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anisespice · 2 months

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“ block boy ” || tokyo rev.

parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ran’s, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think that’s it.

notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is “what it is”. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldn’t get ‘em out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lol

notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when they’re not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (•3•>)

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

“Did the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?”

When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “‘course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

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kimetsu-chan · 7 days

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~playing in the snow headcanons~

A/N: so I asked five of my friends if I should have snow or instruments be the main focus on what I was gonna write, and four of em said snow :3 so we got some playing in the snow headcanons with some my fav bsd characters.

Characters: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Sigma, Nikolai, Ranpo, Kyouka, Lucy, and Tanizaki

TWs ⚠️: Uhh- I don’t think there are any, but it is important to note that Kyouka’s is the only one that is written to be strictly platonic. You can choose romantic or platonic for the others :D GN!Reader

I think there are slight spoilers in Sigma’s?

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

It would take a lot of convincing to get that man within five feet of the door. And I mean a lot.

Why would you want to go outside in the freezing cold when you can stay inside where it’s nice and cozy?!

Once you explain to him that you want to play in the snow, he gets even more confused.

Why-?

He’d be sitting in a chair, his feet propped up on something with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other while staring up at you like you just grew two heads.

After you told him it was fun and something you really wanted to do, he stare for a second or two longer before spitting out a response.

“Okay….? Then go play in the snow..? What, do you need my permission??”

“No, I want you do come with me, Ryū!”

He would let silence envelope you so for a moment or so before saying a quick and simple “No.” and going back to reading.

After some puppy dog eyes and the best begging you could muster(along with a deal that you’d leave him alone for at least six hours afterwards) he’d finally go with you.

And when he was dressed up and finally ready to go outside with you, he’d watch you excitedly start making a snowman with a fond look on his face.(he will deny enjoying this for the rest of time.)

Atsushi Nakajima

He is hopping out of his seat and putting five coats on at the mere mention of snow.

Heck yes he wants to go out and play in the snow with you!

Did you even have to ask?

You could tell him to put some warm clothes on and be ready to go outside and he’d do it in a heartbeat and with absolutely zero hesitation.

The first thing he wants to do when yall get outside is make snow angels. And he wants your snow angel to “hold hands” with his (they’re just next to each other)

He’ll let you choose what to do next, deeming it “only fair” since he got to choose first.

“No- [Name]-San-! You get to chose!”

“But I don’t know what I want to do, Atsu, you should pick!”

It would be just a bunch of giggly “no you”s back and forth until you finally relent and ask to make a snowman.

And you best believe that he is going to make that the most cozy looking snowman you’ve ever seen.

It is going to be even more fashionable than Chuuya Nakahara. (No it’s not.)

Chuuya Nakahara

Once again, a lot of convincing will be needed.

What did you expect? The man is extremely busy like 24/7, he doesn’t have time to play in the snow?

But he can’t just deny you when you come up to him to ask him so sweetly if he can please come play with you in the snow.

He wants nothing more than to accept and make you happy, but he really needs to finish his work.

So he sighs and comes up with an alternative.

“How about this, [Name]. I’ll work for about another thirty minutes, then we can go outside, okay?”

“That works! Thanks Chuuya!”

“You’re welco-“

He gets cut off when you roughly wrap your arms around him in a quick hug before running off to do who knows what.

He stares off after you for a few seconds before turning back to his work with a shake of his head and smile.

(Extra bc we can’t end Chuuya’s w/o him actually getting outside 🤭)

When he actually finishes his work, he exited his office to see you already playing outside.

He decided that it would be most fun to quickly get ready and sneak up on you, who was busily forming the base of a snow fort.

There was a yelp as cold snow fell on top of you, and you turned to glare at the ginger who was smirking smugly.

But don’t worry, you got him back by pushing him over into the snow and dropping some snow down his shirt.

Sigma

Poor boy-

Being three years old, the poor guy has never played with snow once in his entire life.

So when you ask him to go with you, you’ll have to explain to him what the heck snowmen and snowball fights were.

He’s mildly interested when you do explain, but he doesn’t quite understand the point.

Doesn't being outside in the cold for a long time give you the risk to get sick?

Overall, he’s rather confused about the purpose of playing with cold, wet snow, but he’d agree.

Once he was free, that is.

And that turned out to be a lot quicker than he thought it would, perhaps it’s because your “silly” wants have peaked his interest.

He would quickly finish his duties his duties within the sky casino, and go to find you and get ready.

When you guys step outside, Sigma immediately felt chilly. The high altitude of the casino only making it colder.

“[Name]… Are you sure this is a good idea-“

He grunted as a snowball landed square in his face.

You giggled as you saw him frozen as he processed what you just did.

Before you could ask if he was okay, he quickly picked up some snow and threw it back at you.

He had a small smirk on his face, oh it was game on.

Nikolai Gogol

Oh boy.

He was the one who initially proposed the idea of playing in the snow, because why wouldn’t he.

He doesn’t care if he’s supposed to be busy, he’s dragging you outside with him whether you like it or not.

You could be busy, you could be relaxing, and he’s suddenly ambushing you and struggling to get a coat over your head.

He will make sure you’re nicely dressed for being in the snow.

After all, you’re no fun if you’re sick.

As he’s yanking you to your feet and dressing you in so many layers, you may as well become a fur ball at this point, he’ll be running his mouth, explaining in grave detail what he wanted to do.

“Okay, so first, we’re gonna make little forts, then we’re gonna hide behind them and throw snowballs at each other. Now- I promise not to throw them too hard, okay?”(that’s a lie, he’ll throw them as hard as he pleases)

You could only watch and nod as he led you outside to begin building.

I sure hope you wrote out your will.

Ranpo Edogawa

He’s busy eating snacks working at his desk, when you came in.

He took one look at your face and flushed cheeks from already having been outside for a while, and knew exactly what you wanted.

He debated whether or not abandoning his precious sna— I uh- I mean work just to make you happy.

He thought it over for a second and decided he could go a little bit without his food, and could grace you with his wonderful presence.

He stood up from his seat with his usual smirk and pointed his unfinished lollipop in your direction.

You didn’t even get to ask him before he started bargaining with you.

“I’ll go outside with you on one condition, you gotta buy me lunch.”

You paused, that actually didn’t sound that bad, so you agreed.

You two quickly got dressed (after Ranpo put his snacks away) and headed out of the office to play in the snow, leaving a extremely frustrated Kunikida at the door yelling at you.

It wasn’t very long before all the grass/ground surrounding the agency was covered in snow angels.

Kyouka Izumi

To be honest, I see Kyouka getting rather excited.

Sure she hadn’t done it in a long time, but Kyouka used to love to play in the snow when she was younger.

It was kinda a bittersweet thing to her.

So when you asked, she was more than willing to go with you. She gently grabbed your hand and led you all the way to her and Atsushi’s dorm to get some warm clothes.

Seeing that she didn’t have enough to comfortably be outside, you took your scarf that was hanging loosely on your shoulders off and wrapped it around her neck to help her keep warm.

Kyouka smiled at you when you did so then with increased energy, she took your hand again and made her way outside.

She immediately opened her mouth and tried to catch a falling snowflake on her tongue, being successful in doing so.

She turned to you with wide eyes and pointed at where the now-melted snowflake had been.

“[Name], did you see that?”

“Mhm!”

“[Name], let’s go make snowmen..!”

Before you could even respond, Kyouka grabbed your hand and jogged to the nearest open space to make a snowman.

You guys ended up making two, a bigger one complete with its younger sister.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lucy, much like Akutagawa, would decline immediately at first.

She’s in the middle of a shift, she can’t just abandon her job as a waitress.

Or so she thought.

Until her boss gave her the go-ahead that she could take a break and go play in the snow.

Her next argument would be that she was “too mature” to go play in snow.

But then you turned that right back around at her and asked if that meant you were immature.

She stuttered and blushed from embarrassment as she denied what you said.

“N-No-! I didn’t mean you were immature! I just-“

“Then let’s go!”

Cue you grabbing her arm and running towards the building door and shoving her coat that you stole earlier into her arms.

Lucy sighed and reluctantly pulled her coat over her arms and stepped outside with you.

In the end, you guys had a lot of fun running around and pushing each other into the snow.

Tanizaki Jun’ichirō

Actually, Tanizaki was the one who suggested the idea.

He said it would be a fun way to get a break from all their work(totally not because he wanted to show off his snowball fight skills, nooo-)

He would offer to fetch your coat for you when you agreed, doing so anyway when you declined his offer.

He held your coat out for you as he put on his own on, happily suggesting the snowball fight he was planning.

You agreed, not thinking about how he could use his ability to his advantage.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He hid behind a tree and made his illusion self dash to hide somewhere else, effectively turning your attention away from where he actually was.

He hit you in the back of the head a little harder than he meant to, and immediately stood up to rush over and see if you were hurt.

“[Name]! I’m sorry, I didn’t me— AGH-“

Karma came so sweetly as he slipped and landed on his back.

There were no hard feelings though, you guys called a truce and laughed about it for the rest of the day

A/N: these were so fun to write, omg-

I hope you liked it! Please consider liking/reblogging if you did :3

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ellethespaceunicorn · 9 months

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There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Syverson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 951

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Warnings: apocalypse AU, accidental pregnancy, language

A/N: A submission for @the-slumberparty BINGO challenge. My bingo squares include beach day, family friend, accidental pregnancy, and apocalypse. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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Cover Art by me

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As you sit just past where the water rushes on the beach, you can feel the mist of the water on your face. Sea salt is in the air, and you relish the smell. You can remember coming to the coast with your family as a child.

Of course, that was before the world decided to end. Before you had to change your entire way of life in the blink of an eye.

Now, moments like this are but a distant memory. Your shoes are off. Your toes are buried in the sand. Saliferous wind from the ocean is blowing through your hair. Next to you is a duffel bag full of essentials, at least what you could grab on short notice.

Escaping the compound turns out to be a bit trickier than you had hoped. But with a close friend at the guard station, you sneak by and out of the gates without a second glance. You make it out of town before dawn, watching the sun rise over the water.

