags and starts packing her stuff. “I guess I should probably go since Avery is asleep,” she states, swinging her backpack strap over one shoulder. His hand reaches out to stop her, “Don’t go. Why don’t we play Battletoads for a little bit?” 

She thinks about it. Staying longer can’t hurt her. She puts her bag back on the floor with a nod. They both settle on the couch with their own controllers. “Prepared to be demolished because Avery and I play this all the time,” Y/N threatens. Zach chuckles, “Well, you are out of luck because who do you think got Avery into the game?” He glances at her with a smile. 

“No. No. No,” Y/N groans as Zach wins the round again. “Can we watch a movie or something? My hands are getting tired.” Zach’s face is painted with victory, “You are just saying that because you keep losing. But I will agree to watch a movie if it means I can keep my winning streak.” They settle on some random movie, except halfway through, they realize it is not keeping their attention. “So you play soccer?” she thinks out loud, feeling comfortable to rest her head against his shoulder. She can feel his head move. “Yeah, it’s all I’ve ever really had,” he admits. “And you are thinking about being a journalist.” “Yeah, I have a degree in journalism and I’ve applied to a few positions at some news stations, so I’m just waiting for those,” she reveals. 

“That’s really cool. Why journalism?” 

“I’ve always enjoyed writing, but I am terrible at bringing a fictional story to life. Reporting the news felt like a way I could tell other people’s stories and still get to use my writing skills.”

“I think it’s amazing that you want to tell other people’s stories. You are fighting for the underdog.”

“Exactly, how about you? Why soccer?” 

“My parents used to say that I didn’t take my first steps, I took my first run. They said I was chasing after the ball so they got the idea to put me in soccer as soon as they could and I loved it. Learning how to control my body so the ball goes where I want. Working with a te-”

He stops at the sound of the tiny snores emitting from her lips. He isn’t offended that she fell asleep. It’s almost one and he knows taking care of Avery can be a handful. He considers waking her up so she can go home, but he likes the heat her body contact provides. Soon enough, he finds his own eyes begin to droop and his head falls on hers as he falls asleep. 

———

The front door closing jerks the two awake. Y/N rubs her eyes to see that Connie and Matt have returned. “Sorry, we are a little later than we said Y/N,” Matt says, pulling out his wallet to get her payment out. Y/N shakes her head, “No problem, I had a little backup tonight.” Confusion flashes across their faces until they notice the groggy Zach on the couch. “Zach, you’re here?” Connie startles, going to give her son a hug. He laughs, “Yeah, I thought I would spend the weekend.” He falls into conversation with his parents whilst she gets her stuff ready to go. “Well, I’m going to go for real this time. Thank you for the money and call me when you need me again,” she advertises, heading toward the door. Zach darts up, “Hold on, let me walk you to your car.” He catches up to her and they make their way outside in silence. She gets into the car, leaving the driver’s side door open to say goodbye to him. “Thank you for walking me out. It was really nice meeting you,” she bids au dieu. He hangs off of the door, “It was nice meeting you too. Can I tell you a secret though?”

She looks up at him with curiosity and motions for him to continue. He leans closer so his mouth ghosts her ear, “I came back home to meet you. Avery always had the best stories about you and I just had to see for myself if you lived up to the hype. I’m glad that you did.” Heat rushes to her cheeks and she searches her bag for her phone. “I’m glad I did too, but I’m not too sure if you live up to yours. So I think I should give you a second chance. Maybe by going out on a date?” she offers, holding her phone out for him to put his number. He takes it and starts typing, “Of course, I wouldn’t want you to spread the news that I’m not hypeworthy, Miss. Journalist. You could seriously damage my reputation.”

“Well, then you better make it one hell of a date.”

“Oh, I’m planning on it.”

He gives her back her phone and she puts it away. “See you later,” she mumbles. He can see the look in her eyes and decode the message behind it. He leans down to give her a peck on the lips. “See you later. Drive safe,” he says before closing the door and waving her off home. He is really glad he came home to meet the babysitter because he has a feeling she is going to be the love of his life. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl

[mingis-orangejuice]

Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 2: Xavier

Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend

a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) here's part 2 with Xavier. you can request who you want me to post next if you want

Genres/Warnings: angst, fluff, kinda slow burn

Word count: 1250

Other parts: 1, 3, 4,

After another long day of battling wonderers, you and Xavier head back to the office to change out of your hunter’s uniforms. A whole day of combat makes you very sweaty and you don’t want to be smelly for your date with Xavier. But was it a date? You and Xavier had been going out for dinner almost every night since you found out you both lived in the same apartment complex. But they never really felt like dates, and he’s never really called you his girlfriend. You told yourself It was just more convenient since he couldn’t cook without potentially burning down the apartment and after a long day, you were just too tired to. Was that all it was, just a convenient way to have a meal? But what about all the dirty looks he gives the other male hunters when you get paired with them for assignments, were you just seeing things or was he jealous? But what does he have to be envious of if you’re not truly his?

“Are you ready to go?” a soft voice breaks you from your thoughts. You turn around to see Xavier standing behind you. You’d been waiting outside the changing rooms for him for a few minutes. “Sorry it took so long there was a problem with one of the showers, I had to rinse off in the sink” 

You give Xavier a small smile as you both start to walk down the empty hall “How do you always end up in these situations? Are you cursed or something” you laugh “Don’t stand too close I don't want your curse to rub off on me” you say jokingly as you dramatically step away from him.

Following your joke he dramatically steps towards you and tries to put his arms around you. “But I don’t want to be the only one that's cursed hold me and we’ll be cursed together for the rest of our lives” he pulls you into a big bear hug as you both laugh while you pretend to escape. You both are having too much fun to notice the janitor glancing at you from over his shoulder while he cleans the windows “Ah, young love” he said with a sentimental sigh, quite enough that you two could just barely hear it but enough to make you realize that you’re not the only people in the building as you had initially thought. You can feel your heart race a little at the janitor's words.  Xavier lets go of you and you continue to walk out of the building. 

Trying to break the awkward silence Xavier finally speaks up. “You know, I heard wishing on a star can break a curse, and since we’re both cursed now you have to help me find a wishing star tonight to undo the curse. What do you say?” he asks looking at you expectantly

“Well yeah now since you’ve cursed me I guess I have no choice but to help you break the bad luck with showers curse” You feigned annoyance. “But first we need food! Where were you planning on taking us tonight?”

Xavier smiled, happy that the awkwardness from earlier was gone. “I saw this new pizza place a few blocks away from our apartment, it's like a DIY place they give you the dough and toppings and you get to bake it in the little ovens at your table” Xavier basically had stars in his eyes when he mentioned baking.

“Uh… maybe we order in tonight, you don’t want to have to pay for repairs when you destroy their oven now, do you ?” you look at him with a sarcastic grin.

“I promise I won’t burn down anything this time, plus I’ll have you right there with me, there's no way you’d let me burn our dinner right?” he chuckles and puts out his hand to grab yours. “Let's go, those pizzas aren’t going to DIY themselves”

Later at the pizza place you and Xavier are having fun making tons of fun, and in Xavier’s case, weird pizza combos. You two spent so much time having fun that you almost forgot you promised to go stargazing tonight before you went home. Xavier gets the attention of the waitress so that he can pay the bill. 

The waitress was a sweet old lady who, when she wasn’t busy helping other tables, made it her mission to make sure you guys hand everything you need. “Did you two have a great time?” she asks handing Xavier the check.

“Yeah it was great, I love the concept it's so fun,” you said with a big smile. Xavier pays and looks up at the waitress “Yeah we’re definitely going to come back here”

“Oh, I’m glad,” The waitress says as she starts to grab your empty plates off the table. “You two are definitely the cutest couple I've seen here in a while, I hope you stay together forever. 

“Um.. we’re…no…” you started to correct the lady but she just kept going.

I heard if you wish on a star by the fountain down the street you’re 100% guaranteed to have that wish come true. Maybe I’ll make a little wish for you two”

You were about to correct the lady again but Xavier cut you off “Thank you that's very kind of you ma’am” Xavier politely bowed as she stacked the last of the dishes and walked away. Xavier puts out his hand to help you out of your chair. “Well let's go find a wishing star to break this curse”

At the fountain, you and Xavier sit quietly for some time just looking up at the sky trying to find a star to wish on. Still feeling a little awkward about what the waitress said, you wanted to say something to make it less awkward but the words that spilled out were anything but. “What are we? 

Xavier, without missing a beat answered “We’re just two people looking up at the stars”

“Just?” you questioned

Before you can say anything more a shooting star passes overhead, Xavier clasps his hands together and starts to wish “ Oh great wishing star please let me and my wonderful girlfriend be together forever, even though she doesn't trust me to use an oven by myself but that just means I get to take her out on more dates. And sometimes it may take her a while to notice things but she’s mine and I want to be with her forever, even though we might be cursed” Xavier finishes his wish and looks to you “What was it you wanted to ask me?

“Uh… nothing … never mind” You looked up to see him staring at you his eyes sparkling like stars a slight blush on his cheeks. This made your heart skip a beat so you looked away quickly and turned your head up to look for more stars.”I hope your wish comes true” you stated bashfully.

Xavier chuckled and also looked up “ Well since we’ll be together forever now, I guess we don’t really need to wish away the curse right ?” 

“Yes, we do! I don’t want to be washing off in the company sinks every day, let’s hurry up and find another wishing star I'll stay here all night if I have to” You say in a joking tone

Xavier places his hand over yours “Well then, I’ll be glad to accompany my girlfriend on her quest to lift our curse.” 

[thesassypadawan]

Closing Time (Leo x FemReader)

Summary: Who doesn’t love closing time? Especially when it’s with your very handsome, very sexy coworker.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Closing time fun and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Leo! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- Closing time, your absolute favorite part of your shift. Well, that and getting to work with him.

- You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him. Those sparking blue eyes, that brilliant smile, tight butt… It was easy to see why you drop a slice of pizza or spill a drink at least once a day…

- “Angel… Angel… Earth to, angel…”

- “Oh, Leo!” You squeak in surprise, broom clattering to the floor.

- Kicking yourself internally, you scramble to pick it up. Trying to act like you weren’t just totally spacing out, watching him prep the dough for tomorrow. Rolling, kneading it…fantasizing it was you instead. “Um, d-did you need something?”

- The sound of his gravelly voice comes floating from the back, a shiver running down your spine. “Yeah, if you’re done cleanin’ up front; I could use some help back here.”

- Popping up, you’re met by the sight of him standing there. Arms crossed over his chest, a mischievous look on his flour smeared face. “Made a real mess back here.”

- The heat instantly rushes to your cheeks and other places. “O-Okay, I’m com-”

- “Comin’?” He chuckles, eyebrows raised slightly. “Knew I’d get ya to.”

- Flashing you a grin, he returns to his work. Leaving your heart pounding, walls fluttering. Just like always, damn him.

- With a soft huff, you quickly scamper around the counter. Keeping yourself turned away him, you get to sweeping. Minding your own business, doing your best to not focus on the fact that you keep getting closer to him with each brush of the broom.

- Due to the cramped space, you two inevitably end up bumping into one another. Turning, you begin to frantically apologize… “Opps, sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

- …when suddenly he crowds you against the small island and captures your lips in a searing kiss. Nipping, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Hard cock pressing into your stomach. Dirty hands making their way down your sides, streaks of white left in their wake. As they come to settle on your hips; giving them a good, firm squeeze.

- Breaking apart, he mutters in your ear, “Been waitin’ to do that.” Before hoisting you up, sending anything and everything crashing to the floor.

- “And what else, huh?” You giggle, watching Leo fumble with his belt and zipper. While you eagerly shimmy out of your leggings and panties. Eyes growing a bit wide when you see what he’s been sporting this whole time.

- Slotting himself between your legs, he cages you in with his strong arms. Lips trailing over your neck, fat tip running through your wet folds. “I think ya know.”

- Your hands come to rest on the back of his head, knocking his baseball cap off. A needy mewl escaping you when you feel him line up with your entrance. “Don’t tease me.”

- Smirking, he snaps his hips forward. Stretching you out so deliciously, pounding into you wonderfully. Teeth biting at your sensitive skin. “Never tease…not with ya.”

- Speeding up, his thrusts grow stronger. Your body bouncing with every movement and all you can do is hold on. Fingers gripping his shoulders, pussy clinging to him. Panting and moaning like crazy.

- The noise of skin slapping together fills the air, his dick driving deeper. Hitting that lovely little spot inside you over and over. Pushing you swiftly and dangerously close to the edge, along with… “Fuck… Sweetheart… Fuck…”

- One last hard slam and he has you seeing stars. Whole body clamping down, a string of cries flying from your lips. As you gush all over his cock, while he paints your walls white. Some leaking out, mingling with the flour beneath you.

- Slowly coming back down, he presses his forehead to yours. Both wearing the same stupid smile, you can’t help but tease. “Wow, you really did make a mess back here.”

- “And I’m about to make it into a bigger one,” Leo growls. Mouths colliding, hips starting to slowly rock again.

Tag Lists: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @kenobiskywalkerkestis, @loverforoldermen, @lunarnightt, @adorbzliz, @ahano, @kenmaiica, @freezerbride95,  @lunarnightt

[st4rbwrry]

‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 meanie.

𖠵𖤥 your ex husband, garou, tries to win you back, but you’re not playing his game. or are you?

