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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part 5

For once in your life, your eyes slowly open, only having been disturbed by warm morning sunlight. The soft comforter trapping your body heat and essentially you, as it pinned you to the soft mattress. You snuggle deeper into the sheets, breathing in the smell of clean linen and caramel.

Wait. Caramel?

With a jolt you jump from the bed, eyes wide as you look for the source of the scent. Patting down your jeans and shirt for at least one knife. You hardly remember what happened after dinner with his family. You remember booze, light conversation while feeling warm and floaty. Oh shit what was that passive that activated again? Rest assured?

"Info on rest assured." You grumble, voice soft from disuse. Your quirk happily pulls up a little informational box that you can see. Too sleepy to make the box private as it reads aloud to you.

"PASSIVE BUFF REST ASSURED. A newly unlocked buff that increases sleep quality and can only be activated around trusted individuals and safe places. Would you like a list?"

You stare at the question box with a flashing yes or no before you point with the tip of your knife to yes.

"Currently there is only one thing listed. Type : Individual Name: Bakugou Ka…."

"Oi." Someone calls from the front door of the apartment as you dismiss the information with a wave of your hand. He discards his boots at the door before making his way to his bedroom.

"You talking to yourself dumbass?" He says, blocking your only exit by leaning on the door jamb. He holds an iced coffee towards you, his eyes sharp as he adds.

"We need to talk about your file."

Crossing his arms you ignore his offer of iced appeasement, he sets it on the low dresser as you speak.

"It's not up for discussion."

"I'm your boss, I deserve to know."

"What you deserve to know is what's in that file. My whole life doesn't fit into a manila fucking folder. Quit asking questions."

"I'll ask what I want." He growls, "Because it's suspicious that you have this unbelievably complex quirk and yet I'm sure your top skills have nothing to do with stealing."

"If you're that concerned then ask the director of the program. I'm not the only secret 'reform'." You throw your hands into the air is exasperation

"He showed up dead shortly after you were inducted. Plus no one has any real record of what you've done. Not a single thing listed on what you've stolen."

"Talk to Deku then, he's next in line for that program, he ain't dead."

"He said he doesn't remember approving your file." He bites back and before you can retort strong fingers wrap around your wrist. His calloused pads brush over the cool metal of your bracelet.

"RECOGNIZED, BAKUGOU KATSUKI : NEW LIMITED ACCESS GRANTED. 1. Health and Condition status, upon request 2. Top five skills 3. Buffs that would benefit Bakugou Katuski. 4. Pending buffs to be activated by host. Please state a number."

"Two." "Cancel!" You try to shout over him but he beats you to it. The bracelet opens up a little box displaying your top five skills as of late.

"Stab resistance, poison resistance, what would a thief need those for? Stealth is number three and slight of hand is number five. Shit don't add up Princess." He glares while your nostrils flare, ripping your wrist away from his grip.

"You're really fucking pushing it…" He takes a step towards you while you step back as if it were part of a dance as you try so hard to keep your wrath in check.

"Am I? Like I said, shit ain't adding up. You have this bracelet that still has limited information to your quirk, support knows nothing of the recordings or god damn blocks you've placed on it and lastly…" Your knees hit the back of the back of the bed causing you to sit on the mattress. His rough palms come to lie flat against the fabric next to your thighs as he leans in. You fight to shrink back.

"Lastly, I deserve to know how an unnamed woman, who obviously knew you, turns up dead moments after I arrive on scene and then her body is gone in a matter of minutes. She poisoned you with a complex concoction that the lab in the agency has yet to figure out the formula to it and yet you knew the fucking antidote? What did you really do?"

Rage boils in your blood as you stare into his vermilion eyes. Like flipping a switch you turn ice cold, your breath mingles with his.

PASSIVE BUFF SHARP TONGUE ACTIVATED INSULTS DEALT WILL HAVE 39% MORE STING.

"You know what's funny? You don't see me asking how you became a manager with your shitty attitude. Nor do you see me asking how you manipulated and gaslit your way to the number one spot." You press your cheek against his as your lips graze his ear, "And you sure as hell don't see me asking how you're considered a hero at all after you told Izuku to kill himself in middle school."

The scars in his chest and stomach roar to life, demanding attention as his shirt scrapes against the sensitive skin. He takes a step back as if struck while the room begins to smell of smokey spiced caramel. His bones groan as his knuckles bloom white.

You smile as you stand, collecting your bag and the jacket he lent. Even grabbing the iced coffee he got you. Because why let it go to waste?

Cruelty slips onto your shoulders as nicely as his borrowed jacket while you pause at his bedroom door wanting nothing more than to leave him with terrible thoughts.

"Did you ever even apologize for that?"

Silence is your answer as you chuckle to yourself.

"Didn't think so."

You leave him with those nasty thoughts. Long gone as he still pants, pain shooting through his gut and lungs as it did all those fucking years ago.

As he moved without a second thought and placed himself in front of a stupid, dopey mop top boy who tried to hold up the weight of the world by himself.

With a guttural growl he looks over his destroyed room, as if a bomb went off.

He reaches for his phone dialing the number he never bothered to save.

"Meet me at our usual when you get off your stupid fucking shift. I know you've forgotten to eat you useless hero." The other line chimes in with a deep laugh as he adds.

"Okay Kaachan. I'll be there."

Izuku doesn't get invited out often and especially not by Bakugou. So the emerald haired boy decides to keep an eye on his oldest friend. Silently watching and not glancing too long as hot head huffs and puffs, taking another shot. The ash blonde's favorite spicy ramen goes untouched as the large man across from him slurps up his fourth bowl, covered in sweat and dirt from the day's work.

"You better get my fucking money's worth of this endless ramen bowl shit." He bites, slamming down another shot, fingers subconsciously finding the old scar on his chest. The action does not go unnoticed by his more docile friend. Izuku thanks the waiter as he starts on his fifth bowl.

"I'm starting to think you're mad about more than the endless ramen you ordered me." Bright emerald meet dark garnet eyes that glare, Bakugou's cheeks burn in his buzz.

"Fuck you. Nothin's wrong." Another deadly shot.

"That's your seventh. Kaachan you can't fool me. Your body language gives it away." Bakugou follows Izuku's eyes to his fingers. Quickly he removes his calloused pads from the divot. Angrily staring at the wall like a child who's been caught.

"Fuck you." He murmurs, silence settles over the pair in the far back corner of the restaurant. Bakugou's eyes glance over to Izuku who continues to eat, crimson bore into the scars on his arms from where the dumbass had broken them time and time again. His scars burn with your words, with the memory of what he's said in the past.

Too cruel and for what?

"You know I'm-" Bakugou starts but Izuku holds up a hand, wanting to spare his friend.

"I know, you've shown me everyday, even before you jumped in front of me, Kaachan. I've always known." He leaves it at that, in his heart he knows that Bakugou is sorry. He's seen it in every action since their first year at UA, he doesn't need to hear him say it.

What good are words when actions spoke louder?

"So what's bothering you? Worried over someone? You're dating Rogue now right?" Izuku asks, holding his chopsticks at a point while Bakugou takes another shot.

"Her file is what's bothering me. Deku, she doesn't have a fucking thing of her past. Not to mention you don't even remember signing off on her. Real responsible." Bakugou watches with a dull snarl as Izuku goes back to slurping his noodles.

"Ka...Kaachan." Izuku chokes, "Not fair. They put a lot of your desk too and I bet you don't remember half of it."

"I'd remember something like that. Just makes it that much more suspicious. Probably foraged by someone but the question is who…." Katsuki sets his head in his hand, staring at his orange broth.

"Well, did you ask her yourself?" Bakugou scoffs in response.

"Yea, and it didn't fucking turn out well." His finger finds his stomach this time, the ghastly white crater suddenly irritated by the fabric of his shirt. Izuku stops eating, he isn't stupid and easily connects the dots. The soft man thinks back a decade of his friend is the worst condition but more worried about him.

"Kaachan…" Deep jade eyes water a bit but Bakugou puts up a hand

"Don't." He barks, sighing.

"So you must really care about her if whatever she said affected you that much. You weren't even bothered when they were trying to 'cancel' you." Izuku taps Bakugou's bowl with his chopsticks, silently begging the blonde to eat. Hopping he'll take at least a bite to soak up some of that alcohol. Reluctantly deadly fingers pick up the sticks, gathering ramen between them but still undecided if he should eat.

His silence is answer enough for Izuku.

"I know my agency started the program. I'll look into it some more tomorrow. I'll be mostly office duty since I have so much paperwork anyway. But even if her past is dark Katsuki, what are you going to do? She may not have had any say in the matter, she doesn't give me that evil vibe."

Bakugou thinks back to you. How you fight, how you hold yourself.

How cute you were sleeping on his shoulder before he eased you onto his lap. How softly you snored in his bed. His stomach twists, Izuku's words and yours floating around his head.

"I guess I'll decide once I have more answers." With that the blonde decides to bring the spicy noodles to his lips.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha au #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #too good to be true

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.03.10 USEN STUDIO COAST 1st session with Toshiya and Kyo

They changed the tables for some reason, going from two bigger rectangle ones to four one person round high tables.

Fujieda and Takabayashi came on stage, F greeted fans as usual and asked for the applause for the band members.

After a moment of waiting with bated breath, Toshiya appeared and Kyo after him.

Kyo wore a big light grey coat, white shirt, black (most likely Madara)short shorts, white socks with red print and big sneakers.

Toshiya had white shirt, pearls?, and black slacks.

They sat in order Ta, T, K, F from right to left.

T: [As it's an official event] so, I'm Toshiya, the bassist from DIR EN GREY.

K: I'm Kyo.

F: It's 1st time for T to attend a talk event this year, how do you feel?

T: normal.

F: you've played here even as the venue has a new name. But it's been while. How do you feel K?

K: just usual.

F: you don't feel like it's been a while?

K: not really.

T: playing at Rock-May-Kan definitely made me feel it's been a while. The place is so small. We played with no audience, it was a first time in RMK which felt so strange.

F: rehearsal felt normal.

T: yeah.

F: anything from then?

T: it was nice to see all the staff.

F: how about you, K? We watched the live footage in February, anything feels different?

K: ... I don't remember it anymore.

F: the recording was done a long time ago.

K: Can't remember. At all.

F: I want to ask... (K just started staring at him and that was the end of it😂).

Next, F talked about the leaflet (he also mentioned how awesome it is that camera can move and zoom in this time, was it for K?😆), the photo being quite shocking/impactful. Was shooting hard? Finished really quickly, right?

T: Yeah.

K: it was refreshing. I said it was refreshing/cool, I didn't lie. It's like coolness in summer. It's auspicious/celebratory. Celebrating being born. When you're being born it's never pretty. So I didn't lie before, not even once, I said it's like a cool wind, I just didn't say anything about the celebration part to avoid spoiling it.

F: so far K said Oboro is refreshing, like Taiyou no Ao, Kaoru said it's refreshing, but more like Myaku remix. Shinya said it's like '肉付きに龍(flesh and dragon)' How about you, T?

T: you will know when you listen to it. It's not something that can be explained with words.

F: what about TDFF?

K: it's also refreshing. I listened to the file yesterday, it's like a cream soda, refreshing with a bit of a mellow hint.

F: Vanilla flavor?

K: maybe not just vanilla, mixing other stuff in until it almost spills.

F: what do you think T?

T: ...so, refreshing then.

F: ok, it's refreshing.

K: and auspicious.

And auspicious.

F read the info about the May show in Tokyo Garden Theater and fans clapped.

T: it's been over a year since our last show in Japan, I'm really looking forward to it. In this condition holding concerts is not entirely called for, but we as DIR EN GREY have decided to do it. If you're able to please come.

K: it's been a long time since the last concert. But. Isn't it a weekday? Utterly a weekday. It's almost like bullying [the fans]. Shouldn't we try to book a better date for such an important concert? This is really so much like us.

F: it's just after Golden Week (a week long holiday in Japan).

K: people will be so busy getting back to work. (after F encouragement to say something inviting) So, I'm looking forward to the show when people will have to work because it's weekday (sarcasm by Kyo 👌)

Next was merchandise corner. F again asked us and band members to look at the flyer.

F: T, are there any items you really like?

T: all of them.

F: Shinya uses the tote bag in private now.

K: Did you actually saw him use it?

F: he had it yesterday.

K: huh.

Ta: can we really say yesterday was using it in private though?

Next F showed us the hoodie and the towel, holding the towel up.

K: you should present it more properly.

F held it properly so we could see the whole towel, but K continued to give him dissatisfied look😆

Next F talked about the travel pouch saying it's useful when you travel on the tour you can hang it as it has a small hook.

K started to point out the problems with F explanation, where to hang it, isn't it better to just put on the table, the hook is then useless. A hook for a bag you will put on the table, what. You're terrible at explaining the merch.

😂

T: isn't that for shower room?

F: to put shampoo in and so on?

K just stares at F, that face oh my🤣

F: we talked about it being for shower stuff but we worried about it being waterproof.

K: You actually don't know, do you?🤦‍♂️ are you a scam? Why don't you know??? You should know more about the items!

F: I will properly check!

K: with who?

F: with the merchandiser!

K just looked at him😂

F: but you can probably use it safely in the shower💦

Kyo stared...🤣

F: T, do you have any favorites?

T (after giving him a look): I said all.

F: you, K?

K: the hoodie. The picture in the back was done by my tattoo artist, on my request. I really like it.

F passed them their keychains, K just kept staring at them.

T: why are there 2 types?

F: I wonder. It's for Ochita, so one normal outfit and one bloody. Details are really nice.

And then it was time for the questions from fans.

F: there are many questions about movies, anime etc you've watched recently. K?

K: Evangelion. Not gonna spoil it, but please watch it on a big screen.

T: I want to watch Eva!

F: Ta, are you also an Eva fan?

Ta: I watched the old series, haven't seen the new ones.

Ta: there are many Q to and about F. "Most band members are from Kansai, F do you feel alienated by that?"

F: I'm from Tokyo, but not even a bit.

Ta: where exactly? Do you go back a lot?

F: my old neighborhood doesn't change, it's actually around here. Definitely no alienation.

F: "what's your favourite icecream?" There are many Q asking about sweets. How about you, K?

K: Icecream, I like Cola flavoured Sacre. And the melonpan with icecream inside, when I see that in the shop I always buy like 3. Recently not many shops have it.

F: so when you see it you always get them.

K: Yes.

F: get like 3.

K: Yes.

F: how about you, T? Recently it's a bit cold.

T: hah! I don't recently eat icecream. But I like fruity ones. I like rum raisin.

F: any questions you like, T?

While T was deciding which Q to read K just popped his papers on F's desk😂

T: "what was your first impression of other members when you first met? And how have they changed?"

F: so T will tell us about K.

T: the impression when we first met?

K: was it at Farm? In Nagoya?

T: Farm? I went to see some taiban event at GIO and we met there.

F: where is GIO?

T: in Ichikawa. And we talked there. Has he changed? Of course he has, but I thought he is someone who can laugh very carefree.

F: it was a taiban event of different bands.

T: yeah.

F: How about T, K?

K: it's bit muddled, but I remember best T playing guitar. And the strongest memory I have is T going crazy playing guitar.

F: how about other members? Kaoru?

T: I remember we didn't talk much, just said hi.

F: you met them at GIO. what about Die?

T: he was very talkative, very easy to talk to.

F: Shinya?

T: just passed by.

F: you didn't talk?

T: Just hello.

F told them how D described meeting S. Then he asked Kyo about Kaoru.

K: we met at taiban event, he was playing guitar in a band called Charm. I was impressed with his photo on the flyer. I thought he was very cool, and calm.

F: what ablut Die?

K: I found him through a flyer looking for new band members I thought he was cool. and then there was a taiban.

F: what about S?

K chuckled first😂: I remember he had a bob hair and a very long earring, just one, like a chain. And that earring was moving when he was talking. I remember that.

Ta: has he changed?

K: His looks changed, but he didn't change inside.

Ta: oh.

K: Just gradually ...got weirder. I think he hates humans. But he has many friends he does riddles with. He knows so many people, too many, he uses social media so much, I have no idea who he's hanging out with, but he even has photos with Dewi Sukarno. He probably doesn't hate humans, just hates his band members. Hates people who know about the past.

😂

Ta: "S said he's using tour merch like tshirts, how about you?"

T: 使うやつが使うね・I use stuff that's ok to use. From this event I'd use the travel pouch and usb.

K: I use our items a lot, like towels or hoodies.

F: "what's your favourite meat cut?"

K: skirt steak.

T: skirt steak or offal.

F: I love skirt steak too! - he the continued to talk about meat how good are some parts until he noticed both T and K looks🤣

F: " do you prefer bath or shower? What time do you take bath?"

K: in the evening. But when I have a fresh tattoo I can't take a bath for about 2 weeks, then I take a shower.

F: do tattoos hurt in a bath?

K: They hurt or sting. It's like an injury so like a cut it stings in a bath. Did you think tattos are like a stamp?!

F: it seems it's tough.

Ta: you know tattoos are allowed in our company...

I loved Ta's jab, but what came after this from Kyo was just pure ❤️🤣

K: I will even buy a tattoo machine and do it so you F can get a tattoo.

F: what kind of desing?

K: a giraffe. On your back. Wouldn't it be more scary than oni or a dragon? I'm serious (he was trying so hard not to laugh😂), it's the scariest option, a giraffe.

F: you would design it?

K: Of course. A yellow one. Guys who have scribble/doodle like tattoos are the really scary ones! A yellow giraffe.

F: Let me think about it.

K: please do!

🤣🤣🤣

F: how about you T, a bath or shower?

T: sometimes a lomg bath, sometimes a ahort one, sometimes a shower.

T: "do you eat sweets?" I don't really. if anything, then chocolate.

F: what type?

T: My favorite was Kirinokibune (霧の浮舟, a bit like Aero. Has been discountinued).

F: I'll check it, you K?

K: isn't half of me sweets?😆

F: what do you like recently?

K: cookies, chocolate cookies.

F: from Morinaga? (big chocolate company in Japan, you can find it in every supermarket etc)

K: Morinaga? I don't like soft cookies, they have to be hard, chocolate cookie with chocolate. Recently, near Harajuku station there's a shop with a red fluffy character that looks like MUCC, I love their cookies.

Then F suggested sth only older people would know it and if looks could kill F would be anihilated by K on the spot🤣

F: last Q, let's choose something easy to answer.

F: "what do you like to eat with rice? I like umeboshi (pickled plum)"

T: in Nagano we eat nametake.

F was a bit clueless how to eat it etc and made T explain more.

F: you K?

K: I don't care. Don't you just eat it with side dishes? No one eats only rice with pickled plum? It's not postwar period!

F: so what side dishes do you like?

K: Sushi.

🤣

F: ...sushi?? Isn't that a bit different??

K: you eat fish with rice, no?

F: so what sushi do you like?

K: fatty cut of flounder fin(あぶりのえんがわ)

And finally last comments:

Toshiya: thank you for today, DIR has decided to hold a concert with audience in May, please come if you can. But you have to decide that for yourself. We made our decision.

Kyo: I don't have anything, as usual. ...your t-shirts will increase, it's hard for people living far from Tokyo, nothing much to say.

F: you mean you will like to see everyone in May and so on?

K: I said I have nothing to say, didn't I?!💢

#dir en grey #kyo #京 #toshiya #目黒鹿鳴館gig #爆音会 #talk event #attempt at live report #新木場studio coast

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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New Light

masterlist

pairing - kai parker x fem!human!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - so this is like sometime during season 6. im rewatching the series but i haven't got to season 6 yet (im rewatching it so when i write and include situations and plots from the show, i can be correct w the timeline lol.), so sorry if some of the info and timeline is incorrect. i did a little research to try and get the timeline right though. enjoy! oh! and also i made bonnie and enzo already get together since ik they get together in like season 8

summary - kai tries to make you fall for him

warnings - mild language, suggestive language, make out scene

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Kai watched you as you moved around the kitchen, making dinner for your friends and you. You were in the Salvatore Boarding House, the place you lived in after having your home destroyed by Klaus Mikaelson. The Salvatore brothers adopted you into their home. You had been friends with them for the past few years, so it wasn’t surprising you moved in. You already spent more than half your time here anyways.

Tonight you were having a dinner party, planned by your friends and you to just relax and forget about every crazy thing that had and was happening in your life. Granted, something crazy was probably gonna happen, interrupting the relaxing night, but you held onto hope to have one normal night. Like how you used to before all the supernatural stuff.

One thing kept the hope from staying, though. It was Kai Parker. The insane witch who was ruining everything for you and your friends over the past few months. Stefan had decided to invite him over, make nice with him so you all would have him on your side. You sided with Stefan to not be in a fight with your best friend, but you deeply hated the thought of Kai sitting with you. Eating dinner, staring at you like a creepy stalker, probably plotting your death. Good thing was, though, Elena and Caroline were at the house, helping you. Everyone knew that if you were alone with Kai, you would probably kill him. Bonnie, sadly, was with Stefan and Damon, working out a plan to kill and/or get him back into the prison world.

You were in the kitchen alone at the moment, Kai was sitting at the island table, staring at you. He had a smug look on his face, resting his chin on his palm and leaning on the counter. He never tore his eyes away from you. It made you want to gouge his eyes out. To try and ignore him, you put on music and focused on the dinner you were making.