By now, you know that your superior officer will be conducting roll calls and noticing your absence. You did not care enough to go back, but you wish your brain would stop letting you worry about what was going through their brains.

‘Is she alive?’ For now, yes.

‘Did she go alone?’ Technically, no.

The distant sound of tires on gravel does not surprise you. Neither does the noise of the rusty truck door opening and closing. The softness of sand being kicked up by big boots creeps up to the side of you. You do not have to look up to know who is next to you, but you do anyway.

The dusty old camouflage pants with thigh holster and sweaty brown plain t-shirt gave him away in an instant, but your eyes continue higher. His unruly beard covers his irked expression, his mouth set to one side as he chews his inner cheek. You’ve known him long enough that he chews his cheek whenever he gets upset.

He looks down into your eyes and you watch as they wander across your form.

“Your brothers are worried sick about ya. I told ‘em I would come to look for ya,” He sits down in the sand next to you, “Runnin’ ain’t gonna fix our little problem.”

“Our problem, Sy? First, it is not our problem. Second, it is not a problem. It is a baby. And this baby wasn’t exactly planned, I understand that. But I don’t expect you to do anything. We can get by on our own.” Your voice breaks and you hate that your eyes are blurry with unshed tears.

“I wasn’t callin’ the baby a problem. And if ya think I’m lettin’ ya raise this little hellion on yer own, yer outta yer damn mind. Now, yer brothers are my best friends in this whole damn world. And yes, they’d kill my ass if they knew I got you pregnant. But they’d resurrect me and kill me again if they knew I’d let ya off on yer own. Shit, I’d kill my ass too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it does nothing to stop the fat tears that escape when you blink your eyes. The shuddering breath you take is enough to have Sy scooting closer to you and bringing you into his arms.

“Don’t cry, Sweetness. We’ll figure this out. Together,” He kisses your forehead and snakes a hand down to your stomach, “Let’s give ‘em a chance, alright? Make a better world for ‘em and all that nonsense. I can’t fathom losing both of ya, let alone either of ya.”

“We should have been more careful—”

“Well, we weren’t bein’ careful. And now, we got a kid on the way. So what? Every time we face a little trouble, you gonna run?” He wipes away your tears, looking into your eyes again.

“I’m really scared, Sy. What are we going to do?” The tremble in your voice has Sy holding you tight.

“Well, to start, we tell yer brothers about the baby. Then, whaddya say we go over to the doctor, have everything looked at? Make sure he’s growing fine and everything.”

You laugh, not able to hold your amusement. “He? You already know it’s going to be a boy?”

“Well, ya know my folks had five boys. Yer parents had two before they had ya. Odds are it’s gonna be a boy, Sweetness.”

“I’m a little shocked. What changed your mind about everything? You were not this verbal when I told you yesterday.”

He bites his lip, looking out at the sea before answering. “I guess I was too scared to admit how I felt about ya. And then, outta nowhere, you give me the best gift in the world, and I didn’t know how to handle it,” He takes a shaky breath, then continues, “I’m sorry I waited ‘til now to say it, Sweetness. I love ya. I love ya, so damn much. And nothing would make me happier than to raise this little one with ya.”

You climb into Sy’s lap, holding his face in your hands, and resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, Sy.” You lean in and slot your mouth against his. You allow him to take the lead as his hand tangles in your hair.

Pulling back, you smile at each other. Nothing needs to be said. You turn in Sy’s lap and watch as the waves crash in and out. You have each other and you have this baby. With a love that burns bright like yours, neither Hell nor high water would be able to snuff it out.

A/N: Title taken from There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. It seemed perfect for this story.

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 10 months

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hii! ( ˘ ³˘)

im not sure if this ask box is open atm, but i just came from the "random reader x douma" fanfic and it immediately gave me an idea (•ㅅ•)

s/o of muzan, akaza and douma (separately) randomly sneaking up to the demons and hitting/spanking their ass? LMAO

Hiya!~

Honestly I always keep my askbox open so any and everyone can slide anything my way so don't worry about it

Also I'm more than happy to write your request, it's definitely a fun one to write, so, thank you for requesting (^○^)

For those who haven't read the headcanons we're on about you can find it under my Doma section on my MasterList but I'm linking - HERE - for easy access

If you have anything to request - eg. headcanons, questions, thoughts etc. - then just slide 'em my way cause I'll answer them to the best of my abilities!

Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma/Doma + Akaza with an S/O that spanks their butt - Headcanons:

Muzan Kibutsuji:

This man, this gorgeous man...

Literally the definition of unbothered.....after the 100th smack attack to his arse

Sure to begin with he was confused - maybe even a little bit shocked and scandalized - whenever you'd randomly spank his butt but he kind of just anticipates it now?

Whenever you enter the room when he's doing something he kinda pauses cause he knows your randomly gonna slap his behind

It sets him on edge slightly when you don't

Muzan now waits for you to do it before continuing on with whatever he's doing

He's kinda grown used to it in a 'This happens and i can't really be bothered to stop it so i may as well let it happen' way

It's a very rare moment when he smacks your butt in return

Douma/Doma:

Oh boy you have a whole can of worms to open with Douma!

This man is so unbothered that you'd have thought you'd have kissed him or something with how he treats your smack to his butt

Genuinely, so unbothered

He takes it in his stride as if its another Monday - just tilts his head with a smile and a quirk of his lips

Barely questions it (seriously you could do anything to him and he wouldn't question it)

He will just smack your butt back when you least expect it

Douma anticipates your random smack and gets sad when you don't try and surprise him with it

It's gotten to the point where he kinda pouts if you don't smack his butt??

Akaza:

The first time it happens this man makes such an offended but questioning noise - think something along the lines of a cat that's been woken up cause you've touched them kind of noise

He also froze up slightly

And even after you've moved away and started talking to him about something akaza's still stood there in a state of confusion

You genuinely have to explain to him that it was a random urge that you had - "It's just something that wells up inside me, ya know? Except that my brain won't let me focus on anything else til I smack that butt of yours!"

Then he accepts it - kind of....

Takes it as a form of training! You use stealth to try and smack his butt and he tries to detect you before you reach him

Still kinda squeaks and jolts away when you give his butt a love tap

Won't do it as much but when Akaza's feeling cheeky, he WILL, give your arse a little tap which ends up a squeeze

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incrediblyaccuratethoughts · 1 year

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I’m Gonna Tell ‘Em (Don’t you Dare)

Ao3

Tim just wanted coffee. That’s really all he desired in life. Coffee. His position as Red Robin. And Wayne Industries to get its shit together for one goddamn day. In that order.

“Are you shitting me? I was a fucking crime lord you little terror, I don’t give a fuck-”

He’d done an all-nighter in the Batcave. Again. Trying to crack a cold case he was sure had something to do with Riddler's vague warning a few nights ago. And he was so close, but his eyes had started to close for just a little too long.

So tell him why he walked into an argument that seemed to be based around the topic of murder, at 7 in the morning. Between Jason and Damian. Who both tried to kill him at least once. Respectively.

“And I am the Demon Prodigy of the League of Assassins. I could kill a man before I could speak.”

Tim stands in the doorway, contemplating if his need for coffee is higher than his potential rate of getting maimed in the dining room.

“Yeah, but you were fucking sheltered inside the bases like goddamn Rapunzel in her-”

“I was not sheltered. You of all people should know of Mother’s harshness for disobedience-“

“Oh and I’m sure you were so disobedient Mr. Goody Two Shoes-“

Ultimately, the urge for coffee wins. Tim crosses the kitchen as unnoticeably as he can, skirting the edges and keeping his footsteps as light as he can manage on 10 hours of sleep in the last week.

He’s busy, okay?

“I’ll admit I wasn’t raised to go against the orders of a higher-up but that did not mean-”

“Bull. Fucking. Shit.”

“Did my propensity for sneaking animals into the house escaped your notice? I thought you were better trained-“

“So what? You save every bird with a broken wing you come across, but you’d willingly slit the throat of a human?”

“Yes, Todd. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

The coffee pot is half full. Tim counts this as the one redeeming factor of this morning. The threat of getting stabbed is nothing in the face of sweet, sweet caffeine.

“What’s your fucking number then?”

“I can’t possibly know the exact-“

“Oh no, you don’t get to pull that shit on me-“

Tim considers pouring himself a cup, but he’s gonna drink the whole thing anyway and he’s exhausted enough to zone out during Alfred’s inevitable lecture, so he takes the whole pot and tips it back.

“I was sent out for missions when I was barely more than a toddler. You can’t expect me to remember every-“

“Ra’s had files on every fucking mission I did while brain dead and high on Lazarus rage, there’s no fucking way he didn’t have an exact-“

Tim chugs his precious coffee. The temperature is surprisingly cool enough that he doesn't immediately burn his tongue. Not that a few scorched taste buds would stop Tim from inhaling the only thing between him and unconscious. But it’s the thought that counts.

“What’s yours then, Todd?”

“Nope. Not until you tell me yours first. I’m not about to have you raise the number because I told you mine.”

“That’s preposterous. I would do no such thing.”

Tim calculates his chances of making it back out of the kitchen with a quarter pot of coffee in his hands and decides his caffeine fix is safer off with a few counters between him and his homicidal brothers.

And yah know. His physical well-being. But that’s pretty low on his ‘fucks to give list’ at the moment.

“I don’t trust a fucking word coming out of your mouth-“

“There’s an easy way to settle this if you’d just-“

“What? Shut up? Drop the argument? No fucking-“

“We can write it down separately and then show it to each other at the same time."

“…huh.”

Tim looks up in genuine fear when both of his siblings go quiet. That’s never a good sign. Not in this house.

There’s a window to his right that he could probably smash through if it came to it.

Neither of them are looking at him though, just regarding each other with much less animosity than a few seconds ago. Tim decides he’s probably fine and goes back to his coffee.

“I will go retrieve a piece of paper and two pens.”

Damian leaves the room and Tim freezes like if he stays still enough it’ll keep Jason from noticing him. Unfortunately, now that his older brother’s attention is directed to his surroundings and not just screaming at a 12-year-old, he makes direct eye contact with Tim.