𖠵 pairing › garou x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › ex husband!garou, headcannon format, lowercase intended, standing doggy, quiet sex, mention of kids, garou is the best dad, unprotected sex, pet names like mamas, baby, pretty, & princess, creampie, garou tries his best to rekindle a broken relationship, small daddy kink.

exhusband!garou who claims that it’s mandatory for the two of you to have a family night with the kids to maintain the bond of a family. deep down you know it’s so he can lure his way back into your life. he’ll swing by on a friday night knowing the kids have their weekends off for school. greeting you with a loving hug, a bit too loving, his hands always finding themselves low on your backside as he kisses your cheek. you peel his hands off and roll your eyes after he says ‘missed you, mamas’ knowing full well what that nickname does to you. you swallow back your emotions, putting on a fake smile for the children who run into their father’s arms, garou lifting both the three and four year old up in his strong arms, spinning around pretending to be an airplane. their giggles making your heart warm.

exhusband!garou who comes up with the idea to cook as a family for dinner tonight, grabbing your ipad to look up some easy recipes the kids could participate in. pizza deciding to be the option considering it was simple and they could help out. the kids talk to their father about how daycare was going, new toys and games that they saw on commercial begging to have for either their birthdays or christmas. always stating ‘ask your mom’ while staring you hard in your face. you roll your eyes, countering ‘dad has the money, so.’ throughout the night you try your best to stay away from him, although he made it nearly impossible considering he’d brush by you, grabbing your waist and purposely making you feel his bulge, a deep ‘ ‘cuse me, mamas’ uttered with a sinister grin.

exhusband!garou who carry’s the kids to the upstairs bathrooms to clean off the flour they covered their faces and shirts in from kneading dough while the pizza cooked in the oven. as your daughter sits on the sink while garou wipes her face off with a warm soapy rag, you’re leaning against the frame of the open door, an endearing smile on your face. you missed seeing this, you had to admit. he’s such a good father, and nothing could take that from him. being separated is the hardest thing that happened for your children. you both try your best to maintain the family bond even through separate households, but it’s not easy. then, your daughter says something that made you freeze.

“when are you and mommy getting married again?”

garou’s eyes go wide, and you can see his reaction through the mirror’s reflection, swallowing hard. you cough. “we talked about this sweetie—“

seeing the frown on your daughters face made garou’s heart stop. he hears you sigh, muttering something about checking on the pizza and leaving the bathroom without another word. garou pinches the little girls cheek and tells her ‘don’t tell mommy, but i already bought her a ring.’ and it makes her whole face light up, including his sons. when the food is ready, the four of you enjoy it in the backyard where a fireplace resides and a projector plays the disney movie soul. it’s so awkward not having any conversation with each other. you’re both so deep in your thoughts to interact. it’s painful, if being honest. the person who you called your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife . . . is now a stranger.

it’s way past the kids bedtime. garou getting them ready for bed, slipping on their pajamas and kissing them goodnight as they drift off to sleep, being sure to keep their nightlight on. you’ve finished cleaning the kitchen and now you’re leaning against the staircase with your arms crossed and your head empty. garou stands beside you, thinking of what to say. he wanted to try and rekindle what the two of you had, but it’s clear you weren’t interested in having him back.

“goodnight, princess,” garou kisses your forehead before embracing you in a tight hug, as if this will be the last time he’ll see you. he just wanted to tell you he loved you through the warm embrace. as the skyscraper man begins to walk away, you find yourself grabbing his hand to stop him, a tiny ‘wait’ making his entire body heat up.

exhusband!garou who turns around and sees that look in your eye, a look he knows all too well. your lips between your teeth and the way you rub his knuckles a signal enough. you pull him closer, placing that hand you held to your neck. garou hisses as he bends down to your level, gripping your neck and pressing a kiss to your soft lips.

“c’mon, give daddy what he wants,” garou has his hands under your sundress now, kneading at the flesh of your ass and drawing you close with a hard spank. you whimper, body on fire, missing his touch so much you daydreamed about it every day. “hurry the fuck up.”

hooking your fingers onto your panties, you pull them down your thighs until they pool around your bare feet, stepping your cute periwinkle colored toes out of the lace. you pout. “you’re so mean.”

garou raises his brow at that, you’ve kept him waiting long enough. a big hand slipping between your thighs to press his slender fingers to your sluice clit, gasping and gripping his tshirt as he circles it. “yeah, but you’re wet.”

exhusband!garou who has the two of you by a closet around from the staircase with you bent over and his jeans at his ankles as he fucks you stupid, holding you tight in his arms, bear hugging you. he’s bullying your sloppy pussy open, your moans music to his ears, heavy, thick cock throbbing inside of you, so feral for you. it’s been way too long since he’s fucked you. “do you miss it, baby? think about me beating your pussy raw from time to time?”

“yesss,” you slur, eyes rolled back into your skull and losing all focus beside the way his dick slides in and out of you. garou lays his head on your back, grunting and yanking you back faster on his cock, thighs slapping against yours.

“i fuckin’ missed you too, baby. and your good fuckin’ pussy.”

it’s lewd the way you’re leaking down your thighs, garou thrumming his fingers over your clit to catch your climax, feeling so full, the lump in your tummy being proof.

“tell me you love me, or you can’t cum.”

you make a sound of annoyance, a long groan while pushing your ass back, making garou stumble a bit. he lifts his head, staring down at you, pushing your hair aside to see that tiny ‘g’ tatted on the back of your right earlobe. he knows how submissive you get when he nibbles there, so he does, a loud squeal coming from you before you’re slapping your hand over your mouth, paranoid that you’ll wake the kids. your pussy is squeezing him tight, garou keeping his strokes slow and deep, curved cock hitting all the right spots. you’re seeing stars now. his breath on your ear, his hands grazing your inner thighs and his dick altogether drives you insane. “i love you.”

he hears you, but he’s not satisfied. garou grins. “huh? i couldn’t hear you, wife. speak up for daddy.”

you grit your teeth, turning your head to look him in the eyes. yours drifted low, face all fucked out and it kills him. “i love you, stupid. now fuck me, please garou.”

“fuck, i love you too,” garou slides out, turning you and picking you up high, always scared when he does this because he’s super fucking tall. but you know he’ll never drop you. he has his forearms locked under your knees, pussy hovering right above his twitching dick he slams you down onto after your hands find themselves tangled in his hair.

“ooo, shit. ‘rou,” your cries fuel him even more, dragging you on his cock until the two of you cum together, faces screwed up in each others, gasping and moaning and you don’t bother scolding him about cumming inside of you because it felt so fucking good you go dizzy from it. you’re both messy in each others cum and sweat, garou kissing you more before slowly lifting you off his softening dick, carrying you to the downstairs bathroom for a shower.

lets just say the kids were ecstatic to see their dad laying in bed with mom again, jumping onto the bed early in the morning with giggles, garou promising to make pancakes and have a day at the park.

link. had this position in my mind and needed to write it bc MMMM.

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x reader - I’ll still love you

Walking into the office, you paused in your tracks as you tried to process what you were seeing.

You placed a hand over your mouth, to hold in the laughter rising in your chest, and you slowly walked over.

“Renovating the office?” You snickered.

“This you?” Rossi asked.

You laughed loudly, shaking your head and you walked over to your desk, pulling out your bag.

Setting it on the desk you opened it, pulling out a couple of shirt from inside and you looked over at him.

“No, no it wasn’t me but this is amazing.”

“So you didn’t hide a trap of paint in my office cause I have to tell you that’s a very you thing to do. You gave Hotch a glitter bomb on his birthday.”

“Come on, that was hilarious though.”

You gestured for him to follow you, and he did.

You took him to the kitchen, sitting him down on a chair, you filled the sink with warm water, putting a shirt in it before walking over.

Taking a chair you set it down in front of him and you sat down, carefully cleaning the paint from his face.

Rossi rested a hand on your knee, and you smiled gently at him.

“Did you call the cleaners to sort it?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re on the way now.”

You nodded your head.

“Really though Dave, it wasn’t me I swear. Glitter is more my thing right now, it’s funnier.”

He chuckled a little.

“Yes, but you’re the only one on this team who pulls pranks like that.”

You grinned proudly at him.

Once you were finished cleaning the paint from his face, you handed him the shirt so he could clean his hands.

“Why are you here? You don’t usually come in on weekends.” Rossi said.

“I was bored, and I knew you’d be here. I wanted to see if you wanted to go for lunch?”

He smiled.

“Well, preferably not covered in paint. But I would love to have lunch with you my dear, you know that. However, I have a different idea.”

You hummed a little, soaking the other shirt in the water so you could carry on cleaning his face, standing behind him to clean the back of his neck.

“How about I make you some lunch instead? Your favourite?”

“Pizza?”

Rossi laughed.

“If you want pizza then that’s what I’ll make, but I need to go home and get this paint out.”

“Let’s go then!”

You grabbed his things, and the two shirt you used and rushed down to your car.

You were going to meet Rossi at his place, so you went to yours first to toss the shirts in the wash.

You weren’t too bothered about the white paint hand print on your jeans, you just jumped back in your car to go to his, letting yourself in.

You wondered around, sitting on the bar stool as you waited for Rossi to come through which didn’t take long.

He placed his hand on the side of your face as he walked past, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he began to get everything ready.

“Are you going to help?”

You smirked a little, resting your elbow on the counter and your chin on your hand.

“I think I’d prefer to just watch.”

Rossi chuckled a little.

“You’re a charmer aren’t you?”

“Always have been.” You beamed.

“Well, too bad it ain’t working, here.”

Rossi handed you everything, and he stood next to you as he talked you through what to do.

This is what you loved, just the small things, spending time with one another, just cooking, or listening to music.

Just spending time with one another when you weren’t on a case, keeping a low profile, keeping your relationship to yourselves.

Rossi did most of the cooking though, because as he learned the hard way, cooking wasn’t exactly your strong point.

While he was waiting for the dough to set, he walked over to you, holding his hand out with a gentle smile.

“Can I interest you in a dance?”

You reached up, placing your hand in his.

“You absolutely can.”

Rossi moved you away from the counter, both of you just dancing around the kitchen while you waited.

You smiled softly at him, be brought a hand up, running his knuckles along your cheek.

“You are so beautiful…” he whispered.

He brushed his fingers along the burn scar behind your ear, and you tensed up a little, arching your head away from him.

“Hey… don’t do that..” he whispered.

Rossi stopped dancing and so did you.

He placed a hooked a finger under your jaw, tilting your head back towards him.

“You’re so beautiful (Y/N), you don’t have to hide away from me…”

“I know…”

He smiled softly, running his thumb along the skin on your cheek, and you leant into his touch, closing your eyes as you let out a hum of content.

Rossi leant down, kissing your forehead, then gently pressed a kiss to your lips before he pulled away.

“You are more than these scars…”

Rossi placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Which means, my dear, you don’t need to wear this jacket when you’re with me. I know it’s heavy and makes you uncomfortable.”

You shrugged the jacket off, letting him take it, and he hung it on the back of a chair, taking your hands in his.

He took a moment to study the burns on your upper arm, then he looked at you.

“Absolutely perfect.”

“You’re corny.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“Corny Dave!”

You slipped out from his grasp, taking a few steps and he chuckled a little bit as he watched you.

You grinned at him, ducking under his arm as he reached for you and he turned around, holding his hand out to you.

“Come now, that’s not playing nice.”

You placed your hand in his, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you resting your forehead on his chest.

“I love you..” he whispered.”

You went to reply but you were stopped by the sound of his phone ringing.

He sighed, stepping away as he walked over to the counter.

“Is it Hotch?”

“No, it’s Garcia.”

He answered the phone, and you walked over, standing beside him and he placed a hand on your lower back.

You leant into his side, closing your eyes with your head against him.

Rossi brought his hand up, playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

You smiled softly.

In the quiet, you could hear the voice talking on the other end of the line, and you furrowed your brows a little bit, tuning into it.

“So we haven’t been invited?”

Rossi stopped speaking to listen to Garcia on the other end of the phone, and you looked at your phone on the counter.

Walking over, you picked it up, signalling to Rossi you had to take a call and he nodded his head.

Walking over, you kissed his cheek and left the room.

You didn’t have a call to take, but you did make a very short call, then made another call as you left his house.

You drove back to your apartment to grab a couple of things before sending Rossi a text to say that you weren’t feeling well and went home.

Making your way back outside, you got a cab to the airport and went to California.

You walked out of the terminal and found a familiar face looking back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call you out here.”

Walking over, you brought your nephew in for a hug, patting the back of his head.

“I told you I’d always come for you if you needed me to Derek, what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when we get there, but Scott’s dad called your team.”

“I know he did, I was there.”

Derek nodded, taking you out to his car.

“Look, Scott’s dad still doesn’t know anything, we’re trying to keep it that way. So far we don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”

“Take me Stilinski. I’ll get the reports from him.”

“Sure thing. Do you think they’ll come out here?”

“No doubt in the back of my mind. If McCall called them in, they’ll come. Right now my boss thinks I’m sick.”

Derek nodded, and he took you back to your home town, straight to the sheriffs station.

You jogged inside, walking over to the man in charge and you stepped in front of him.

“Tell me everything you know and fast, McCall can’t catch me here he’ll tell my team.”

Stilinski nodded his head, holding a file out to you, and you set it on the desk, taking photos using Derek’s phone.

“I’ll read it when I get back, I can’t go with Derek they’ll most likely interview him to see if this is Peter. It’s not though, can I stay with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll call Stiles, get him to set out the couch, we’ll sort something else for you tomorrow.”

“Thanks Noah!”

You ran out, jumping straight back into the car and Derek took you to the Stilinski house and you were greeted by Scott and his friends.

“Right kids, listen up. My team may question you, do not, and I repeat, do not tell them that I am here, do not even tell them you know me. Do not talk about this over the phone or text, only in person.”

“Why?” Stiles asked.

“Because our tech analyst is the best in the business and no doubt she’ll get into each and every one of your phones.”

He nodded his head.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just join them?” Lydia asked you.

“No, I need to make sure this isn’t my brother, then when we’ve figured it out if it’s supernatural I’ll take them out, if it isn’t I’ll let my team handle it.”

“We think it’s hunters.” Scott said.

“What makes you think that?”

The door was opened and closed, and you looked over, watching as the man walked in.

“Because these techniques come straight from our books.”

“Yeah, like burning families homes down come from your books too?”

He sighed.

“That was Kate, I promise you I had nothing to do with that.” Chris said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and you carefully walked to stand next to your nephew, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m not working with him…”

“If you don’t then we’re never going to find Peter.” He whispered.

You flicked your gaze to Derek.

“I know you want to find him (Y/N). Let argent help.”

With a heavy sigh, you nodded your head, agreeing to just for now but you kept your distance.

You listened as they all spoke, making a note of it all in your head.

“They’re looking for information, most likely something Peter knows.”

“Derek is going to be the first suspect, then you are.”

“Why us?” Derek asked.