You sang the lyrics to ‘Since U Been Gone’ by Kelly Clarkson quietly. You moved your body to the beat, chopping up onions.

“You have a beautiful singing voice,” Kai said.

You rolled your eyes, huffing and ignoring him.

“You know, I can sing, too. I used to love singing in the car with my family,” Kai said.

“Before you slaughtered them?” You remarked.

Kai frowned at you, pain shooting through his heart. You continued making steak, turning on the stove and letting it heat up. Elena and Caroline finally came back into the kitchen with ice cream and alcohol. You snatched the bourbon from Caroline’s hand, getting out a cup and pouring yourself a drink.

“Can I have some?” Kai asked.

You nodded, not looking at him. You poured him a glass, walking over and setting it in front of him. His hand reached out to grab the glass, making contact with your hand. His fingers brushed against yours. You felt your skin tingle and goosebumps arose on your arm. Kai noticed and smirked.

“Cold?” He asked.

You glared at him and pulled back your arm immediately. “No.”

Kai chuckled, knowing you lied. He could sense you had feelings for him, even if you never would admit it. He just needed to make you see him differently so those feelings would surface.

You went back to ignoring him, which only fueld his pining for you more.

Elena and Caroline went over to you with the steaks.

“You know, Mr. Socio is in love with you,” Caroline said.

“He's not in love with me. He just likes to chase people and get them comfortable, then hurt them. Since I’m the only one not with a boy who can protect me, with you having Stefan and Damon, Caroline having Tyler and Klaus at her beckoning call, and Bonnie having Enzo, he has chosen me to haunt and stalk,” you said.

Elena looked back at Kai, who was looking at you still. Elena turned her attention towards you, again.

“I hate Kai as much as the next person, but he really looks like he has actual feelings for you. You should give him a chance.”

You scoffed, not believing what you were hearing. “Did you forget that he almost killed Bonnie and your beloved Damon to the prison world? He slaughtered his siblings and father without any remorse. Not to mention, he's an annoying prick.”

Elena laughed, “I used to think about that with Damon. But look at me now, I’m in love with him.”

“Yeah, but Damon isn’t a bad person, he just does bad things. Plus, I have seen the way he looks at you and treats you, he is every girl’s dream. Not to mention, he’s a pretty attractive guy. Kai isn’t like that. I mean, yeah, he’s hot, but he’s not the type of person I, or anyone, would want to date,” you explained and took a sip of bourbon.

Caroline smirked, “So, you are attracted to him.”

“No. You can say someone is attractive but not have any romantic feelings,” you shrugged.

In your mind, though, a little voice in your head told you that you did have feelings for him. You ignored the voice, not wanting to try and battle with your feelings.

“Sure, Y/n. The more you deny it, the worse your feelings will get,” Elena teased.

You rolled your eyes, flipping the steaks. Oil popped off the pan and hit your wrist. You squealed in pain, holding your wrist.

Elena hurriedly got you a cold washcloth and pressed it on your wrist.

“Thanks, El,” you smiled. “Mind taking care of the steaks? I have to keep a cold compress for a little.”

“Not at all. Care, can you get the sundae bar ready?” Elena asked, taking the tongs you used to turn the steak over. Caroline nodded, going over to the cabinets to get ice cream toppings out.

You went over to the living room, slumping on the couch and grabbing the remote. You turned on ‘Gilmore Girls’. You kept the cold compress on your wrist.

You felt the couch sink on your left. You didn't bother to look over, already knowing who it was. You two didn’t even sit in silence for 10 seconds before Kai started talking.

“Rory and Jess should’ve stayed together. Dean’s too soft,” Kai commented while watching the tv.

“Jess is bad for her. He's smart, but he still has no future. Dean really loves Rory and she threw that away,” you argued.

“True, but Jess loves her, too, just in a different way. Dean is so mellow. Jess is fun, exciting, dangerous. Kind of like Damon. That’s why Elena chose Damon instead of Stefan, right? Because he made her feel things that Stefan could never make her feel, which she liked better,” Kai stated.

You glared at him. “She didn’t choose him just because of that.”

“No, she chose him because of that. You choose someone because the way they make you feel, that's how love works,” Kai said, turning his attention towards you.

You felt his burning stare. You decided to turn to him, looking into his dark blue eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you sighed.

Kai smiled. His smile made you feel giddy and warm inside. You pushed those feelings away, piling more denial and hate in your mind towards him.

“You have those feelings towards me, too,” Kai smirked.

You peeled your eyes away from him, ignoring him once again.

“Don’t deny it, Y/n. I can see it on your face. I can feel it,” Kai teased, scooting closer.

“Kai, stop,” you muttered.

He got so close to you, you felt his breath on your cheek. Your heart rate picked up and you found it hot and hard to breathe. Heat went down south between your thighs and goosebumps formed on your neck.

“You like me, Y/n. I can hear you breathing heavy and you heart beating fast. I can smell your arousal between your legs,” Kai said, putting his hand on yours.

You pulled your hand away. “I said cut the shit, Kai. You’re making me uncomfortable,” you lied.

Kai’s eyes softened and he moved away immediately. “I’m sorry. I just-”

“You just what, Kai? Think you can use your witchy powers with me to make me fall in love with you? News flash, psycho, I’m not dumb,” you scoffed and stood up.

“I didn’t try to use my powers, I swear. But I can use my powers to heal your burn,” Kai suggested.

“No, I don’t want your help,” you shook your head.

“Get off your high horse and let me help you, Y/n. That burn will take a few days to heal and it'll hurt when you shower or brush something against it. Please, Y/n, I want to help you,” Kai pleaded.

You looked at him. His eyes showed honesty. You sighed in defeat and sat back down on the couch. You moved close to him, your thighs touching. Kai took the cloth off of your burn and held your arm gently. The same, lovey-dovey feelings came back. This time, you didn't fight it as hard, letting yourself enjoy not having to keep up your walls.

“I’m so mean to you, why are you helping me?” You asked.

“Because I like and care about you. I don’t like seeing the people I care about hurt,” he answered.

He put his free hand over your burn. The burn disappeared by skin forming over it.

“Really? If you cared about me, you’d leave me alone,” you chuckled.

“I can’t when I gotta get on your good side. With you and your friends plotting my death, I need an ally,” Kai said.

Your distaste for him surfaced again. You pulled your hand away once the burn was healed.

“That’s why I hate you. See, you don’t actually care about me. I knew it. Don’t sit or talk to me during dinner,” you spat and strutted over to the kitchen.

Dinner was ready, thank the heavens. Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie came into the house on cue.

“Bon!” You exclaimed, running over and hugging her.

“Hey! Dinner smells good,” Bonnie smiled and hugged you back. You pulled away and laughed, “Elena and Caroline made it. I got burned.”

“You okay? I can heal you,” Bonnie said.

“No, uh, Kai healed me already,” you said sheepishly.

“You let that lunatic touch you?” Damon asked.

“He was there and asked. He was being nice, but then he turned into a dick again,” you explained.

“Well, at least you’re not still hurt. C’mon, let’s go and eat. I'm starving,” Stefan said.

You all went to the kitchen, seeing the meal Elena and Caroline prepared set out on the table.

“Hey, babe,” Damon smiled and went over to Elena. He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

You looked at them longingly. You wanted what they had. So in love, nothing else mattering in the world but each other. You sat down in between Stefan and Caroline. You cut a piece of steak for yourself and got some mashed potatoes and green beans.

“This is so good, guys. Thanks for inviting me over,” Kai said with a mouthful of steak and mashed potatoes.

“Our pleasure. Mind eating with a closed mouth?” Stefan remarked.

You chuckled at Stefan’s comment while Kai frowned.

“So, what were you three doing while us four were here?” Kai said, gesturing to Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie with his fork.

“None of your business,” Bonnie said.

“Aw, c’mon. We’re friends now,” Kai teased.

“You’ll find out soon,” Damon smiled at him.

Kai frowned again and ate his food in silence.

“Do you guys want some blood to go with your wine?” Caroline asked.

“Yes!” Damon smiled. Caroline got up to get a few blood bags.

All of you except Kai made conversation. While you were talking and laughing, Kai looked at you. He knew his comment earlier got you two on the wrong foot again. He racked his brain with ways he could get on your good side, get you to agree with going on a date with him. He likes you, he really does, he just doesn’t know how to show those feelings without getting rude and angry. He was willing to try for you, though. After a few hours of talking with everyone, people started to excuse themselves to leave.

“I’ll see you later, Bon and Care,” you smiled and hugged your two best friends.

“See you! Have fun with Kai, I think he plans on staying,” Caroline smiled.

“I actually am going to leave, too,” Kai butted into your conversation.

Your heart sank slightly. Since calming down from being angry, your attitude towards him softened. In the back of your mind, you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay, to pester you, to talk to him, to sit down and have him make you feel the way you did on the couch. You wanted to sit down and enjoy his company. But on the surface, you couldn’t care less.

“But, I want to talk to Y/n before I leave,” Kai said.

Bonnie and Caroline looked between you two quizzically. They smiled and let you two be alone in the kitchen.

You walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbing two glasses and vodka. Kai followed you and sat down in his seat at the island table.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You asked as you poured him a glass of vodka. You grabbed your glass and went to sit next to him.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier,” he said and looked into your eyes. He took the glass without tearing his eyes away from you.

“You apologizing? Who has you possessed,” you laughed looked around jokingly.

Kai smiled with you as you brought your attention back on him.

“No, this is just me. I know what I said earlier about just wanting you as an ally was wrong. I mean, yes, I want you as an ally, I want all of you as an ally, but I still like you. A lot. And I care about you a lot, too,” Kai spoke.

You took a sip of vodka, sighing. “I accept and appreciate your apology, Kai. But, I don’t like you, not like that anyways, I-”

Kai interrupted you by taking your hand in his. “Y/n, I know I pushed earlier and made you uncomfortable, and I apologize for that, too, but I know that's not true. The look in your eyes when you look at me when you let your guard down is not a look regular friends give each other.”

Your eyes focused on his hand on yours for a few minutes, and looked back up to his face. Butterflies filled your stomach again and his words tugged at your heart strings. Your walls started to come down and as hard as you fought to keep them up, you couldn’t. Kai was getting to you and deep down, you knew he was right. That you cared for him the same way he cared about you.

But then you remembered that he was the enemy. He took your best friend away from you, wrecked havoc on this town, and killed his parent in cold blood. You couldn’t take the chance of getting hurt. So, you pulled your hand away slowly from his, standing up and downing the rest of your drink.

“I admit, I may have some feelings for you. Deep down inside, but I can’t take the chance, Kai. I’m sorry. Thank you for apologizing and not ruining dinner. I’ll see you later,” you gave him an apology of your own.

You started to walk away, but Kai put his hand on your arm. He spun you around and your lips met his. Your eyes widened as Kai kissed you. You tried to fight back from not kissing him, but as his arms wrapped gently around your waist, pulling you in, you melted against him and kissed him back.

As your lips moved with his for the first few moments, you closed your eyes and behind your eyelids, your brain exploded. You could see colors as your lips moved with his, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His lips tasted like vodka and chocolate ice cream. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. His tongue swiped on the bottom of your lip and you opened your mouth. Your tongues met and you moaned softly in his mouth, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.

You pulled away, needing air. Kai opened his eyes, a big, content smile resting on his lips.

“And friends don’t kiss friends like that. So please, give me a chance. Let me show you I’m different than what you think. Let me show you me in a new light. I can change for you. I want to change. Don’t deny what we have, Y/n.”

You stared into his eyes, knowing you couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. You gave him a small, sweet smile and nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance. Prove me wrong, Parker.”

Kai took his hands off your waist, first pumping the air. “I will, I promise.”

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24 or 43 for kastle from the 50 prompts thingy??

43. “Are you drunk?” [ao3]

I got a little carried away....not sorry. Thank you for the prompt!!

The sun has long since set by the time Karen manages to shoulder her way into her apartment building, annoyed. It’s been a long and difficult week, and she had been so excited to get home to her pajamas, wine, and fuzzy socks. In fact she’d been almost out of her office before realizing that her cabinets at home are completely empty. She’s been so busy at work that grocery shopping has been on the back burner, and she knew that if she’d just gone straight home after work she would have ordered in food all weekend. Her budget would never allow for that--and so she’d stopped at the little bodega on the way home and bought what she needed. All in all it had amounted to about four bags and a bottle of wine tucked safely away in her purse. She’d walked the five blocks home with aching hands and aching feet, dreaming of her quiet apartment. Maybe I’ll take a bath, she thinks as she shoots the broken elevator a sour look, or maybe I’ll just lay in bed and watch Netflix. Or try to work through one of my cold cases. Or read. Oh, maybe I’ll read in the bath.

She does none of those things. Karen reaches her floor, turns the corner, and her heart stutters.

There’s someone at her door. He’s got his back to her, so she can’t make out much, but he’s in dark clothes and his hood is up. He’s got his forehead pressed to her door. Part of her hopes he’s just drunk and thinks he’s somewhere else. The more logical part says that she definitely recognizes those combat boots even from behind.

“Frank?”

He jerks, then turns to give her a wide, loose smile. “Hey, Kar’n.”

She stares. Blinks. Stares some more. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh.” He shifts, nearly trips on a frayed part of the hallway carpet, catches himself last minute. “Can we talk inside?”

There goes my quiet evening.

As happy as she is to see Frank Castle alive and well, she knows not to expect more than a friendly social call. Karen passes him a handful of groceries and digs out her keys, letting them both into her warm apartment. Frank slides the lock in place behind her as she moves towards the kitchen, kicking off her heels with an embarrassingly happy groan. “Is this a coffee conversation, or something strong?” she asks over her shoulder.

Frank carefully maneuvers the handful of bags onto her counter and focuses on removing everything for her to put away. “You worried ‘bout me bein’ here?”

That’s a loaded question. She raises a brow. “Frank, you never visit recreationally. What’s going on? Are you on the run again? Need some info on someone?” If they have to have this conversation, she’d rather get the niceties out of the way and get back to her weekend.

“Nope. None of that.” He smiles again, nearly drops an apple, and then something clicks.

“Wait a minute,” she gasps, amazed. “Are you drunk?”

His answering grin is enough. Karen laughs incredulously, some of the tension knotted in her spine loosening. As soon as she’d seen him she had assumed that he needed something, or needed her help. Not that he was paying a visit on the way home from a bar.

“I didn’t even think you drank,” she huffs, amused. She quickly puts away her groceries and then pours a glass of wine for herself.

“I don’t usually,” he admits, leaning against the counter. Now that she knows what she’s looking for, there’s a warm flush on his cheeks and a looseness to his limbs that’s different from his normal, tense posture. “It’s Curt’s birthday, we had a couple after group.”

She’s glad to hear he’s still going to that group. They settle on the couch and exchange small talk about how it’s going and how Curtis is until curiosity gets the better of her. “So why are you actually here, Frank?”

He looks caught. She’s interested to see that his usually expressive face is much more so when inebriated. Every flicker of his eye and clench of his jaw gives away what he’s thinking. It’s like reading a book on how dodgy a vigilante can look. “Well, I wanted to see you.”

It's such a line, and coming from anyone form him she would have rolled her eyes. As it stands, the idea of The Punisher making a booty call because he’s had a bit too much to drink makes her laugh. She catches the hurt look on his face before he can hide it.

“What?”

“Oh no, Frank, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m glad you’re here.” She reaches over to squeeze his arm reassuringly, which seems to mollify him slightly.

“What’s funny, then?”

“Just the thought of The Punisher making a booty call.” Karen laughs again, unable to help herself. Frank is the most intense person she’s ever met, and she would certainly know if that was his plan. She doesn’t think he would be able to hide it if it were. She looks at him, inviting him to share in the hilarity of the idea, but he’s not laughing. Not even a little. In fact, his face flashes red and he clears his throat, looking away.

“Hang on,” Karen says slowly, laugh dying in her throat. “Is that what this is?”

“No,” Frank says quickly. “No, of course not.”

He’s lying. It’s the first time he’s ever lied to her. Karen’s mouth drops open. She stares at him, waiting for him to crack a smile or announce that he’s messing with her, but he just stares out the window and clenches his jaw. When she realizes he’s not planning on explaining, she takes two large gulps of wine and sets down her glass.

“Really? Because it kind of seems like I hit the nail on the head there.”

He’s already shaking his head emphatically. “No, Karen, Christ, I just, I--I wanted to see you, that’s all--”

This could go so many different ways, she’s not sure which option to explore first. She could let him off the hook and feign ignorance, maybe talk for another hour and then send him on his way. Or she could demand he tell her what he wants. Or she could mercilessly tease him--who can say they’re able to tease The Punisher and get away with it? And anyways, he’s gotten her into plenty of life-threatening situations (even if he usually saves her from them later) so joking around to get back at him is too good to pass up.

“Is there something off putting about me, then?” She raises a brow, having only a hair too much fun. “Because now you’re being a little too defensive for my tastes.”

“Oh Jesus, Karen--”

She shrugs. “I’m just saying, we’re both single and know each other and if that’s what this is, then you just have to say it--”

He’s starting to look panicked. “No it’s--”

“Come on, Frank, just admit it. You came here for a booty call--”

“Hey, no--”

“Because you’re drunk and have some excess energy--”

“It’s not because I’m drunk.”

The game is over. Frank is looking at her with a particularly focused expression that steals the air from her lungs. He leans forward, in her space, stopping just short of her lips. “If you think,” he rasps, and now it’s Karen’s turn to flush at his proximity, “for a second that I would come here just to sleep with you like it’s not something I’ve thought about constantly for two years, like I would just ruin this for one night--along with you and your fucking stubbornness and your smile and how you look in those fucking--...skirts--...” he takes a deep breath in, closes his eyes briefly, and then snaps them open to give her a loaded look, “--then you’re fuckin’ crazy, Karen.”

And then he sits back, and looks away.

She’s sure she looks like a complete idiot, but Karen can’t wipe the shock off her face. After a few moments where it feels like her heart literally stops beating, it reanimates with a pounding she can feel between her legs. Her throat is suddenly too dry, and she swallows hard. Her mind races to get them back on solid footing, but her mouth has other ideas. “So you’ve thought about us having sex?” is the first astonished thing to escape her lips.

“No,” Frank sighs patiently, but like she’s deliberately being obtuse. It’s such a funny, cute little sound that she’s never heard from him before, and it’s doing nothing for the desire that’s coursing through her. “I think about us in every way. Having sex, sure. But watchin’ tv together. Gettin’ a dog. Goin’ grocery shopping. Shit, just gettin’ up and having coffee in the morning. Just...I just think about us.”

It’s such a momentous confession that Karen feels inadequate to handle. Ever since she pleaded with him in the hospital, begging for him to leave the fight behind for her, she has filed away her feelings. After such a staunch dismissal of her feelings, she was sure he wasn’t interested in her other than as an informant and maybe, just sometimes, a friend. Now with his (albeit drunk) confession, she knows otherwise. She still doesn’t know what self-sacrificing, self-deprecating bullshit caused him to turn her down before, but that’s a discussion for another time. Right now, she wants to drag him towards her and kiss him senseless. She wants to smack him for waiting so long to say something. She wants to cry with relief. She wants to make him feel validated and loved. She wants to prove to the world that Frank Castle is a good man who has been dealt a shitty hand, even if she has to scream it from theEmpire State Building. “Frank,” she chokes out, “you should have said.”

He tenses, looking at her wearily. “Am I too late?”

She doesn’t answer with words. She’s too busy closing the gap between him and burying her face in his neck. He smells familiar, like sandalwood and vanilla, reminding her of a different day in her apartment. She’d hugged him for much longer than appropriate and he hadn’t pulled away. She thought maybe it had been a sorry and thank you all at once. And then he’d left again, and it had nearly broken her in two. “Never,” she vows into his skin, painting a promise with her lips.

She hears his ragged exhale, and then he’s drawing her up towards him. His kiss is soft, just a brush of lips against hers before he presses another to her cheek, her forehead, her chin. When he returns once more to capture her lips, Karen lets her hands wander the wide expanse of his chest, lets herself revel in the firmness of his body against her. Touching him like this is such a foreign feeling, but like she’s finally found the missing piece to a long started puzzle. His hands are just as eager, running along her spine and then resting on her hips before his strong fingers sink into her hair, the others pressing firmly on her lower back so that he can grind up against her. Karen gasps and Frank takes advantage of her parted lips, deepening the kiss, his tongue curling against her teeth. As Karen loses herself in the feeling of his heat and hands and kisses, she daydreams about what could happen next. She could slide off his lap to kneel between his legs. She could take the very strong evidence of his arousal and pepper it with kisses until he begs her to take him in her mouth. She could get him just close enough, and then crawl up the hard line of his body to take him in every way possible. She could make him believe that he’s been worth waiting for.

Instead, she pushed lightly on his chest until he pulls away with what she can only call a pout. He looks the definition of dishevelled with his soft curls askew and pupils blown wide. Her chest heaves, and she bites back a small noise of disappointment when his hips cease their wonderful friction against hers. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re drunk,” she reminds him unsteadily.

Frank lets his head fall back against the couch. His hands tighten on her waist briefly, reminding her of their precarious position--as if she could forget. She hasn’t been so turned on in eons. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “I know.”

“We should stop.”

His head lifts, eyes meeting hers, hopeful. “For now?”