“Oh hey, Timmers. How long have you been here?”

Tim stares at him blankly. He- doesn’t know what answer Jason wants from him and he’s not willing to face his older brother’s wrath if he’d been having what he thought was a private conversation.

“Sorry about the noise. I hope we didn’t wake you up.” Jason says after it’s clear that he isn't getting answers out of Tim.

As if the manor isn’t literally soundproofed. For this exact reason.

Tim’s 17 years of social etiquette training won’t let him just not answer the open-ended comment, but god does he wish that it did.

“No, I was already up.”

Jason nods as if he was expecting that answer. Which is fair. Tim’s sure he looks just as tired as he feels. His eye bags could hold all of his emotional trauma. They’re Guchi.

“And does Alfred know you’re drinking straight from the pot?” Jason motions to the carafe Tim’s clutching like a lifeline. Because it is.

Tim opens his mouth to lie through his teeth, but is saved by Damian’s re-entry. Wow, he’s never been so glad to see his stab-happy younger brother.

True to his word, the kid’s carrying a few pieces of paper and pens. Tim could leave now. He could casually walk right past them, out of the kitchen, and back to the cave to keep working on his case, but dammit, he’s invested now.

He’s still not sure what this argument is about exactly, but he’s willing to wait a few more minutes to satiate his curiosity now that he’s tentatively sure that the argument isn’t going to evolve into physical violence.

“I’ve acquired the tools to finish this once and for all, Todd.” Damian announces, sliding half of his spoils to Jason.

“Great. We’ll write our body count down and on 3 we’ll turn ‘em around. Got it?”

“Don’t tell me what to do” Damian grumbles, but writes dutifully anyway. The kid would be funny if he didn’t back his threats up with swords.

Tim is. Still lost, but he’s always secretly wondered how many people his brothers have killed. In a morbid way. Mostly because he wants to know if the murder attempts on him were a particularly special event or just a pattern. For his mental health's sake.

“Got it?” Jason asks, holding his paper close to his chest so no one can peek. Tim doesn’t know who would, considering he’s the only one in the kitchen that’s not a part of this squabble, but Damian copies the movement and Tim finds himself inching closer, taking the last swig of his coffee.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

They flip the papers around and for a moment the kitchen is quiet.

“FUCK YEAH!” Jason pumps his fist in the air with a whoop. “Ha! Take that, Demon Brat! I’m the Robin with the highest kill count!”

Tim spits out his coffee and coughs violently. It’s partially because he got some in his lungs, but also to cover the incredulous laughter bursting uncontrollably out of him. It takes him a good few seconds to get his breathing under control, but when he looks up, his brothers are staring at him.

For a moment he’s tempted. So fucking tempted. Because he hasn’t told anyone anything more than bits and pieces about his time with the League. Hell, the only reason his family even knows about his little stint playing lap dog for Ra’s, is because he choked out a vague explanation about his missing spleen when he went into sepsis.

They don’t know about the missions he was sent on. The people he sold out. And most importantly, the multiple bases he blew up because he was crazier than the Joker after Bart and Kon’s death and then the near miss with Bruce.

The bases he absolutely didn’t evacuate. With hundreds of people inside. A few actually avalanched down mountainsides, and he’d eat his Batarang if any of them survived.

The only word he’d confidently use to describe his mental state then, is feral.

He didn’t have to blow them up. He really didn’t. A good few of the bases he’d never actually seen before he snuck in to level the place, but he’d been having a shitty year so naturally, he was going to make sure Ra’s got to have one too.

Not to mention that Tim was as depressed as he’d ever been and wasn’t particularly giving a lot of fucks about if he died during his warpath. He’d already lost a spleen, what were a few more organs?

So this argument? This competition? He finds it objectively fucking hilarious.

Damian and Jason are still staring at him in bewilderment, and for a moment -just a wild moment- he thinks about telling them.

Explaining how he was just. So done. And could only think of one way out, so he systematically hacked into every base he could get his hands on. Stole as many files as he could during his time constraint. And then blew all of them sky-high.

Thought about telling them how on one particularly bad night, gone through every log of the people in those bases. How he hadn’t been ‘sick’ as he claimed the week after he managed to crawl out of his safe house.

He was just too horrified to look anyone in the eye.

It would be funny to watch his family’s expressions go through the five stages of grief and add a few more just for funsies, if they even believed him at all. But no. Tim had his secrets and he was going to take them to the grave.

He grinned at his brothers, patted Jason on the shoulder with a quiet congratulations, and strolled out of the kitchen.

Tim had cases to solve and letting his family assume he wasn’t capable of murder was better for all of them in the long run.

No matter how wrong they were.

👻

In my defense. Writing prompts make the brain noodle go brr. You can blame @coffinbirds and @batcavescolony for these posts.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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keeping secrets - chapter four

series masterlist / chapter five

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: super short chapter. i don’t think there’s any warnings necessary.

words: 2.6k

notes: ten thousand years later - here’s less than half a chapter. but buckle up because the next update is going to be intense. and i can promise it won’t take me two months to post lol. but thank you to the majority of you who have been really patient with me. and sorry to the one anon who told me not to split this chapter up hope you don’t hate me 🫣 i just feel like if i don’t post this now - i’m never gonna finish it. anyway! thank you for reading. comments are always welcome and reblogs are always appreciated. hope you enjoy.

The flight was grueling. The tension between you and Bucky was so palpable it was nearly suffocating. You refused to break the silence, and he had no plans to initiate a conversation either so you stayed in your seats and the only thing exchanged between the two of you were the sneaking glances you both took every so often, hoping the other wouldn’t notice. As if a super soldier and a highly trained spy wouldn’t notice when someone was looking at them. It was juvenile and ridiculous. You knew that, but it didn’t stop you.

Five hours into the flight, you were fighting to keep your eyes open and slouching forward in the seat you had forgone buckling into. You hadn’t even realized you’d closed your eyes again until your body jerked awake, saving you from completely falling forward onto your face. The jolting wasn’t missed by Bucky who turned to look at you, eyes narrowed and annoyance clear on his face.

“Can you just go lay down already? I don’t need you fucking up this mission because you’re sleep deprived,” he groused.

You didn’t respond, simply rolled your eyes and got up. You were too tired to argue and honestly couldn’t think of anything clever to say back. He was right. You walked to one of the bunk beds in the back and crawled on it. As you let your eyes fall shut once more, you heard him talk again.

“Was that so damn hard?” he grumbled.

“Oh, fuck off,” you mumbled, annoyed but too tired to use your full voice.

“I can hear you even when you’re talking under your breath,”

“Good, now shut up,” you muttered, turning over on the bunk to bury your face in the pillow.

You fell asleep relatively quickly and didn’t wake up until you heard thrashing coming from the front of the jet. You bolted up and climbed off the bunk as you heard Bucky cursing under his breath. You went toward where he was still sitting and watched him drag his flesh hand down his face, breathing heavily.

You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but something told you doing so’d be less than helpful.

It seemed like he’d just woken up when you had. You thought maybe he had a nightmare, but you knew it was none of your business. You saw he was fine, at least physically, so figured you’d keep your distance.

“Two hours til we land,” he said quietly, stopping you in your tracks as you were walking away.

“Already?”

“Well you just slept a whole eight hours,”

“Oh…” you weren’t sure you should ask but you wanted to know, “and you? How long did you sleep?”

“Long enough,” he answered shortly.

“Did you read the mission files?”

“I looked 'em over, got the picture.”

You scoffed at his dismissal as you turned back away, but you weren’t sure what else you should have expected from him. As long as he watched your back while you were inside, you supposed it didn’t matter much he knew the details. Maybe it was better, even. Can’t be judged by someone who doesn’t know what went down and despite yourself, you hated the thought of him judging you, thinking any less of you than he clearly already did. Knowing he already thought badly of you had a pit in your stomach. It made you feel terrible, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. So you pushed it down. You had a mission you needed to be focused on, you didn’t need to be worrying about Bucky.

Two hours later and the jet was landing. It was dark out, a little past 8 o'clock. You were slightly annoyed that Bucky hadn’t bothered to wake you up earlier knowing the drastic time difference, but that wasn’t his problem. You should’ve set an alarm. You huffed as you grabbed your bags and got out your flashlight. Bucky landed the jet a few miles away from the safehouse, the nearest you guys could get, so you’d have to walk the rest of the way. You got off the jet and started walking without waiting for him. He was taking so long and was obviously avoiding you once again, so you figured he was trying to get you to go ahead without him. Though about twenty seconds later, you were proven wrong.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yelled to you from the door of the jet, causing you to turn around, your brows furrowed.

“Walking,” you called back as if it was obvious.

You watched as he closed up the jet and grabbed his bags off the ground before he started walking down the path toward you.

“You think walking alone in a forested area at night in a place you’ve never been is a good idea?” he called out as he walked.

“Please,” you scoffed. “I’ve been in worse situations alone,” you said as you continued walking, not waiting for him to catch up.

“You say that now,” he spoke. You hadn’t heard him get closer so when his voice came from right next to you, you jumped slightly and dropped the flashlight.

He stifled a chuckle and you shot him a glare as you bent down to retrieve your light.

“Sorry, didn’t know you scared easy,”

“You didn’t scare me,” you denied. “I just wasn’t expecting you to catch up so fast.” you tried to play off. It was a little unnerving that he’d gotten up behind you without you noticing. You thought you were on top of your game, but it was apparent you were letting your guard down with Bucky around and you didn’t know why. Well, you guessed you did. You’d unconsciously relaxed when you realized he wasn’t trying to separate and the zing of protectiveness you felt from him warmed you despite the biting cold of the wind.

You readjusted the straps of your bags you had on your shoulder and kept walking further into the dark.

“I’m not scared walking alone,” you assured him.

“Sure,” he said, “until you cross paths with a wolf.” You looked to him with furrowed brows.

“There’s no wolves out here,” you say as you stop walking. Briefly taking a look around you, shining your light through the trees. As you turn to look at Bucky, expecting him to have stopped when you did, you instead found him still walking.