“Well, you’re his nephew. They’ll think it has something to do with you being framed, anger, stuff like that. Argent because of what happened to his wife, and his sister. Everything here links back to The Hale and Argent Family, a massive loop.”

You turned to stiles.

“Do you have a board?”

He grinned a little.

“Of course I do!”

You all followed him while he explained and showered everything he had compiled so far.

Walking over you began to explain everything to them, highlighting certain parts of information that Stiles had collected.

You kept the younger pack away from your investigation not wanting to put them in harms way.

You did everything you would’ve done if you were with your team, which by yourself was a lot harder.

Sitting in a coffee shop, you flicked through some of your papers.

“I think I might have something.”

You looked up, gesturing for Chris to sit down and he did, pulling out his laptop from his bag.

“I asked a few people I know, which isn’t many now, but there is some talk about a group of rouge hunters holding a werewolf. There’s no name, there’s also no reason, they just think it’s fun. Eventually they’ll kill him.”

You looked at the footage he had, and you played it, carefully watching what was going on.

Then you rewound the video and played it again.

“No, no it’s not random.”

You pushed the laptop back towards him.

“They’re looking for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m the only one who got away, I killed their boss.”

He immediately snapped his attention back to you, setting his coffee cup down.

“What?”

“I killed their boss, they got Peter to try get to me.”

“Then you’re probably the real target.”

You slowly nodded your head, looking at your phone as it chimed.

“And it looks like they’ll stop at nothing to get to me. We need to go, now, to the loft.”

“I’ll drive.” Chris said.

You grabbed your papers and his bag, rushing out after him.

He sped, blowing through red lights, the reassurance of you would get him out of any tickets or court cases.

There were police cars outside, along with the familiar SUV’s, and you jumped out the car.

“Hide the papers, stay here, if you go in they’ll arrest you for coming in armed.”

“Just give me the signal.”

You nodded, jogging into the building, the local officers let you through.

You could hear voices, a lot of overlapping chatter, shouting, and you made your way into the loft.

“Finally, they woman we want.”

“You let that kid go and we’ll talk.”

The masked woman scoffed slightly, shaking her head.

“Not a chance.”

You walked forward, standing next to Stilinski and Hotch.

You ignored the prying looks of your team, and you flicked your eyes to the burning pile of plant matter in the middle of the room.

“Nice touch right? Wolfsbane, to expose you all to the people you love most.”

“I don’t care about that. I care about that teenager you’re holding hostage.”

“Please, he’s a threat. Just like you, your nephew and your brother.”

“My brother made that teenager who he was, I helped teach my brother be who he is. If you want to kill somebody kill me.”

“(Y/N)!” Rossi hissed.

You ignored him, and you took a few steps forward.

“I killed your boss.”

“I know.”

You slowly walked around, red eyes boring into hers.

“Let him go, take me to my brother and I’ll give myself up.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“What do I have to lose? You’ve already exposed this pack, you’ve knocked Derek unconscious, you want to ruin my life right? Make me pay?”

You walked over to the two, and you crouched down, swinging your claws at her leg.

Someone else grabbed you, holding a gun to your head turning to the team, and you eyes locked with theirs.

You took a deep breath, avoiding looking at Rossi in anyway.

“Let Scott go and you can have me…”

You turned to the unsub, holding your hand out.

“Just let him go…”

She reached out, taking your hand and pushed Scott away and he landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

Stilinski knelt down, placing a hand on Scott’s back, patting it a few times as he coughed.

“You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch said.

“I think we are.” She smirked.

You reached behind you, tapping on the glass and it shattered, letting her team run out ahead of you guys.

You grabbed her hand.

“(Y/N) don’t!” JJ yelled.

You pulled the woman after you, pushing her through the window first.

You jumped down, running along the next roof until you jumped down to the road, running after her.

“How did you know?!” She yelled.

“I recognised your scent! Take me to him then run!”

She nodded her head, leading the way for you.

Hotch was immediately on the phone while Rossi just watched you disappear.

“Garcia get me everything on The Hale family now. And whatever you can on (Y/N).”

They all waited around.

“Oh, oh okay. Oh… oh god…”

“What is it?” Morgan asked.

“The Hale family home went up in flames years ago, there were only three recorded survivors, Peter hale who is currently missing, and Derek hale. And (Y/N)! (Y/N) was in the fire, she was taken to hospital where she then went missing for two years before being found stumbling along a highway three states over covered in blood.”

There was a small pause.

“Oh there’s more! She was found to have suffered major burns down her left side, behind her ear, on her shoulder and her bicep. She never told anybody what had happened.”

“Where is she heading now?”

“I.. I don’t know.”

“The house…”

Everybody turned to Derek who sat up, rubbing his head.

“She would have gone to house, I think that’s where they’re holding Peter.”

The BAU rushed that way, trying to get to the old hale home where you were already at, getting your brother out with the help of your friend.

“They’ll be back soon, get Peter out of here. And thank you Maya, I’ll let them know you weren’t a threat.”

She nodded, helping Peter away with Chris, and you began to go through the home trying to figure out what it was they were looking for.

There was a bang, and flames shot up around the place, and you ran down the stairs to see the flames quickly spreading.

The man at the door smirked and stepped back, you heard the shouting of your team.

You back away from the flames, jumping down the railing, knowing it was at least safer down there as the flames climbed the stairs.

You ran to the back door, but it was covered as well.

You tried to find any escape but there wasn’t any.

The flames were growing hotter, the smoke burning into your lungs, and you backed into the living room.

“(Y/N)?!” Emily yelled.

You didn’t reply, you started to panic.

You began to panic, memories flooding back to you, and you slumped against the wall, tears burning your eyes.

“No… no… no…”

“(Y/N)!”

There was another bang, and you felt the floorboards until you give way.

“Let’s go!” Scott yelled.

He and Derek helped you up, taking you the way they had managed to get in through a small gap, pushing you through it.

Scott jogged away, and Derek crouched behind you, hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“Peter… where’s Peter…?”

“Safe, he’s with Argent.”

You slowly nodded your head, taking a few deep breaths.

“They know somethings wrong.”

“Of course they do… they’re not stupid…”

Derek laughed a little, helping you up, and he walked you around the house where your team were stood but you couldn’t look at them.

You felt ashamed that you had showed yourself to them, they found out this way, they found out about you.

“(Y/N) what the hell were you thinking?!” Rossi snapped.

He went to walk over and you shuffled behind your nephew.

“I need to go see in brother I.. I’m sorry…”

You walked over to Derek’s car and got in, not paying them any mind as left them all behind even if it hurt you needed to make sure Peter was safe first.

“We need everything we can on The Hale family.” Hotch said.

“There’s something missing, and I think those teenagers, and the sheriff know more than they’re saying.” Rossi said

[withacapitalp]

Because the girlies really loved my last post about Argyle (and I can't remember if I put this here or not) have some more unconditional jargyle love

“I got a job today,” 

All conversation halted as over a dozens pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Argyle gave them all a half smile and shoving some more vegetables in his mouth. 

“A job?” Jonathan managed to sputter out, looking at Argyle like he was from another planet. He did that a lot, always had, so it didn't really bug him.

Argyle was fine with being weird.  

“Hawkins Pizza! Gino wants me to start on Thursday, earlier if I can. They reallllllly need the help,” Argyle said with a disappointed shake of his head, taking another bite of broccoli and telling them the whole story. 

He had gone in on an impulse while he was waiting to pick up Robin and Steve from work. He had just wanted a slice, maybe to pick some up for dinner tonight so Joyce didn’t have to cook, but he had walked into a waking nightmare. Half baked mushy dough, tomato sauce that tasted like it came right out of a jar, and a cheese blend that had zero stringiness. 

They didn’t even have pineapple. It was a complete travesty.

The owner hadn’t appreciated his observations at first, even threatened to kick him out, but he had managed to swing the man around by offering to make him a real pizza. 

Twenty five minutes later Argyle had a job offer and a super nice new boss. Turns out the dude was way chill, just overwhelmed by being one of three restaurants left standing after the earthquake. But good pizza made everyone feel better. It was one of the reasons Argyle had loved being at Surfer Boy so much. 

“Y’all won’t be able to handle the sick ass pies I’m about to be slinging,” He said with a lazy shaka and a chuckle. 

Everyone was still looking at him, but not with as much confusion. They all congratulated him,  lowly going back to the conversations they had been having before. 

Well everyone except Jonathan, but that guy was always zonked out. 

“You’re staying?” Jonathan finally asked. 

“As long as its still cool for me to crash on your couch, my guy,” Argyle answered. Shoot. He probably should have asked that first before taking the job, but he had just been excited to get to start making pizzas again. Being in Hawkins wasn’t anything like Cali, and he had jumped at the chance for something just a little bit familiar. 

“Of course it is. Stay as long as you want,” Jonathan answered automatically, not missing a beat, “I just- I-“

Jonathan cut himself off with an irritated sigh, turning to stare down at his plate. Argyle let him have the moment, bopping his head along to the music playing in his head and happily spacing out. 

Jonny needed things like this, moments where he could debate whatever was going on inside. His best friend was ‘cerebral’ as his abuela would put it- he needed time in his head to find the right thing to say. 

Or he needed time to find the courage to say he wanted to say without fear. Either way, Argyle didn’t mind waiting. 

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to want to stay,” Jonathan mumbled out, still keeping his eyes on his plate and not his best friend, “I mean given how insane everything is,” 

It was insane. It was all insane.

Two weeks ago they had been hitting golfballs into old cars and talking about how Jonathan needed to get his shit together, and now they were sitting in the living room of an abandoned cabin halfway across the country, surrounded by people who had only taken ten days to feel like family to him. 

It was insane that Jonathan’s little sister could move stuff with her mind, and there was apparently an alternate dimension full of hell beasts that were determined to break into their world and destroy everything. It was insane that he had known nothing about the guy he swore was his best friend, and it was insane that Argyle still managed to find a way to love him through all of it. 

But sometimes insane was a good thing.

“Where else would I wanna be?” Argyle said instead with an easy grin, slinging an arm around Jonathan’s shoulder and leaning into his best friend’s space. 

[albatmobile]

Cardinal Sins Chapter 5

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: M | TW: drowning | 5k Contains: pizza party, arguments, healing, searching for clues fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter 5: Tidal Wave

A few days later, you finally convince Roy to invite Conner over.

Roy’s still been struggling since Cadmus, but each week it has been looking more and more up. However, you can’t help but wonder if he’s just putting on a front.

When you originally brought up the idea of Roy speaking to the Kryptonian, he’d scoffed. That all changed as soon as Lian had heard Auntie Stephanie would be coming as well. From there, it was as good as over for Roy. 

With Jason and Lian on your side, Roy eventually conceded, which is where you stand today. 

“Shit’s gonna be fucking awkward,” Roy mumbles as he reads over the text one more time before hitting send, confirming the meeting in an hour.

Yesterday Roy’d called Conner and invited him over for lunch. Stephanie must’ve already given Conner the rundown from your evening with her because he readily accepted.

Now, here the three of you are, bustling around with last minute arrangements in anticipation of your friend’s arrival.

It’s warm out, which Jason decides means it’s perfect for pizzas. The back deck contains a state-of-the-art pizza oven that you haven’t broken in yet, so it seems like the perfect day to christen it.

Roy’s helping Lian add her toppings when the elevator suddenly dings a few minutes later.

You’re the only one in the kitchen, so you hadn’t seen anyone call up to be let in. You’re less confused when the doors open to reveal Damian and Jon.

“Hey,” you smile, wiping the flour from your hands as you move to greet him. Damian greets you with a kiss on each cheek, with Jon coming up behind him to squeeze the three of you into an inhumanly tight hug. “Jon!” you wheeze until he releases both of you with an airy laugh.

“Are you expecting company?”

By now, Jason and Roy have taken notice of the unexpected visitors and move inside to greet them. Lian races up to Jon, giggling with glee when he immediately lifts her into a dizzying spin that leaves her absolutely ecstatic. 

“Uncle Jon!” She pinches his cheeks as he holds her in his arms. Meanwhile, Damian eyes her with awkwardness oozing from his every chalant movement. Lian doesn’t give him a chance to be awkward because she leaps from Jon’s arms to race toward Damian. “Uncle Dami!”

The little girl latches around his legs, nearly toppling him over upon impact. He pats awkwardly at her shoulder, bending down to give her a side hug in greeting, “Hello there.”

“We were in the neighborhood,” Jon supplies. “Damian and Bruce had a meeting down the street from here so I brought them coffees. As soon as it was done, I figured we’d just stop by and say ‘hi,’ sooo here we are!” He looks around awkwardly at the preparation you have going on. “If we’re intruding, we can totally-”

You wave off his concern easily. The more the merrier. 

“How’s Bruce been?” you ask. You haven’t seen him since the family dinner when you’d first moved in.

“Completely preoccupied with his latest fling. Some rich socialite named Samantha,” Damian says. He doesn’t particularly perturbed nor excited, so you can’t exactly get a read on the new woman.

Typical Damian.

The call button rings out before you can answer. You excuse yourself, moving to answer it while Jon and Damian catch up with Jason and Roy.

It was a good call on the pizzas; you smile Jason’s way as if to say so. There’s plenty of extra dough for everyone to make their own and it’ll be easy enough to add on two chairs to the patio table. 

You catch yourself smiling wide.

It feels exciting to be able to hold events in your home. 

Your parents never had any guests over, so this was all new territory for you. It’s completely liberating and only proves how far you’ve come since meeting this rambunctious group.

“Fuck is baby bird doing here?” Steph asks once you let her and her boyfr-… well, her and Conner and Tim up. “Jon!” Stephanie makes a break for the lean man, giving him a tight hug that made his Kryptonian-strength one with you look weak.

The eight of you congregate on the patio as a mess of toppings gets passed around until everyone’s pizzas are in the oven.

As soon as everyone’s seated, Lian insists on pouring everyone lemonade, which means you have to follow behind her with a towel to clean up the spills. She misses Damian’s Jimmy Choo oxfords by a mere centimeter. 

You smile apologetically at him, but he waves you off easily and thanks Lian with a small smile.

Thankfully there’s no food fight this time, you’re in no mood to clean up after a Bat Family pizza battle, but it’s filled with boisterous laughter and wide smiles, nonetheless. 