Karen smiles, allowing one more brief kiss. It takes every bit of self-control in her to keep it chaste. “Until you’re sober. Then we’ll talk. But we can check one thing off your list, if you like.”

His mind struggles to switch gears. “Which one?”

Karen kisses his nose before clamoring off the couch (and his lap) on wobbly legs. “I’m going to preset the coffee machine for the morning. Now, which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

When he gives her a tentative, wonderful, bashful smile, Karen has to force herself to walk into the kitchen. Frank Castle has never been so dangerous as he is now, she thinks, sitting on that couch with mussed hair and swollen lips. Every instinct begs for her to return to his lap and continue what they started, but she measures the coffee out and stays strong. They can finish tomorrow, but they have things to talk about.

Over coffee. She smiles and sets the timer.

#kastle #mine #my writing #kastle ff #kastle fic

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dibs4ever · 3 years

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Excerpt from one of the first fics I ever wrote. Basically 17 year old Batgirl and Robin-Dick and Barbara. Are sent back in time to the late 80s by a time controlling villain where they are stuck. While there they meet a young Bruce Wayne. He’s just invited them for a night out at the Haley’s circus where he’s acquired guest of honor tickets

A little more info: Dick and Babs are 17 & just friends with hidden feelings for each other

Bruce and Selena are 15

Bruce left the living room to go get ready for the night out leaving Barbara and Dick alone “Are you going to be okay tonight?” She asked

Dick gave her a small smile “Yeah, I think I’ll be okay”

Barbara rested a hand on Dick’s arm “I can come up with an excuse for us to stay if you’d like, I’ll make it my fault” she assured him

Dick shook his head “I’ll be okay, besides it’s not like they’ll be how I remember them, my dad, uncle and Aunt are the Flying Grayson’s act right now and my mom is part of the contortionist act” he explained

Barbara looked up at him “You never told me your mom was a contortionist”

Dick smiled and looked up in thought “Yeah, from what I remember my parents telling me she was part of that act until she married my dad then she became a Flying Grayson, I don’t know much about them from when they were younger since I was so young when they died” he looked down again

Barbra gave a sad smile “Let’s change the subject …How about that Miss. Kyle Alfred was talking about inviting, you don’t think it’s Selina Kyle do you?” She asked

Dick picked his head up and shot her a grin “I was thinking the same thing, that would be funny wouldn’t it, or maybe a little creepy considering how weird their relationship is in our time”

Barbara opened her mouth to speak but quickly stopped

Bruce entered the room having changed into a grey button up dress shirt and black dress pants “Alfred is almost done with dinner if you want to go to the dining room” Bruce pointed toward in the direction of said room

After dinner they all climbed into the car, Dick and Barbara sat in the 3rd-row seats while Bruce sat in the second row, Alfred drove “We’re stopping to pick up a friend of mine before we get there” Bruce informed them as they pulled into an alleyway and up to an abandoned building.

“Shall I honk the horn or will you be going in to get her Master B” Alfred asked bringing the car to a stop

“I’ll go get her,” Bruce said exiting the vehicle,

“So Alfred has Bruce been friends with this girl for long?” Dick said trying to draw information from Alfred

Alfred looked at Dick from the rearview mirror “Well Mister Donnie, they’ve known each other for around a year I’m not exactly sure what she and Master Bruce’s relationship is, but I just go with it because other than her the only other people he associates with are adults” he explained

Dick nodded and sat back in his seat suddenly Barbara jumped and began patting his arm repeatedly “It is her” she whispered.Dick leaned over Barbra to look out the window and see Bruce walking a few steps behind a young girl who resembled Selina Kyle a lot. Bruce attempted to open the door for her but she swatted his hand out of the way and opened it herself. When she opened the door she looked slightly surprised to see them in there as they climbed into the car

Selina darted her head to Bruce “This isn’t a double date Bruce is it?!” How many times do I have to tell you we are not dating" she grumbled

Bruce shook his head “You only told me that one time and no it isn’t, they are travelers, their car was stolen and they had no place to go so Alfred and I invited them to stay at the manor until they’re able to return home” Bruce defended

“He’s telling the truth we’re just friends too,” Barbara said thumbing a finger at her and Dick

Selina shifted her eyes between the two of them “Becky Gain” Barbara told her extending a hand

Selina looked at her hand but didn’t shake it “Selina Kyle” she told her then looked over at Dick “And who are you”

Dick had been in a daydream stance since Selina Kyle aka the future Catwoman was sitting in front of him as a 15 year old girl. He blinked his eyes and refocused his attention “I’m Donnie Gowns” he told her he extended his hand as well, but Selina didn’t shake his hand either.

After arriving at the Circus Alfred informed them that he would be back when it was over to pick them up since they were about 2 hours early they were able to walk around for a bit. They walked in pairs Bruce with Selina then Dick and Barbara a few feet behind them

"This is so weird, I know Bruce knew Selina before I was around but I didn’t realize he knew her before he was Batman" Dick whispered gesturing to the pair in front of them

“Shhh don’t say that name so loud, you don’t want to risk them asking who Batman is, who knows what that could mess up” Barbara hushed him

Selina turned to look at them, Dick gulped hoping she hadn’t heard their conversation “Do you two mind if we split up?” She asked with a hand on her hip

Bruce held a hand up “Selina I told you we can’t just leave them they don’t know their way around Gotham”

Selina ignored his statement and continued to talk to Dick and Barbara “I’m sure Donnie and Becky can care for themselves Bruce” she rolled her eyes

Dick nodded his head “We don’t mind Bruce, we can meet back in our seats when the show starts” Dick assured seeing an opportunity to talk openly with Barbara

Bruce looked at Barbara “Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked

She nodded “Of course we’ll be fine” Barbara assured him

Selina turned back to Bruce “See I told you they wouldn’t care, you worry way too much about other people now come on rich boy” she walked ahead of him Bruce gave them an awkward wave and followed after her.

“So this is what the behind the scenes of a circus looks like?” Barbara said as they walked

Dick smiled “Yup it pretty much looks like it did when I grew up here” he looked around at all the trailers

“Back to the situation at stake, how exactly are we going to get back to the future?” She asked

Dick thought “ Well that all depends if …” he was cut off when Barbara was pushed into him by someone falling into her rather roughly. Luckily Dick caught her before she hit the ground

Once she was back on her feet Barbara looked over to see the culprit of her tumble-a guy probably about 19 in an all-black leotard with small triangles all over it in rainbow colors, he had jet black hair and big hazel eyes, his face had a chiseled look to it and a cleft chin, she immediately took note of how undeniably handsome he was.

The guy pushed himself up and stood to face Barbara “Sorry about that, I was practicing my new routine that’s premiering tonight, the grounds a little uneven and it threw off my balance” the guy said shooting her a familiar smirk that Barbara recognized immediately “Of course you don’t care about that” he let out a slight chuckle “Does a beautiful girl like yourself have a name?” the guy asked sending her a wink and sticking out his hand

‘Wow now I see who Dick gets it from’ Barbara thought as she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks “Ummm Bar- I mean Becky Gain” she smiled and took his hand

Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it gently “I’m Jon, Jon Grayson, it’s nice to meet you, I need to get back to warm ups, I hope you enjoy the show” he winked and stepped away from her

Once he was away she turned to Dick a stunned expression on both their faces “My dad just hit on you…” Dick said in a monotone voice shocked from what happened

Barbara was slightly embarrassed that Dick had seen the interaction but she didn’t want him to know that, so instead she decided to mess with him she looked over and grinned at him “Now I know who you get it from” she nudged him as they began walking again

Dick chuckled and looked at her “Hey I’m not that bad am I?” He acted hurt

She laughed and shook her head “Maybe not all the time, but you definitely got that cute smirk of yours from him” she smiled

They both stopped when she realized what she had said

“You think my smirk is cute?” He asked sending her the smirk in question

She rolled eyes “Shouldn’t we be getting to our seats?” she asked not answering his question

Dick looked at his watch the teenage Bruce had loaned him, realizing she was right he nodded “Yeah Bruce and Selina should be there by the time we get there ” he said they turned and made their way to the big top tent

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #batfamily

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demigoddreamer · 3 years

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Addressing Batman’s Abuse Part 2

LINK TO PART 1:

https://demigoddreamer.tumblr.com/post/639260521881862144/addressing-batmans-abuse

Batman: keeps a secret that could harm his family

Batfamily: how could you keep secrets from us?? I thought we could trust each other

Batman: nah man this info for me only you guys can’t be trusted with this

Batfamily: keep any secret whatsoever

Batman(who has a horrible lack of boundaries): THE AUDACITY

Ok...I really hoped there wasn’t more to the abuse but there is. I honestly can’t believe I wrote ALL OF THAT. I’m gonna do a post where I try to display Jason’s pain and suffering for what it is and tell the haters that they have no basis and to get the fuck outta here if you don’t like it. Jason deserves to be loved and that’s not because he’s my fav. BUT BACK TO BRUCE… anyway here imma cover anything else I forgot because what else is a high school freshman gonna do on her last day of break. All I’ve been doing to studying my butt off and working hard nuh huh IMMA TELL THIS CRUEL WORLD TO PUT A SOCK IN IT STOP ABUSING MY BOIS LIKE THE BATBROS. Sorry I got off topic.

I was talking in the last post about RHATO#25 where Jason shot the penguin. Now he has a pretty darn good reason ok. My boi found letters from his abusive criminal father(more like a DNA donor cause he ain’t a good dad like he supposed to be) and this trash Willis Todd wrote letters to Jason when Willis was in prison. He was like sorry and stuff and i don’t see how this is good enough BUT YOU MADE MY BOI JASON CRY! (I can’t bear to see my boi jay sad) now if you didn’t know my boi Jason has a heart of gold(if you didn’t think jay’s a good person then you’re just a lower life form) and LIKE ANY CHILD HE WANTS TO BE LOVED BY HIS PARENTS. Anyway he’s mad at Penguin for putting Willis in jail and shoots him...we all know what’s going to happen…*sucks in breath* Bruce is like you broke my precious no kill rule and beats the shit out of my poor baby Jason. LIKE THAT’S NOT OK it’s honestly kinda worst knowing JASON HAS A HISTORY OF PHYSICAL ABUSE FROM HIS FATHER, another father figure causing him psychological trauma is going to bring up all sorts of bad memories and PTSD from Willis. Batman was supposed to be a better father than Willis but kinda ended up like him instead.

Sorry I didn’t discuss that more in depth in the last post, it’s why there’s a part 2. But now some new stuff. So as we know...Alfred died WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE ALFRED IS A FRICKING GOD HE’S IMMORTAL HE CAN’T DIE WHYYYYYYYYY!!!!...sorry I’m just so sad Alfred is DA BEST. anyway in the comic Pennyworth RIP or something like that, they are having a nice funeral for him. You know what?? THEY TOLD JASON NOT TO COME TO THE FUNERAL. THEY INVITED AMNESIAC DICK(now ric?*cry in bad naming and lost bro relationships*) but they like to Jason nah bro we don’t want your ass you but my BOI JASON WAS LIKE NAH FUCK ALL OF YOU IMMA COME TO THIS. and he came and he HAS THE RIGHT TO COME. He loved Alfred just as much as any of them and Alfred loved him and would want him to FUCKING COME.(ngl my man jay looks good in those shades) anyway they all seem pretty hostile to him when he comes and Bruce doesn’t correct this like hey he’s not bad guy you know

Also we need to acknowledge the secret keeping. Bruce is super paranoid and has major trust issues. He doesn’t feel the need to give IMPORTANT INFO to anyone not even his own fucking family. And this withholding of crucial info often puts his family in danger. Like when Joker kidnapped them and made them think they’re faces were cut off. I don’t know exactly what happened but he knew Joker was gonna do something and they were put in danger. WHY WOULD YOU PURPOSELY SUBJECT THE KIDS YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO CALL YOURS TO PSYCHOLOGICAL AND EMOTIONAL TRAUMA??? LIKE WHYYYYYYY? If you simply trusted them and not do stuff behind their back then this could’ve been avoided. It is hinted that while Bruce was unconscious the Joker told them some stuff, a lot of it he said when Bruce was unconscious but while conscious he said like Bruce loves Joker*not surprised considering why is joker still alive* and he secretly hopes that Joker kills his kid like HELL NO, whispered some horrible things that will make them self deprecate and increase depression. We can imagine how bad it is to be kidnapped, about to be lit on fire, seeing your cut off face on a plate(their faces weren’t actually cut off but still it’s traumatizing), and then joker toxin fills the room making you go crazy, I imagine it’s worse for Barbara after being shot by Joker and even worse for Jason BECAUSE HE WAS FUCKING BRUTALLY MURDERED BY JOKER AND HIS CROWBAR AND EXPLOSIONS. (I wanna shove that crowbar up Joker’s ass until he starts bleeding out of every orifice) and Bruce is like y’all we need to talk but everyone’s like no i can’t, making up excuses, etc. but i don’t blame them once again the secret keeping caused unnecessary pain. THEY HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD AT BATMAN and he tries soooo hard to justify it. and when they keep a secret from him suddenly they’re the bad guy. BATMAN CAN’T HANDLE SOMEONE KEEPING SECRETS FROM HIM honestly that’s shitty AF. And so toxic like he keeps breaking into their business and crossing lines with privacy. SO WHY DOES BRUCE KEEP DOING THIS??? He keeps people in the dark and they get hurt like HONESTLY YOU’RE HURTING EVERYONE AROUND YOU AND HE MAKES SOME ASSED EXCUSE ABOUT PROTECTING THEM.

Look Batman, there comes a time where enough is enough ok. Please stop hurting them, you already lost them and you’ll never get them back. All of them should just get out but especially Jason. I know a lot of people think Jason should leave entirely and I don’t entirely disagree with that. But I think Jason should keep his bros ditch his dad. Like Batman keeps hurting Jason but his brothers I feel like are more there for him than anyone else and they’re as much victims as Jason is. Batman should stop adopting so many kids if he can’t treat them right.

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warnings: This story contains content that could be problematic for one or the other. Among other things, the story may contain content about sex, rape, late pregnancy, relationship with a large age difference, and others. Just because it's in the warnings doesn't mean these topics will appear, but they will definitely be covered in the story. The content of the story is fixed and doesn’t change. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, then it's okay if you don't read the story. I just write down my ideas here and I just enjoy writing about life. The fact that some things in life are not rational or weird for some people is also part of it.

Sunoh thought he was quiet and wanted to deal a little with himself. Especially after talking to Chichi, he went to his room and didn't want to be disturbed. However, Sunoh lived in a house with a large family and privacy was rare. And in times like these, he needed a lot of privacy in order to let his imagination run wild. He quietly watched a porno and imagined that Chichi was there. But he could hardly relax because his door opened suddenly. "Sunoh what are you doing?" Geon came into the room looking for his big brother. Sunoh immediately put the blanket over his body and turned everything off. "GEON! GET OUT NOW!" He was in a panic and couldn't believe his little brother just walked in without knocking. But what he didn't expect was that he would start crying. Sunoh looked at him in surprise and didn't quite understand his reaction. "You never do anything with me," sobbed Geon, looking sadly at his brother. "WHAT? That's not true at all!" Sunoh was totally surprised. "Yes. You go boxing with Kiwoo and you always talk to Miga. But you never do anything with me." Geon pouted and crossed his arms. Sunoh looked at him in shock. He never felt that Geon felt neglected. "Okay okay. Let's do something." Sunoh sat up and Geon came to his older brother with a big smile. Geon and Kiwoo both looked up at their big brother. Sunoh was like a role model for them, they always followed him. At the next moment there was another knock on the door and Sunoh thought that he would never be left alone. "Sunoh? Ah Geon you're here too." You were standing now in the room too. "Mum, what's up?" He asked and sighed. "Have you already packed your things?" You spend the weekend with Sunoh, Geon, Kiwoo and Johanna, Jaina, Jasper. You booked a hotel and wanted to spend some time with the children. Miga had a shooting all day and she had to prepare for the new drama over the weekend. So she stayed at home with Jaehyun, who had invited Johnny, Jeno and Jaemin to drink that evening. "Yes, everything is ready," said Sunoh and pointed to his bag. "And you Geon?" You raise your eyebrow and look at your other boy. But he shook his head. "What did I tell you? We're leaving in an hour." You cross your arms. "I want to stay with Sunoh," Geon said then and pouting. "You can spend the whole weekend together," you say, but Geon didn't want to leave. "Come on Geon, I promise that we will do something all by ourselves at the weekend. Without Kiwoo. Okay?", Sunoh then said and looked at his little brother. Geon nodded and smiled. He jumped up and then took you by the hand. When you and Geon were outside, Sunoh immediately locked the door and finished what he had started. Meanwhile you go to his room with Geon and open his backpack. "Mummy?" Geon sat by the bed and looked at you. "Yes my darling?" You ask him while you are folding his pyjamas. "Am I going to be that cool later, like Sunoh?" He asked and you turn around in surprise. "You're already cool," you say with a smile and stroke his cheek. "But the others in my class say I'm not cool. And everyone likes Sunoh. Mummy, I want to be like Sunoh." Geon looked at you sadly and you already had a feeling that he wasn't doing so well at school. Geon was always very intelligent, did very easily in school, but had difficulty making friends. Kiwoo always got many invitations to friends or birthdays, while Geon was often alone. "Oh my boy, you are great the way you are. You don't have to be like someone else." You take him in your arms and kiss his cheek. Geon giggled and you hang around a little longer in the hug. He was still your baby of all your children.

Miga was meanwhile at a photo shoot. She just had a break and now time to look at her phone. "Sorry to write to you, I know you have a lot to do, especially with the new drama. But last Saturday was a little weird. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" Miga looked at the message Hyunjin had written her. She was annoyed with herself, she didn't want to ignore him. But so much had happened and sometimes she doesn't know how to feel. "No, I'm sorry. A lot has happened and I got a little panic. It's really not up to you!" She sighed and stared at her phone. She was nervous because she didn't want to lose him. She also somehow felt connected to him. "Are you all right?" His message came very quickly. "To be honest ... no ..." She wanted to trust him, tell him everything, but she couldn't. "Can I do something for you?" The message came again fast. "No, I have to deal with it myself. I'm sorry that so little of me has been coming lately." "It's okay. I hope you feel better soon." "Yes, it will be fine. I hope we can see each other soon." She admitted that she liked the thought of seeing Hyunjin again. They haven't been able to meet on schedule since they kissed. "Yes, if you feel better next week, do you have time?" She had to smile because of course her answer was yes. She was very excited to see him again. The next moment she received a message that was less pleasant. It was from you and full of anger. "MIGA! CALL ME NOW! The director called." But what happened?

You are putting the boys' bags in the car when you get a call. It was the number from the school and the school principal answers immediately. "Miss Jung, I have to talk to you about Miga." You wonder what was going on now. "She didn't come to school," he said quickly. "Yes, she has a photo shoot today. We have given notice," you say immediately. "Yes, but she's been missing the whole week," he said and you could hardly believe what he was saying. "What? She wasn't there?" You were so shocked and didn't know how to answer correctly. "No, and if she didn’t come to school and her grades go down, she can’t graduate." That's exactly what you didn't want to hear. You wanted your girl to graduate from school so that she always had all the options. What if she no longer wants to be an actress and wants to go to college? Or even want to study alongside acting? You wanted to give your children all possibilities. "Okay, thanks for the info. I'll talk to her." You try to stay calm, but your hand was already shaking with anger. "Okay. Have a nice weekend!" Said the director and after he hung up you try to call Miga immediately. But she didn't answer her phone straight away because she was at the photo shoot. You write her a message right away and then go straight into the house. "JAEHYUN!" You call your husband and Jaehyun came straight to you with wide eyes. "What's happening?" He hugged you because he immediately noticed that you were completely upset. "Miga skipped school that week." You were really angry, you feel really betrayed by your daughter. You had a deal and she broke all her promises. "What?" Jaehyun was also totally surprised by the news. "Yes, the school principal just called. I wanted to call Miga right away, but she didn't answer." Your pulse rose and snuggled tightly against Jaehyun's chest. "Okay okay. What if you pack the boys and enjoy the weekend and on Sunday we can talk to her in peace. How do you like that?" Jaehyun was very calm and he strokes your back. "Yes, that sounds good." You lean against his shoulder and look up at him. "Very good. Now have a nice trip." Jaehyun grinned and he slowly bends down to kiss you. His kiss was so gentle and soothing. "I'll miss you," he whispered as he slowly pulled away from you. "Me too," you say and sigh. You wouldn't want to leave him now. But it was time to go.