“Are there wolves out here?” you asked incredulously as you hurried to catch up to him.

“You’re in a forest, Bambi, what do you think,” he said sarcastically.

“Well, I don’t often find myself in forests,” you defended. “It didn’t cross my mind,”

“Scared of wolves?” He glanced over at you. You took a breath and kept your eyes ahead of you, set on your path. You didn’t want to admit you were a bit nervous now, but the thought of a wolf appearing from out of the trees had you bristling. There was something so intimidating about them. Not that you’d ever seen one in person, but even just from pictures and videos, their eyes were so intense, knowing. They’re beautiful creatures and you admired them, but you couldn’t imagine coming face to face with one in the middle of a dark forest.

It was quiet for a bit as you walked in silence. Bucky’s presence was comforting you without you really realizing it as you continued on.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about the wolves, anyway,” he said, breaking the silence. You looked over to him, raising a brow.

“The lynxes are the ones you need to keep an eye out for.”

You stared at him for a moment before you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head fighting your smile. He tried to fight his own, but couldn’t help his grin in return as you continued down the path side by side.

“Alright, good to know,” you nodded.

“I’m serious,” he said. “The Eurasian Lynx, they’re nocturnal, too. And they’re quiet, you’d never hear ‘em coming.”

“Well you have like, super hearing, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’d hear it, but I’m saying if you were walking alone,-”

“I’d be bested by a wild animal?” you finished for him.

“You’re scared of wolves but you think you could take a lynx?” he laughed.

“First off, I’m not scared of wolves, okay. And secondly, I know I could,” you said confidently. “I’m not saying I’d come out completely unscathed, but I could absolutely hold my own. It’s just a big cat,”

“Never underestimate your opponent,”

“Don’t underestimate me,” you said. “If I can handle my own hand to hand against the main players of the avengers, I don’t think a lynx would be much of a problem.”

He sized you up for a moment as if he was assessing you, it wasn’t for a second or two but still you felt your skin heat up under his gaze.

“You’ve never taken on me,” he countered.

“Never had the opportunity,” you contested swiftly.

“Don't ask for opportunities, just take ‘em when you see ‘em.”

You thought you heard a twig snap off to the side of the path and your head shot in that direction. In a second you found your flashlight being taken from you as Bucky disarmed you from behind, his right arm winding under yours as he pulled it behind you, forcing your body to turn with the motion. Your bags fell from your left shoulder as you were shoved up against the tall trunk of a giant oak tree. Your flashlight was still on but rolled away from you when he dropped it, lighting up the left side of the path you’d just walked up and shining into the forest across you. Your breathing was labored as your eyes shot from the light to find Bucky’s. The moon was the only thing helping you see his face, it was little illumination but it was enough. You had no words as you stared at him in surprise, his arms pinning you to the trunk while he held your gaze. Nothing but breathing could be heard from either of you, the ambient noise of the critters and creatures alive around you but hidden by the night filled the silence.

Everything in you told you to break his hold and strike out where he was vulnerable, play the offensive and -

“Fight back,” he breathed heavily as he kept you pressed firmly against the tree. You could imagine it. You wanted to show him you were more than capable of holding your own, even against him.. But you quickly realized that wasn’t going to be possible.

Your breathing was verging on shaky and you had to force yourself to keep his stare. Scared what you’d see when he realized what you did. Or more aptly, remembered what seemed to have been so easily forgotten by the two of you so quickly.

“I don’t think I can,” you whispered.

Silence returned as you felt his gaze piercing through you, no further words exchanged aloud, but so much was being told as you looked into his eyes. Intense. Pained. Sorry?

What was happening? How the hell did you get here? It was like the last few weeks never happened. And yet it felt like you’d known each other forever. You were just so uninhibited moments ago. Sharing playful banter and comfortable silences, walking side by side. The harsh glares, attempts at distance and complete avoidance of each other were forgotten in no time at all. Like it never happened. But now as you stood face to face with the truth, you were forced to remember. Not only what had happened, but why. And that “why” was the same reason you'd forgotten so easily. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate. And it was so easy to be around him when he wasn’t trying to refuse that. The insecurity telling you that you were better off alone and the worry that you weren't wanted just dissipated. And things were light. And you didn’t have to think or worry about anything, not even the connection itself. But when you were reminded of it, reminded that neither of you had a choice in the matter, that dark cloud came right back around. Because he didn’t have a choice. And he didn’t want to want you.

He didn’t want you.

Breaking your stare, your eyes shot to the left of you, just past the trail to where your flashlight was shining as you could have sworn you heard movement. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight you were met with, your eyes growing wide as you stared. Frozen as you looked into the yellow eyes of the wolf just across the trail from you.

Your hand came up to Bucky’s arm still across your chest, holding you against the tree.

“Bucky,” you breathed, trying to stay as still as possible, “Wolf.”

His brows furrowed before he slowly looked away from you, turning his head in the direction you were still staring. He made to turn around completely but you stopped him by quickly grabbing his arm, possibly holding onto him a little too tightly.

“Don’t freak out,” he said quietly, taking your hand off his arm gently before he turned to face the trail. “I thought you weren’t worried about being ‘bested by a wild animal’,” he tried to joke.

“I said I could take a lynx, I never said I could take a wolf,” you responded, trying to keep your composure, though it was slowly slipping as the wolf continued staring down the two of you. On the outside you were still but on the inside you were freaking out.

“Calm down, it's alright,” Bucky assured you, feeling your fear.

“You say that, but we’re literally being stared down by a fucking wolf. And they’re a hell of a lot bigger in person,” you stressed quietly.

“It’s not gonna do anything, just… don't break eye contact..and we’re gonna slowly walk back on the path. It's more scared of you than you are of it,”

“Beg to fucking differ,” you muttered.

Bucky was standing tall as he stood in front of you, both of you slowly stepping away from the tree and back onto the path with the wolf watching your every move.

As you were retreating, a slightly smaller wolf emerged from behind the first.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ joking,” you quipped.

The first wolf seemed to stand more defensively…protectively when the second one made its presence known, both of them watching the both of you as you continued walking backwards. After a moment, when you were far enough away, the pair continued across the path into the trees once again. You let out a shaky sigh of relief, Bucky turning around to face you again.

“See,” he said. “We’re fine.”

You didn't return his gaze, instead staring past him to where your bags laid on the ground, walking to go back and grab them. He followed suit and ended up grabbing them all before you could pick yours up, only handing you one of your two bags before he started walking again. You adjusted the strap on your shoulder as you slung it on and followed, not questioning it. Still not entirely sure what, if anything, to say now.

You looked back into the trees surrounding you, taking a breath. With that you continued on. Silence returned. But not as comfortable as it was before. This was charged and the energy between you was building with each minute that passed. Like you were waiting for a kettle to boil. Knowing it’d bubble up and whistle out any moment.

Neither of you seemed to want to address what had just happened.. what had been confirmed, no room for any lingering doubts. But you had to know it wouldn’t just go away. No matter how you might wish it would.

You could try to avoid it, though. Until you couldn’t any longer.

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Nerds corruption au chapter 4!!

Took me awhile before I was happy with this one but it’s finally done!

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“We’re Gonna Become the Bullies” - Chapter 4: I’m The One To Wrong What’s Right

Grace starts her day the same way she always does: waking up to the shrill buzzing sound of her alarm far too early in the morning. She hates to admit it (sloth is a sin, after all), but every once in a while it would be nice to hit snooze a couple times. There’s no time for that, though. She has to do her sweep of the school bathrooms to check for graffiti. She has to make sure the side exit to the gym is safely locked so nobody can sneak out to “smoke up” during class. As hall monitor, it’s her sworn duty to keep Hatchetfield High safe from all the troublemakers trying to normalize sin and drag everyone down to hell with them. She figures it’s the least she can do to atone for the perverse thoughts she was having about Max Jägerman up until the Waylon place incident. Among other, more recent developments.

Then there’s the whole thing where she’s kind of friends with Maxwell now, along with everyone else who was involved in that prank. She brought that hatchet and the other supplies that night expecting a very different outcome (the specifics of which are between her and God now, since it never came to be. Only He can judge her), but this is intriguing, too. Being the “school snitch” only gives her so much power. Sure, she can issue a detention slip or run and tell a teacher, but she knows in the end all it does is get people to be sneakier about whatever they were doing wrong next time. Being in Max’s inner circle opens up a world of possibilities. People are scared of him and there’s not a lot they won’t do to avoid his wrath. It’s been a week and by now, everyone knows Max will absolutely fly off the handle at anyone who dares mess with the rest of the group. They’re also starting to realize that said group can be pretty intimidating in their own right and becoming more scared of them. Grace would be lying if she said the thought didn’t excite her.

She thinks back to that first Monday after the Waylon place, when Max first heard about Brad calling Peter that crass nickname. The righteous anger he exuded briefly brought that tickle back again. The next day at lunch, Max proudly recounted to the rest of the group the awesome punch Pete landed and how Brad ran away like a little bitch after and how Steph gave Brad the hardest slap with one hand while holding Pete’s in the other and wasn’t that the sweetest, most romantic thing ever. By the time he got to their stint in the principal’s office, she stopped listening, just imagining Peter and the crushing impact of his fist on Brad’s face. She thought about the slap over and over again, too: Steph raising her hand, staring down at Brad with rage burning in her eyes and bringing it down hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Her face, she realized with horror, was red, too, but for an entirely different reason. Oh, heck. Oh, no. Not again. But this was even more shameful than even the worst thoughts she ever had about Max. This was about two people at once, one of whom was another girl.

She tries to push away those thoughts for now and joins her parents at the breakfast table, where her usual cup of hot water is waiting for her. If they had any idea what’s really been going on with her, they’d probably send her away to live at Camp Idontwannabang with the Jerries permanently and the first time in her life, that doesn’t sound too appealing. So she’ll just have to continue acting like nothing’s wrong - essentially lying to them. Another sin to pile on top of all her others. As they say in that video game Richie likes: “gotta catch ‘em all.” Her whole life, all she’s ever wanted is to be a good, chaste, godly girl. It’s what her parents and her church friends have all come to expect from her. Not to mention God Himself. There must be something deeply wrong with her if she tries so, so hard to live up to this standard and still falls short. The feeling of being a failure is so crushing she can almost physically feel it bearing down on her.