After a while, Conner and Roy separate from the group. They excuse themselves from the table as they move to chat in the living room. Lian soon follows behind her dad, begging for him to turn on Young Justice for her. After years of watching the show, she still can’t get enough of it and you know you’ll rue the day she grows out of it.

“I’m sure by now we’ve all heard that Wayne Enterprise was broken into last night,” Damian says once everyone’s had their fill of pizza. “Father and I were in Bialya, but we switched flights to arrive back early this morning.”

This doesn’t seem like news to anyone. if anything, it appears to be more of a way for him to break the ice.

“We all know what the feather means, right?” Tim says. “I thought it was a mere legend, a stupid story Bruce told us to freak us out.”

“What was?” Connor questions. 

Stephanie snorts before ominously reciting, “‘Beware the court of owls that watches all the time, gazing from the shadows behind cement and lime. They see you at your heath. They see you in your bed. Take care, beware, or they will send a talon for your head.’” It’s quiet as she finishes, which she uses to fuck with you guys even more. “BOO!” she shouts suddenly.

You hate that you jump but are, at the very least, glad that Jon jumps, too. Thankfully, he shares the heat with you as the table laughs at your plight. 

“Not funny, Brown,” Damian scolds her, seemingly deep in thought.

“You know it’s all just bullshit, right?” She rolls her blue eyes with a smirk. “You’re about 15 years too old to be believing in that, Dami.”

“The Court of Owls is very much real,” Damian says. He then looks down at his plate briefly as if reminiscing on something, leaving Stephanie’s chuckles to cease. “Father used to tell me that tale. I wrote it off, too, until I met Talon.” The joking atmosphere at the table quickly dissipates. “He’s the top Court soldier. He came to me when I was vulnerable, young and angry, way before I’d met either of you,” Damian says, motioning toward you and Jon. “My grandfather had been murdered in front of my very eyes and suddenly everything I knew changed from that day forward. Father took me in, but he didn’t have a choice. He hated the way I thought, hated how I was trained to kill, hated how I felt no mercy. Now I realize that Father saw me as much of a project as Talon did. 

"Talon used my prior training to twist my relationship with Father. He corrupted my mind- manipulated it to make me think what was right was wrong. He molded me like clay until I was a primal shell of my former self without me ever realizing the shift. I was a senseless killer under the guise of morality.” He sounds so disappointed in himself. Jon won’t allow it, though, as he scoops Damian’s tanned hand into his pale one with a comforting squeeze. “I forgot all my training with Father and Grandfather to follow this… this false idol. Father nearly sent me back to my mother but it was only fair considering I nearly gave away his secret identity to the Court.”

“Why are you telling us all of this?” Tim questions gently.

“Because,” Damian hisses as if it should be obvious, “I don’t want any of you to underestimate the Court, let alone question if they’re real.” His words seem pointedly directed toward Stephanie. “If they’re making moves as big as this, we can’t let our guards down. With all of Father’s extensive data on Gotham, he still has no known record of their base nor any inkling as to who runs it. If the emitter really is in their hands, they’re very much a threat.”

“I can’t help but think it has to do with Joker,” Jason adds solemnly. “He escapes and later that same night, there’s a hit from the Court of Owls? It can’t be a coincidence.”

You can’t help but wonder if Joker is somehow connected to this elusive Court. “If he is, that could explain the chokehold he had on Cadmus,” you say.

The table nods in agreement.

Just what are you dealing with here? This seems way out of your depth now and, looking around at the table, it seems like everyone’s in agreement.

“If he is involved, I won’t hesitate this time,” Jason says, immediately locking eyes with you.

You feel simmering rage stirring within you. What was the point of the apologies if he was just going to bring this same shit up a day later? And in front of your family, too!

Cunt.

Tim seems like he wants to speak but refrains. Even Stephanie seems at a loss for how to address Jason’s rageful resoluteness at the topic.

“Father will disown you,” Damian states what’s on everybody’s minds. 

“You sound like you agree with that decision,” Jason spits.

“It’s his code.” Damian meets Jason’s searing gaze with a practiced coolness. “Everyone knows what they sign up for when it comes to this family. It seems like she’s the only one who has any sense between the two of you,” Damian reprimands as he gestures between you and Jason.

“We did it Bat’s way last time,” he growls. “Now, look. He’s broken out, he’s back. Dangerous equipment has been stolen by a dangerous fable that has even Bruce scared and has possible ties to the clown psychopath. He keeps. coming. Back.” Jason slams his fist on the table to emphasize each word. “There’s only one way this ever really ends.”

“Jason,” you trail off with your brows furrowing in concern.

“What? What can you tell me that you haven’t before, that they haven’t before.” Jason shakes his head angrily. “Besides, you don’t actually care whether that fucker lives or not, you just care about what Brucey thinks. Guess what? You’ll never earn his acceptance. None of us have and none of us ever truly will,” Jason says before gesturing wildly at the members of the Bat Family, who hang their heads in response. “You’re blind, babe, if you can’t see it.”

You share a terse smile with the other inhabitants at the table before abruptly getting up.

“Excuse me.”

You don’t bother checking behind you, knowing Jason’s emerald heat is following your every movement as you sidle up to Roy on the couch. You delicately cuddle against him, replaying Jason’s cruel words on repeat while pretending like everything’s fine.

You finally focus in on their conversation somewhat when the patio door slides open and Damian leaves without a word, Jon following awkwardly behind his pissed-off boyfriend. Not even a minute later, Jason follows, storming past the couch to slam your bedroom door shut behind himself.

Roy looks at you questioningly, but you merely encourage him to keep chatting with Conner. 

“This is more important right now, baby.”

“Bat shit?” Conner snorts at Roy’s question, seeming to understand from his time spent with the family.

You just kiss Roy’s freckled cheek, shuffling against him until he concedes and puts his arm around you.

The sliding door sounds from behind you as Tim and Stephanie shut the patio door behind them and move to fill the remaining seats on the sectional.

Roy doesn’t seem to notice as he continues on with the topic at hand, “You’re the only other person I know who’s dealt with Cadmus’ cloning bullshit.”

“Definitely different sides of that experience, though,” Conner says. “It took a long time for Superman to get used to me and what I stood for. Well, who I stood for.”

“Lex,” Roy supplies.

“Yeah,” he sounds pained.

“Didn’t he,” Tim starts, then trails off when everyone’s eyes fall on him. “Wasn’t that the one who gave you your arm, Roy?”

“Yeah.”

A heavy silence settles across the room.

“More similar than we thought, then, I guess,” Conner finally pipes up after a few beats of silence.

You’re glad Stephanie mentioned the idea and even more so that Conner agreed. It seems like they’re connecting in a way that’s clearly beneficial to Roy’s continued path toward healing. For the first time since your argument with Jason, you allow yourself to exhale.

At the very least, this part of today was going right.

“You seemed so calm being back in that place.” Roy shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “All I felt was this miserable rage. It was like I was seconds away from an all-out rampage.”

“I hide it well,” Conner shrugs. “Obviously, our situations aren’t exactly the same, but even though I was under mind control for most of it, it doesn’t mean I don’t still get flashes of that place. I still have nightmares about situations I can’t even place and I still feel the feelings I felt throughout.”

Eventually, Jason reemerges from the room to sit beside you in a huff. His arms are crossed, but that only lasts so long before he moves his arm behind Roy’s shoulders, trapping you both against him. He runs an apologetic hand up and down your thigh, though he never actually apologizes.

Typical Jason.

As long as Roy remains somewhat oblivious and more focused on the conversation at hand, you’re content to let it slide. For now, that is.

Roy sighs, “The nightmares make it feel like it’s always happening.” Boy, do you know how that feels. You squeeze his thigh in reassurance, catching his soft eyes as you do. “It’s like no matter how many years pass, no matter how much therapy I go through, it never completely goes away. I feel weak sometimes, but I wish it would go away. I wish that all the progress and work I’ve put in every second of every fucking day could make it disappear completely, but I know it never will and I’ll always have to keep fucking working towards being okay with not being completely okay and, you know what? Part of me isn’t okay with that and I battle with that rage every day.”

“You should know by now that after that rage only comes sadness and emptiness, then,” Conner supplies. 

Roy stills minutely before continuing on as if he hadn’t, “Yeah.”

“Your meetings are good, but if you keep it all inside from the people you care about, you’ll only ever make so much progress,” Stephanie pipes up. 

You feel Jason stiffen a bit, knowing Roy felt the same minuscule movement as well. 

Part of you wants to turn around and shove her words down into every crevice of his stubborn brain. It’s like no matter how many times you have the conversation about being open with each other, Jason can never seem to fully grasp the concept in a way that’s beneficial for you or Roy. 

None of you have ever been used to depending on anyone, but that doesn’t mean it still has to be that way. 

“Honestly, what helped me most was having a support system who helped me work through my emotions.” Conner awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck. It’s obvious that he’s not used to talking about his feelings and is only cemented by his next statement. “I’m not very good with emotions even still, but I have people who understand this and still help me work through everything,” Conner says as he looks from Roy to you, then to Jason. “It seems like you’ve got a pretty good support system, too.”

“I do,” Roy says gratefully.

“Lean on them, even us,” Conner says, shooting him a meaningful look. “I promise it’ll get easier.”

•••

Later that week, they finally decide to test the credibility of your visions. 

At a loss for leads, you’d told them about your latest vision of tunnels. Once Roy had confirmed there’d been seismic activity in the area, they decided to test your vision one step further.

So, here the three of you are, suited up in the wee hours of the night to investigate your plagued thoughts. They follow you into the tunnels Tim had pointed out the night he’d played designated driver. 

Your mask and Jason’s offer night vision. Meanwhile, Roy’s tinkered together glasses that offer him not only night vision but a thermal cam and so much more. You’re waiting to get your own mask upgraded by him, but, for right now, night vision alone will do. As soon as you land in the muck, you activate it, looking around the four tunnels surrounding you as Arsenal and Red Hood join you in the murky stream beneath your feet.

“Which way?”

They both look at you like you can somehow psychically summon the answer in your mind on command.

You can’t.

“I don’t fucking know,” you retort more sharply than you’d meant to. “Maybe we should we split up?” you try again, not wanting to start off the night on a bad note.

“You’ve watched enough Scooby Doo with Lian to know that that’s never a good idea.”

“Fair enough,” you laugh. “Maybe try using your thermal cam?”

“Good idea, princess- Cardinal,” Arsenal corrects himself before you can. “Oh, shit. No way.” He trudges toward the right-most tunnel to where you stand. “There’s a small trace over here, but it could just be animals.”

“Humans are animals,” Red Hood points out.

“Angsty ass motherfucker,” you mutter under your breath as you push past him to follow after Arsenal. “Maybe that disposition’s the reason you act like such a dick to the people who support you the most.”

Yeah, you still haven’t fully forgiven him for the stunt he pulled the other day in front of everyone. Though, you suppose forgiving would mean someone, Jason, would have to apologize again. Maybe this time, he’d actually fucking mean it. 

You know that the Joker has always been a sore subject between the two of you, but it shouldn’t be tearing you apart like this if you truly do love each other.

Hood scoffs, “Why are you acting like I don’t fucking care about you?”

Arsenal’s kind enough not to call Hood out on the hypocrisy. Usually, it’s the redhead that can’t help but slip up and bring personal life into the field, but this time, it’s Red Hood.

You continue to kick through the water ahead of him, only faltering slightly at the accusation.

“Because you act like you don’t fucking care,” you retort. After all, how could he apologize and then turn around and spit in your face like he had? The two of you are supposed to be on the same team.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses, coming to an audible halt behind you.

“Oh,” you stop as well but remain resolute in staring ahead, “I don’t?”

“Fuck you,” Red Hood hisses before he grabs at his helmet, ripping it off in frustration. He trudges forward to turn you around so that you’re face to face with his desperate expression that’s partially obstructed by his domino mask. “I’d give my life for you. Either of you!” His declaration echos about the labyrinth of tunnels that surround the three of you.

It’s by no means a resolution, but at least it’s something.

“We should get our heads back in the game,” Arsenal suggests before you can bother to respond.

Hood searches your masked face a few moments more before putting his helmet back on. This time, he moves ahead of you, leaving you and Arsenal to hobble through the water behind him.

Moss hangs from the cracked cement ceilings and the murky water only deepens the further in you get. 

By the time you reach your next waypoint, it’s up to your mid-calf. You don’t have to ask what the tunnels were used for when you’ve passed by at least three abandoned subway cars. Each one looks more decrepit than the rest, though they still seem mostly intact for how moss-covered and slimy they look.

“The trail looks like it continues up here.” Arsenal points at the tunnel dead ahead. His voice drops lower, “These are pretty defined trails. Do you think someone’s down here right now?”

“Better safe to assume so,” Red Hood warbles. “Minimal talking for now. Keep quiet and alert.”

The three of you stay still for a few minutes, waiting for a hint of, well, anything. When nothing produces, your trio finally wades deeper into the abandoned subway system.

Sometimes, you pass by a grate that offers the quiet comfort of moonlight, but it disappears just as fast as it appears.

Even though you’re going deeper into the maze of tunnels, the subway cars you’re seeing seem less gunky and more functional. Hood and Arsenal notice, too, as they trudge through the water to inspect them. You follow behind them, noticing a platform that looks like it leads to an old stop.

A sharp pang rings out in your skull as if an anvil’s hitting it. 

That can’t be good.

“I think he knows we’re here,” you say, completely distracted by the pain in your head. You rub at your temples, but nothing seems to help.

“Joker?” Hood questions now sounding on edge.

Though you’d given them shit for asking you for directions earlier, the pounding in your head couldn’t be any clearer of a warning. 

A familiar, sickening nausea sinks into the pit of your stomach as faint laughter echoes about the chambers of your brain. You can’t help but wonder if the ‘two subjects’ the Cadmus scientist had been referring to had anything to do with this feeling… Maybe it had nothing to do with a pregnancy and everything to do with him.

Joker.

Luckily, your partners seem to recognize the severity of the situation. 

Hood and Arsenal survey the area with weapons drawn, but everything remains completely quiet. The only sounds that trickle through the searing pain are the constant drips that seem to get louder and louder the more unbearable the pain in your head becomes.