It was now late in the evening. Johnny, Jaemin and Jeno were there and they drank all evening. Everyone was pretty drunk by now. They listened to music, ate pizza, and talked. It was a nice evening to be alone with the boys again. "Guys, I have to tell you something," said Jaemin then and he was already quite drunk. "I want a child too. You are all fathers, I now want a child too," he slurred. "Well, you just need a woman," said Jaehyun and laughed. "Well, maybe there will be one soon?" Jeno said and grinned broadly. "What? Did we miss something?", Johnny asked and put his arm around Jaemin. "No, there is nothing." Jaemin tried to push the subject off quickly, after all, he didn't want to talk about it in front of Jaehyun. "Oh really? And what about the 19-year-old that makes you rack your brains so often?" Jeno needed to bring Jaemin more and more into an uncomfortable position without wanting to. "What? A 19-year-old? What's going on?", Johnny asked immediately. "Well, I can't get her out of my head, but she's 19 ..." Jaemin didn't know what to say. "Yes, she's really young ...", Jaehyun then said and took another sip of his beer. "Yes, but if it's love...," Jeno said. "I don't know. My daughter is 19 years old. I don't think I could accept that if she was dating a guy your age." Jaehyun shrugged and that was exactly what Jaemin didn't need to hear. "Even if this guy really loves her?" Jaemin asked further. Somehow he felt he had to defend himself. "How often does that happen? And even if this happens, there is so much in between. I would only worry about Miga. I don't assume that you might run after the girl because of horniness, but if someone your age meets Miga, then I think this person has no good intentions." Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders again and was very open with his opinion because he didn't know that it was about his daughter. Jaemin didn't know what to say. "Hello!" Miga came home and greeted the boys right away. She was tipsy too and she hugs her father from behind. "Did the shoot take that long?" Jaehyun asked and kissed her on the cheek. "No, I also had a drink, or two..." she said and grinned. "Miga sit down with us," said Jeno and grinned. "Am I not bothering you?" She looked at Jaemin, who froze completely. "No, not at all," said Johnny then and Jaehyun put the chair next to him for her. "What are you talking about?", She then asked and looked around. "We just found out that Jaemin is in love with a girl," said Johnny. Miga looked surprised, but with a grin at Jaemin. "You don't have to tell everyone that," said Jaemin, looking down. "Why? It's nice, isn't it?" Miga then said. "Well, there is a problem because she is your age," said Jaehyun and shook his head. "But if it's love?" Miga said then. "We already said that," said Jeno. "Okay okay, we've talked enough about it. Change of subject." Jaemin didn't want to talk about it any more and he couldn't even look Miga in the eye. But for the rest of the evening the subject was not mentioned again.

After everyone had drunk, the men grew tired. Everyone slept in a different room and Miga could hear that Jaemin was sleeping in Sunoh's room. She had to think about what Jaemin said that he was in love with her. He had even talked about it with her father, even if he didn't know it was about her. So Miga goes up the stairs and gets into Sunoh's room. Carefully she opened the door and saw Jaemin lie down in bed. He was only wearing his shirt and his Calvins and Miga had to swallow. But until she was standing in the room, Jaemin didn’t noticed her. "Miga? What are you doing here?" He was so drunk and he felt how his head was pounding more and more. "I can't sleep," she said with a smile, playing with her sleeves. She was wearing an oversized sweater and overknee stockings. Carefully she went closer to him until she was standing in front of the bed. "Miga, you can't always come to me." He sighed and lay back. She came to see him several times a week. She snuck out every night and drove to him. Nothing happened between the two of them, but he knew that nothing more should happen. "But I feel so good with you." She sat down on the edge of the mattress and looked at him with her dark eyes. Jaemin never let Miga sleep with him in bed because he knew he was confused and lonely and was more likely to make a mistake because of it. But he was very drunk and knew that nothing could happen. "What if your father comes in?" Jaemin then asks. "He's not coming in. And if he knocks first, I can hide." She lay down with him and snuggled under the covers. "This has to stop ..." Jaemin slurred and closed his eyes. "Why?" Asked Miga, who was still looking at him. "Because you're driving me crazy," Jaemin admitted in his drunkenness. "Am I doing that?" Miga asked further and hoped to learn more from him. Jaemin was often closed, she knew that he felt something for her, but she wanted to know how much. "Miga, you are intelligent. I think you know that ..." he mumbled on, but his eyes were still closed. "Do you dream of me sometimes?" She asked him with a wink and Jaemin's eyes widened. Yes he did. He knew he wasn't allowed to, he knew that wasn't right. What was wrong with him? "So you dream of me. What am I doing in your dreams?" She asked further and put her hand on his stomach. "Miga ... I ... I'm drunk ..." Jaemin tried to concentrate. "Do you dream about this?" She put one leg over his and she starts kissing his neck. "Miga ... not ..." he whispered, but somehow he liked it. He was torn, and even in this depressed state, it was difficult for him. But Miga was passionate. She caressed his neck and ran her hand over his stomach to feel his abs. But the closer she got to his middle, Jaemin got more nervous. "No not ..." he said. "But you like it. I see it." She was already on the waistband of his Calvins and could see how he had a bump in it. She knew he wanted it. But when she grabbed his dick and started to massaged it lightly, Jaemin pulled the emergency brake. He knew it was going too far. He thought of Jaehyun's words and he couldn't go any further. "Stop it," he said louder now and since he was so drunk he didn't even notice how hard he was pushing Miga away. She almost fell out of bed and hit the edge of the bedside table. "Shit, Miga! I'm sorry. Have I hurt you?" Jaemin looked down at her, who was sitting on the floor holding her arm. But that wasn't what hurt her, it was that Jaemin refused her. Tears came and she felt so heart broken. She dared so much and has now lost everything. She hated herself so much at the moment and it was so uncomfortable for her that she got up immediately and ran out of the room. Jaemin didn't really realize what had happened. He was too drunk to do that, but he knew it wasn't good.

The next morning the men slept long until it was almost noon. Miga couldn't really sleep that night. Like almost every night. Insomnia was her constant companion. And from last night's incident, she was even more anxious. "Hey Miga, are you okay?" Jaehyun was already in the kitchen when Miga got up. She just nodded and grabbed a coffee. "Do you like to talk about something? Is it about school? Don't worry about your mother, we will find a solution." Jaehyun was worried about his daughter, something hadn't been right for two weeks and he doesn't know what it was. Otherwise she would tell him everything. "OK." She tried to smile because she saw her father trying hard. But Jaehyun wasn't happy. "Do you want to have a father-daughter evening or something like that in the evening?" He asked. "Daddy, I really just want to be alone today." She sighed and Jaehyun's heart ached. He wants to do so much, he would do anything for her. But she has to say what's going on. "How does it look tomorrow? Your mother and your brothers won't come back until early in the evening. Maybe we want to do something?" Jaehyun didn't give up, he saw that his daughter was having a hard time and he wanted to be there for her. Miga knew that, and she also knew that her father wouldn't give in. "Okay Daddy." She smiled and Jaehyun hugged her. "Now eat something." He passed her a croissant and smiled. "Dad, I'm not hungry ...", she tried to say, but Jaehyun shook her head. "You have to eat something. You are very weak." Miga knew that she couldn't say anything against him. So she took the croissant and leaved the kitchen.

Miga went into her room the whole time, but at some point she was too bored and got a little more hungry. Johnny was standing in the kitchen with Jaehyun and they were packing a few things. "Hey Miga, are you okay?" Johnny smiled and Miga was glad he didn't ask her about how tired she looked. "Yes, thanks. Daddy, are there any more croissants?" She asked carefully. Jaehyun smiled broadly and pulled out a basket. "More than enough." He kissed her head and gave her the food. "So, let's go upstairs and pack the rest of it," Jaehyun said to Johnny, who nodded immediately. Miga made another coffee and while she was waiting she heard two voices from the living room and she decided to listen a bit. "How are things going with the 19 year old now really?" Jeno looked at his friend and smiled. "Don't ask," Jaemin sighed and threw his head back. "Have you slept with her yet?" Jeno became curious and he had to laugh. "No ... I'm can’t ..." Jaemin lost his words. "Have you ever tried to sleep with someone else, so you know if you just want to fuck her?" Jeno then asked. "I thought about it, even went to a bar with Lucas. I even bought condoms because the ones I had at home had expired. But you know me Jeno, I'm not the type for that." Miga didn't want to hear any more. She couldn’t believe it all. Was she just a joke for Jaemin? Had he just played it all for her? She immediately ran to her room and locked herself. She fell on her bed and started crying. And she cried all day. The pain didn't stop and she just lay rigid. At some point she ran out of tears and just stared out the window.

When everyone was gone, Jaehyun looked into her room. "Hey Miga, I would order pizza. Do you like something?" He asked carefully. She was with her back to the door and couldn't move. She didn't want her father to see her like that. What should she tell him? "No, I'm not hungry." Jaehyun looked at her briefly and was really at a loss. But he closed the door and went back again. An hour later he looked back at her. Miga had barely moved and was still in the same place. "Miga, I left you two pieces of pizza ..." Jaehyun looked at his daughter and was still at a loss. "I'll put the plate on your desk." Jaehyun waited for a reaction, but Miga still didn't move. Jaehyun stood helpless in the room, but then went out again. What should he do? He had never seen his daughter so destroyed. He goes into the kitchen and stared at the plate. What should he do? What did his daughter have? He then took his car keys and went into the garage. He drove to his daughter's favorite bakery and bought the biscuits she liked even as a little girl. He missed the time when the children were so small and their only problem was that they couldn't eat too much sweets. He wished the time back so much and it was so hard for him to see that his children are now facing the real problems of the world. Maybe that was why he really wanted a child. After buying the biscuits, he drove back and went straight to his daughter's room. Miga still hadn't moved, but this time he goes to her and sat on the bed. "Miga, you don't have to tell me what's going on. But if I can help you somehow, then talk to me. I would do anything for you." He stroked her head and tried to calm her down. He also put the plate with the biscuits next to her and Miga immediately recognized that they were the ones she had loved from childhood. She was so touched that her father was there for her that she began to cry again. She turned and looked her father in the eye. "Daddy ..." She cried and cried and couldn't stop. "It's all going wrong ..." she just couldn't stop crying. Jaehyun took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. He stroked her head and tried to calm her down. "I can't go back to school. Daddy please don't let me go to school again." And that's when she started hyperventilating. She gasped and her pulse rose to nearly 200. Jaehyun saw the panic in her eyes. He had never seen her do that before. Something happened because it's not typical for her. "Shhh, all good." Jaehyun hugged her even tighter and it was now as if he was holding his little girl in his arms again. She was suddenly so small and fragile. But Miga did not calm down, she gasped for air and her body trembled. Jaehyun saw the fear in her eyes and he knew he couldn't send her back to school. "I promise you won't go to school at first. I'll talk to your mother. Don't worry." Miga kept sobbing and he was so desperate. "I promise you, Miga. I promise you," he repeated over and over. Jaehyun continued to stroke her head and slowly Miga became calmer again. Her pulse dropped and her breathing slowly stabilized again. Jaehyun was very worried about her, but didn't want to ask any further. It was a step forward that she opened up a bit. "Daddy?" She suddenly asked and she looked up at him. "Yes?" He smiled softly and was glad that Miga was slowly coming to. "Do you still want to have a daddy daughter day today and watch movies?" She asked and Jaehyun nodded immediately. "Yes, I would love to," he said and hugged her tightly again.

The next day you came back with your sons and are finally happy to see Jaehyun and your daughter again. The weekend was good and you had the feeling that the guys were in a better mood now. "Hey, did you guys have a good time?" Jaehyun hugged his sons and the twins laughed. "YESSS," Geon and Kiwoo said at the same time. The three boys then went back to their room. But you pack your things too. You wash all the laundry that has now accumulated while Jaehyun cooks dinner. Kiwoo and Geon were particularly talkative and told their father and sister what they had experienced. You had to laugh and thought it was so cute that they were so excited. After everything was tidied up, the twins were in bed and Miga and Sunoh were in their rooms, Jaehyun decides to bring up the topic of school. "Y/N, Miga is really...I don’t know what to say... I have a feeling that something happened ..." Jaehyun looked at you and you listened to him. "I said she didn't have to go to school anymore." Jaehyun pressed his lips together, knowing that you won't like this idea. "WHAT?" You ask angrily. "Y/N, you should have seen her. I can't send her there." Jaehyun was really worried, but you couldn't believe it. "But then you just decide this without talking to me?" You were angry that he hadn't discussed this with you. "I had to do it. She was so sad and destroyed?" "JAEHYUN! It's about her education. It's a decision that you don't make that quickly. And certainly not alone." It followed that the dispute escalated completely. You were so angry that Jaehyun decided this without talking to you and Jaehyun defended Miga. You two became stubborn and the argument escalated. Education was important to you, Jaehyun saw how bad Miga was. The parent came out of each of you. Miga, who was the only one in the room on the first floor, heard the argument very well. Because their parents were arguing in the kitchen and they were getting louder and louder. That wasn't what she wanted, she didn't want her parents to argue about her. She didn't know what to do, she was so unstable anyway. She picked up her phone and wrote to Jaemin, "Hey, I know things went really bad. But I just need a good friend. Can I come over?" Hearing her parents yelling at each other and getting more emotional, she looked at her phone. Jaemin always wrote back immediately, but this time it was quiet. But Miga couldn't listen to that any longer. She didn't want to hear her parents arguing any further if she knew she was the reason. She packed her bag, took her car key, and snuck into the garage. Because you and Jaehyun were arguing so loudly with each other, you didn't even notice that Miga was driving away. Miag drove fast, way too fast, but she didn't care. She couldn't be home anymore. Even if Jaemin didn't get back to her, she decided to go to him anyway. After all, he hadn't read her message yet. She was so stubborn about him and she felt so close to him. So she parked in front of his apartment, entered the code for the door and took the elevator up. Her heart was racing with excitement, after all, Jaemin had been the cause of her pain the last few days. But he was the only one who knew what was going on inside her. She couldn't believe that he just wanted to fuck her. Jaemin said himself that he's not the type. Miga was so confused. Everything was so confused the last few weeks. The only thing she wanted was love. Was that asking too much? She rang nervously at Jaemin's doorbell, hoping he was home. But it didn't take long before the door opened. Jaemin stood and looked at her with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked surprised. "Jaemin, I just want to talk. I don't know what to do next, I ..." Miga was completely upset, but suddenly she saw a woman walking through the room wearing only a towel. "Is that our food already?", She asked and slowly turned in the direction of the two. "Okay, I get it ... I'm sorry for the bother." Tears welled up in Miga's eyes and she just wanted to get away. "No, wait it is ..." But it was too late. Miga ran out of the house as quickly as possible. "Who was that?" Asked the woman and Jaemin just stared into the corridor.

Miga sat in the car and stared into space. She didn't know what to do. She was so out of all her senses and didn't know what to do next. Should she confide in someone? But at that moment her phone lit up because she got a message. "Hey, hope you are fine. We got our band name today and you will hardly believe it, we are forming a new NCT group, a kind of new generation of NCT. Maybe that's why your father was always so strict because he wanted that we are doing a good job to represent his group honorably. Well, I'll be home soon, the training was long today. Have you eaten yet?" Miga had to smile when she read his message. Hyunjin was always so cute and she felt like she was wronging him. She treated him way too badly and he was so nice. She should be honest with him and confess that there is someone else too. But at that moment Miga was so out of her mind that she could no longer think logically. "Do you have time? I'm nearby.", She wrote back and Hyunjin immediately replied with a "yes". Miga drove off again, again too fast, but she enjoyed racing through the streets. Hyunjin was waiting downstairs and immediately got into her car. "Hey, where are we going?" He asked excitedly. "Anywhere," said Miga and Hyunjin quickly realized that she was not quite in her mind. She was quieter than usual and she was getting faster and faster. Especially when she was on the freeway, she raced pretty fast. Hyunjin got nervous and looked at his crush. "Miga, you are driving too fast," he pointed out. But she didn't answer and went back on the pedal. "Miga what's going on?", Hyunjin asked panicked. Miga kept staring at the street and sped on. She didn't answer and drove and drove and at some point she drove off. Hyunjin didn't know how long they had been on the road, but it was the middle of the night and there were hardly any cars on the streets. Miga drove to a small town and drove until she reached a beach. In the summer this beach was lively and full of people. But it was quiet now. It was winter and night. "Miga why are we here?", Asked Hyunjin and like Miga got out of the car. Miga ran on through the sand and stopped in front of the water. "When I was little we were here a lot. The twins learned to swim here and Sunoh and I built sandcastles. We use the time until it got really cold." She turned and looked at Hyunjin. The wind blew through her hair and the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wish I could be a kid again," she said, and started crying. Hyunjin didn't know what to say so he walked up to her and hugged her. He already knew the whole trip that something was wrong with her and he saw that she was broken. "I'm sorry Hyunjin." She was crying into his chest. "It's all good," he said gently, but Miga shook her head. "No, I'm not fair to you." She cried and cried. Hyunjin took her and sat with her on the sand. "Tell me. Tell me everything," he said very gently and Miga did it all at once. Although she did not know Hyunjin for long, she trusted him. She began with the fact that her ex-boyfriend and a schoolmate tried to rape her, that she no longer wanted to go to school because of it, that her parents were arguing about it and she also told him about Jaemin. Even though she knew Hyunjin liked her, she was honest. "I'm sorry, I'm not fair." Miga was much calmer by now. "So you like Jaemin?" He asked. She nodded and looked in the sand in shame. "Do you like me, like more than a friend?" He asked. "Yes ...", she confessed and Hyunjin didn't want to hear more. He took her hand and smiled. "Well, then I'll fight for you," Hyunjin said then. "No, you don't have to ..." "I want. If I have a single chance with you, I want to take advantage of it," admitted Hyunjin and was serious. Miga couldn't believe it, she didn't know what to say, but Hyunjin put his forehead on hers and smiled. "Should we go to a convenience store and buy warm ramen?" He asked and grinned. "That sounds like a good plan," Miga then said and smiled again.

Jaemin sat at the table and stared at his food. "What's going on?" Asked the woman sitting across from him. "Is it because of the girl?" "Yes ... she ...", he didn't know what to say. "Is it the one you told me about? The one who is too young for you and causes other problems, but you are somehow in love with her?" She asked further. "Yes ..." said Jaemin shortly and succinctly. "And why don't you just tell her that I'm your best friend who's gay?" She had actually only come over because Jaemin called her and didn't know what to do about Miga. "Maybe it's better that way ...", Jaemin admitted, but his best friend shook her head. "No no, you like this girl, you have to fight for her!"

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twilightprince101 · 3 years

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That's right, we got TWO Bugsnax OCs!! This fandom/game has lots of potential for stuff and has really been bringing out my creative juices! So allow me to introduce to you Gramble Gigglefunny's punk ex-childhood friend, Skatey Skitterlock!

Skatey and Gramble used to live in the same neighborhood when they were younger. Because of her personal life and being exposed to the world from a young age she's always been the rebellious type. She fights for the right stuff and does her research, but tends to do it in a more... direct manner, as she sees that as the most efficient way of getting her point across.

She and Gramble were reasonably close back when they were kids, Skatey helping bring out his more adventurous side, but after accidentally landing him in hot water with his family the two fell apart. Now, after years of being on her own, she finds out that Gramble accepted an invitation to Snaktooth, and decided to try and follow him to make amends and reconnect.

Once again below is an interview following a layout prompt from @cosmicheartz, so go check them out and feel free to shoot an ask if you're interested! I'm hoping to do more with her in the future!

Who are you? Name’s Skatey Skitterlock. I’m uh, a lead protest activist.

( What kind of things do you protest for? ) Oh you know: preventing the hoarding of cash, homeless’ rights for living, ensuring corporate fuzzhats stay in their lane, the usual.

( Does that bat have anything to do with the ‘protest?’ ) What can I say? Grumps are a lot more willing to listen with a bit of ‘encouragement~’

Why come to Snacktooth island? I’m sure you’ve met Gramble by now? You know, smaller guy, lives in the barn, a little too into the walking food? Him and I actually go back a bit. We fell out of touch a while ago, so when I heard he was going to this little island getaway, I decided to tag along to catch up!

( Gramble never mentioned you when saying why he came. ) He didn’t…? Well, my decision to come along was a bit last minute, I did come in one of the later boats when the island had open invites. He was caught a bit off guard when I first showed up, but we’re, somewhat cool now.

( Why did you and Gramble stop talking? ) ...look I know this is just how you do things, that this is your job, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped while you’re ahead, alright? I think you’re smart. Don’t prove me wrong, for your own sake.

Thoughts on bugsnax? They’re… okay I’m just going to be frank with you: I think they’re weird and I don’t like them. I hate how they skitter around, it’s freaky how they talk without mouths and the whole transforming thing is just… Eugh. Shelda had the right idea trying to ward people away from them, I don’t understand why anyone would want to eat them, much less treat them like pets.

( Aren’t Bugsnax the only food source here? ) Not entirely. There’s some actual fish farther out in the ocean if you look hard enough, plus the sauce that Wambus grows. It’s actually how Gramble and I manage to stay alive on this grump-forsaken island. Troubleham and I even have an agreement: hang out around his crop to scare off Snax, then Gramble and I get first sauce pickings.

( Bugsnax are scared of you? ) Bash an entire population of white strabbys into mush and I think anyone would be.

Why did you leave town? I left soon after Gramble did. After the whole incident with Wabus I knew he’d probably need someone watching his back. Especially when I realized that Wiggle tagged along.

( What’s up with Wiggle? ) To give an extremely condensed version, I’ve noticed how she eyes Gramble’s pets. As much as I’m against the whole thing Gramble has going on, they’re important to him. Gotta give him some space to work though stuff, and that means keeping them out of that has-been’s maw.

( What stuff is he working through? ) *Quiet growls, alongside the patting of a metal pat.*

Any info on Lizbert? Peh, Liz. Honestly I don’t know what the other grumps decided to follow her here. I’ve met people like her in my business, and trust me when I say, she just brought everyone out here to make herself feel better.