“Gracie?” Her mother says gently, “Gracie, are you alright?” Grace realizes tears are stinging at her eyes. She strains to hold them back.

“Oh, yes, Mommy, I’m okay! It’s just allergies. I, um, stopped taking Benadryl. Even if it’s over-the-counter antihistamines, drugs are drugs! Might as well be smoking the devil’s lettuce. Oh, I should get going or I won’t be early for school!” She leaves hastily, not stopping for her usual kiss not the cheek.

“Wait!” her Mother calls after her “it’s raining cats and dogs today, you’ll catch a cold, let us drive you!” All she gets in response is the sound of the door closing.

As Grace rides her beloved pink Schwinn bike to school, she can’t hold back the tears any longer. It’s early enough that not too many people are out and about, so hopefully nobody sees. She supposes she could always use that Benadryl excuse again, it’s believable enough for her. When she pulls up in front of the school, she notices two familiar figures standing in front of the main entryway. Shoot, it’s Max and Richie! She hastily wipes her eyes and stops to park and lock up her bike before approaching them. She composes herself and goes into hall monitor mode, even if her heart isn’t in it. They’d better not be hanging out here waiting to buy reefer off of the smoke club.

“Hi, Max! Hi, Richie! What are you two doing here so early?” She says, trying to keep her tone as chipper as possible.

“Oh, we have an appointment we couldn’t possibly miss,” Max tells her. Great, so they are here to buy drugs! She can’t even save her own friends from the dark, dangerous path that starts with weed and eventually leads to them smoking much worse substances under a bridge somewhere. Maybe even in Clivesdale!

“Uh, yeah,” Richie says nervously. He rubs his fingertips together. “Chad Thompson called me a cringe-ass weeb back in seventh grade, so I guess we’re going to catch him on his way in and issue an ‘outdoor swirly’, whatever that is.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it, Richie, it’s the best! Really subverts expectations. No one would ever think they’re about to get a swirly outside.”

“Yeah, I see your vision, but I feel like I’m really not grasping the logistics. Like, there are no toilets out here, how is it even possible?”

Grace is vaguely familiar with the term (“weeb”, that is. She’s just as confused as Richie about the outdoor swirly thing). She’s pretty sure it refers to people who are into those Japanese cartoons that Richie likes so much. She’s actually heard him refer to himself that way a few times and sometimes Ruth calls him that, too. It never feels mean when she does it - it’s obvious she loves that Richie’s a “cringe-ass weeb” and she wouldn’t have him any other way. They might be two of the most lewd, crass people she’s ever met, but she has to admit their friendship is something special.

“I don’t get it,” she says “you call yourself a ‘cringe weeb’ all the time.”

“Well, he said it like it’s a bad thing! It’s not just the words we say, but the way we say them that can have a long-lasting impact. I learned that at the anti-bullying assembly!” Oh, Max and his anti-bullying quotes. Grace would never tell him this, but she thinks flipping them to be pro-bullying is quite creative of him. Entertaining, too. Sometimes, she just has to giggle at the absurdity of it. Her mood finally starts to lift. She’s glad she ran into her friends. Her friends. She can call them that now.

“Well,” she says “I’d better go do my morning perimeter sweep. See you later, boys!”

“Later, Grace!”

“Bye, Grace, see you at lunch!” Poor Richie still looks a little terrified.

The downpour lets up and becomes a light drizzle as she starts towards the gym, fully intending to go take care of that pesky side entrance so the smoke club can’t ruin class today. Then, on an impulse, she makes a u-turn. What can she say? She’s a little curious about the logistics of Max’s new trick, too. She watches as they accost Chad. Oh, an outdoor swirly just means shoving his face into the huge rain puddle that’s formed on the ground. Max does it first. He moves slowly and intentionally, giving Richie instructions to accompany the demonstration. Appropriating the very forces of nature to enforce his rule over Hatchetfield High. It’s actually kind of poetic. She wonders what his backup plan was if it didn’t rain.

Max hands Chad off to Richie. Chad struggles, but can’t seem to get free. Richie must be stronger than he looks. His hesitation disappears and he moves with more confidence, seeming to delight in the torment just a little. He pushes Chad’s face down into the puddle, holds it there for a second, then yanks him out so they’re face to face, leaning over him menacingly.

“Who’s the cringe-ass weeb now, bitch? Trick question, it’s still me! But I bet you’ll think twice before talking shit about it next time,” he says as he shoves Chad to the ground.

“You guys are un-fuckin’-hinged! I don’t care what anyone says, I’m reporting this. You basically just tried to drown me!”

Maybe Grace can be of some assistance. “I’m the hall monitor and that’s not what I saw,” she says.

“Oh, hi Grace! I thought you left to go do your rounds,” says Max, as upbeat as ever.

“What did you see, Grace?” There’s a mischievous glint in Richie’s eyes.

“Well, Richie, I saw him shove you into that puddle. Completely unprovoked, no less. You were just standing here minding your own business. He held you down for a solid thirty seconds. I was scared he was going to drown you! I was about to go get a teacher, but then you finally broke free.”

“Fuck off, chastity belt! Who would believe that? He’s not even wet.” If Ruth were here, she’d have something to say about that phrasing.

“Well, for one, the principal would, because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I’m the hall monitor and I’ve never given him a reason not to trust me. Who’s he going to believe between the two of us?” As childish as she knows it is, she can’t help but stick her tongue out at him. “How could you attack poor Richie like that? What’s he ever done to you?”

“Yeah! Oh my god, Richie, are you okay? That must have been traumatic for you,” Max says dramatically. It seems like he’s having fun with this.

“I’ll- I’ll live,” replies Richie, trying to sound meek and pathetic. It’s not too much of a reach for him.

“Your life is so hard and yet you’re so brave,” Max says with feigned solemnity. Richie pauses for a second, as if he’s debating what he should do next, then theatrically throws his arms around Max and buries his face in his chest. He adds a couple fake sobs for good measure.

“It’s okay, bro. It’s okay. We’ve got you.” Max smirks as he pats his back. Richie stays in position, but raises one of his arms in order to flip Chad off.

“God, fine, whatever!” Chad storms off.

“Grace,” Max says excitedly “that was awesome! You know, I always forget you’re the hall monitor.”

“Yeah,” Richie adds “We’ve really been sleeping on the potential for abuse of power!”

There’s a thought. She’s had real power this whole time, she wasn’t leveraging it to its full potential. It’s a shame - if she’d realized this sooner, she would’ve been much more effective at keeping the hallways free of debauchery. She’ll just have to make up for lost time.

“Just doing my job,” she says, now sporting her own mischievous grin.

And if she actually had fun hamming it up with Max and Richie and she’s a little proud that she was able to help them pull off their stunt, then that’s her business.

Before Grace knows it, it’s the end of the school day and she doesn’t feel like going home and being interrogated about this morning just yet. She sends her parents a quick text claiming that there’s an “emergency abstinence club meeting” and begins to wander the hallways aimlessly until she reaches the auditorium. She knows they’re currently doing rehearsals for The Barbecue Monologues. Ruth is always complaining about the actors flubbing their lines and messing up her lighting cues. Up until now, she hasn’t had much of an interest in the show. Apparently, it contains some foul language and references to sex (in a high school production! What is this world coming to?), but she has to pick her battles and her effort to get homecoming canceled has been time-consuming enough. Curiosity gets the better of her and she slips into the auditorium. She’s not sure what she expects to see, but it certainly isn’t Ruth standing center stage absolutely belting her heart out. Her voice is angelic and she puts so much passion and raw emotion into her performance. Beholding it is an almost religious experience. Grace would know.

The number draws to a close and Grace can’t help but applaud.

“Oh, no, my anxiety! Who’s there?” Ruth cries.

“Ruth, that was beautiful! If you’re that good, why aren’t you in the show? You should be the lead!”

“What, no! I’m way too nervous to do that! Plus it’s too late, rehearsals have already started and Trevor’s the lead.”

“Well, what if he wasn’t?” Grace says with a conspiratorial grin.

“But he is,” Ruth replies, not quite sure what she’s getting at.

“Have a little faith, Ruth! Things can change.”

Oh, no, she’s snapping again.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd corruption au #grace chasity #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #hatchetfield #lautski #cw drug mention

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romantic-withdrawals · 11 months

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Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

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Bad Luck || Mammon

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE 😭 I have just had no time to do literally anything but I didn’t want to let you guys down (and I miss writing </3). Reader is gender neutral!

Dream’s Spooktober 2022 👻

Mammon could sense that someone was following him.

He could feel someone’s eyes peering into his back, but whenever he turned- no one was there. Was it one of the witches looking to torture him again? Or did Lucifer finally gain wind of his new debt from the casino? Either way, he didn’t want to wait and find out, already hurrying to get back home.

But the small pitter patter of steps left him feeling uneasy and annoyed. Fine- if they were gonna try to get the jump on him, he’ll just have to do it first!

Whipping his head back, he had his mouth open to yell at them to back off-

Only no one was there.

No one but a small black cat with its back hunched, wide eyes staring into his own.

He’s honestly grateful that no one was around, because how could he explain that a little cat had him on edge?

“Oi, what gives? Are you lost or somethin’?”

All the black cat did was blink at his question, meowing loudly as if they was answering his question. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, squatting down and rubbing behind their ears hearing their purring.

“Well either way, I can’t take you with me. Lucifer would find a way some crazy way to punish me, and Satan wouldn’t ever let you go if he got his eyes on you.” He felt the cat tense beneath his fingers, stopping their purring and meowing even louder.

“Listen, I don’t like it either, but I can’t get in trouble- I can’t take MC out if Lucifer got me strung up again!” Mammon felt a bit ridiculous talking like this- it’s not like this cat can understand him anyway- but it felt good to have someone listen to him, even if it was a runt like this. “Besides, I need all the luck I can get to score some more Grimm- can’t start getting bad luck now.”