“He knows we’re here,” you say again before cutting yourself off. “No, he’s here,” you look around fast. “Arsenal, put on your gas mask.” While your mask and Red Hood’s already offered protection against aerosol attacks, Arsenal’s domino mask left him vulnerable to them.

He does as you say and they both wait, Roy with his arrow drawn and Jason with his guns locked and loaded. 

Cackling strikes like a whip, crashing around the rock walls around you as they echo across your ears.

You freeze, trying not to freak out. 

You attempt to pinpoint just where the noise had come from when you see something.

“Look!” you shout. Your partners have taken to circling around you, facing the darkness that surrounds you with weapons pointed, “Up ahead, I think I see someone.” You squint, trying to make out the figure.

More cackling, but it’s not coming from the masked figure you have in your sights. Part of you can’t help but wonder if you’re merely imagining the noise entirely, but you can’t afford to question your sanity right now.

It’s still completely dark inside, but you swear you see the same mask, the same long hair you saw in your first vision. It’s so brief you think you’ve imagined it. That is until a large blast shakes the entire underground facility. 

There’s no time to react before rubble and thousands of tons of water descend upon the three of you. 

You manage a quick breath before you’re pulled under. 

All around you, cement chunks fall from the ceiling like thawing icicles 

When you surface, you’re scrambling. 

Your arms flail around as you attempt to take in your surroundings. The water is easily over 10 feet high now and growing by the minute. If the three of you don’t get out of here soon, you’ll all get trapped and, eventually, drown.

“They blew out the wall to the harbor!” Arsenal’s panicked voice sounds over your comm system. 

Before you have a chance to respond, the ceiling above you gives out. You barely manage a scream as you’re once again plunged underwater and become pinned by the debris. 

You’d attempted to hold your breath, but as soon as you slammed against the concrete, the breath you’d saved easily releases, leaving you with what little oxygen you have left in your already aching lungs. 

Your wet mask plastered against your face isn’t helping anything, nor is the darkness surrounding you. Soon, you find yourself on the verge of panicking.

“I’m in a subway car. Arsenal, do you have eyes on Cardinal?” you hear a deep voice question over the pounding in your head. 

You want to close your eyes so bad, you fight them blinking shut but it’s growing harder with each passing second. You know you’re going to pass out soon. Whether from lack of oxygen or blunt force trauma, you don’t know what will win out first.

“Tracking her now.”

They continue to talk, reaching out to you but you’re already moments away from gulping in the water around you. Your head is killing, your throat burns and the pressure behind your nose tempts you to inhale the liquid around you.

Suddenly, you feel a light tug on your body. You kick lightly, not understanding if this person poses a threat in the daze of your head injury. This time, the person pulls harder and you’re pulled from the rubble.

You break the surface with a gasp, hacking as you gulp down the little amount of air remaining in the tight space. You don’t fight when you feel your savior pull your soaking mask away from your face. No, instead, you gulp in the unrestricted access to oxygen. 

“Arsenal?”

Your comm finally starts to make sense again and you find yourself helping the redhead next to you paddle.

“We’re going to have to go back under, beautiful." You nod, not realizing what the man is talking about until his next statement. “Deep breath, baby." Ultimately, you do as he says but you end up struggling against his overbearing hold when he plunges the two of you back into the inky, wet darkness.

“There’s a portion of the car next to me with the roof still uncovered.”

You suddenly feel the direction change and quickly give up on fighting. It seems like the actual danger is the water and not so much a person. 

You’re losing consciousness and can’t find it in yourself to hold your breath as you had before. Luckily, you surface before you can suck any water into your lungs. 

The redhead- Arsenal, your mind lazily supplies, lifts you onto the exposed top of a subway car. The man soon joins you, panting as he gets to work, removing the emergency exit so the two of you can climb into the vehicle. Roy- Arsenal, you can hardly keep anyone’s name straight right now, scrambles, looking for something, anything, but it’s just the two of you alone in the subway car. 

You quickly drop to the floor, feeling helpless as the pain across your body pulsates with each panicked breath you take. 

Roy says your name as a desperate plea. “This looks bad. This looks really bad,” he mutters to himself as he looks over the limited supplies you have as the subway car begins to take on water. “Stay awake for me, princess. Hood?” The redhead scrambles to use your communication device on account of his getting knocked out. 

“I’m here,” Jason assures him. His voice sounds entirely calm under its signature robotic guise. “What’s the situation looking like?”

“We need to get her to the cave ASAP,” Roy urges in horror. He stops stroking your hair as he looks over at Jason in the next car. 

He’s starting to panic, but Jason needs him to stay calm if you are all going to pull through. He can’t afford to break the glass yet and add another route for water to pour through, but Roy knows he needs to do something and fast. 

It’s at this moment that the glass begins to crack under the pressure of the harbor water. 

In your dazed mind, you realize you should get up and help Roy look for a way out. You should look at Jason one last time in case it’s the last time you see him, but your body feels broken, your mind even more so. 

“Arsenal,” Jason says over the comms, sounding like it’s the end. 

Roy won’t allow it, though. No, he continues to hobble around the small area of the car. Your clouded eyes follow unfocused as he messes around with the subway controls at the very front of the car. 

“Your car’s attached to this one, Hood. I think I can get us out of here; just hold tight,” he says. At this, Roy pulls down a stubborn lever and the car slowly creaks to life. The ground below you jolts as the wheels begin to spin. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as your car totes Jason’s along the destroyed tracks. “We’ve only got one shot at this, Jay,” you hear from above you as Roy putters about with his arrows.

The cars are taking on too much water, to the point Roy has to haul you up so you don’t drown on the ground. 

“What’s the plan?” your ear buzzes with Jason’s familiar, deep voice. 

Your head feels like it’s splitting in two and the pressure behind your eyes makes you feel like they’re about to bug out of your head, but you try to remain present for a reason you can’t really place right now. 

“We crash another hole in this bitch. Right before we hit, shoot out a window and swim up.”

“That’s our best plan?”

Your head feels like an axe hitting your skull with each word.

“Might be the only one we’ve got.”

You’re holding onto consciousness when you see Roy take an explosive arrow. He shoots out one of your car's windows just as Jason takes his gun to do the same. 

You think you manage to scream that you love them, but too soon after, all that encompasses you is darkness.

A/N: cliffhanger... dun dun duuuunnn

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[brittle-doughie]

One wonders how other cookies would react when Y/n cookie is overly stressed from a chaotic and grueling cooperate job?

This won’t do at all. Baguette knew you were a hardworking cookie already based on your feats back at the department, but to see you work yourself further into the ground for a company that may have missed a guideline or two on the workplace. She’ll likely hold back on your more difficult tasks in the TBD and follow you around to make sure burnout didn’t take its toll on you. She may also report the practices of this company to the proper cookies, she hates it when authority over cookies abuse their power towards others, especially towards a cookie she fancies.

Almond Cookie is getting you into his squad car, AC cranked up with his jacket over your back. He’s looking into this to see if these company standards are even legal, because seeing you with tired eyes, stiff movements, and mushy dough is not normal. He’s taking you home where you can rest while he looks into the matter, this company is getting thrown the book if he spots even ONE infraction with their policies. He refused to see you crumble away like this!

Pizza Cookie knew you had a tough job and all, but when she felt your hand after a pizza delivery, how stiff it felt, she knew something was up. She could relate to having any of these symptoms of stress, it’s why Dr. Bones Cookie wouldn’t leave her alone about and she doesn’t want him bothering you about your own health too. She’ll try to keep you outside during deliveries as long as she can, anything to give you a semblance of break from your grueling work. Might even leave a review on the place too if it helps you in anyway.

Good Tingly-Bones! Dr. Bones is in utter astonishment when he felt your soft and mushy dough as well as your toppings on the verge of melting off with stress! That was it, he’s writing a doctor’s note to your company to excuse for you for the week-no! For nearly a whole month, this level of stress can severely affect your health in the long run! Don’t worry, Bones will be your personal doctor for the whole break period, he had to make sure you were safe and getting the rest you needed!

Kumiho Cookie takes pride and joy when you rest in her nine tails, the fluff from them soothing yourself away. She’s pissed for your employers though, why allow you to waste away for them?! Can’t they see that you’re crumbling slowly from all the work and chaos they’re giving you?! She’ll refuse to let you leave her tails until she’s sure you’ve rested well enough, but she’ll plead with you to promise her to never work that extremely again, she’s worried for you. :(

[ageofevermore]

LIFEBOAT

SUMMARY — when drift too far out to shore, kate is always there to throw you a lifeboat and bring you back in

These days, it feels like there are oceans between you and everything you care about. You feel disconnected, isolated, like you’re drifting further and farther out to sea with any and each insignificant blow of wind. You think that you’ve been set on this course for a while now, and maybe, you were even the one who built the boat that carries you out with the tide. You’ve never felt like you had a home in your family, in your friends, on the streets you grew up on. For your entire life, you had been nothing but a ghost caught in the breeze; the weightlessness of your existence subjecting you to riptides and invisibility.

When you met Kate, you were at your lowest. The days were short and the nights were even shorter, flashes of time and days coming and going without as much significance as remembering what you’d had for dinner, or if you’d eaten at all. She was like a life raft, like sunshine breaking across the shore after thunderstorms, but the rain can only leave for so long. Eventually, the sky always opens again, and when it rains, it pours.

You hadn’t left your dorm in days, hardly even rolled out of bed more than a handful of times to pee or brush your hair. You’re sure that it's now matted and all sorts of knotted into the hair tie you stole from Kate’s bedside table the night that you left in a panic feeling like your heart was sinking to your feet with no explanation. Your classes had gone unattended, your assignments undone. Whatever had happened, whatever had been the reason, you were reverting back to the ghost lost at sea that Kate had rescued, and it broke your heart even more than feeling like you mattered to noone as much as they mattered to you.

Kate had been leaving voicemails, texting you frequently, even when you didn’t answer, even when her messages just became a red notification bubble, she’d text again. She told you about her day, about her classes, about the dining hall and how she missed your hugs. She asked if you were okay, but she never dwelled on it. She was perfect, and you felt like an asshole for just watching her messages collect and not having the energy to pick up the phone even to just let her know you loved her all the same as you did last week. You felt like she was the last thing you deserved. Her goodness, her kindness, her sweet smile and humor. How could you deserve something so good?

A sudden knock at your door scared you, though it was soft and admittedly timid. Nobody had come by in months, nobody realized just how far from shore you were, nobody spared you a second glance, nobody ever took your name home with them. You were something so temporary it almost made you fragile, like a child's favorite trinket that never left the shelf in fear of it breaking or becoming lost. You had been sat on a shelf collecting dust, the novelty of you wearing off and thin.

You had hope that whoever was at your door would take your silence as rejection, but you would never be that lucky. The next knock was persistent, and this time, a whimsical pattern. You huffed, untangling your limbs from the soft throw blanket you’d lived beneath for the last few days, and dragged your feet toward the door. Not bothering to smooth the frizz in your hair, you opened the door with lifeless eyes. Your heart further plummeted at the sight of Kate before you, illuminated by the yellow hallway lights, drenched from the rain and holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and her favorite pizza.

“I know you don’t like pizza, but I also know that you probably haven’t eaten in a few days and… Well I tried to make you that pasta you like, but then Lucky needed to pee and I took him out and it started raining and I left the pot on the burner- oh god, that was your favorite pot. Uh, I brought pizza. I figured… I figured that if anything you could peel the cheese off and just eat the dough like a weirdo. Or, or if you want something else I can totally go get that!” She rambled anxiously, looking all over your face for any indication that her showing up was the wrong decision. She’d tried to give you the space you wanted, but eventually her heart won out.

For the first time in days, a smile pulled at your lips and a sound that someone resembled your laugh broke the silence you’ve kept for days. Your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper from so many days without it, but just hearing you, seeing you standing; still alive, reassured Kate. “No no, uh, pizza is perfect.” You promised, opening the door wider for her to step inside.

Kate couldn’t fix everything, but she could throw you a lifeboat and help to pull you back to shore, and she would. She always would, and you’d do just the same for her.

[marvels-bitch-boy]

The Pizza Boy

Kate Bishop x Ftm reader:

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Kate Bishop doesn’t understand why you -the pizza delivery boy who works below her- continues to give her a free pie every Wednesday after your shift ends. It confuses her to no end. I mean she doesn’t see why you do it if you don’t even talk to her. You always leave it at her door with no note and it’s never the same pizza two weeks in a row.

 Now to be fair there is a possibility it wasn’t you, she never actually saw you leave the pies, but you did always smile at her from the register when she walked by.

 After about two months of this, she decided she wanted evidence of who pizza-hood was -her friends coined the name not her-. She watched through the peephole around the time she believed the drops would happen. Much to her surprise, you walked up the stairs bundled in a few jackets and a beanie with a pizza in hand and a content face as you placed the box on her doormat. 

Eventually, she got up the courage to leave a few notes on her door for you.

Thanks for the pies  ;)

Soon they evolved into really bad pizza puns

I’m going to guess your name is on a Knead-to Know basis -K.B

Hoping I don’t seem like a weird-dough -K.B

These pies are here today, gone tomato -K.B

Hope you cheesed the day (that was super bad I’m sorry) -K.B

She could see every time you read them and she could see the small smile that would creep at the corners of your lips. It slowly became one of the things she looked forward to every week.

—

After a spat with her mom, she was on her way home when she saw that you were working a later shift so she saw no harm in stopping by to say hi…that “hi” turned into a two-hour-long conversation on varying topics and ended with her behind the counter while you stepped out to deliver a pizza a few blocks away to an apartment of drunk college kids. When you came back she was sitting on the counter playing a game on her phone. 

“Wow!” you fake gasped “and here I thought I could trust you to watch this fine establishment while I stepped out!” you gestured around the barren pizza shop and turned back to her with a smirk that paired well with your furrowed brows “And you’re on your phone!”

“You can so trust me! I promise!” she placed her phone down as she stared at you “Look it’s away, you and this gourmet restaurant have my full attention” 

You laughed and before you knew it your shift was over, which meant that your evening with Kate was cut short. Right as you were leaving she stopped you and seemed to be pulling up some courage before she asked you a question that surprisingly to her you had never been asked before. 