( What makes you think that? ) Well let’s consider the facts here: She recently got labeled a fraud from her Grumplantis debacle, she drags pathetically weak grumps to an island where nobody has come back from, and--despite the fact it could’ve made things easier for everyone--she never bothered teaching anyone else how to catch Bugsnax. Do I need to spell it out for you?

( I do need your opinion on the record actually… ) Sigh. She put herself as the only food source on this entire island, making everyone here depend on her. All Lizbert did was create a problem only she could solve. Why do you think everything fell apart the moment she vanished? She’s no brave adventurer, she’s just another dime-a-dozen big shot looking to stroke their own ego, nothing more.

( What do you think happened to her? ) I overheard Cromdo talking about how Lizbert might’ve stolen the boat and dragged Eggabell along. As much as he annoys me, I don’t think he’s too far off. From my experience, when people in power are put under pressure from those below them, their first instinct is to turn tail and run, even if it means selling out the people you claim to care about. I don’t know when we’ll see those two again, but I promise that when I do, it won’t just be her tusks being broken.

That’s all my questions Skatey, you can put down the bat now. Yeah yeah, I get it, I’m not the nicest Grump in town. But honestly, somebody on this island needs to hold those two accountable. What Lizbert did was immature and really hurt people here, her own friend probably the most. The poor guy really idolized her and does nothing but try and care for others, then the minute things turn south she abandons him!

I respect Filbo's attempts to keep everyone together, but after trying to chase after Liz for so long he barely sees anything in himself. Somebody needs to be angry on his half, so it might as well be me. It's the least I can do for him.

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city-writes · 3 years

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Race Against the Clock (Chapter One)

At Mirio and Tamaki's wedding, Midoriya and Kirishima come to the same conclusion: They're gonna propose to their partners. The issue?

They both realize that the other also plans to propose. They both know that Bakugo and Midoriya's rivalry, while healthier than ever, extends beyond just their competition in beating the other out for the spot of #1 Hero. They both know that if 'stupid Deku' got engaged before Bakugo himself did? Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

And so the race to be the first to propose starts.

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(Technically a prequel(? side fic?) to the fic "He Knows no Repose", but you don't need to have read that fic to get this one)

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters; Pro-Hero Characters; No Manga Spoilers; Multi-Chapter fic Pairings: Eijirou Kirishima/Katsuki Bakugo (KiriBaku); Izuku Midoriya/Ochako Uraraka (IzuOcha); Mirio Togata/Tamaki Amajiki (MiriTama)

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Getting Bakugo to come with him to Tamaki and Mirio's wedding had been a challenge, to say the least, but Eijirou Kirishima was so damn glad he did.

Kirishima had always known Bakugo was the one for him, even in the early stages of their relationship. He couldn't imagine a future without the tenacious eruption of a man that was Katsuki Bakugo by his side. He'd known he was going to marry this man one day.

But in this moment, as Kirishima looked to Bakugo, all sound was deafening in the redhead's ears, his eyes widening in realization upon feeling the blond subtly hook their pinkies together as Mirio and Tamaki exchanged their vows. He took in the sight of Bakugo's soft resting scowl, the faint flushed color that dusted his pale cheeks, their pinkies hooked to one another in a sign of unity while another couple was forming their own union several feet in front of them. In this moment, Kirishima knew:

I want to propose to him soon.

The thought popped into his head, and began repeating itself constantly, with the tempo of a flashing neon sign, and just as prominent as one burning brightly throughout a dark street. Kirishima's breath caught in his throat, and he pulled his gaze away from Bakugo, falling back upon Mirio and Tamaki instead as they continued speaking to one another.

The subject of marriage wasn't something that had gone unmentioned in his and Bakugo's shared apartment. Kirishima didn't remember how they initially came to discussing the topic, but the two of them had come to an agreement; No major purchases of any sort - engagement rings included - from either of them until they'd saved up enough to fund their own Hero Agency, one they would run together. (Bakugo had drawn up a saving plan for them before graduating from U.A., and they'd stuck to it very faithfully for the past two years.) As financial standings for them currently were, they would probably be able to afford their future agency in a little less than two years. They'd be around 22 then, which was alot better than the majority of Pros their age, though the two of them had the added benefit of sharing everything 50/50, whereas most Pros who planned for a future agency tackled the task solo.

If he was really going to propose though, he wanted to get the blond a good engagement ring, one that he felt fit him best, one that would make even the great Katsuki Bakugo freeze in shock and awe. A smile curled up on Kirishima's lips at the thought, and he curled his pinky just the slightest bit tighter around Bakugo's.

He closed his eyes for just a brief moment, a soothing warmth rushing through his body as he felt Bakugo curl his pinky a little tighter as well in response. Kirishima slowly exhaled, his eyes getting just the slightest bit misty as Mirio and Tamaki kissed one another, cheers erupting from the wedding attendees.

God, he couldn't wait to marry this man.

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The wedding reception, while vibrant and lively, wasn't nearly as populated as the ceremony was.

Wanting to keep some semblance of privacy to their lives, the newlyweds had only allowed family and close friends into the reception, having left the ceremony open to a more general stroke of people in their lives and select individuals from Hero related news outlets, if only to keep the media appeased and not doing whatever they could to sneak into or crash their wedding ceremony for the sake of a picture. After all, with Lemillion being the #3 Hero, and Suneater being the #5, there hadn't been any doubt that someone would try something less than savory if they'd attempted to keep everything private.

The reception, however, was a different story. Mirio and Tamaki's families were there, as well as the close friends they'd made throughout their lives. Kirishima was grateful to be considered one of them.

"Congrats, dude!" He said as Tamaki came over to the table he and Uraraka were sitting at, standing up to give the older male a hearty pat on his upper arm, before pulling him into a hug. "I'm super happy for you both!"

Tamaki gave a small chuckle at Kirishima's actions, before gently returning the hug. "Thanks, Kirishima. It all feels... really surreal."

Kirishima could feel Tamaki trembling against him, and pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. "You good, man?" Red eyes scanned the room for Mirio, hoping that if anything was wrong, he'd at least be able to calm Tamaki down. But when he felt Tamaki nod against his shoulder, Kirishima relaxed somewhat, the two Pros pulling away from each other.

"I'm... I'm better than good." Tamaki admitted, his eyes closing as he exhaled and a shaky, but wide smile pulled at his lips. "I was convinced I wouldn't be able to finish the ceremony with everyone's eyes on me, but..." He opened his eyes then, his gaze fond as he met Kirishima's own. "But it was like... the world just melted away. Like there was no one else but Mirio and I. I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling."

Kirishima broke out into a wide, toothy grin, his heart full for his friend and fellow hero. God, would he feel like that himself when he and Bakugo were getting married? He really wanted to know. But for now, he placed a hand on Tamaki's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "That's great, Tamaki. I glad you have someone like Mirio to make you feel like that." He could still feel Tamaki's trembling under his hand, but he knew it was because the other male was overwhelmed in the best way, out of happiness and not anxiety. "Where is Mirio, anyway?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"Mirio's gone to check on Eri." Tamaki replied, looking over to a nearby door. "She wanted to change out of her flower girl dress and into one she said was more comfortable to dance in."

Kirishima laughed then at the mental image of overly doting father Mirio, though before he could comment further, he heard the sound of a close-by chair being pulled out of its spot from behind him. Both he and Tamaki looked to see Bakugo sit in the seat next to where Kirishima had been, sporting two glasses of champagne. Bakugo's gaze met Kirishima's then, and the blond scoffed, placing one glass down in front of the redhead's seat.

"Here." Bakugo's voice was soft, gently gruff. "Figured I'd also get you one while I was up."

Kirishima flashed his boyfriend a smile, shooting him a thumbs up, "Thanks!"

Giving a grunt of acknowledgement as his only response, Bakugo took a sip of his champagne, placing an elbow on the table and holding his head in one hand as he looked off to the side, looking positively unamused. Kirishima did, however, notice Uraraka's cheekily amused gaze staring down his boyfriend.

Tamaki chuckled awkwardly at the sight, before looking back to Kirishima. "I'll leave you two alone. Thanks for coming, though. I really appreciate it."

"Are you kidding?!" Kirishima replied with a gentle smile, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world, dude!" With that, Kirishima gave Tamaki a hearty pat on his back before the two moved away from each other, Tamaki slinking towards a nearby door -presumably to find Mirio and Eri, Kirishima thought- and Kirishima to sit at the table with Bakugo and Uraraka.

"Wait, where's Midoriya?" Kirishima asked, before taking a swig of his champagne and turning his head to look at Bakugo. "Didn't you guys go to get drinks together?"

Bakugo scoffed, nodding his heads towards the are where he'd come back from, near a table with some set, pre-filled champagne glasses. "He started talkin' with some blue girl and some bug fucker." Uraraka and Kirishima both looked over there themselves, and were met with the sight of the green-haired male talking near there with two individuals that Kirishima faintly recognized. Before the artificial redhead could get a word in, however, Uraraka spoke.

"Oh! That's Centipeder and Bubble Girl!" She chirped, smiling gently. A look of recognition overcame Kirishima then, memories of seeing the two Night Eye agency Heroes during the days leading up to the Shie Hassaikai raid coming back to him. "I figured Mirio would invite them to the reception!" Uraraka continued, watching Midoriya as he spoke with the other two people before he took a sip of his champagne. "I don't recall seeing them at the ceremony though? Then again, there were alot of people there, I could have just missed them."

"Too many people, if you ask me." Bakugo huffed, before turning his head back towards the table, looking pointedly at Uraraka. "That's his second glass of champagne, by the way."

"Already?" Uraraka sighed, looking more amused than exasperated. Kirishima stifled a chuckle at that, knowing from a couple of past experiences that Midoriya wasn't the best when it came to alcohol tolerance. "Well, I guess I should go stop him before he does something he regrets."

A snort left Bakugo at that, the ash blond shaking his head. "Nah, let him suffer."

"Katsuki." Kirishima chided, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"What?" Bakugo's red eyes locked onto Kirishima's, his lip curling slightly in biteless annoyance. "It's not my fault the damn nerd's a lightweight."

Uraraka's lips tugged upwards in playful deviance. "I don't think you have any room to talk, Bakugo." She held back a snicker as his gaze locked onto her, sneering. She didn't seem fazed by this, however, and honestly hadn't been fazed by similar looks for a few years now. "You have one more glass of champagne on him, at most. And that's me being generous."

"Listen here, Round Face--"

"What? What do you gotta say, Lord Explosion Murder?"

"That's it--!"

Kirishima was quick to place a hand on Bakugo's shoulder, the blond having started to move like he was going to lunge across the table for the brunette. This, however, only caused Uraraka to laugh, despite the eyes of a few reception-goers looking their way due to the ruckus. "Maybe we should take away your glass, Bakugo. You haven't even finished the one and you're already riled up."

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of Midoriya's voice interrupted them, the green haired male having walked back to the table. "I could hear you guys all the way over there." Taking in the sight before him, Midoriya sighed, shaking his head. "Please play nice, both of you? Let's not ruin Mirio and Tamaki's day."

The three sitting at the table were quick to notice the faint flush of color that had found home on Midoriya's cheeks, which they all knew wasn't due to the embarrassment of people staring their way from Uraraka and Bakugo's playful taunts. They also all noticed a half empty champagne glass in Midoriya's right hand, and a full one in his left.

"How about I take that glass for you, Izuku?" Uraraka asked with a light laugh, reaching for the full glass.

Midoriya looked at her confusedly for a moment, before blinking and nodding. "Yeah, I brought it for you." He replied, moving to sit by Uraraka, handing the glass to her easily.

Thankfully, both Mirio and Tamaki re-emerged into the venue with Eri in tow before anyone else could get more riled up, the two newlyweds giving a small, joint welcome speech to thank their guests, before they took their seats and dinner was served. The evening continued without a hitch, and it wasn't long before guests were either gathering on the dance floor, making their way to the dessert table, or mingling with the newlyweds at their table. Unlike Kirishima, Midoriya, and Uraraka, who were familiar with at least a handful of the people that were here, Bakugo simply stayed at their small, five person table, content on simply watching what were basically strangers to him.

(Though even Bakugo couldn't ignore Eri when she stopped by their table at one point to talk to them all.)

Currently, Midoriya was nursing his third glass of champagne, Bakugo his second, while Uraraka and Kirishima had both shifted to water after one glass. While the introduction of food into his system had seemed to temporarily erase the initial slight flush of intoxication in Midoriya, finishing that second glass from earlier and moving on to this third glass had brought it right back, and Uraraka was in the beginning stages of convincing him not to go for a fourth when he was done, much to Bakugo's (and to some extent, Kirishima's) amusement.

Bakugo was about to goad Deku into going to preemptively procure that fourth glass when a woman in a sparkly blue dress, with equally blue eyes and periwinkle hair approached their table, smiling brightly.

"There you are, Ochako!" She said with an energy far too vibrant for Bakugo's liking. It took him a second to recognize her (purely because she wasn't in her hero attire, he told himself, not because of the alcohol), but he relaxed slightly nonetheless. He watched as Nejire gently tugged at Uraraka's arm, smiling as she attempted to pull her fellow Pro Hero away. "I tried finding you before they brought the food out but then I got caught up talking with Mirio and Tamaki and Eri-- Did you know she's decided to go to U.A. for General Studies? I'm so excited for her-- Hey, is Midoriya drunk?"

Uraraka chuckled awkwardly as Bakugo snorted and Midoriya let out a huff. "I am not drunk, Hado."

"Ooh! How much can you drink before it starts to affect how well you're able to control your quirk? You don't wanna start breaking bones again like at U.A., right?" Nejire giggled, but before she could give Midoriya a chance to answer, her eyes trained on Kirishima and Bakugo, and she let go of Uraraka's arm, trailing around the table to stand by them. "Hey, Kirishima! If you and Bakugo were sparring at 100%, what would give out first: your Unbreakable form, or Bakugo's arms?"

Kirishima gave a sheepish laugh, a hand going to rub at the back of his head, as Bakugo's nose scrunched, and he began speaking, "Are you serio--"

"Speaking of your Unbreakable form," Nejire continued, her gaze flickering from Kirishima, to Uraraka, then back to Kirishima again (as well as paying no mind to Bakugo yelling, "Don't cut me off!") before asking, "Would you be able to maintain it if Ochako used her quirk on you? Is Unbreakable just like, an 'intense-focus-on-your-muscles' thing, or do you need to maintain an internal center of gravity, like a reinforced inner core type of thing? That wouldn't be too dangerous to find out though, huh? It'd at least be safer to pull off than checking how drunk Midoriya can be without hurting himself, or seeing what prevails - Dynamight, the unstoppable object or Red Riot, the immoveable force."

"Isn't it 'Immoveable Object' and 'Unstoppable Force'?" Uraraka asked, pulling Midoriya back into his seat by the back of his midnight blue tux jacket when he attempted to use the hurricane of questions that was Nejire Hado as a distraction to get more champagne unnoticed.

Nejire blinked, before laughing gently. "You're right! Maybe I've had a drink too many, myself. Anyway, have you been to the dessert table yet? I wanna go check out the chocolate fountain!"

"Not yet," Uraraka admitted, huffing with a small smile before notioning to Midoriya next to her, "I have to babysit this guy to make sure he doesn't overdo it on the champagne."

The resulting pout from Midoriya drew hushed snickering from both Bakugo and Kirishima. "But... C'mon, 'Chako..."

"Yeah, c'mon Ochako!" Nejire giggled, pointing off to the dessert table with a thumb, blue eyes not leaving Uraraka's brown. "They brought out some daifuku mochi."

Everyone at the table could practically see the mental deliberation that was going on in Uraraka's head, the brunette's eyes darting from the dessert table, to her boyfriend, then back to the dessert table, gently biting at her lower lip as she did so. "I..."

"Aww, go on, Uraraka!" Kirishima spoke up, shooing her away with a hand. "Katsuki and I will keep an eye on Midoriya!"

Uraraka blinked, frowning slightly. "You sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"Absolutely not!" Bakugo snipped, glaring at Kirishima in betrayal. "I'm not Deku's fucking keeper!"

Any hesitancy Uraraka had seemed to melt away at Bakugo's annoyance, smirking cheekily as she jumped up from her seat. "Nope! It's too late! Your literal sweetheart of a boyfriend has offered you up as tribute!" Uraraka then hooked her arm in Nejire's, the older woman laughing as Uraraka began practically dragging her to the dessert table. "Have fun, Lord Explosion Murder!"

"Get back here, you motherf--"

"Katsuki!" Kirishima yelped, quickly slapping a hand over his boyfriend's mouth. "This is a wedding reception, you can't just yell that across the room!"

Bakugo's fiery gaze shifted from Uraraka's distant figure to Kirishima instead, vibrant red eyes glaring into Kirishima's own. He then licked a fat stripe up Kirishima's hand with the flat of his tongue, causing the redhead's eyes to go wide, and his face to redden, immediately withdrawing his hand from Bakugo's face.

"Dude!" Kirishima muttered as he wiped his hand off on his pants.

"'S your own damn fault." Bakugo huffed as he shifted to rest his head in one of his hands, his elbow on the table. "I hate you, Eijirou."

The still-slightly-tipsy Midoriya gasped lightly, looking hurt on Kirishima's behalf. "Kacchan... that's not nice."

"Shut up, Deku."

Kirishima laughed as Midoriya pouted further, then turned to Bakugo, personally unfazed by his boyfriend's words. He knew they held absolutely no weight. "I love you too, Katsuki." He murmured as he leaned in to give the blond a kiss on his temple, an arm wrapping around him to pull him close.

Bakugo gave a 'hmph!' and closed his eyes, but shifted and folded his arms, visibly leaning into Kirishima's hold. "Yeah, yeah."

He didn't fight it as Kirishima pressed a follow-up kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, though before Bakugo could get a proper kiss on the lips, Midoriya hummed happily, a pleased chuckle bubbling up from the green-haired male's chest. "Aww..." Midoriya cooed sweetly, his fingers pressing against his cheeks as he watched the two of them. "That's better."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Bakugo muttered, pulling away from Kirishima as the redhead's chest heaved with laughter, and quickly got up from his seat. "I'm gonna find a fucking bathroom."

Kirishima's laughter was slow to die down as Bakugo sauntered away, the sturdy hero then looking back to Midoriya, who was suppressing his own giggles. "Alright, real talk," Kirishima murmured, leaning towards Midoriya somewhat, a mischievious smirk on his face, "Exactly how far gone are you?"

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, folding his arms as his gaze met Kirishima's. "Listen, I'll admit, I am a li'l tipsy, but nothing too bad." He did reach to take another sip of his champagne glass before he spoke again. "Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with it at Kacchan's expense, though."

"Don't push your luck," Kirishima warned with a small, amused smile. "Knowing him, Katsuki will probably come back with another glass of champagne, both to spite Uraraka and to see if he can get you drunk."

"I don't doubt it." Midoriya amusedly murmured, placing his glass back on the table, looking over to where Uraraka and Nejire were chattering amongst themselves. "You know, rumor has it that next time the Hero rankings update, Ochako's going to surpass Hado."

Kirishima blinked at that, a brow arching in curiosity. "Really?"

Midoriya nodded with a dopey grin. "Yeah." He raised a finger to his lips then, his gaze flickering over to Kirishima. "You didn't hear it from me, though." Kirishima just nodded and smiled, and Midoriya lowered his finger. "Hado's been the #6 Hero for a couple years now," he continued, "and Ochako's been right behind her at #7. As much as she cares about Hado, though, Ochako would love to climb the Hero rankings just another rung higher. Honestly, she has her eyes on top 5."

"I just hope I can still keep in the top 10." Kirishima admitted, taking a sip of his water. He himself was currently #9, with Tokoyami ahead of him at #8, and Iida behind him at #10. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for where I am now, and honestly when I was a kid I never thought I'd even get this far," A sad smile tugged at Kirishima's lips then, and he placed his water glass on the table, looking down into it as he continued to speak. "But I don't want people to think less of Katsuki if his boyfriend falls lower in the Hero rankings. You know how the tabloids and the more gossip-y media outlets get." His voice dropped a little then. "I don't wanna disappoint him either."

"But you're not just Kacchan's boyfriend." Midoriya huffed, jutting his lower lip out at Kirishima's words. "You're Red Riot! You're an amazing hero no matter what, it doesn't matter what the rankings or the tabloids say! Besides, Kacchan loves you for you, not because of your ranking!"

Kirishima gave Midoriya a hum of acknowledgement, before looking up and nodding his thanks.

The pleased squeal of a young child cut through the air then, and both young men looked over to the sound's point of origin: the dessert table. The child was in floating midair in between Uraraka and Nejire, holding out a skewered marshmellow to hold under the top level of the chocolate fountain, a height far too out of reach for the little one if Uraraka hadn't used her quirk on them. They watched as Nejire kept a gentle hand on the child's back, both guiding them towards the chocolate fountain and preventing them from floating away, as Uraraka stood on standby, her hands poised to deactivate her quirk once the child had reached their objective and was safely guided back down on the ground.

"...God, I love her." Midoriya swooned, his gaze unwavering from Uraraka's place over by the dessert table.

Kirishima smiled at his friend, looking from Midoriya over to Uraraka as well, watching as she laughed at something Nejire said, before placing her own skewered marshmellow under the chocolate fountain now that the child from before had run off with theirs. The redhead was half debating on what all he'd get from the dessert table, when he heard Midoriya speak again.