But even as Mammon stood up and his hand left the kitty’s hand, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. The cat was pouting, pulling him in further- and he was falling for it.

“Oh no- you’re not pullin’ me in with that look!” Mammon turned from them, arms folded and eyes closed tight. You already suckered him enough as it is, he’s not dumb enough to fall for it again- but he still peeked open his eye to see them.

The cat looked downright pitiful- and it wasn’t helping when they practically leaped at him as a clap of thunder resounded in the air. Luckily he was fast enough to catch them, feeling the rain drops fall harder and how much they were shivering in his arms. The cat’s once sleek coat was now growing damp, and Mammon knew he couldn’t just leave them like this.

He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped the tiny animal inside of it, “Fine, you can come with me tonight- but don’t expect this special treatment to last forever, got it?!” His words held no real bite, even as his drenched locks were sticking to his face.

The cat meowed once more, happily snuggling into the little warmth they were provided. Even Mammon couldn’t help but crack a smile at how bright its eyes lit up at his words.

They reminded him of you for some reason.

—

Sneaking the little cat in wasn’t an issue for Mammon, but his mind was focused on other matters at the moment- like why weren’t you answering him.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy- was your magic lessons with Solomon that important that you couldn’t shoot him a quick text? He knows that it’s important, but you could at least say something to him. He’s your first man after all! He’s been there for you way longer than that old wizard- what makes him so special that you had to ignore him?

But he also knew that you‘re not ignoring him on purpose- didn’t mean that he couldn’t be annoyed by it though.

He sucked his teeth as he tossed his phone aside, “Whatever- who needs ‘em? They��re gonna be begging for my attention as soon as they get home anyway!“ Though his words were petty, he really was a little bit worried. You’ll usually send back a sticker if you couldn’t text, and you didn’t even do that!

Something light crawled on his chest, and he soon felt something soft kneading at his pouting cheeks. Looking down, his golden-blue eyes locked with the cat’s- which strangely reflected the shade of your own eyes that he would get lost in so much (not that he ever say that out loud). Even the reassuring look that the cat was giving him resembled you-

But he didn’t stay on the thought long enough as he felt the cat rub alongside his neck, purring.

“Alright, alright- enough already ya runt!” He choked, trying to hold back his laughter from the sensation. “You don’t have to make me feel better, alright?” He held them up gently, “I know that they’re busy but…I can’t help but miss them, y’know?”

Mammon chuckled when he felt the cat lick at his hand, and then brought them back down to his chest where they crawled back to his face, touching their nose with his. He could kinda understand Satan’s obsession now-

And he didn’t know why he was pouring his heart out to them- but what else did he have to do? Maybe it was because of how attentive they were to him? It really did feel like they were listening to him.

“They mean a lot to me, and I wanna do right by them. That’s why I’m planning to take them out tomorrow as a surprise! I’ve been saving up my Grimm and staying out of trouble just to make it happen- a night with just the two of us.”

Just hearing himself say the words out loud made his cheeks dust red, but he still held the dreamy expression on his face. Was it cheesy? Of course, but imagining the beaming smile you that you would to him and only him was enough was enough to make his heart race.

“It was a hassle planning it but…MC’s worth it-“

Mammon couldn’t finish his words as a puff of smoke filled his vision, and something suddenly falling on top of him, sending him to the ground.

He choked as he tried to figure out just what the hell was happening. When the smoke finally disappeared, he froze when he locked eyes with you. Not the cat, but you, still brushing your nose with his.

It was a long silence as he looked on in a mix of confusion and horror, while you looked embarrassed, cracking a weak smile as you laid on top of him.

“Um-“ you sat up, frantically waving your hands. “Don’t freak out- I can explain!”

Mammon seemed to be in a trance, still trying to process everything. “You’re…the cat?”

You nodded.

He blinked, “Does that mean…you heard everything I said?”

You nervously wrung your fingers together and nodded again.

All he could do was stare at the ceiling in disbelief, defeated. So much was running through his mind-

You felt immensely guilty that you pretty much broke him, but it was a complete accident! You weren’t expecting the new transformation spell to turn you into a cat of all things, and losing track of Solomon didn’t help either. Being surrounded by figures who look like literal giants had you nervous-

But when your eyes landed on those familiar white locks, you immediately felt safe. Even more so as he carried you back home in the rain.

And hearing how much he wanted to do for you when he already does so much warmed your heart, even if you couldn’t say it at first.

“Hey,” you gently cradled Mammon’s face, his golden-blue jewel eyes avoiding yours. “You know I love you right?”

“Of-Of course I do.” He sputtered out, cheeks darkening. You chuckled, not surprised at his actions.

“And I appreciate everything that you do for me.” You kissed his forehead, then his cheeks, and you heard him coo a bit. “And I still wanna go on a date with you, even if it isn’t a surprise anymore.”

Mammon was still pouting, but you could feel his resolve crumbling.

“This isn’t going to ruin spending time with my first man, is it?”

“As if!” He shot straight up, almost knocking you down to the ground before you felt his arms wrap around you, steadying yourself on his lap.

It was so different being this up close to Mammon back as a human- much better too. He’s always been someone so beautiful to gaze at, and you could only imagine if this is how his fans felt just looking at his magazine covers. It was a view you always found yourself getting lost in-

And it seemed that Mammon shared the same thoughts, with the way his eyes kept flickering at your lips.

Your noses brushed once more, both of you leaning in closer and closer.

“Let’s keep this our little secret.”

#dream queued this!#dream’s spooktober 2022 👻#dream rambles about obey me 😈💜#obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x reader #obey me x you

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krynutsreal · 1 year

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ok I can't stand it anymore shoves this to you and runs off like an anime schoolgirl

YEAH IM GONNA RAMBL ABOUT THIS UM. JUMPSCARE!!!!

ok wow. hi this was meant to be posted after I finished .the digital thing. For this au I have been working on (it's nothing too special but .gud lord)

but I'm too impatient and procrastinate on everything!!!! so you're seeing this comic rn!!! It's kinda old and I'm not a fan of the lineart but whatever man ANYWYAS ONTO MY ACTUAL AU RAMBLING

teehee ok so I .like to play with the idea that for a good while taka and Mondo didn't .rlly interact. like yeah they worked together to keep earth goin and such but if anything they would at MOST sneak a glance at the other before they get to their jobs n stuff !! like before actually meeting face to face they only ever managed to just see the lingering glow of each other before heading off to their respective places

which um kinda lead to them being curious of each other (more on takas part since he likes to learn about things in general) and so like !!!!1!!1! this comic is just taka kinda staying a little bit after his part of the job is done and is looking up and the bright ass light that is mondo

and like,, sorry I suck at explaining stuff but the comic takes place when taka had more recently started his job as a moon guardian

Celeste is the one taka ends up having an actual interaction first, she tends to just, appear when you least expect it. Her wording of certain things are, interesting to say the least. Not to mention that at the time Taka did not know em very well either so it added some extra confusion.

anyways ya !!! that's all!! explodes into a million pieces

#sorry if this is confusing or ooc in some way ummm im tryingf .#like im trhing to not make it ooc but also implement loke #space shit into it too but also fear of accidentally changign their personalities IDK !!!! IDK!!!#if there's anything u guys would want me to clear up then pls let me know ! this isnt really much but ive been wanting to talk #abt the au for a while so I'll start off with this #im talkifn like if im writing a story or smth im just trying to draw silly things and explod #anywyas taka and Celeste r like . frenemies 2 me #at first theyre like acquaintances but he keeps stumbling upon her so like !!!! yeag #SORRY IF U GUYS CANT READ MY HANDWRITING PLS LET ME KNOW OF THAY TOO BC AUAGHSWAAA #sky au #kry k(art)#danganronpa #brain so scrambled sorry guys #kiyotaka ishimaru #IDK HOW I FORGOR HIS TAG.WTF

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puppysdog · 8 months

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im gonna be honest ive been listening to this all day

lyrics under the cut

Intro: Khantrast & DizzyEight, Both]

Yeah, yeah, damn

We did it again

We did it again (We did it-, nah)

We did it again

Me and my twin, we did it again

[Verse 1: Geto (Khantrast)]

Look, a bro want beef with a pro by all means, we can spark heat with a dome

Been told y'all stench like apes, turn this zoo to a homicide scene with the folks

No peace, we do the most, y'all fiends get beat by the priest get disposed

Watch your mouth, curse at me, Imma leave you knocked out while you sleep with the ghosts

Geto, devil

They dead, when it's curse, I let room

Blood red, got an army on get go

Neck fold back, now they looking like a pretzel

One hit make 'em think God switch up the show

Like I'm writing down names in the Death Note

Top two, but I feel number one

If they ask by the rest, I point down death row, uh

Who could compete with me? All opposition, I finish 'em easily, gang full of deities

Soon as they summoned, y'all best get to running, or you might end up on an EMT

You could catch me with the demons, be watch how this sorcerer outplay the game like it's DND

Y'all think I'm playing? I'm box with the best, only one living soul on this planet that equal me, woo

Who wanna clash? Ready to box, now get sneak attacked, stupid

You could get smacked, pop out the shadows, I'm smoking your pack, stupid

He want the hands, now he getting jumped, my gang on his ass, stupid

You pull up on me, I bust out the Dragon and leave him outclassed, stupid

He want the back and forth

My armada leave his ass in fourths

Kamikaze what you have in store

If you want it with me, we could scrap some more

Pack up and dash fast forward

Know he gon' get harassed and deformed

If we combat it, we bring havoc storms

Had rapping with the bro pass the torch

[Verse 2: Gojo (DizzyEight)]

Hold up, he really thought I was dead? (Stupid)

You should've went for the head

Finger snap, and it rip him to shreds

Night night, then we put him to bed, baow

Wait, I'm not the one, dummy

He really thought that he won

The battle was over before it begun

Put him down, then I father his son

Yeah, tryna beat Gojo, you gon' need more than a gun

You'll get clapped like Todo, fold bro, when I pull up, you should know that he done

Leaving 'em stunned, this what you want, shoulda told him that I do this for fun

Your block gets spun, why would I run? You see Toji, I see a hole in one

We both killers, only difference between us is that I can finish the job

And when a lame tried to have me slain by letting it bang, I walked out alive

Thought I was limited, limitless, they could be ten of him, that's just more bodies to drop

Thought he was menacing? Ignorant - I am the synonym, play with the gang, and you gaining a plot

Took an L once, now it's never again

Now I'm up, and I'll never descend

Slide up on him when he least expect it

Then it's hollow purple and his spirit ascend

I'm him, you can't win

Took a chance, now he out on a limb

What I mean is he out of a limb

Blinded by hate, now his light getting dimmed

This was a pointless fight

Orphaned your kid just to die over spite

I'm guessing he hated his life

So I packed him and sent straight to his wife

I was wronged, so I'm making it right

Came for my head, and they came with the price

You put my twin in your sights

Now when I see you, it's fatal on sight

#.audio #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto #the gojo part is so fucking good #the fucking #he really thought i was dead? stupid. you shouldve went for the head #and #put him down then father his son #SoundCloud

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nexuschampion · 1 year

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//based on a dream but 99% is not, it was really only the premise. the one dream I have ever had about these two and of course it had to be something like this. Didn't really feel like making a full fledged story though, so here you go.