“Can I get your number?...” she paused for a second “It’s just to play games together, in case you get bored” she finished with a small smile and you exchanged phones with a smile gracing your lips. 

“Hope I get bored soon then…” you hand her phone back and say good night before making your way to the subway.

—

She started to stop in more and talk with you. You actually took more late shifts just so you made sure to catch her. Still dropping a pizza off every Wednesday for her. 

One night you saw someone in a ninja costume carrying a dog run past the shop. Then a while later two vans with mean-looking tracksuit guys who looked as greasy as your pizzas began yelling and throwing stuff at her windows. You and your bosses all went out to get them to leave. You began shouting as loud as you can for them to fuck off and heard Kate yell from the window something along the lines of  “DON’T FUCK WITH HIM!” but quickly was interrupted when a molotov cocktail was thrown at her. You decided that was the last straw and grabbed the nearest thing…which was a bird scooter. You chucked it at one of the guys. It didn’t go far… You didn’t see Kate after the fight and your stomach was in knots at the fact that you hadn’t heard from her.

—

You didn’t see kate for a few days after the fire, eventually she came back but she seemed to arrive home late and wouldn’t stop in. You decided to leave her a pizza and a note, and when that didn’t work you texted her and then when that didn’t work…you knocked on her door. She answered looking very tired and disheveled but soon very embarrassed and startled when she noticed it was you. You let out a small giggle at her reaction as she let you in, and waited while she went to get changed for a moment. You took this time to look around her apartment, it was filled with purple and was a lot bigger than anything you could afford. Once she was back you two sat on her couch and began talking.

“Okay, so…are you doing okay? I mean last week was crazy, those guys burning this place up and everything, what happened?” you were met with a mix of emotions on her face. She looked like she was trying to hold in a smile but also stop herself from crying. She took a deep breath and began to answer each question you gave. 

Your eyes went wide trying to process all the information and events that she was describing to you but then she started talking about you… wait you? She was using words like cute and sweet which made you smile a little as she started to ramble and quickly ended with “so yeah, that’s been the last month” for a moment you just sat in shock with your mouth hanging open and your eyes wide. 

Suddenly you stood up and looked at her, then slowly smiled. She looked confused and matched your smile. ”so….you think I’m cute?” you smirked at her like you’ve never done before.

 She quickly realized what she said “No! I mean you are but like- like in a friend way…I mean don’t you call all your friends cute?” You had already reached the door of her apartment.

“Nope, no take-backs!” and with that, you slipped out.

—

The two of you began to get closer as time passed. She invited you to hang out a lot and meet her friends, you invited her to meet yours. You can’t remember who or how it started but at some point, your little banter and jokes took a more flirtatious turn. Soon you’d catch yourself staring at her from across the room, waiting for her to text you goodnight before you fell asleep, looking for any excuse to hold her hand while you two were together. It didn’t help that she flirted back and never pulled away from you while you touched each other. You didn’t know if she was comfortable dating a trans dude, hell you hadn’t even told her you were trans. You decided that was the first thing you should do, then you needed to figure out if you should get over her or eventually tell her how you felt. You decided to tell her after going to a concert together and felt it was the right time, you walked her to her door and asked if you could use the bathroom to which she happily agreed when you got out she was sitting on her couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a second cup on the counter for you. You joined her and you two began talking and eventually, you stopped the conversation and started to get more serious “so..um Kate, there was something I um- I wanted to talk to you about actually” 

she shifted slightly to face you more and placed her mug down. “There actually was something I wanted to talk about too…” she didn’t really look at you instead of focusing on her hands in front of her. 

“Mines bigger, I really need to tell you because I don’t know how you’d feel after I tell-” 

she cuts you off “-I like you” 

your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped slightly 

“a lot actually, I didn’t know how to tell you-” next you cut her off 

“-I’m trans” 

She now did a double blink and took a sharp breath in. Your mind was racing and suddenly you became aware of all the weapons she had in her apartment and you just shot up and grabbed your jacket and began to apologise repeatedly as you walked to the door, she attempted to stop you but you were out the door before she could even reach you. 

Your phone was buzzing like a hex bug as you walked down the street. You checked and saw the screen become filled up with texts from Kate and you didn’t want to know what she was saying, you silenced your phone and shoved it in your pocket. You had already lost friends because of your transition and you didn’t want to prolong the pain. You knew in the back of your mind that she wasn’t like that but you still had those lingering thoughts the ones that where telling you the moment you told her, her feelings for you were gone. That the second the words had left your mouth that any chance you had with her went up in a puff of smoke. You knew you should have stayed. You knew you should have sat and talked, but the fear just erupted like a geyser and you ran. 

As you got onto the subway you saw a young kid on the other side of the car with a few pride pins. You smiled to yourself at how happy they seemed to be whenever they looked at them. The car pulled up to a stop and a mid-size group of boys who appeared to be around the age of 17-19 got on. They were laughing and joking around and as soon as one of them saw the pins they began mocking the kid. 

“Get a load of this freak!” One of them motioned to his friends and they all began laughing. “What? You couldn’t slack it with the girls?” You warily watched the situation and listened in on high alert. “What exactly do you have down there? I mean are you one of those freaks with both?” His buddy that wreaked of liquor -so much that you could smell it from the other side of the car- moved closer to the kid and chuckled “Why don’t you let us take a look? Wouldn’t hurt anyone” The fear that became present in the kids' eyes ignited something in you. You shot up like a bullet and made your way in between the boys and the kid as fast as you could. 

“Trust me. It would hurt alot” you grabbed his wrist that had come up while he moved. You faced the rest of the group that had begun chuckling at you. “Mind your business dude” The one whose wrist you had, yanked it out of your grasp and looked mad. You didn’t back down, you seemed to have adrenaline pumping through you like a rushing river. “This is my business, so back off” You spoke through gritted teeth and didn’t break eye contact. “Why don’t you make us since you seem so set on protecting this freak” he pushed at you and his buddies chimed in with encouragement. You attempted to protest but he went to hit you in the gut and you seemed to fold under the force. 

The cold floor that your hands landed on felt as unstable as a high schooler's mental state after taking 4 AP classes. Struggling to get up you felt another blow hit your face and the sound of the train became fuzzy. You attempted to get up but one of the guys kicked your wrist and you went down once again. The adrenaline started to course through your veins, instead of jumping up and attempting to fight more you kicked at his knee and to his groin which sent him to the ground as well. The car stopped and the doors opened. This was your chance and you took it. Dashing out of the subway and hopping the turnstyle. Your face was bloody and cut, the cold air of the night felt like an antiseptic on your skin. Seeing what stop you had gotten off at you saw the way home in your head and began walking. Coming across hundreds of college students piling in and out of bars and clubs. You’re only a few blocks away from your apartment but the fatigue of your injuries was starting to set in, your ribs felt like they had been twisted and broken like a wish bone. Stopping and sitting on the edge of the street only a few doors away from a club in which about five to seven drunk college girls stumble out of, one of the more sober members of the group spots you hunched over with blood dripping from the side of your forehead. She grabs someone by the arm and forces a water bottle out of their hand. Now about four girls are standing around you as they help try to clean the blood off you in a half-drunken mess. One girl had cried when you told them you got beat up, the other looked you dead in the eyes and said in a slurred jumble “I will kill them…do you want me to?” this made you laugh as they kept pulling out tissues from their bags and soaked up the blood and water. After they successfully wipe all the blood up and you have tissues sticking to your face like they were glued on, you stood up and gave them a few hugs and the sober one wanted to walk you home but you insisted you would be fine. 

Reaching your apartment you pushed the door open and felt your phone buzz once again. You finally took a look at it as you locked the door and placed your keys down. It was messages and calls from Kate. You put it down and don’t look back at it. Going instead to your bed and flopping onto it like a dead fish. Tonight was not what you had expected. This was the farthest thing from what you had in your mind. 

—

You had called your bosses and told them what happened, taking the next week off after your doctor told you to not work for two weeks due to the concussion you suffered. They understood, your shifts were covered and you were resting now. You stayed at home and barely went out. A few of your friends would take you to the park for a picnic every so often but you’d usually leave early. Your phone would ring around the same time each day. It was Kate. Being too scared to talk with her again you never answered, she would text you as well. It was about ten days into your rest and there was a knock at your door. You checked the peep hole and saw her. Her jet black hair was wavy as she stood there. She was picking at her nails as she waited, she radiated a nervous energy. You hesitated over the door knob. She spoke up through the door “I know you’re home… Marco told me, can we please just talk?” the way she spoke tug on your heart and you slowly opened the door. Not fully, just enough to fit your body in the way. “Marco needs to learn about peoples privacy,” your jab at your boss made her smile. God, you couldn’t say no to her “Come on in…” opening it more and moving out of the way just enough for her to fit through. You locked the door and the two of you slowly walked through your cramped apartment. 

“So… it’s a nice place” you give her a curt nod, you know its small. After seeing how big her place was and learning where she grew up, this was like a closet for her. “Um– do you need some water? Or a coffee?” you adjust the hoodie you were wearing, suddenly you became self conscious of how you looked infront of her. 

“No, I’m okay…” she took a breath “what happened?-” she gestured to your face “if you don’t mind telling me” you lowered your head and cleared your throat. Attempting to avoid her eyes you spoke “I um… -kinda got my ass handed to me” you moved and leaned against your kitchen counter. “What um- what did you want to talk about?” the cold from the countertop helped your sweaty palms as you awaited her response. She looked at you with a mix of emotions and searched your eyes “Kinda thought that maybe the last time we talked would be a good start” 

You dreaded this conversation everytime. You feared it everytime, there was never really any way to get rid of the fear. Sometimes it would lessen over time. “Yeah, I um… I’m trans” she looked at you with slight shock. She had heard you say it before but it was cemented in her mind now. “I don’t care…-I mean I do care, but not like that! Obviously I’m fine with you being a girl and whatever you do to be comfortable and I’ll stick by you through thi–” you cut her off when you heard what she said “Wait, no- I’m sorry I’m not a girl. I’m a man!” she looked at you surprised and her eyes seemed like they would pop out of their eyes. “What?” she thought for a moment before she covered her mouth in horror. “I’m so sorry! Oh my god! I thought-” she was cut off this time by your laughter. This was the first time you had been mistaken for male to female. You couldn’t keep your laughter in. She yelled at you as you doubled over with laughter “Stop it!- You’re such a jerk!” she goes over and hits you lightly, as she does it she slowly starts to laugh too. 

“I just-” she see her laughing and it makes you laugh even more “I never- ooo give me a second-” you grabbed your ribs that were still slightly sore “I never expected this” you held onto each other for support as your reactions became a melting pot of emotions and mixed together. After awhile you both sat on the couch and talked it over. You told her you were fine with any questions she had. She had alot. They weren’t even intrusive, more curious about this side of you. You answered her truthfully and it felt like she was getting to know who you truly were. After a moment of silence you brought up the elephant in the room that seemed to hide behind a tree the entire night. “So, you like me?” You gave her a coy smile and she kept her gaze away from his eyes. “Cuz.. I um- well I think we need to talk about that” a faux humorless expression.

She rolled her eyes and sunk further into your couch. She hid her face from view and spoke through the pillow she was face planted in. You asked her to repeat herself with a playful tone. “I do like you…alot” you smirked at her “what? Come again” she hit you with the pillow and you once again started a small laughing fit as she pelted you. “Ah no! Hatecrime!!! Stop this is trans abuse!” She gasped at you and stopped “Really!? You’re pulling the trans card already!” you nodded at her victoriously. “It’s gonna be a regular occurrence, get ready” you lean in and kiss her lips softly “Because I really like you too… a lot” she smiles and the two of you spent the rest of the night together. Talking, kissing, and just being near each other.

[theoddcatlady]

Nicky

It happened ten years ago. I was only eight years old. I woke up that morning to the smell of frying eggs and bacon.

Stumbling down the hallway, I was greeted by the sight of a dark haired woman at the stove, humming some friendly tune as she filled a cup to the near brim with orange juice. She turned to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. In a sense she was pretty, but she had a vicious scar running down the left side of her face.

“Andy! You’re up!” She beamed as she picked up the plate stacked with a delicious smelling breakfast. “I had to run to the store, but I hope you like breakfast!”

Too shocked to say anything else, I replied, “I don’t have breakfast. Where’s my mom?”

The woman laughed and set the plate on the table, now cleared off of shredded bill envelopes and clutter. “She’s gone, so I’m here to make sure you’re all right. You can call me Aunt Nicole, or Nicky, whatever you prefer, I don’t mind! And while I’m here, you have breakfast!” She said in a chipper tone.

Feeling like this all might be a dream, I sat down at the table and took a bite of bacon. It was perfectly crisp, not burnt as it would’ve been if my mom had cooked it. She was always so tired, I normally had to fetch my dinner off the stove myself.

“Is she going to be back soon? My mom?” I asked after I swallowed, it was impolite to talk with your mouth full.

Nicky shrugged. “She didn’t say. Clean your plate, then you can show me your favorite cartoons, okay? Only until ten though- that’s when we’re going to the zoo!” She laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

The zoo? I remembered my mom telling me that our zoo trip wouldn’t happen this year, she was just too busy with work, but if Nicky was going to take me… I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to let her stay, I figured, as I chowed down on breakfast.

Maybe you think I was a dumb kid, and I’ll understand that. Maybe I was. But you have to understand, my mom was a single parent working as many shifts as she could pick up. It wasn’t uncommon for her to send a babysitter my way when she couldn’t get home in time, although typically they were younger teens that spent all their time on the phone and maybe threw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.

Nicky was different in every way for the week she took care of me.

The house was cleaned top to bottom, I helped in the bathroom while Nicky handled mom’s bedroom. Every night meals were freshly cooked and done to perfection. I remember on Tuesday we had a pizza that she made from scratch. I watched her toss the dough in the air like a real chef and asked how she did that.

“I learned from a real chef,” Nicky winked and tossed the dough again, “in Italy.”

“Have you traveled a lot?” Nicky did have a slight accent, I believe it was British.

She nodded as she set the dough down onto the pan and started adding the toppings. “All over the world. Would you believe that I’ve met the queen?” She winked and I realized she was joking.