"I've been thinking about proposing to her for a little while now."

Kirishima's eyes widened then, and he turned his head to look at Midoriya, a wide grin beginning to pull at his lips. 'That's awesome, dude!' was on the tip of his tongue, when something within him struck a chord.

...Midoriya had been considering proposing.

Midoriya had been considering proposing.

It was like a klaxon alarm had gone off blaring in his head, red lights flashing as his mental self immediately panicking. Had this been any one of his other friends, Kirishima would have been absolutely ecstatic for them, not that Midoriya was any exception to that excitement, but the fact that it was specifically Midoriya telling him this, so soon after Kirishima himself had his own revelation about proposing to Katsuki? Not good, not good, not good.

Midoriya and Bakugo's friendship had come so far since their junior high and early U.A. days, their healthy rivalry growing into something so much more than just their shared desire to be the #1 hero. (Currently the spot was held by Midoriya, but it seemed to flip-flop between the two of them every time the rankings updated.) They were comfortable enough to compete even in things as little as video games or self-imposed eating competitions now, without any true vitriol or negativity.

And for whatever reason, that healthy, playful competitiveness had managed to seep into their separate romantic lives as well. When Midoriya and Uraraka had started dating at the beginning of their second year at U.A., Bakugo had scoffed, saying that 'the only reason Deku finally grew a pair and asked her out' was that the green-haired male was trying to one-up him in both their shared goal in being the #1 hero and now apparently who'd be a better boyfriend, as Bakugo himself and Kirishima had started dating at the end of their first year. While Bakugo had only been talking to the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' at the time (a name Bakugo absolutely loathed but stopped trying to fight against out of irritation), Midoriya had apparently overheard him, and cheekily commented: "At least I took the plunge and actually asked Uraraka out, Kacchan. Remind me, when it came to you and Kirishima, who asked who out again?"

Kirishima's eyes had gone wide at Midoriya's audacity, the redhead having to bite down hard on his lower lip to hide his amused shock as best he could. He watched as Bakugo's jaw dropped for the briefest of moments, before anger was quick to replace the blond's own shock. "What the fuck did you say to me?!"

Sero was doing his best to stifle his laughter behind one of his hands, while Mina and Kaminari were absolutely losing their shit on the common room's couches. Midoriya, who had been coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of popcorn at the time, it having been his turn to get the salty snacks for his, Uraraka's, Iida's, Todoroki's, Asui's, and Aoyama's movie night, spoke again. "What's got you so worked up?" He'd asked, feigning innocence as he began strolling towards the elevators. "I just asked a simple question."

"Like hell you did!" Bakugo had nearly launched himself over a couch, intent on getting his hands on Midoriya, before Kirishima hooked his arms up and under Bakugo's, the blond wriggling against him, letting off controlled explosions in his hands. Kirishima could somehow hear Midoriya's laughter over Mina and Kaminari's, though their conjoined laughter was like a whisper compared to Bakugo's yelling. "Get back here, shitty Deku! I'll show you who the best damn boyfriend is!"

From then on, the two would goad each other on about their respective relationships, from Bakugo bragging that he'd managed to score a pair of limited tickets to a special, one day only Crimson Riot exhibit in a city two hours away as a surprise for Kirishima's birthday, to Midoriya boasting about how much Uraraka's parents had taken to him after he'd been introduced as 'my boyfriend, Izuku' as opposed to 'my friend, Midoriya'. (After the latter occured, the next time Bakugo had visited Kirishima's mothers with him, the blond had brought them a carefully wrapped box containing homemade chocolates, paranoid that he might not have made as good an impression on them as Deku had on Uraraka's parents. Both women had been absolutely flattered and thankful, and reassured the blond that not only had he made a good impression on them, but that they were happy that he made their son happy.)

So for Midoriya to blurt out that he'd been planning on proposing to Uraraka for a little while now, regardless of if the admission was intentional or a result of the alcohol in his system, Kirishima knew he'd definitely have to get a move on if he planned on proposing to Katsuki soon.

Because if Midoriya was both engaged, and subsequently married before Bakugo? Midoriya would hold it over the blond's head, and Kirishima would never hear the end of it.

The only issue was that damn 'no major purchases' agreement that Bakugo had him agree to so that they could save up for their conjoined Hero Agency. If Kirishima couldn't find someway to get around that, then Midoriya was guaranteed to get engaged to Uraraka before him and Katsuki could get engaged to each other.

"Oh, really?" Kirishima did his best to sound delightfully surprised, to not give Midoriya any inkling that he'd been planning on proposing too. He knew that if Midoriya smelled the proverbial blood in the water, that he'd absolutely take the opportunity to strike.

Maybe Midoriya's version of 'a while now' meant like, two weeks. Maybe he hadn't put alot of thought into it, hadn't been looking at rings or anything yet, hadn't been planning the when and the how. Maybe, if he was going to propose, it wouldn't be for like, another 2 years. That was reasonable, right?

But as Midoriya's gaze flickered over to Kirishima, the green haired male seemed to pause for a moment as he took in the other's expression, before green eyes widened, a knowing smile on Midoriya's face. Kirishima's breath hitched.

Oh god, no.

"Wait... Are..." Midoriya leaned towards the redhead then, eyes wide with an expression the sturdy hero couldn't quite name, "Kirishima, were you also--"

"What the hell is your drunk ass doin', Deku?" Kirishima tensed at the sound of Bakugo's voice, taking a few short and quick breaths to try and calm himself down from the mental turmoil his brain had been going through. "Get the hell out of Eijirou's goddamn space." Kirishima couldn't bring himself to look at Bakugo yet as he heard the explosive hero pull his chair out and sit in it; the redhead knew he had to train his expression down into looking like nothing was wrong, or else the blond would know something was up. Bakugo's hand slid into his field of vision, pushing a filled champagne glass towards Midoriya. "Leave my idiot boyfriend alone and keep downing your damn booze."

Midoriya leaned back in his chair then, he gaze going from Kirishima, to the champagne glass, then to Bakugo. "Thanks, Kacchan, but... I think I'm good."

"Hah?"

Green eyes flickered from Bakugo over to Kirishima, who was doing his best to school his features still. "I think I'm gonna switch to water." He clarified, looking back at Bakugo. "Don't wanna embarrass myself or Ochako by having one too many drinks, ya know?"

No, please. Keep drinking. Kirishima thought, his gaze focusing on Midoriya, as though by sheer will alone his thoughts would will the green haired male into doing his bidding. Drink, and get drunk, and forget about me wanting to propose to Katsuki, god please.

"Just take the damn drink, Deku."

Midoriya then looked pointedly at Kirishima then, and grinned cheekily. "Maybe Kirishima should take it instead."

Kirishima's expression faltered then, his eyes narrowing slightly at Midoriya's words. Though as he felt Bakugo's gaze on him, Kirishima exhaled, turning his head to look at his boyfriend. He was quick to plaster a wide grin on his face, a hand going to rub at the back of his own head. "Took ya a little while to get back, huh?" He asked, desperate to rid the air of any tension. God, please don't question anything. "You get lost trying to find the bathroom or somethin'?"

Bakugo frowned then, the blond's red eyes looking into Kirishima's own, before glancing over over at a slightly smug looking Midoriya, then returning to Kirishima. "...What were you and Deku talking about before I got back?" Spoken more like a statement than a question, Kirishima laughed awkwardly, his mind racing to try and save himself from saying something seriously stupid or incredibly incriminating.

"Just stuff." Midoriya chirped, pushing his chair back so that he could get up from the table. "Kacchan, go with me to the dessert table."

The mental klaxon alarms came back at full force; Midoriya could not be alone with Katsuki right now, not while he was tipsy and armed with the knowledge that Kirishima wanted to propose!

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You and I both know I don't have that big a sweet tooth. Why the fuck would I go with you to the dessert table?"

"Well, one," Midoriya began, making his way to stand behind Kirishima's and Bakugo's chairs (albeit doing so a little wobbily), one hand resting on the back of Bakugo's chair, the other on Kirishima's shoulder. "Kirishima said he'd wanted to get some chocolate covered strawberries at the chocolate fountain when you came back, but you took so long finding the bathroom that I think the least you could do is get them for him."

"Deku..." Bakugo growled warningly.

"Two, Mirio told me beforehand that there'd be some spicy desserts. Tamaki apparently asked for some 'Black Pearl' cupcakes, which are apparently made with wasabi, ginger, and dark chocolate." Midoriya couldn't suppress the chuckle that left him upon seeing Bakugo's gaze flicker over to the dessert table for the briefest moment at the mention of those. "And three, Ochako would kick your ass if you let me walk to the dessert table alone right now."

Clicking his tongue, Bakugo rolled his eyes and folded his arms, before giving a huff and standing up. "Please, Round Face wishes she could kick my ass." Regardless, Bakugo pushed his chair in, glancing at Kirishima over his shoulder. "I'll go get you your damn strawberries." His gaze then looked to Midoriya, nodding his head towards the dessert table before beginning to walk. "C'mon, Deku."

Before Midoriya began walking, however, he gave Kirishima a pointed look with a soft smirk, one that the redhead could easily decipher as 'I won't say anything.'

Kirishima's relief was shortlived though, because Midoriya's expression became cheeky, playful even. The green haired male gave a small chuckle, before patting Kirishima's shoulder, then giving it a gentle squeeze. The redhead's heart dropped at the competitive glint in Midoriya's eyes then, a look that he'd usually spared for Bakugo when the two were going head to head in something.

Kirishima knew what that look meant. Kirishima knew that there was now an invisible timer counting down, that Midoriya planned on proposing to Uraraka before Kirishima himself could propose to Katsuki. Midoriya's previous, reassuring expression might have said 'I won't say anything', but that wasn't the end of his silent message. This competitive look finished that sentence with a curt finality. 'I won't say anything...

...but now, it's Game On.'

#Krys writes #My Hero Academia #KiriBaku #IzuOcha #MiriTama #Eijirou Kirishima #Katsuki Bakugo #Izuku Midoriya #Ochako Uraraka #Mirio Togata #Tamaki Amajiki

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Walk Me Home - Ch 7

Summary: Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground.

Featuring: Teen Winchesters, high school romance, reunions, misunderstandings, high intensity emotional turmoil, Dean’s love of pie, Dean being adorable, Sam being adorable and maybe a bit nosy eventually, much group adorkable-ness, show-style investigation, mention of our favorite werewolf, gratuitous and obvious love of fall, DID I MENTION ROMANCE, fluff, smut, tension.

Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning

Word Count: 3667

Author’s Note: All my love to @mskathywriteswords , @fangirlxwritesx67, and @cracksinthewalls for so much of all the things. Thanks to everyone who read/reblogged/liked the first chapter. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do.

Keep in Mind: There are a lot of flashbacks. I tried to write current events in present tense and flashbacks in past tense. Here’s hoping I got everything right!

Please read/heed the warnings. 18+ ONLY.

In Case You Missed It: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Chapter 7

“A goddamned hex bag, Sam. I didn’t even see whoever it was. I was going to the bathroom, they tapped my shoulder and shoved it in my hand as I turned around. I was...it was…”

Kimber trails off, not ready to share what she saw while under the influence. She rubs circles on her temples, calming the dull throb that’s persisted ever since she woke up. Sam waits patiently for her to finish, giving her time to gather her thoughts.The motel room smells faintly of fries and coffee, and the shower hisses in the background as Kimber does her best to fill Sam in on her near-catastrophe.

She and Dean had come straight back to the room after finding their way off the roof. Kimber headed right for the bathroom, cranking the shower up as hot as it would go to try and scrub some of the experience off, and Dean took the opportunity to check in with his brother.

When Kimber emerged, feeling only slightly less violated but a little steadier on her feet, Dean ended his call with Sam with a stipulation that Sam let him know the second he found out anything at all helpful. Dean and Kimber had exchanged quick glances then before looking longingly at the bed.

“Nap?” Kimber asked hopefully. Dean didn’t bother answering verbally. He shucked his boots, flopped on the bed, and opened his arms in invitation. She joined him, and the two of them slept for nearly four hours until Sam knocked on the door with food and a disappointingly short report on his own morning’s work.

Now Kimber is doing her best to bring him up to speed on their side, but for some reason, she keeps stopping short of telling him what her hallucination consisted of. She trusts Sam as she trusts his brother, but this is something she needs to talk to Dean about first. Preferably alone.

“I had very little control and was completely unaware of my actual surroundings. These are the most realistic hallucinations I’ve heard of from a hex bag. I’d say nearly on level with a djinn. This guy is good, Sam. And we’re not any closer.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sam counters, drumming his fingers on the table top. He leans forward, resting his forearm on the smooth surface. “We know Helen definitely didn’t fall. We know there weren’t any hex bags left at the scenes, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any involved.”

He pauses to take a swig of water from his bottle, deliberating.

“We know he’s sneaky, know he can blend into a crowd without standing out. He may very well have been at some of your defense classes before but made an effort to not be noticed. We need to talk to your instructor, maybe some of the people in your class, see if anyone knows anything about him at all.”

“The class is in the campus rec center. I know the instructor’s name, but not her contact info. Class is tomorrow night, but we may be able to find her at the rec center before then.”

“Not ‘we.’ You’re staying here,” Dean says as he exits the bathroom. “After this morning, you’re staying right here until we end this son of a bitch.”

Kimber’s temper flares at his commanding tone, and she bites back an acidic retort. She trusted Dean’s instincts all those years ago, and they most likely saved her life. Even in her hallucinogenic haze, she heard him and tried to listen. And she trusts him now, too.

But she’s tired and beyond stressed, and while she knows the day hasn’t treated Dean any better, he doesn’t have to be a dick.

“We’re not seventeen anymore, Dean. I’m not a naive little girl who needs to be bundled out of the way, and I sure as hell don’t take orders from you. Don’t think for one second that I’m staying out of this investigation. This is my life, and I’m in charge of it. Not you.”

Dean’s face darkens, the tendons in his neck flexing alarmingly as he opens his mouth to retort, but Sam cuts in before Dean gets a chance.

“Kimber,” Sam offers, ignoring when Dean’s glare shifts in his direction, “You know Dean is just worried about you. What if I go to the rec center, ask around. You could call ahead, explain why I’m coming, and then your instructor might be more willing to talk to me. Whoever the witch is, they’re probably expecting you to go to class at some point. It really would be safer if you stayed here.”

She grudgingly concedes that Sam’s plan is solid, a lot safer than her gallivanting around campus as if a psychopathic witch isn’t trying to kill her. She forces her brain to accept reason, expelling as much of her ire as she can with her next couple of breaths.

Sam stands, pushing back his chair and beginning to bag up the trash from their late lunch. Dean reaches for his jacket, but Sam puts out a hand, holding Dean’s eyes and shaking his head. Kimber doesn’t miss the muscle jumping just above Dean’s jaw or the way his expression softens fractionally when Sam’s eyes flick her way.

“Dean, maybe you should stay here, just in case. The witch probably doesn’t know where Kimber is, but we really can’t take that chance. She’ll be safer with you.”

Subtle, Sam, she thinks, sighing internally. Real subtle.

To her surprise, however, Dean doesn’t argue. He grips the back of the cheap chair so hard that it squeaks in protest. His head dips down for a long pause, jaw and fingers flexing. When he resurfaces, his anger isn’t gone, but he is visibly more in control.

“You go, Sam. Kimber and I will regroup, see if she can remember anything else. I think we’re both pretty wiped from this morning, even after passing out. Is that okay?”

Though the question is directed at Sam, his eyes move to Kimber, including her. She nods as Sam finishes gathering their take-out containers, offering Dean a conciliatory smile. The relief on Dean’s face dissolves what’s left of her irritation.

The sky outside is nearly dark when Sam leaves. Dean and Kimber sit on the two beds, facing each other in silence. They study each other for a long time, staring unashamedly as they search out reminders of the kids they once were, relics of the past that are now mixed with the scars their separate lives have carved with time and experience.

She can feel his gaze on her, heavy at first, and then as searching and tender as a lover’s caress. She wonders if he likes what he sees as much as he did twenty-four years ago. She hasn’t changed much, in her opinion, but, then, she’s not exactly an objective observer. Some lines, a little sag, some silver (which she actually likes). But all the main features are still there.

Kimber is the first to move. She slides to the side, tilting her head to indicate the empty spot next to her. Dean frowns, seemingly determined to keep his distance, and she shoots him a look of such utter exasperation that he actually cracks a smile for a second before he’s able to stop himself.

“Fine,” he growls. He shoves up from his own bed, dropping down next to her with enough force to tip her off balance and send her tumbling into his side, where he is ready to catch her, as always.

A shudder runs through her at that realization.

“You...you got me,” she whispers. In her mind, she’s at the edge of the rooftop again, her heels on solid ground, nothing at all beneath her toes. “You…”

“Me,” he says, his tone heavy, weighed down with everything he isn’t saying aloud. “I got you.”

Flashes of terror, disorientation, fury boil through her so fast they steal her breath and her balance, and she grasps at the lifeline his shirt presents. Her fingers clench into the soft material. Her gut burns with bitter shame, and she’s blinded by a sudden onrush of hot, angry tears.

Violated. That’s it. She feels violated, absolutely powerless against this unknown assailant. All these years of preparing herself, staying vigilant and alert, and yet it all came to absolutely nothing, in the end.

She shoves the heels of her hands against her eyes. How dare someone intrude upon her well-ordered life, bringing nothing but terror and violence? The tears flow faster, harder, the rage burning down to a fine point, honed and hard.

“I may be his target, for whatever messed up reason,” she hisses, “but I will not be his fucking victim.”

“Damn straight,” Dean agrees, his arm tightening around her back. He doesn’t offer any useless platitudes or promises he might not be able to keep. He simply agrees with every curse she spews out, holds her tighter when the scalding tears soak into his shirt, and unapologetically augments her wild declarations of revenge with his own suggestions of violence.

Kimber knows they (probably) won’t act on any of it beyond what’s necessary, but it’s nice to share in a violent verbal tirade with someone who gets what she’s going through.

“Thanks,” she finally says as she straightens up, having finally blown through her considerable cache of vitriol. He chuckles, looking down at his hands and rubbing them slowly together.

“I’ll plot revenge with you anytime, sweetheart. Gotta keep on your good side; I’d be an idiot to piss you off after finding out you’re capable of all that. That was, uh...creative.”

She bumps her shoulder against his, still feeling very raw and open but a lot more settled.

“Kimber,” he starts, deliberately avoiding her gaze. “What...what did you see? I get it if you can’t talk about it, but you were so zoned out when I chased you down. You were saying my name, but I got the feeling it wasn’t me me you were talkin’ to.”

When she falters, Dean puts his hand on his knee, palm up in a silent offer of support. When she takes his hand, the strength and warmth of his grip soaks into her, and she bolsters herself.

Her brain shivers with revulsion, balking at the prospect of digging back through the earlier episode. She’s scared, so scared to go back to that place, even verbally, but she perseveres, pushing herself to get the words out.

Because even if she can’t pull herself out this time, she’s going in knowing Dean is there, anchoring her to reality.

“I got you.”

I know, she thinks. Instead of affirming aloud, she simply starts talking.

“It started off like that one walk we went on, the trail with all the falling leaves.”

“I remember that day,” Dean says, studying their entwined fingers. “Your mom made that pumpkin pie for dessert. That was a good...that was one of the best days.”

“I think that’s why my mind went there. There’s no way to know for sure what spell he used on the hex bag, but it took me to that afternoon, sort of. You were ahead of me, and I kept trying to catch up, but I couldn’t. And the leaves kept falling in my face; there were so many more than the actual day, and I kept having to knock them away just to be able to see. It was hard to walk, to think.”

Dean squeezes gently, waiting for her to continue. She licks her dry lips, her face pinching in, but she pushes on, knowing she has to draw out the poison.

“I could hear you calling from behind us. I know that now, but I didn’t then. You, the real you, would break through every now and then. But I couldn’t stop following him. He led me to a house, a just-married couple. It was you and me, not us from then or from now, even. We were maybe in our early twenties? The house was a lot like my parents’. The pair of them, us, were so happy, so...together. And he said...the teenage you said…”

“What did I say?” Dean prompts, his voice soft and measured.

“You told me it was your dream, that we could still have it, if I wanted. And I knew it wasn’t real, there were too many little parts that were wrong, that reminded me it wasn’t true. I knew we’d lost our chance all those years ago, but Dean...I wanted it. I wanted you, I wanted that life, and it seemed so easy to just give in. Take his hand, take that step, get our happily ever after. I wanted-”

She breaks off, the thought too big and too deep for her to vocalize. The past twenty-four hours catches up with her all at once: the anxiety and stress of her supernatural stalker, Dean’s unexpected arrival and the return of all her residual feelings for him, the shock of realizing she’d been wrong all this time about him forgetting her, the terror of finding herself literally on the edge…

She still cares for Dean, the feelings deep and aching, no matter how hard she shoved them into a metaphorical box and locked them away. She still has no idea why he never got in contact again, but at this particular moment in time, she no longer cares.

I wanted to give you your dream after all, she thinks, and in the end I couldn’t even do that.