@accioturtur

"I've got eyes on 'em."

"Good. Keep them there. We've secured the perimeter."

"This is gonna be a long night bros. Get comfy."

Several long, silent minutes went by.

"I Renamed my iPod The Titanic, so when I plug it in, it says 'The Titanic is syncing.'"

"Mikey…this is serious."

"You're too serious bro. This is a cakewalk."

"Waste of our time is what it is."

"Raph, I've told you we have a vested interest in making this meeting go smooth. We need what's in that vault and this is our only chance to get close to it with the person who has access. We have to take advantage of the chaos."

"I don't care either way I'm just bored. You guys know we're not the only ones sneaking around here right?"

"We know Mikey. A lot of people have a lot of interest in this one way or the other."

"Did the CIA ask you to chime in on this Leo? FBI? Why are these other people here?"

"Ha ha. Common sense Raph."

"Leo's right guys. It's really important that this goes well."

"Suuuuure Donnie. If you say so."

"I count at least 4 other groups here watching. Two are solo. There is a reaaaaaally cute lady over on the west side. And she's aloooone."

"Focus Mikey."

"10-4 bro. Fun mode off."

Hours later Mikey shook his head violently back and forth in an effort to stay awake. He glanced at all the others, all holding their positions, bored out of his mind. The woman that had caught his attention earlier hadn't moved an inch. Her committment was impressive. In his head he imagined she was a highly trained government black ops official. Maybe she was hired by another government to make sure the meeting went smooth. Or maybe didn't. After hours of watching he'd invented an entire back stories for all the other covert operants. It wasn't until there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere that he narrowed his attention to his actual task.

"Something's happening"

"I don't see anything here. What is it?"

"I'm going to get closer."

"Roger that Mike. Let us know."

Mikey checked their counterparts, but none seemed to be on the alert to what he had heard. Perhaps he was being overly cautious or maybe he'd just heard an animal, but he didn't think so. He silently slipped closer to the main meeting area, where all the officials were still convened even though it was well past midnight. He peeked into a window that he had no business peeking into given the level of security, and saw the problem.

"Guys, we've got a breech. We've got a breech right now. Someone must have infiltrated the inside and is actively taking them all hostages. We have a red alert guys!"

He peeked in again. It appeared to be a very subtle operation. They weren't being violent or even threatening to the members beyond waving a gun at them. To be expected, he supposed, since the people in the room had a lot of leverage for their countries. They were very valuable commodities, and everyone knew it and probably expected it.

"No immediate danger guys. This is a long game play."

"On our way."

Mikey checked their counter-parts again. The woman seemed to have caught wind of the action. The others, not so much. Judging by her reactions though, she was likely in a simlar position to them - looking to keep things on track rather than interfere.

"I'm going in. We need someone on the inside."

"Be careful Mike."

"When has this charming personality not been able to win anyone over, even an terrorist? Come on, I know what people want to hear."

"Be careful."

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

"Hey there!"

He immediately found the barre of a gun pointed at his nose. He'd easily snuck in, and right up the guy. He wasn't talkative though, so Mikey did it for him.

"I can imagine you have quite the grand scheme planned here. You're not the only one but I'm sure you know that. Or maybe all of them" he waved his finger around "are part of your little operation. I don't really care to be honest."

The man, clearly caught off guard enough by what he was to not immediately pull the trigger, just stared at him so he continued.

"So, I think we can help."

"We don't need any help, who the fuck are you?"

"Doesn't matter nearly as much as what I am. I'm not interested in any of this. Don't care about money, any of these guys, except one that we need just for a quick conversation. This was an opportunity for us to get what we want and I think that makes it important to us that you succeed, to keep us as much under the radar as possible."

"I have no idea who or what you are but I am not looking for help. We have planned this for over 6 months."

"Oh, good for you! We just got wind of this thing a couple of weeks ago."

The man cocked his gun, still pointed at his face.

"That is a very small gun for all this isn't it? Your people must be massively armed outside this room. You know, I know you want to pull the trigger to get rid of me, so go ahead and try."

"What, are you bullet proof?" His voice betrayed his unease.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Never know until you . . ."

It was only a split second, but Mikey eaily caught the slight tension in his finger and smoothly grabbed his arms to disarm him, flipped the gun around and holding it to his forehead.

"We are way better at this than any of you. We could easily take out your whole team and no one would even know what happened and you'd be left here high and dry. That wouldn't be very wise of you considering I doubt this little thing will work for very long."

He spin the gun on his finger and grabbed it by the barrel, handle toward the terrorist for the taking. He took it, desperately trying to quell his tremors.

"We are only interested in something else at this facility, but we need access through this room. You ignore us, and you'll get the benefit of us on the outside along with your own people, making sure no one is the wiser."

The man slowly nodded. The confrontation had been out of nowhere. His weapon had been taken and returned with an expert ease. His team on the outside hadn't intervened. There really wasn't a choice.

*************************(

We're in guys. I don't know what their plan or reason is, but they will let us move around freely to figure it out.

"How did you…?"

"I lied Leo. I made up some shit about helping them and proved we aren't to be messed with. What else is there to do?''

"Mikey, you really need to consult the rest of us before you pull stunts like that."

"10-4 fearless."

**********************?

"Hi!"

The woman flinched in surprise, but not by much. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Same as you, I think. When I saw you come in here I took the chance. I think we have a mutal interest in usurping this little unatuhorized get together."

"I'm tasked with making sure this goes smooth, and it's not. This is not a game, the most powerful people in the world are in there."

"Obviously."

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

"Truce? None of us want this little swaray to go wrong."

"I have a job to do and I don't need help."

"REAALLLYYY?"

"Really."

Mikey hummed. "Ok so the fact that I already went in there and got to know our guy, means nothing? In fact, he said the same thing. They don't need help either."

"I know. I saw."

"So Mr. Terrorist who thinks he can take all these super important wierdos hostage? He's cool with me, thinks I'm on his side. Means nothing to you?

"No, I mean…yes. But no. For all I know you're with them, even with that stunt you pulled."

Mikey thought about his approach for a moment. "So, Not even a little surprised to see a walking, talking, giant turtle? You're a tough nut to crack."

She looked over at him, taking in him in his entirety before returning to the scope in her rifle with no reaction. "I hadn't noticed."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at her, then smirked. "Wow, I dont know if should take that as a compliment or an insult. But sure. You didn't notice. Look, I've got a free ticket in and out of there which is what we need, but we can't handle this without some outside help."

"We?"

"My team. Brothers. I'm the cute one by the way, and the funny one. There are three other teams here too. One is solo like you, the other with at least two. The one with four has to be in on this but they haven't moved yet."

For the first time she lowered her weapon and properly looked at him. "You're serious."

"As much as I can be, which isn't a lot."

"What do you want?"

"There something in that building that one of them has access to in the vault. Unrelated to any of this and I guarantee you woudn't care about it. We were gonna corner him at some point, away from the crowd, but this whole situation defintely puts a damper on our plan. What about you?"

She shrugged. "I don't ask questions other than 'how much'. I'm here to make sure this" she waved her hand in frustrtaion at the building "is successful."

"Well then it seems we really do have a common goal. We could care less about anything going on here, it was just convenient for us, but we don't particularly care for this kind of nonsense either so we'd be happy to help your cause. We're kinda good at this sort of thing."

"Ok. What do you need from me?"

He handed her a radio to tuck in her ear. "I need you to contact whatever police are around here, and help us coordinate getting them here unnoticed, and to stay out of the way until we can get these guys in a position where the good guys can pretend like they did all the work. As much as I think the world is missing out, it doesn't need to know we exist. You can take all the credit for yourself."

"Why me and not one of the others?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. You stood out. I like that."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but grinned. "Ok, I'll take this risk but I don't trust you. I'm Shadow. May I know the name of my mysterious suitor?"

"Michelangelo. Mikey for short. My brothers are Leo, Raphael and Donatello."

"I assume Leo is short for Leonardo?"

Mikey returned her grin. "I knew you were smart."

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

Mikey winced from the punch one of their foes landed and sat back against the wall. "Three down. You're pretty impressive. You know, for a human."

"And you're pretty cute. For a turtle."

"So, since we have a few minutes to get to know each other, who hired you?"

"Telling you would be a sure way to end up dead. Who hired you?"

"No one."

"That's suspicious as hell."

"Talk to my brothers about it. I'm just here."

"You just do what you're told?"

Mikey paused. "No. But I have no reason to question them about this particular gig. What about you?"

"Money speaks but I prefer the jobs that don't ask for assasination."

"Dark. You've got some nice moves by the way."

He caught a hint of a smile. "So do you."

"Don't I know it." He paused, listening. "Dude is suspicious, I'll be right back."

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

"Everything is in place. Just a few more minutes."

"Yup. We couldn't have done this without you. I hope we get to collab again."