“No.”

“Good. You’re a smart kid, Andy. Don’t just believe things people tell you.” Nicky bit her bottom lip as she cracked open the oven to test the heat. “I never believe what the oven tells me. But this time it’s about right for the perfect pizza.”

It was the perfect pizza too.

Nicky was almost too good of a babysitter. It was like she wanted to be my mom. To be honest, I think she did want to be. She was… bizarre, in small ways. Ways I didn’t think about until much later. She was never home at night, and she always did her laundry in the morning, I could hear the machine banging around when I woke up. Whenever we went out, she slathered her arms and face in sunscreen, almost a ridiculous amount. I asked her about it once.

“I just have delicate skin.”

That was all she’d say about it before she’d change the subject. It was late summer so I accepted the excuse. She made sure I had sunscreen on at all times as well, but even if she was popping out to check the mailbox she’d grab the tube and start slathering it on. I found over a dozen bottles in the towel cabinet, stashed with the ibuprofen and cough medicine.

Nicky loved to read, we went to the library twice when she was there and would stock up on all sorts of books. Typically horror, but she made sure I picked out at least two books for myself the second time we went. I chose two books of the Boxcar Kids series, my mom had given me a few of her old ones and I couldn’t put them down. I still have those books, after everything went down I just never returned them.

It was one of the best weeks of my life, but every night I asked the same thing when Nicky tucked me into bed.

“Did you hear from mom yet?”

Every night, she’d just kiss my forehead and tell me to chase the dream butterflies. I never knew what she meant by that, but I always slept soundly.

The last night I woke up to quiet sobbing. I glanced at my alarm clock, the numbers 1:32 blared back in bright red. I slipped out of bed and into the hall, following the sound to my mother’s bedroom.

Nicky was curled up on my mother’s perfectly made bed, a photo album open next to her. I slowly walked up to Nicky and set a hand on her shoulder. “You should chase the dream butterflies too, Nicky,” I said. Nicky flinched and sat up. The room was dark but I could tell her mouth was covered in… something. I turned on the lamp.

Her mouth was soaked in bright red, along with her hands and shirt. Blood.

“Oh… Andy.” Her voice cracked as she picked me up and set me on the bed next to her, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m something horrible. I’ve done horrible things.”

I remained still in her arms, my eyes flicking open to the page in the album. It was a picture of the day I was born and my birth certificate, my mother proudly showed it to me every birthday and told me how she went through twelve hours of labor before I came into the world. And she’d go through those twelve hours again if she had to, she loved me so much. I might’ve not quite understood what ‘labor’ was about, but I knew she loved me very much.

“… Are you hurt?” I asked, reaching up to brush some of the blood of her mouth.

Nicky shook her head. “No, sweetheart. This isn’t my…” She trailed off and shook, shaking her head. “I thought… maybe, just maybe, I could make things better by taking care of you. I think I’m just making them worse. So much worse. Andy, I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?” I asked.

“… Do you forgive me for the horrible things I’ve done to you?”

I frowned. “What horrible things?” I asked.

“The worst thing possible…. No, it’s not fair,” Nicky sighed and released me from her hold, “It’s not fair to ask you to forgive me.” She got up. “I have to leave, Andy… can I do anything else for you?”

I had one more question.

“Why do you have a scar, Nicky?”

Nicky reached up and brushed the side of her face. “… Horrible things happened to me too, Andy. The worst things. I suppose that’s why I can only do horrible things too.” She took the quilt and tucked it over me, smiling softly. “Go to sleep now, Andy, and chase those butterflies to the end of the world and back.”

I woke up the next morning to a police officer shaking my shoulder.

“Hey… Holy shit- guys, the kid’s here!”

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and slipped out of bed. The police officer stumbled for words for a moment, whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. “Andy? Are you okay?” He asked.

I looked around. “… Where’s Nicky?” I asked.

“We’ll find Nicky. We need to get you to the hospital.”

I think I baffled all the doctors and police with my case. When they broke into the apartment to find me, they expected to find this half starved kid, scared out of his wits and desperate to find his mother. But instead they found me dressed and clean, with the house taken care of and with a full stomach.

I think you can guess by now that my mother was dead. I was taken in by my dad, who had no idea I even existed, but he did okay with that. He’d remarried after he and my mom split and I had three half-siblings that I didn’t know existed. It was fun being the big brother and my stepmom Mika was super sweet.

She wasn’t my mom though. And she wasn’t Nicky.

I had to pry the rest of the story out of my dad when I was older. The reason there wasn’t police hammering down my door sooner was that my mom was a Jane Doe in the morgue. She’d been found practically shredded to pieces. The cause of death was bleeding out from an artery in her neck. Her body had been discovered a few blocks from her work, all forms of ID was missing, including her wallet.

My mom always had a picture of me and her in there. And they found that wallet, with bloody fingerprints, in my mom’s nightstand. Right next to where I was sleeping.

My dad still wonders why my mother’s murderer returned to her house only to care for her son, but I don’t need to wonder. I know.

I know this is a long shot, Nicky, but I remember you liked horror so maybe you’ll find this story. I know you killed my mom.

But I forgive you.

[taxevasiontactics]

The Godmother's Godchild [4] - To What Great Heights...

Synopsis: You make good on your word to Peppino. In return, he gets exactly what he wants - lots, and lots, and lots of customers. You get the feeling that this won't last as a good thing for very long.

Warning: None.

For once, you have a use for every shilling technique you learned in retail. Everyone you talk to for the next week – every delivery, every pickup, every visit – hears about Peppino’s Pizza. You talk to people you never thought to hold long conversations with. You even learn that the grocer clerk’s name is Pamela after living here for nearly an entire season!  You know that your attempts to weave in meal habits as a lead-in are cheesy at best (ha ha), but you get a few nods of acknowledgement during your jabbering. You only hope that your efforts are not in vain.

You get your results back very quickly when you visit the pizzeria shortly after your shameless advertisements.

“Welcome to Peppino’s Pizza!” Gustavo shouts over the kitchen window’s ledge as he jumps up to grab a hanging order ticket. He sees you, lighting up with a smile and calling your name above the din. “Hey! Be with you in a second!”

You see both men in the back, hurriedly rushing around between hot ovens. Dough flies through the air in varying states of roundness, sauce splatters with terrifying accuracy, cheese rains like snow, and toppings scatter in coordinated chaos.

You slip into one of the turning chairs at the counter. You feel like you’re watching a cartoon show through the rectangular view to the back; it’s just missing the sound effects and ridiculous music.

“Take your time!” you try to shout over the din.

You don’t have to wait very long. Just minutes later the kitchen door slams open, and Peppino shoots out with a tower of pizza boxes in either hand. You don’t even get a chance to say hello, he’s so fast – in a flash, he ties them all to the back of his scooter, jumps on, and disappears in a cloud of dust.

Gustavo comes out a few seconds later, hat off and wiping the sweat from his face with a huff. He goes to get a drink from the soda fountain as you hum.

“Busy day?”

“Yes!” He laughs, then comes back to sit with a sigh. “It’s the busiest it’s been for a while! We haven’t had the chance to sit since we opened. When you said you would get the word out, you really got the word out, didn’t you?”

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t think they would all call today. I guess we hit the prime time for pizza parties?”

Gustavo guffaws, finishes his drink, and gets up to make your usual order. You catch up over the countertop after he sets it in the oven. You laugh as he complains about his hobby work. Apparently Gustavo yodels, though he doesn’t get much of a chance to show it off to anyone. He lives in an apartment building, which makes for poor practice unless he wants to annoy one of his neighbors. He quilts, too. That’s something he can show off more readily. You make him promise to bring his latest work for you to see when it’s done.

As for you, you’ve gotten the library squared away and got started on the workroom - one of the workrooms. Aunt Marian saw fit to make one dedicated to alchemy and one to spellworks, as well as a storage “closet” (you know damn well it’s bigger on the inside) that you’ve yet to broach. You would be annoyed with her hoarding habits if you didn’t understand the value in every item of the alchemy room. All the other junk? You just don’t have the talent nor preternatural affinity for it, so you tell him you plan on getting rid of it.

“Why?” He leans on his elbow, face resting in the palm. “You could always learn how! Everyone has a bit of something, even if it’s not true right away.’

You chuckle halfheartedly. “Trust me. I’ve tried.”

“Oh.”

Ouch. There it is. The awkward pity face. You thought you got over it, but that still bugs you every time you see it. This is one of the times you prefer kids over adults, they’ll take anything at face value and accept it as it is. Adults either already know the answer, or assume they do. You tell yourself every time, you need to figure out a better way to tell people.

A beat of silence passes before Gustavo clears his throat. “Well, at least you gave it a good try! That’s what matters, right?”

His positivity is genuine, you know, but it still stings. You’re grateful that the kitchen timer dings, summoning him to the back. You have work to get back to, anyways.

---

Pamela’s hand waves for your attention at the till as you roll up. She looks like she’s dying to tell you something, fit to burst if she doesn’t spill right this minute. You tilt her head as wordless permission to get on with it.

“Did you see those big trucks this morning?” She whispers scandalously.

“Huh? No.” You frown, handing her a box of dry pasta. “I live outside of town, remember?”

“You missed out, then. There were these big ole trucks that came rumbling down the road when I was driving in this morning. Pshooe!” Pamela’s hand rolls across the counter’s surface, mimicking the vehicles she saw. You recognize it from your morning transits in the city – big rigs, classic highway cloggers. “They were hauling huge containers and flat beds full of construction materials. Steel, brick, lumber, you name it, they had it.”

You make a hum of interest, though the idea has already run through your course of curiosity. You dig out your wallet and thumb between paper slips in anticipation for today’s total.

“What do you think they’re going to use it for?” She slips the money from your hands when you offer it and gets to rifling around for your change. “The mayor’s office didn’t give any notice about a new project, and we’ve never had anything that big come through.”

You scoff, stuffing what she hands back into the proper pockets.

“Corporate something, probably,” you reply. “I’d hate to see whatever warehouse or multimillion condo gets set up. I like how open the land looks out here.”

“Uh-huh, me too. Have a good day!”

“You too, Pam.”

You load up and get out of town. You’ve been in an absolutely dour mood since you last talked with Gustavo. You haven’t even gone back to the restaurant for a few days; no craving means no excuse to hang around. No matter what, be it cleaning, organizing, or simply sitting outside, you can’t get rid of it. It festers in the back of your mind like a worm, burrowing deeper and deeper until it sits at the base of your skull in a tight knot. It’s as absolutely, totally, and utterly frustrating as it is tiring.

The only moment you get any reprieve is when you see Aggie waving to you from the side of the road. You pull over and stick your head out of the window as she comes to your side, leaving behind a gaggle of kids standing around a tall tree. Thomas is among them, you notice. This time, he’s the one who looks extremely annoyed.

“Hi, Doctor!” Aggie greets over your engine. She flashes you a quick, thin smile. Guilt, if you’ve ever seen it. “Uh, can we… ask for your help?”

You give a look to the group, humming. “It wouldn’t happen to involve whatever’s going on over there, would it?”

“Uh, yes.” Her guilt multiplies. “We were flying Thomas’ model plane around when the wind kicked up, and…”

You look up to the higher, thinner branches. Lo and behold, you see a real beauty of an RC plane precariously hanging near the top, tangled up with no way of crudely dislodging it without breaking it. Climbing up there would be a stupid idea; even if the trunk is sturdy and the limbs are thick, the plane is likely out of any child’s reach if they manage to get up there.

“Man,” you mutter, shutting off the engine and getting out. “You’re lucky I like you little punks. What is it with you kids and trees?”

You haven’t climbed that high in years, nor do you don’t know anybody with a tall enough ladder. However, when you step out of your truck and look up, you get a quick shot of adrenaline. You’ve chased a cat before and kept up, track record says your athleticism is fantastic. You are possessed by the confidence of a thousand squirrels. The children need your help. Meddlesome instinct or not, you want a win.

You wrap your limbs around the tree and begin your ascent.

Your confidence wavers six feet above ground. You cannot climb the tree, your body tells you, you are going to fall very, very badly if you keep this up. You elect to ignore its warning and continue upwards, committing to helping despite fear. If you falter, you’ll fall anyways, so don’t look down.

It’s a careful, slow affair. In the time it takes for you to get within sight of your prize, Aggie manages to flag down another adult to assist. You glance down from where you cling to an unsteadily wavering branch. A bewildered Peppino stares back up at you, surrounded by a flock of concerned children.

“I leave you alone for just a little bit- what are you doing this time, crazy?!” He shouts up.

“Helping.” You inch forward. It’s just within sight. “They got their plane stuck in a tree.”

“You couldn’t have asked for help?"

You get another inch, grunting, “Maybe, but I almost have it. It’s within reach. Just a little further.”

“You talking to yourself about all of this doesn’t make it any better! You’re going to fall!”

You ignore him too, willing the wood within your grasp to quit shaking as you shuffle forward like a caterpillar. Just a little further and your fingertips can touch it, then you can grab it and get out of this tree. You can see the younger folk start to back up as your anchor leans downward.

“Careful!” Aggie’s probably biting her nails by the way she suddenly gasps. “Be careful! Be careful!”

“You’re almost there, just a little more!” Thomas shouts upward.

You lunge for it. You snatch the plane from the tree’s hold, victorious, before the world lurches forward with a loud snap. You don’t even have time to yelp. Everything spins in a wild blur, tree and sky and ground all becoming one stretch, stomach slamming your throat as the rest of your body goes tumbling down and you can do nothing but squeeze your eyes shut and tense and curl and wait for the sudden stop.

“Caz-!”

“Ough-!”

Your weight crashes unmitigated into a jumbled mess of limbs. The wind is knocked out of you and aches bloom across your body. For a second, you can do nothing but wheeze for air and stare up at the tree’s canopy, dazed. Underneath you, Peppino groans.

Oh, wow. He caught you.

The realization makes you shoot upright in spite of your protesting tailbone. You hurriedly roll up and off of his stomach, grabbing the plane from where it lies in the grass. Somehow, it's still in one piece after your tumble. You hand it back to Thomas.

“Run along,” you tell them. “Go on. Have fun.”