“Kimber, look at me.” His words grind out, ragged and thick. He turns towards her, his free hand moving to hold her face so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Don’t you dare feel sorry. You saved your life. Yeah, I caught you,” he says, his eyebrows lowering warningly as she starts to interrupt. “Yeah, I got the hex bag out of your hand, but you knew what you were seeing was wrong. You felt it, you knew that wasn’t me, and you pulled yourself out. You fell away from the edge of the roof, not towards it. You did that. I just caught you, that’s all.”

He holds her gaze, and they sit frozen, mere inches between them. His eyes are ablaze, relentless in their determination to burn Kimber down to her base elements. She is speechless, without air or thought to offer another single word.

But he waits, adamant, letting her make whatever final decision she feels is right, or at the very least, right for now. It seems he’s always waited for her to decide, and she owes it to both of them to end their shared misery.

She drops her gaze, loosening her hand from his. Her eyes rise with her fingers, and she places the barest tips against his jaw, wordlessly asking permission. In response, Dean lowers his arms, his hands moving to brush her hips as he presses into her touch. His eyes close, his face awash with elation almost to the point of pain.

She traces the fine lines surrounding the corners of his eyes, just as she wanted to do this morning. Her fingertips smooth the creases between his eyes, gliding over his furrowed eyebrows until he finally relents and lifts them. She presses the heel of one hand over the worry lines ingrained in his forehead before running her thumbs under the silky, delicate skin beneath his eyes, stained dark and bruised from years of sleepless nights.

She finally allows herself the indulgence of mapping first his lower lip, then the upper, the pads of her fingers tingling. But the feel of him, the soft warmth, the scratchy stubble, the silk plush of his mouth, is too much and not enough for her overwhelmed senses. She needs more, needs him closer.

His breath catches, fingers contracting, when she pulls his head down to place a kiss on first one temple, then the other. Another press of her lips just above the bridge of his nose, then one for each of his eyelids. A kiss for the tip of his nose, for each cheekbone, then each corner of his mouth.

“Please.” She feels the movement of his lips, his plea so soft as to be inaudible. His hands are tense on her waist, just shy of painful.

The knowledge that he wants her as much now as he did so long ago, even just the knowledge that he wants her, is heady and powerful. Lightheaded, giddy, she brushes feathering, teasing kisses across his lower lip, his upper lip, before claiming his entire mouth.

His reaction is so quick she doesn’t even realize she’s in his lap until he’s shoving back to get more purchase on the bed. His hands slide down from her waist, pulling her back with him. She shifts until her legs are on either side of his hips, settling more firmly as she deepens the kiss.

Dean tugs, pulling her shirt loose from her waistband, and skates calloused palms over her flushed skin. She arches reflexively, and his lips trail down her chin, ghosting over her throat. She returns to him as fast as her position allows, desperate to touch, to taste, to drink him in. Four seconds away from Dean’s mouth is too long, nevermind twenty-four years.

She is raw and aching from the weeks of worry and frustration, off-balance from her close brush with the void, and every movement sends her senses reeling. His strong, denim-clad thighs scrubbing through the thin fabric of her slacks. His day-old stubble abrading the taut column of her throat. The silk of his lips caressing her own, the sinful slide of his tongue.

She loses track of who removes whose clothing, but they are bare and joined in what feels like a heartbeat. Dean pulls her back into his lap, her hips firmly in his grip, and she stills against the intensity of his gaze. He throbs, hard and hot against her belly, and a tremor of need shivers down her spine.

He holds her eyes, one hand dragging down from her waist with torturous languor. Her flesh burns in the wake of his touch, muscles trembling in reaction. A breath jerks simultaneously from both of them when his fingers find their goal, and she nearly comes apart on him right there.

“Does this work for you?” he asks. His breathing is shallow, almost panting with the effort of restraint, and his eyes have taken on a glassy quality, but still he asks. And waits.

“Always.”

His eyes close at the first touch of her tight, wet heat, his lips parted as his eyebrows draw down, and she can’t decide if she prefers the feel of his fingers on her or the sight of him more. Then he moves his hand, curling his fingers inward, and she makes up her mind real damn quick.

“Please.” The whisper comes from one of them, but neither knows nor cares who. Dean’s fingers plunge, retreat, repeat until she’s riding his hand, oblivious to the obscene sounds coming from her mouth as well as where they’re joined.

Her hands drag up from where she’s been digging into his shoulders, anchoring firmly into his hair. She pulls his face back to hers, seeking his kiss even as his fingers press again and again. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, matching the curling rhythm of his fingers, and she’s so close she can almost taste her completion.

She’s so close, she just needs…

“Dean, please, I need-”

His free hand slides up her back to grip her shoulder from behind, and his cheek brushes against hers. His lips ghost over her earlobe, his breath hot against her neck.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls, and that’s all she needs to hear. She buries her face in his neck, her breath coming in fits and stops as he murmurs broken bits of praise. Her hands slip from his face, arms draping around his neck as her limbs go loose and weak. She loses track of time, riding the last diminishing shocks his fingers stroke from her.

“Kimber, I...god, that was...I need you, are you ready?”

“I’ve never been ready for you,” she breathes as she rises up on trembling knees, “but I am so damned tired of waiting.”

Dean’s eyes seem to cross for a moment, and he grips her like he’s afraid she’ll float away. A low, guttural sound works its way from his chest, the tendons in his neck stranding out tight and thick against his flushed skin.

“Waited...so long…”

She leans in, her forehead sliding against his, and they move blindly, bound together and barreling towards completion with reckless abandon. His nails scrape against her shoulder blades, his teeth rasping down the crook of her neck. The sound he makes when she tangles her fingers into his hair, grips and pulls, makes something vital clench deep inside of her, and she moans his name shamelessly with every erratic roll of her hips.

Dean stiffens in her arms suddenly, cursing, his teeth bared. She rides him still, and he guides her hips with rough encouragement, their staccato breaths echoing through the still room. He claims her mouth just as she comes, and her cry is muffled against his desperate kiss.

She knows effort is involved in getting them into an actual horizontal position and under the blanket, but to Kimber it feels like she simply melts into bed with Dean. Just as the night before, she molds perfectly against his side, her head rising and falling with each of Dean’s breaths. He strokes her cheek with one hand, his other arm solid and strong around her back.

They drowse, fingers wandering aimlessly under the covers, occasionally stretching up or leaning down to meet for a kiss. Kimber drifts with Dean, sated and content to her soul.

Just before she slips under completely, she hears him mutter, “Can’t believe we waited a quarter of a damned century to do that. Fuck was I thinkin’.”

Sleep claims Kimber with a smile on her lips.

…

Chapter 8

#apparently I forgot to do tags the first time around #woops #um #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #teen dean #teen winchesters #original character #original female character #let's face it #if you got here through tags it's a miracle anyway #fuck it #i'm ready for bed #g'night

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euphoricdumpsterfire · 4 years

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To the Moon and Back (Peter Parker x Stark OC) Chapter 2

Master list

Warnings: Mild Profanity

A/N: Hey guys sorry if I kinda updated late, and for the next few days I’ll be extremely busy being a student poll worker for the elections so Chapter 3 might come out hopefully by next Friday, but do watch out for a link to a playlist that I specifically made for this fanfic! Anyways, have a great day <3

Word Count: 2216

Summary: Nixie meets Peter Parker and makes friends with him. Moonflower goes on a patrol around Queens and finally meets Spiderman in person.

Nixie had stayed up all night researching whatever she could find about Spiderman and the only things that she saw were videos of him on Youtube just swinging around the city and saving lives. There wasn’t anything else particularly interesting about him besides the fact that he can shoot webs, Nixie thought, although she was still curious as to why she’s been seeing visions of this specific hero.

Nixie stared at her screen intently watching the same video of Spiderman over and over again, analyzing every single detail of the video. Then her door creaked, it was Natasha. “Rise and shine early-” Nixie turned her head to look at Natasha, “And you’re already awake!” She exclaimed as she entered the room.

“Actually, I’ve been up all night.” Nixie answered,

“Well that explains the dark circles…” Natasha replied as she looked at the computer monitor, “Have you been watching Spiderman this whole time?” She asked and Nixie nodded.

“Seems like you already have a thing for him.” A smirk formed on Natasha’s face

“What? NO!” Nixie retorted, “I was just simply researching… I was hoping I could find some more info on him, but all I could find are these youtube videos.” She added.

“Well, you’ll find more info if you start getting ready. It’s a long trip from here to Queens.” Natasha said as she walked towards the door and waited for Nixie to get up.

“Ugh, I better be an Avenger by the end of this…” Nixie muttered as she got up and started to get ready for the day.

Once she was all dressed up, she headed straight to the kitchen and prepared her coffee in her travel mug. “Morning Moonie.” Tony would only refer to his daughter Moonie when he’s terribly concerned, “I heard you stayed up all night…” Nixie looked up at her father with a tired stare.

“I did.” She answered,

“Look, when I said I wanted you to find out who Spiderman is, I didn’t mean that you go out of your way and stay up all night looking him up.” He replied,

She wanted to tell him about the visions but something inside of her is telling that it wasn’t the right time, “I know, but... It’s just that... I don’t know. I can’t really think, the lack of sleep is getting to me.” Nixie yawned as she poured a bit of milk into her coffee.

Tony looked at his daughter with deep concern as her face was pale, making her dark circles even more prominent. “God, you look like you came out of a Tim Burton movie.” Nixie rolled her eyes at her dad’s snarky statement.

***

Meanwhile in an apartment somewhere in Queens, a young Peter Parker had just finished getting ready for school. He tied his shoelaces, grabbed his backpack, and made his way to the door, “Hey hey, wait!” his aunt May scurried to the door and handed him his lunch bag,

“Thanks May.” Peter said with a smile,

“Remember, after band practice, go straight home got it?” May said with one eyebrow raised, Peter nodded and waved goodbye.

He walked to the subway station which was extremely packed. He stood next to a guy whose armpit hair reeked of rotten vinegar which Peter had to endure for the rest of his trip. Once he got to his stop, he breathed heavily before he could start walking to the campus.

The campus was surrounded by huge trees and a few bushes here and there. Peter walked through the courtyard as he listened to music, he kept walking and didn’t even realize that he was about to bump into someone. Once it had already happened, he finally snapped out of reality. He bumped into a girl who was holding a few books and a travel mug, the coffee spilled everywhere and mostly on the tree that she was standing next to.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Peter thought the girl was talking directly to him but his eyes were fixed on the fallen textbooks and did not notice that she was actually talking to the tree.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Peter asked as he picked up her books and the girl turned around to look at him.

“Uh... Right, uhm yeah I’m good...” She awkwardly answered,

“It was my bad I wasn’t looking...” Once Peter got up, he finally got a good look at the girl, he tilted his head realizing that he had never seen her before.

“Well, I didn’t get a stain on my clothes so it’s all fine.” She answered,

“I don’t think I’ve met you before...” Peter said as he handed the girl’s textbooks.

“That’s cuz I’m new,” the girl chuckled, “I’m Nixie.” the name sounded so familiar but Peter could not point his finger at it until after a minute of registering it. His jaw dropped in astonishment.

“You’re-” Before he could even actually say a full sentence, Nixie nodded.

“Yup. I’m Stark’s kid.” She replied.

“But I thought you went to Knox?” Peter asked,

“Wait, people knew which school I go to?!” Nixie exclaimed,

“Well yeah... You’re dad’s famous, that makes you famous.” Peter replied and just when Nixie was about to open her mouth, the school bell rang.

“What class do you have?” Peter asked and Nixie showed a piece of paper showing her class schedule.

“We both have the same classes together, I’ll just walk with you to show you around if that’s fine with you.” Peter said and Nixie smiled,

“Great, thanks!” She replied.

Eventually, they were joined by Peter’s friend Ned who was a bit more outspoken and had expressed his love for computer games. All three of them had the same classes and Nixie was lucky enough to sit next to them in almost all of their classes except for Art, where she sat next to a girl named MJ and Liz.

Because of her world famous father, everyone couldn’t help but look at her and start whispering which made her feel uncomfortable and awkward, but thanks to Peter and Ned she the discomfort and awkwardness faded away as she felt welcomed and appreciated by her two new friends.

When it was lunch time, Peter, Ned, and Nixie sat down and ate their lunch. Nixie couldn’t help but notice that MJ was sitting one table away from them. “Shouldn’t we... Like invite her over here?” Nixie asked the two guys who sat across from her.

“Nah, she always sits there by herself.” Ned answered,

“Yeah but-”

“I’m just a table away, I can hear you guys loud and clear.” MJ said, she then turned her eyes to Nixie, “And I’m fine sitting here, thanks.” MJ went back to reading her book again.

“See?!” Ned whispered loudly

“So Nixie, how does it feel like being around the Avengers?” Peter asked,

“Well... Steve’s like an old grandpa but you can definitely count on him for some good old timey music, Natasha’s like an aunt to me and she’s extremely cool, then there’s the new people, Wanda and Vision. I haven’t really talked to them but that’s mostly because Vision creeps me out.” Nixie answered,

“Whoa... It must be chaotic when they have missions...” Ned said

“Trust me, it is...” Nixie replied, and then it was time to finally ask the million dollar question, “So, what do you guys know about the spiderman dude?” she noticed that Peter dropped his fork and froze right after the question, but Ned shrugged.

“No one really knows his identity, but I do know he’s pretty cool.” Ned continued, “Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing… I just thought he’s really cool, Moonflower’s better though.” Nixie said as her eyes were fixated on Peter’s reactions to the discussion of Spiderman, he remained frozen, as if he was guilty of something.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen some of her videos on youtube too. She’s pretty cool.” Peter finally spoke.

“Is she part of the Avengers? I can’t remember…” Ned replied,

“Nah, she’s just roaming around Manhattan, basically like Spiderman.” Nixie answered.

“How’d you know that? Have you seen her before?” Peter raised an eyebrow at Nixie,but she couldn’t answer. Thankfully, she was saved by the bell and they all went to their classes.

A week has passed and Nixie still doesn’t have information on Spiderman, but she suspects that her friend Peter might know who he is. So one day after school she runs after Peter. “Hey Pete!” Peter was startled by Nixie that he was ready to throw a punch, “Whoa there… If I were you I’d think twice about that.” Nixie said while her hands were raised as if she was ready to block him.

“Sorry, I thought you were a thief…” Peter replied as he scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

“It’s all good, I was just wondering if you could help me with my literature assignment. I’ve been struggling with some parts and I could really use that brain of yours.” Nixie asked expecting he would say something like,

“You know what… I would if I could, but I-I have plans…” Peter stuttered,

“Oh, so where you off to?” Nixie asked,

“Just some part-time job at a… Deli! Yeah, I just got a part-time job at a dei.” Nixie immediately knew that Peter was lying but she went along with it.

“Oh that’s totally fine, I’ll probably just ask MJ. I’ll see you around!” Nixie waved goodbye,

“Yeah, see ya!” Peter waved back. Once Nixie turned and left, he let out a sigh of relief immediately ran to the subway station to finally start his evening patrol.

***

“Are you sure about this?” Happy looked at Nixie wearing her usual suit who planned to go around Queens as Moonflower in hopes of finding Spiderman and hoping that whoever she’s suspecting is indeed the masked hero.

“How else am I gonna get information on him? And besides, it’s good publicity!” Nixie teased and Happy rolled his eyes.

“Fine, and if you don’t come back to the car by 10 pm, I WILL LEAVE.” Happy emphasized the last three words and Nixie just nodded as she put on her mask.

“Alright, see ya later.” Nixie winked and stretched her arms out, thick vines grew on the brick wall that she was facing and climbed onto it to get to the top. She walked around hoping to get a sight of Spiderman but there was nothing. She moved from building to building, until she saw a woman who stood closely next to a man with a ski mask. The man had a gun pointing at the woman’s head waiting for her to open up her bag, and all of a sudden, a string of web sprouted out of nowhere leaving the man unarmed. It was Nixie’s chance, she immediately used her vine and slid down to the bottom of the building and hid in the shadows.

“Who’s there?” The man yelled as he pulled out a back-up knife and pointed it towards the woman’s neck. “Give me back my gun or she dies!” The man yelled. Then, the person that Nixie’s been waiting for stepped out, Spiderman shot out another web taking the knife from the man and threw a punch at him. The man laid unconscious on the ground and Spiderman stood in front of him with his hands on his hips.

“Not so scary now are ya?” Spiderman scoffed. It was Nixie’s first time hearing his voice and it sounded really familiar to her, but figuring out who he was wasn’t the priority right now as she saw a group of men whom she assumed was with the other guy were cracking up their knuckles and were ready to ambush Spiderman who was completely clueless.

It was finally her moment, Nixie touched the ground and vines with sharp thorns started growing out and wrapped around the legs of the men, one was close enough to throw a punch but before they could even do it, Nixie yelled, “YO SPIDERMAN WATCH OUT!” Spiderman immediately swerved making the other man fall to the ground. It wasn’t long until the other men got rid of the vines so Nixie threw small grenades that would release a pungent odor similar to the corpse flower once thrown at the target and would immediately make them lose consciousness. It released green smoke and once the scent hit their noses, the men dropped to the ground like dead flies.

Spiderman was already busy making sure the woman went home safely as Nixie tied all of them together with her vine rope. “So… Moonflower eh?” She turned around to see Spiderman.

“Glad we could finally meet, Spiderman.” She replied.

“I must say, those stink bombs are pretty impressive.” Spiderman said as he crossed his arms against his chest.

“I know right?! They’re pretty sick!”, “The cops are on their way to pick these losers up.” She had a huge smile that seemed familiar to Spiderman. “But I must say Peter, those web shooters are far more impressive than my stink bombs.” She added.

“Well, I mean they did take much work but I don’t think…” Spiderman paused and looked at Moonflower who had a smirk on her face. “Did you just call me…”

“That’s right, Peter Parker.”

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kirishwima · 4 years

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For scenarios... could I request rfa accidentally meeting MC before the party? no drama like "there's a bomb so I gotta run to your place" they just accidentally meet somewhere and MC recognises them from the pictures in the chatrooms and goes to greet them. Rika's apartment can't be far away from where the others live so it should be impossible. (if you can find a way to squeeze in V that's okay but you don't have to)

i really liked this idea! hope i executed it well ^^

YOOSUNG:

MC and he were actually studying at the same university, but different subjects!

They had a common elective course of modern history though, one that Yoosung’s friends convinced him to take with them since they could share notes, and MC simply had an interest in it, and well, needed the extra credits

Neither of them really noticed each other at first-it’s a big classroom and it’s in the afternoons, so oftentimes Yoosung just skipped lmao

Once though Yoosung’s friends couldn’t make it to the class so he offered to go and take notes for the day, and rushed into the class a little late, so he took the first seat available-right next to MC

He struggled to both write and listen to the professor at the same time, and eventually he got a little behind with his notes. MC noticed his cute frustrated face and shared their notes with him, tapping him on the shoulder as they quietly pushed their papers to him

Yoosung’s happy face was stuck in MC’s mind-he wore his feelings on his sleeve and it was so refreshing to see someone this innocent at this day and age.

They became fast friends afterwards-exchanging facebook accounts and talking via messenger often, sometimes about the class, sometimes about anything and everything else

They even had study sessions to help each other study!

Near the end of the semester, and right when this extra class ended, is when MC stumbled upon the RFA messenger-and one look at Yoosung’s name along with his shooting star emoji got them excited to realise there’s a familiar face amongst this strangeness

The rest of the members found their friendship cute, and Zen constantly tried to play match-maker for the two, telling Yoosung that ‘he should’ve told the RFA he has such a cute girlfriend’ lmao

(*cue Yoosung flushing redder than Seven’s hair*)

ZEN:

No, contrary to what you might think, MC wasn’t his fan-they did however hear about Zen through friends interested in musicals, and agreed he was handsome

No, instead, they met him whilst helping out a friend who was working backstage at one of Zen’s shows-they needed help finishing up painting of some background sets, and MC offered to help them in their free time, and as a return their friend offered MC tickets to the show

Zen met MC whilst rehearsing-he knew MC’s friend and went over to say hi, and met MC, who he of course instantly tried to flirt with, even though he was half-kidding about it

Well, flirtatious nature aside, the two really hit it off, and became good friends-not that they were super close or anything, but Zen would stop and chat with MC after rehearsals, and he invited MC out along with the rest of the crew after the first successful run of the show

He didn’t exchange any social media accounts with MC, because quite frankly, he doesn’t have any lmao, and MC’s phone was broken so they couldn’t give him their number either

Zen insisted that if they leave it up to fate, they’ll meet again, and well-he was right

Lo and behold, MC joined the RFA, and whose face is the first they see in an oh-so-modest selfie?

Yup, Zen the Knight it is

His first words when he realised who MC was were ’See? I told you fate would find a way!’

Sure Zen,,,sure lol

JUMIN:

MC actually scored an interview as Jumin’s executive secretary!