“Thanks. Uh. Have a good day!” He and the rest of the kids quickly get back to the field, far away from the tree – and far away from Peppino, who sits up and scowls sourly at you.

“What did I tell you?!” He gets up, flinging one hand to where the branch broke. “You were going to fall! What happened? You fell!”

“I was ready to eat dirt if I did,” you retort. “Could’ve driven myself back and patched myself, we’re not far from the house.”

“Oh, you and the broken leg you got from falling. How would you drive with that?”

Peppino’s exaggeration brings a burst of laughter from you. He’s ridiculous. The mental image of trying to push your truck while hobbling along back home is so ridiculous it jostles your brain out of the ruddy ditch it’s wallowed in for the past few days; it manages to make you feel something other than sad. You swallow down your next argument. This isn’t the good deed you were hoping for today, nor the aftermath you expected, but you feel better.

You tromp through the grass towards him, looking him over. Your scrutiny makes him retreat, so you lift a hand to stop him from scuttling back.

“Are you hurt?”

He jumps at your sudden question. “What?”

“Hurt,” you repeat. You vaguely gesture his way. “I fell on you from pretty high up.”

“Oh.” His shoulders slouch again, as does his frown. “I don’t need your worry over my back, I’ll deal with it. Like I always do.”

“If you say so.” That’s all you need. You jab a thumb back at your truck, conveniently located next to his idling vespa. “I’m going home to make some ‘magic tea’ for my back. You’re welcome to it if you want.”

You walk, leaving no room for argument. Peppino follows, though not without a muttered string of low words.

The drive is short. You have to coax your visitor in by crossing your heart again and again, you will not slip anything weird into his drink. No sleeping draught, no forget-me juice, and certainly no shape-changing nonsense! Even after the placating promises, Peppino still treats the doorway like he’s going to get zapped the moment he crosses the threshold.

You can barely hold your laugh when he finally steps inside. His cringing face relaxes, replaced by utter bemusement as he tilts his head.

“You look disappointed!” You continue to chortle, closing the door behind him. “What? What is it?”

“I’ve never seen the inside. I expected Mama Marian’s place to be more… magical,” he mutters.

“Yeah, well, surprise. If she didn’t magic everything she could get her hands on, she was like any other eccentric aunt who hoards and meddles in everyone else’s problems.”

You lead him into the kitchen, getting water on the stove and rummaging through your hackneyed storage space for materials. Peppino sits down at the doily-laden table, fingers drumming on the wood. You can feel his eyes on your back as you work: grinding, sifting, measuring.

“It’s not too different from cooking,” you say over your shoulder. “Just has to be more precise.”

He scoffs, “I can see that. You know everything that is going in, yes? And why? And how?”

“Yup, everything.”

“Then it really isn’t that far.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you both lapse into silence. Peppino’s fingers drum on the wood. Your mortar grumbles when you drag the pestle in its bowl. You hear your pot start to simmer, a small hiss of steam drifting from its spout. Still, you aren’t satisfied with the grain size yet. Bigger than you want becomes inefficient, smaller than what you want lets particles go right through the strainer. You don’t want to waste filter paper for a quick two cups.

The drumming stops. You look behind you and find that the man has fallen asleep sitting at the table, face propped up in one hand with an elbow on the wooden surface. You feel a stroke of empathy for him – lounge chairs and tables were as comfortable as beds when the work was tough – and let him sleep.

You can hear him quietly snoring over the kitchen clock’s ticking. You’re not used to working so leisurely, much less with someone else in the room. You’re hyperaware of every movement, trying to keep your noise to a minimum while you finish up the dry mix and dump into the boiling pot.

Eventually, Peppino shifts in his chair, clearing his throat and shaking out the sleep. Just in time, the dead air was starting to get boring.

 “Hey, Peppino?” “What?” He sounds convincingly lucid, you’re impressed.

“When’s the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?”

“Ha!” The man slaps his knee. “Ever since the restaurant got busier, I get up earlier and stay up later! Every day, we hardly even have time to sit down and we rush around like rats. But can I complain?”

He holds his hands in the air, sighing. You thought it was funny when you saw him and Gustavo running around, but if it’s been like that every single day you can’t help but feel bad.

“Maybe a little,” you reply. “No, I cannot.” Peppino sinks back into his chair again, the lines under his eyes multiplying. “We make the payments on time, so I have to keep the customers we get in any way.”

The healing potion has finished brewing, according to your internal timer. You strain it out, dividing the liquid into two mugs. It’s still not maroon, but a weak red will do for pain relief. You bring them to the table, sliding one to your guest.

“Sure,” you say before taking a sip, “but you have to make time for breaks, before your body makes the time for you.”

“I’m ­robust, I can handle it. There is nothing I can’t do.”

Peppino drains his cup in barely two pulls, bids you good day, and leaves to open the pizzeria.  You’re a hypocrite, sure, but that just gives you an insight to what kind of trouble a mindset like that can bring.

---

You get a call late at night while you’re trying to shove a heavy table out of the way. You really hate the carved marble stuff, it’s always been a hassle to move anywhere, but there’s your phone on the table’s surface buzzing away with a name you hoped wouldn’t bother you for at least another month. You groan, wipe your face with the back of your arm, and pick up your phone.

“Heyyyy boss.”

When are you going to come back?

God dammit. You take a deep breath inward, praying that the receiver does not pick it up, and run one hand down your cheek to get out the bitter tone before she can hear it. You knew that would be the opening question. You and Candance have never gotten along. She is the corporate face at work, which already puts you at odds with her, but there is just something about her that makes you itch. You understand the budget cuts. You understand the massive workload you and the others have to pick up to accommodate the massive rush of patients at times. You understand the stress that everyone undergoes to keep every one of them healthy while working under such tight constraints, including yourself.

You will never, ever understand why Candance insists on profit margins that directly contradict your job description.

 You lean back on the table, your free arm folding across your stomach. “Well, you know, I’m still trying to get the place cleared up. I still have PTO from last year.”

Ah, yes, the year you took no days off. People quit, you picked up the slack, all for no extra pay. You felt bad. You didn’t want anyone else to deal with what you thought you could handle.

I know, but it’s becoming a problem. The work you’ve placed on everyone else in your absence is starting to take its toll.

“They all knew Aunt Marian,” you answer. A stab of guilt goes through your heart anyways. “Look, I just need more time to figure all of this out.”

How much more time? “I… I dunno, as long as I need? It’s still pretty hard-“

I need a concrete answer.

You breathe out without really giving your lungs a chance to absorb the air. It’s always like this. It’s always like this! Better you than someone else, though. You can handle it.

“I’ll get back to you in a month. I’m almost done with the cleanup.”

Alright, good. A month. That works. Don’t forget that your contract expires at the end of the year, we need to renew it when you get back.

“Yup, sure thing boss.”

Take care of yourself. Don’t forget to call me back.

“Will do.”

The call disconnects.

You want to throw something out of the window.

[slytherinshua]

I would like to request something with Seokmin please :)) Maybe he and y/n are cooking together, watch movies and just have a nice relaxing evening? I'm trying to stay away from the jealousy trope haha (Although I still love it hahaha)

MOZZARELLA SWORD genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ seokmin x fem!reader. wc ➳ 975. a/n ➳ thanks for requesting hannah!! i love writing domestic stuff with dokyeom :(

You were constantly reminded that you weren’t a Michelin star chef everytime you attempted to cook with Seokmin. He was just so naturally good in the kitchen, where you had no clue where to start most days. When Seokmin cooked alone, you were guaranteed to have a delicious meal. When you cooked alone, you were guaranteed to have every surface of the kitchen messy with ingredients, cutting board, and utensils, none of which you knew how to use properly. 

When Seokmin insisted that you cook together, it became a mix of star-quality chef and hopeless chaos. Seokmin would do most of the work while your job was to get the ingredients out. But no matter how many times you messed up while trying to help him in the kitchen, Seokmin never got angry or even tired of having to clean up your messes. He thought the activity of cooking together was so sweet and domestic.

“It makes us feel like a married couple.” He insisted one night months ago to cheer you up after you almost cried when you accidentally forgot the sugar in your muffins.

“Why don’t you just propose to me if you want to feel like a married couple?” You had asked back, tears welling in your eyes despite your ability to joke around with your boyfriend. He had laughed and wiped your tears and hugged you to him until you calmed down from your frustration.

Sometimes you got frustrated while cooking, and sometimes you were able to let Seokmin do most of the work and get half the credit regardless. Tonight, Seokmin was dead set on making pizza with you. He had already done most of the work making the pizza dough yesterday and letting it rise overnight. And there was no way you would be able to mess up spreading sauce, cheese, and toppings on the dough. So, of course, you agreed. Seokmin had made pizza for you when you first started dating before, and you knew how good his pizza crust was. 

“Can you grate the mozzarella while I shape the dough?” He instructed, passing you the big block of cheese and a grater. You nodded and started working on the task with a determined smile.

Seokmin always had a habit of singing while he cooked, and tonight he started singing some of his songs from his musical. You giggled as soon as he started singing Die Schatten Werden Laenger. 

He continued singing even though your giggles set off his own, “What?” He asked you in between words.

“I just thought of King Arthur making pizza.” You admitted.

Seokmin stopped singing, his giggles increasing, “Maybe he really liked Italian food-”

“Stop, you’re making the thought worse!” You complained, almost at the point of wheezing, “Imagine- Imagine him pulling a block of mozzarella out of the stone-”

Seokmin and you continued to build on your initial thought through neverending laughter as you constructed the pizza. Mozzarella in the stone turned into Excalibur being a sword made of cheese that would replenish Arthur’s health whenever he got injured. Then Seokmin joked that you were Guinevere if he was Arthur. But then you both remembered Guinevere’s love affair with Sir Lancelot and took back the previous statement. If anyone was loyal to Seokmin, it was you.

Eventually, you finished assembling the pizza and Seokmin put it into the oven and started cleaning up the kitchen. You smiled and stared at him as he washed the dishes, his sharp profile on display from where you sat. He started to hum again, this time staying clear of the Xcalibur soundtrack in favour of some of your favourite R&B tracks. 

“I can feel you staring at me, baby.” Seokmin said quietly, smiling a little as he rinsed another dish.

“Just admiring what’s mine. Is there anything wrong with that?” You asked, blushing a bit that he’d noticed you, but there wasn’t much to be embarrassed about, really. Your boyfriend was beautiful and he deserved to be admired just as you were doing.

“You always complain when I stare at you, though.” He mumbled.

“Because I feel nervous when you stare at me!” You said. You had told him this before, but you were pretty sure nothing would stop Seokmin’s love of looking at you. You loved it, but you also felt insecure if he had his eyes on you for too long.

“But I like looking at you. You’re so pretty.” You stayed silent as your cheeks grew red from his comment. “I made you blush, didn’t I?” He teased, not even needing to look at you to know that your cheeks were tinted pink.

“Maybe…” You sighed, fanning your face to cool it down. The timer for the oven went off and you excitedly opened it to check on the pizza. It looked beautiful. The crust was golden grown and the cheese was bubbly, the toppings perfectly browned from the heat of the oven. Your mouth was watering just looking at it. You took it out and put it on the stovetop to cool before slicing.

“Do you want to watch a movie? I want to cuddle with you.” You suggested, smelling the delicious pizza with your eyes closed. Seokmin wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you.

“A movie sounds good. Cuddling sounds even better.” He grinned and kissed your cheek.

“Sounds like we got a plan, then. I’ll get extra pillows ready.” You smiled, escaping your boyfriend’s arms momentarily to get the best cuddling setup ready. Impromptu home movie dates like this were your favourite. You couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face whenever Seokmin agreed to one. They definitely wouldn’t be something to go away even when you married him.

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[rudnitskaia]

Just a sketch of my OC in Lackadaisy universe. :3

Maura Venza.

Born April 14, 1905 in Torino, Italy. Lived in Italy with her family until 1908, but barely remembers that period. Most of her life she spent already in the US. Nevertheless, bilingual. Has an adorable accent with lovely vibrant r’s and g/j’s.

Mau with her father moved to St. Louis from Kansas City in 1927 because of ‘some issues’. If you ask her about those ‘issues’, she will only feed you with long-winded jocose explanations, neither of which are true. Still, it seems that Maura has no connection with all this underground world at all; now she is occupied as a waitress in her father’s small eatery. She bets that she can make you the best coffee in your whole life. And/or can cook for you her ‘trademark’ sugary pizza. Here are some of Maura’s instructions (don't try this at home, kids!):

Roll out the dough and bake pizza with some corn syrup instead of sauce.

Add much more corn syrup on top, when pizza dough is ready.

While it’s still hot, decorate it with powdered sugar, pear jam, bits of couple marshmallows and of a chocolate-peanut bar (any kind of).

And don’t forget to put the small scoop of vanilla ice cream in the middle!

Profit! You’re fabulous! Enjoy your meal!

Get through the worst sugar crash after (unless you're Roark Rickaby or you have the same kind of metabolism, then skip to 7).

Crave for more!!!

Adores musical theater (which she unfortunately can visit truly rarely because of lack of time and money) and radio, listens to it often while working and knows many songs by heart (though won’t sing any until she’s completely alone). Once dreamed about being somehow involved into theatrical life, but knows that it’s a doomed dream and just enjoys those little things.

Can beat you in billiards with apparent ease, but doesn’t like to show it and tries to hide her skills for some reasons. It will be hard for you to shove the cue stick to her hands (she’ll childishly refuse to take it), and even harder to get her out to the place where billiard tables are.

You rarely can meet Mau outside her father’s eatery, but she will definitely be glad to talk to you if you visit her. She likes to listen while others talk and is the talkative one herself, but be prepared for friendly teasing and puns. Lots of puns… once you might even think you’re guilty in something and this is some kind of PUNishment. :D

Ah, and sometimes treats furniture as if it’s alive, but (for heaven’s sake) Mau’s sane and doesn’t expect it to answer; just a little quirk that appeared due to her overall talkative nature. :D I mean, who won’t ‘shush!’ the radio when it’s too loud, right? Right...?

Well, uh… so… who wants some sugary pizza? :3

P.S.: Art by me. Please credit my tumblr acc if repost or post somewhere else, thank you.