They were so thrilled about it, and did their best to calm their nerves before the interview, knowing that being jittery and anxious would lead them nowhere

Well, they were more than shocked at Jumin’s cold behaviour, but they did their best to match his pace, answering each of his questions without missing a beat, mentioning their credentials without bragging about them

Honestly, Jumin was very pleased-he saw a perfect candidate across him, albeit a little inexperienced due to age, but that didn’t really matter to him-with a little training they’d be perfect for the job

Well, eventually though a better candidate came along, so MC was left with the rejection e-mail in their inbox, disappointed but ready to move on

They had all but forgotten about Jumin Han until stumbling onto the RFA and meeting him again, confused and surprised at the difference of his character in the chatrooms

They didn’t mention the interview at all, but Jumin has the memory of an elephant-one look at MC’s name reminded him of how he met them, and he reassured them that they were incredibly good at the interview and left an impression on him

It takes some getting used to his different attitude, but it’s refreshing to see a man they thought of as cold and calculated be a complete cat-loving goof-and it’s honestly one of the things that makes MC fall for Jumin

And vice-versa, Jumin remembers MC’s serious confident attitude at the interview, and is pleasantly surprised to learn what a gentle, kind person they are in the messenger

When they meet Jaehee though….boy are they glad they didn’t get the job lmao

*pat pat* it’s okay Jaehee…hang in there baby

JAEHEE:

MC was working part-time as a barista at a coffee shop near C&R!

It was a small independent shop, hidden in-between bigger franchises, but their coffee was great, and if there’s one person that loves good coffee, well, it’s Jaehee

The first time she visited the shop she was at a loss of what to order, the possibilities endless with all these brews of coffee they offered, and MC found Jahee’s flustered face adorable

They chatted her up to see what kind of flavours she likes and dislikes, and ended up making her a delicious cold brew with vanilla cream-just sweet enough to give her that sugar rush she needed, but not enough to hide the flavour of the coffee itself

Well, Jaehee was more than thrilled both at the taste, and at the cute cashier *wink wonk*, so she quickly became a regular at the shop

Yes this is your good ol’ cliche coffee AU DON’T JUDGE ME

She’d always stop for a cup of coffee before work, and would secretly be happy on the days she ended up meeting MC during their shift-she’d try and visit during her breaks too, when time would allow it, and would sit and sometimes chat with MC when the cafe wasn’t too busy

MC eventually learnt some stuff about Jaehee, that she works as a secretary to some annoying cat-loving rich dude (lmao sorry Jumin), that she loves coffee, and that her dream is to eventually open her own cafe, if circumstances allow it

One day, Jaehee went to the shop, knowing that MC had a shift at that time, but they were nowhere to be found-their co-workers said MC called in that they can’t make it today because something urgent came up, so Jahee nodded along, wondering if MC was okay

….well, she didn’t have to worry for too long, as not soon after she got her coffee and headed back to the office, a familiar name popped up on the RFA chatroom

Yup, this is a coffee shop au alright-just with some hacker and cat-loving twists lol

SEVEN:

You can never convince me that this boy is not an active reddit user, and you most definitely can Not convince me he isn’t in any and all paranormal and horror forums either

So he’s scrolling around on reddit one day, posting memes and trolling people, when he stumbles upon a really interesting thread someone made about the origins of mothman and possible sightings outside the USA

He’s hooked and spends a lot of time reading through the thread, intrigued by the sophisticated way the OP wrote their points and how well-thought of their evidences were

He started commenting on the thread and talking with the OP, who he soon became online friends with-he loved to chat with them about spooky stuff, cryptids, conspiracy theories and so forth

He didn’t talk much about himself, and would sometimes even make up some lies because he didn’t want to seem like a creep that won’t even share his name, but he couldn’t give out his info that easily; he did however tell them his code name, 707

Eventually they started talking outside of reddit too, through facebook messenger (i mean…we already know this dude has a facebook account and posts his cars there lmao), and is thrilled to find out more about his new online friend, MC, and to even find out they live far closer than he thought!

Well, he gets used to talking with MC almost everyday, and it’s actually one of the few highlights of his day-he’s never really had someone care for him the way this person, someone he hasn’t actually ever met in real life does. He wonders if they’d change their mind about him if they ever met him in real life, but shakes the thoughts away-it’s not as if this could ever develop into something more than an online friendship anyway

Well…or so you thought, Seven lol

When a stranger comes barging into the RFA messenger, he’s instantly tracing their steps and finding out all their internet activities, and lo and behold-whose facebook account is this that he ended up finding? Why, it’s none other than MC!

The moment Seven found out, he got suspicious; was MC just pretending to be online friends with him to hack into the RFA? Were they stealing information without him knowing?

It hurt to have to think this way, but how else could they be linked?

When he slowly found out MC was actually innocent, he was more than relieved-he secretly happy that he could now chat with them both online and on the RFA app, that he could share parts of himself with MC that he couldn’t before

to say he fell for them is the understatement of the century lmao

V/JIHYUN:

When he first started with photography, he took some classes at a local university to learn more about professional photography, photoshop e.t.c

And MC happened to be taking the same classes as him!

They often sat next to each other, not talking at first, but then their professors would sometimes ask them to pair up to work on assignments, and MC ended up paring up with Jihyun more than once

They became fast friends-Jihyun was a little distant, but always friendly in a cold, aloof way, and always polite, and he found MC to be so warm and gentle, he was naturally drawn to them

He did feel attracted to them, but never made a move-he was still struggling with so many things himself, he didn’t want to drag anyone else into his mess. He just wanted to focus on photography and that’s that

So whilst they talked a lot during university, as soon as they graduated, V drifted away, and when he even changed his phone number all communication was lost between the two

Well, time went on, and MC slowly began to forgot about the mint-coloured man they met, until they stumbled into the RFA chatroom

They didn’t realise it was Jihyun at first-he did change his name after all, and everyone in the char referred to him as V, but the way he texted was very familiar, even though MC couldn’t quite understand why

When he finally introduced himself, they were stunned. They didn’t want to ask him if he remembers them though-it’d be too embarrassing if he said he didn’t

But of course V did remember them-the moment Seven told him their name after his background check, all the memories came flooding back, opening up a Pandora’s box in his chest where he locked all those feelings away

Even if they’re back within arms’ reach, and even if they seem interested in him though…it’s useless. He��s far beyond repair, and if he didn’t want to drag MC into his mess then, he most certainly doesn’t want to drag them into it now

So he becomes distant again, more so than ever before but MC isn’t having it-they call him out on his bullshit, and tell him to square up and be honest otherwise they’re leaving

So V reluctantly admits to it all-to remembering MC, to his feelings towards them, and to his own cowardliness back then, and how it’s now too late to change anything; even if he wants to. God, he wants to.

hi I’m soph and i love to torture my favs lol

-send me a mystic messenger scenario/prompt for character reactions!-

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Speechless

Yeah, this was inspired by Jasmine’s song in the movie Aladdin. I just thought this is a fitting song for Marinette if she ever decided to hell with the high road. I also thought it made a good reference to Silencer. There isn’t much romance here but since Luka is supposed to be Aladdin, I’ll tag this with a Lukanette.

Jasmine: Marinette

Jafar: Lila

Sultan: Adrien

Aladdin: Luka

Hakim: Juleka

As Lila prepares for another joint shoot with Adrien, she stumbles across a lost jewelled bracelet. However she can’t reach it.

Shrugging, she instead asks for help from a passerby, but when she returns, the bracelet is gone. Lila is unhappy but continues on her way to the shoot.

Near the shoot, Kitty Section and Marinette had come to perform for the public.

Luka arrives and gives Marinette the jewelled bracelet. She is happy and flattered by the gift.

Lila and Adrien visit on their break.

Lila spots the bracelet and claims Marinette stole the bracelet from her bag earlier that day. However, Luka protests that he found the bracelet and gave it to her. He immediately dislikes Lila and says she is a liar because her story doesn’t match the location of where he found the bracelet.

Luka is immediately led away for causing the disruption. Lila snatches the bracelet off Marinette’s wrist, scratching her in the protest, which angers Luka even more. Adrien wants to protest but Lila reminds him that he has to be friends or she will ruin Marinette. Kitty Section want to protest but Nathalie threatens to kick their whole band out next which will ruin their chances to perform.

Marinette then goes off on Lila. This time Nathalie sends her away, with Adrien and Lila protesting. Lila makes a good show, I’ll give her that, but she gave up way too easily and told Adrien to stop.

Luka gets akumatized into Silencer again.

As Marinette is led off, she gives up on waiting for help, even from Adrien who has given up in face of Nathalie’s reprimand. She finally jerks free and pleads for Kitty Section to stand up for their Friend and fellow band member.

Juleka is the first and she turns against Lila, telling her off for immediately accusing Luka and Marinette. The rest of Kitty Section join in. Adrien smiles at Lila’s new problem.

Before Lila can defend or cook up a new lie, Silencer arrives. His first victim is the guard holding Marinette’s arm.

As expected, he spares Marinette and Juleka. However, Adrien, Lila, Nathalie and the rest of the band are not. Silencer scorns Adrien and the rest of Kitty Section for turning their backs on their friends.

However, his ire is focused on Lila and he kidnaps her so he can expose her on live TV.

Currently, there is a celebrity game show being held. Silencer aims for there.

Plagg goes to warn Ladybug that Chat is unable to make it again. Marinette decides she needs help if Chat Noir will be absent. She gives Juleka the Tiger miraculous. She becomes Stripe.

There is a big fight yada yada yada

As Luka is deakumatized, the celebrities asked what this was all about. Ladybug explains that Lila is a liar who claims to be associated with all of them and had framed Luka for theft.

This is proven when Jagged claims he lost that bracelet for Penny.

Stripe asks if Ladybug isn’t BFFs with Lila. Ladybug denies it. She hates liars.

Jagged also denies owning a kitten.

Prince Ali confessed he had never met the girl before.

Audrey admits she was absolutely baffled as to why Gabriel chose someone like Lila to model because she was so not model material.

Lila is humiliated and angry to be exposed again. But she is soon also horrified and outraged to find that Adrien had followed the battle here and he was currently live-streaming her humiliation.

Adrien had reflected on Luka’s reprimand and Marinette’s disappointment.

Cause I’ll breathe when they try to suffocate me. Don’t you underestimate me.

Behind the camera, he admitted that he made a deal with Lila that he would pretend to be friends with her provided she back off Marinette. That was the reason behind their joint shoot and Marinette’s cleared record. But since Lila started accusing Marinette again, he assumes all bets are off.

Lila runs away. But Ladybug wisely follows her to stop the return of Volpina. She captures the akuma and asks an officer in the building to watch over Lila while her Mother is called to fetch her.

Kitty Section arrive and apologize to Luka and Marinette. Adrien does too. Marinette forgives them. Jagged then arrives to cheer Marinette up. Audrey admits the girl has talent but lacks common sense. Prince Ali comforts Rose.

Mrs Rossi is informed of what happened and she is surprised about her daughter’s lies about knowing celebrities. She is questioned by Rose if she really took Lila to Achu during the school term.

Yeah...Mrs Rossi will be calling the principal or Ms Bustier before long.

After a trip to school on the weekend, Mrs Rossi learns the truth and a thorough investigation is conducted, especially since Jagged called the faculty incompetent on live TV for their lousy handling of Marinette’s expulsion situation. At the end, Lila is expelled on grounds of truancy, feigned signatures, messing with parent contact info, framing an innocent students feigning disabilities and injuries.

The next day, Lila wisely avoids school and phone calls. Her classmates are rightly furious and apologize to Marinette.

Nathalie calls to inform her that she is fired and will later make a public statement to the media about it. Lila tries to stop it by threatening to expose their partnership but Nathalie coolly counters, “What partnership? Gabriel would never enter a partnership with a minor, much less a liar. Have a good day, Miss Rossi.”

To make matters worse, with Adrien’s confession on TV, his fans are outrage and target Lila, who no longer has Gabriel’s protection.

Lila should have been akumatized but her Mother placed her under supervision on Marinette’s recommendation, so akumas won’t target her daughter.

To thank Marinette for standing up for a member of the band, Kitty Section invites her to sing a song during their performance.

She sings Speechless on TV and showcases her talent.

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #lukanette #lila karma #lila bashing #lila gets exposed #lila is exposed

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

McDanno, T, A03

Summary: After Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away. Picks up after the end of Season 10.

Notes: This story is set in the present, following 10x22, but there’s no COVID in it. I wanted it to be fun. The story is complete and will be posted over the next few weeks. Many thanks as always to my awesome beta, @perryavenue. And apologies in advance for any formatting errors on tumblr, I spent forever fixing it up for A03 and it probably won’t translate easily at this point!

Chapter 1

April 2, 2020

Group message: Tani Rey, Junior Reigns, Lou Grover

TR: You guys going over to Steve’s to say goodbye tomorrow?

JR: Yeah. Still think we should have a party.

LG: The man’s had two parties and a lunch already – how many send offs does he need?

JR: I don’t know, he didn’t seem to like them very much. Maybe he needs a better one. With just us.

TR: He’ll be fine. Plus, there’s not really any time left.

JR: What about tonight? He’s not coming in today, right?

TR: He’s got plans, Junes.

JR: He does? I thought he said he had work to do around the house? We could bring pizza and beer, help him out.

LG: He’s got plans with Danny.

JR: Danny won’t mind the help – he’d be happier supervising, anyway.

TR: Lou, what are we going to do with him?

LG: No idea. Nothing’s worked so far.

JR: Are you guys talking about me? That’s not very cool. At least fill me in.

TR: Sweet Junes, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not sure we can help.

LG: But bring that beer over to my place tonight, and I’ll do my best.

TR: I’ll bring chips.

April 3, 2020

JR: Okay now I feel really bummed out. Why did Steve leave Danny down on the beach like that? We should have had a party.

TR: Chill, Junes, he’ll be ok. He’s just sad.

JR: Do you mean Danny or Steve?

LG: Yes.

JR: But Steve is the one who decided to leave, he shouldn’t be sad – I don’t get it.

LG: It’s not a straightforward situation.

TR: Good one, Lou.

JR: I feel like I’m still missing something.

TR: Wouldn’t be the first time.

JR: Hey, should we add Adam to the text? Because he’s standing over there petting Eddie and it feels kind of awkward that we’re all texting.

TR: Sure, Adam is definitely sort of not really barely on Five 0 these days… why not add Jerry while you’re at it?

JR: Okay.

LG: I think Tani was joking. But we should add Danny and Steve, it’ll give us an easy way to keep in touch while Steve’s away.

TR: You think it’ll work?

LG: Look at that sad boy down there on the beach. It couldn’t hurt.

TR: Sounds good.

JR: …so should I add Adam or not?

April 5, 2020

JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Commander McGarrett

JR: How’s your trip so far, Commander?

SM: No need to be so formal, Junior. And good, thanks. Ran into an old friend.

TR: Wow, so we’re going to start with that, are we? You know Danny’s in the chat, right?

DW: How do you think Chin knew Steve’s flight info?

TR: Wait, so the old friend was Chin?

SM: Yeah, Catherine was surprised, too. She thought I was going to Tahoe with her. Not sure where she got that idea.

DW: Careful what you say, there are kids present.

SM: I didn’t say anything bad.

DW: You were thinking it.

LG: Not to change the subject or anything, but how are Abby and Sara doing?

SM: They’re great. Sara’s adorable. Smart as a whip, too.

DW: You gonna stay in San Fran a while?

SM: Yeah, a week or two. See the sights. I hear they have some great Italian restaurants.

DW: Now you’re just being mean.

SM: Nothing could rival your lasagna, Danny.

DW: Aw, you’re forgiven.

SM: Anyway, thanks for giving Chin the heads up that I was coming, Danny.

DW: No problem. Had to make sure you weren’t going to immediately start free climbing rock faces or something. Need to at least let the jet lag settle.

LG: Say hi to the Kelly clan for me, will you?

SM: Of course. Gotta go, Abby and Sara want to take me to Alcatraz.

DW: By boat, right?

SM: Danno, people swim away from Alcatraz, not to it.

DW: Leave it to you to start a new trend.

April 24, 2020

JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Steve

SM: Hey, just want to let you guys know that I’m going to be out of contact for a while.

DW: As opposed to the past few days, when you answered approximately 5% of my texts?

LG: You headed out into the woods?

SM: Desert, but yeah. Gonna do some camping.

DW: Maybe you’ll see a bear. Beat some sense into you.

JR: Are there bears in the desert?

TR: No, but there are snakes. And spiders. Be careful, those things can be vicious.

DW: Yeah, careful is his middle name.

JR: What’s Danny so mad about?

TR: Not the time, Junes.

DW: I’m not mad, I just know how he is. He’s probably hoping to see some snakes. Maybe shoot a rattler, cook one over his campfire.

SM: I have no intention of shooting anything, I’m just going camping.

DW: Since when is going anywhere without shooting something fun for you?

SM: I’m not exactly here to have fun.

TR: Um, Steve, you okay?

SM: Signing off. Talk to you guys later. Give Eddie a hug for me, I miss that big guy.

April 25, 2020

TR: Junes, you awake?

JR: Yes, are you?

JR: That was a joke, I know you’re awake, you texted me first.

JR: This is just a text between us, right?

TR: Yeah, it’s just us. Lou and I are done with the stake-out, we handed it off to HPD. Lou’s driving me home.

JR: Did you talk to him about Danny and Steve? Danny seemed pissed in the group text. What’s going on?

TR: I tried, but if Lou knows what’s going on, he’s being unusually tight lipped.

JR: I wish Danny was back at work. It’s weird with both him and McGarrett not there.

TR: He’s got at least another two weeks until his ribs heal enough to get cleared to return to active duty, at least that’s what he told me yesterday.

JR: Can’t he come back to headquarters, though? I would have thought he’d want to come back, especially with him being in charge now.

TR: Temporarily in charge.

JR: Yeah, whatever. Didn’t really sound like that when the governor stopped by, did it?

TR: I don’t know, Junior, I really don’t. But Danny doesn’t really seem eager to get back to work. Maybe he’s had it with us.

JR: With Five-0? You think he’s gonna do the restaurant thing again?

TR: No, that was a disaster.

JR: Well, I hope Danny comes back to Five-0. Otherwise Adam might think he’s got a permanent spot.

TR: You really don’t like Adam much, do you?

JR: I don’t know, he seems to have an explanation for everything. But I don’t trust him. Not like Steve and Danny.

TR: I miss them too. But Danny’s around anytime you want to talk to him. He whispered in my ear for two hours yesterday when I was questioning that record store owner who tried his hand at money laundering.

JR: But Steve’s been pretty out of touch.

TR: I think that was the idea of his trip. It’s definitely going to be a long summer.

JR: You think Steve won’t be back until fall?

TR: That’s my bet. September, refreshed and ready to go. But I really don’t have a clue. What do you think?

JR: Sooner than September, that’s ages, Tani. Why does he need to be away so long?

TR: You’d have to ask him.

JR: Tani?

TR: Yeah?

JR: One more thing… I think we forgot to put Quinn in the text group.

TR: Shit.

May 4, 2020

LG: Grace has got skills, Danny. She’s beating Steve at his own game!

TR: Um, what are you talking about, Lou?

LG: Steve and Grace went surfing in L.A. Big waves, too. Didn’t you see the pics on Facebook?

DW: You’re showing your age, Lou. Facebook is for old people.

LG: Grace posted on it, she’s not old.

DW: She only puts pics on there when she wants her parents and grandparents to see them. They’re carefully curated.

TR: Why am I not Facebook friends with Grace? I feel left out.

JR: Ditto.

DW: You should both feel free to friend her. I’m sure she’d friend you back.

TR: I’ll look for her insta instead. Probably get better stuff.

LG: Do you even know Grace?

TR: Rude.

JR: Ditto again.

DW: That’s the same thing.

JR: No, I’m actually saying ditto for the second time.

LG: This group text is more ridiculous than Grace’s sanitized Facebook page.

TR: At least if Steve’s surfing we know he made it out of the desert.

LG: On a horse with no name.

DW: Now you really sound old.

TR: Dad joke alert.

LG: What’s wrong with dad jokes? I am a dad, after all. I’m quite proud of being a dad. I deserve to make dad jokes.

TR: Try making better ones, at least.

LG: Danny, you’re a proud dad. Back me up here.

DW: Proud, yes. As uncool as you, no.

TR: Settle down, you’re both old and uncool, no need to get worked up about it.

DW: Fine. This old guy is staring at some very nice looking steaks, and was planning on lighting the grill soon. Assuming you’re still willing to eat my food despite my advanced age.

JR: Tani and I are getting in the car now, we’ll stop for beer on the way. Jerry said he was coming, too, and bringing fruit salad with no pineapple, just for you.

DW: Yet another reason I like Jerry. And did you guys talk to Quinn and apologize for not including her in the group text?

TR: I did, and she actually seemed relieved not to have to deal with us all outside of work.

DW: Seriously?

TR: No, of course not. I already added her. She’s on now.

QL: Hi guys. Danny, thanks for inviting me. I’m bringing margaritas and guac.

DW: See, already glad you’re in the chat. Sorry Tani forgot you.

TR: I did not forget Quinn!

LG: Tani has been suitably repentant, Danny, don’t worry. And do put my name on two of those steaks - Renee made her special chocolate cake with mocha buttercream. We’ll be there soon.

DW: Does your wife think I’m dying or something? She only makes that cake when someone’s sick.

TR has changed the name of the group text to Chocolate Cake For the Detective’s Soul

TR: Maybe she thinks it’ll make your ribs heal faster, so you can come back to work and make sure Lou doesn’t do anything stupid.

DW: Tani, not for nothing, but it’s not Lou I’m worried about.

TR: That building wasn’t that tall. I landed in the pool, and apprehended the suspect on the way down.

DW: I rest my case.

#H50 #McDanno #Hawaii Five-O #H50 fic #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett #textfic

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