"I wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't mind a collab with just the two of us."

"Are you asking me out? During a terrorist kidnapping?"

"Would you say yes?"

"I might not say no."

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

Shadow stood behind the four of them, surprised they hadn't kicked her out to conduct their business in private. "You did all this, for that?"

Mikey turned his attention back to her and smiled. "Surprised?"

"A little, yeah. Or a lot, actually. Who are you guys?"

"We're just a family who doen't care for crimes against humanity." Don answered, handing Leonardo a package. "Usually we keep it local but we've been known to expand our scope when the situation calls for it."

"Thank you sir." Mikey turned to an older businessman, dressed in light blue suit that was wrinkled from 24 hours held in captivity. "You did the right thing."

He nodded. "I will keep your secret, if you keep your end of the bargain."

"Oh we will. Let's move out." Raphael barked.

Mikey paused. "I'll be right there." He turned to Shadow. "I, um, you can wrap all this up if you want. We can't leave until tomorrow so we'll be around for a bit."

"I think I can handle this. Thanks for the help."

He hesitated again. "I really liked spending time with you" he said. "I want to see you again."

"I think I'd like to get to know you a bit better too."

He handed her a small scrap of paper. "Call me. We could start tonight."

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"Thanks for picking up an unknown number."

"I would talk to a 100 scammers if it meant a chance one of them were you."

"I am offering a discount on an extended car warranty, but I'll need some very personal information first."

Mikey reached for her, but stopped midway. "Sorry. My brain catches on a bit slow sometimes."

She hesitated in her response, something he expected and wasn't immediately worried about.

He reached for her again, nudging her chin to look at him. "Would it freak you out if I said I think I want to be more than friends."

She blinked a few times as she mullled it over. "That's bold of you."

"I trust my instincts, and I pay attention. You aren't exactly turned off by me."

"What else are your instincts telling you about me? You have no idea who I really am."

"They're telling me it doesn't matter because I already know what I need to. And to kiss you. Right now."

"Are they?" A humored smile slowly blossomed across her face. "Right now?"

"If you'll let me. If you want to."

She blushed a little, and he wasn't prepared for his own reaction. He had never felt anything so strongly so quicky. "You're amazing Shadow. I just want to . . . see . . ."

She raised herself onto her toes and reached behind his neck to pull him down, inches from her lips. "You can see me just fine."

"I sure as hell can."

The contact from the kiss was all but electrifying and it lasted a long time. When they finally pulled away from each other, Shadow whispered breathlessly, eyes locked on his. "This place is a hotel you know."

"Yeah, it is."

"Shall we?"

"I already have a room. I would like to formally invite you to it."

"Presumptuous."

"I know."

Once they were in the room, nerves squashed by overwhelming desire, they stood face to face in front of the bed. He leaned in to kiss her again only to feel her hands on his shirt, tugging it upward and out of his belt so she could slide her hands underneath and over his plasteron.

He let out a soft sigh and stepped back. She pulled the black sweatshirt up and he finished the job, tossing it on the floor. He chuckled when she let out 'Oh, damn.' as she surveyed the mutant before her.

"What?"

"I think you need to stay like this for now. This is a good look for you."

"Is it?" he grinned and went in for another kiss as he returned the favor by pulling down her pants. Stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, she pulled off her own shirt and went for his belt while he attached himself to her neck.

"Fuck" he whispered.

Shadow paused. "Have you, ever? Done this?"

"Been so incredibly and immediately attracted to someone that I won't need to show you where the keys are to the door? Can't say I have. The sex thing? More or less."

"What?" She grinned up at him in confusion before pulling back the waistband of his pants to peek inside to see his erection starting to buldge through his plasteron. "Oh. . . well then. Lucky me. I think that's a better look than this one." She hummed, looking back up at him, and slowly ran her fingers over his shoulders and forearms. "Barely though. You really are attractive, you know."

He pulled her against his chest. "I don't think I've ever been described that way but I think I like it. So much better than 'aaahhh a monster!'"

His light hearted comment seemed to elicit something in her. She purposefully reached up and took his head between her hands and met his eyes. "You are gorgeous. And you are kind and amazing in every way."

"Careful." His voice wavered and his expression turned into a mix of pain and joy."You're going to make me think I might actually be right about how hot and great I am."

As though she could see right into his soul, she pushed up and lighty kissed him. "You are right. And I think I've seen what I need to see too."

Mikey shuddered when her fingertips trailed back down his neck. His equally gently trail of fingertips led him up her side and over the top of her right breast, then up along her neck. She saved him the trouble of unhooking her bra and it was quickly discarded to the side. He grinned at her, then laughed at her squeak of surprise when he slid his hands under her thighs and picked her up. He lifted her high enough that he was face to face with her chest and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Not wasting any time are you?" she gasped.

He enjoyed himself for another minute before pulling away with a faint pop to rest his chin between her breasts and look up at her.

"No" he beamed up at her. "But I'm a long term kind of guy. This is just that first time baby. I want a taste of you now, hard and fast and delicious, but in a couple hours I am going to get to know you a whole lot more intimately. Slowly."

She hummed eagerly, squeezing her fingernails into his bicep. "I like the sound of that."

"We have all the time in the world, Shadow."

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Somewhere in a Fort

Jaune stared at Marcus E. Derringer, the clerk that had foisted off the role of command onto him, uncomprehending of anything that the older man had said.

Jaune however didn't wanna let anyone know that he had no idea what he was doing so there was only one option left. "Simplify it, please Marcus," he said in a commanding tone… he thought it was a commanding tone at least, no one had corrected him yet.

"Sir." he said with a nod and a sympathetic look to the men behind him as if jaune should have understood but they didn't "we have several big guns we can't allow into rebel hands, however, it's been made clear that we're on the lower part of the list getting support, at least till the navy can gain control of the gulf and land troops we're up a creek without a paddle, so to speak, sir."

Jaune nodded "so we need to leave and take the guns with us then" that was obvious. like, mean how hard would it be?

"We can't just move that kind of ordinance by hand sir." apparently it was actually that hard.

Jaune was quiet for a moment and then men looked at him like he was about to say something really clever so he said the only thing that came to mind "then we'll get em out the same way they came in. by boat"

"Sir! Do you mean to take an enemy riverboat and use it to ferry our supplies and ordinance north? Such a bold move! Of course, no one would expect it!" wait! What?

"Yeah but the rebs ain't just gonna let us take the boat and go, that's kinda the only thing keeping Washington from coming south at them" said one of the men

jaune nodded "exactly" oh shit they were looking at him again "so we'll need to distract them?"

"What could we do to possibly distract them that much though?"

Oh shit uh… "well we got a lot of guns and cannons, not to mention powder"

"OF COURSE WE MAKE THEM THINK WE'RE ATTACKING SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BREAK OUT! It's genius sir!" said Marcus

"It is?" replied jaune feeling more and more like he wasn't actually in command anymore, he cleared his throat "listen I know we're all excited but let's actually pick out a target before we run off half-cocked… there's a couple of targets we could go after like a rifle factory at #1 Canal Street Cook and brother, Dufilho is a sword maker and taking him out might be enough to get the rebs to focus away from the docks for a bit." jaune paused thinking for a bit about any other manufactories in New Orleans

"15 Chartres, New Orleans, the firm of Hyde & Goodrich. They've been importing, and making tons of war supplies, I've even heard of revolvers being made there and I sure as heck don't want the rebs having those on hand, they probably have the most stuff moving through and their warehouses would be a key target for us"

Jaune nodded "let's try and hit all of them, we'll be sneaking out of the fort and setting up the powder the night before we make a move. Then all we gotta do is blow the powder as we make our way to the docks, slip on the boat in the confusion and bring it up to the fort. We'll then load everything onto the ship and make for Saint-Louis" it was a good plan to jaune, not too complicated and it would have the added bonus of crippling the rebs enough that they couldn't chase him north the only problem was "so who's going to mind the fort while I'm gone?"

The looks on his men's faces made it clear, none of them wanted to be left here while he snuck into New Orleans, the rebs called em union dogs but come on he felt like he was leaving a bunch of puppies behind

God, why was telling em to stay put the hardest part of the plan!

Author's notes: Please note that jaune has no idea how to smuggle gunpowder into New Orleans, has no idea how to get HIMSELF! into New Orleans, has no idea how to pilot the boat when he does get it and has no idea how many rebs will be north of him. so this plan isn't nearly as well thought out as he thinks. that said all the manufactories mentioned were real and were in Louisiana at all the places I mentioned.

#civil war au #jaune arc #rwby #[email protected] fics #jaune still has no clue what to do

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laffy-taffy-creations · 6 months

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HAPPY BELATED DAY 9 PEOPLE!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Fucking Up Royally

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | "You're a liar"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Taglist: @athenswrites @lili-loves-whump

Words: 1,646

Warnings: fighting, and an incredibly annoying character

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Just a simple support course student. That’s what I was. That’s all I was.

At least, that was what I was meant to be.

The lab was almost empty, at least half the students had left school in favour of safety because of the villain attack while the rest that were still here were at their classes, albeit in something of a lockdown while the heroes and hero courses dealt with the villains.

When the shaking almost caused me to hit an extremely delicate part of the support item I was working on, I’d had enough.

I pushed away from where I’d been working with an angry sigh, I couldn’t just go in there angry, I had to be calm. Collected. Calm. Collected.

“You gonna go help the heroes?” Mei asked, wiping her hands of grease. She’d either just finished her current project or was about to switch projects.

“Well clearly that cant deal with whoever it is on their own,” I grumbled out.

She gave a small giggle. “Fuck em up, your grace.” She put her goggles back on and continued working on whatever it was.

I surveyed the counter area I was currently taking up, making sure there were no loose parts strewn about before leaving. I didnt know where the battle was happening, but I didnt need to know.

Mostly because once I reached one of the lowers levels, that battle reached me, one of the students crashed through the wall. I heard the laughing of a villain from the other side, and it sounded like AFO.

Oh it is so fucking on.

I checked for any major injuries or health concerns before leaving whichever of the hero students it was where they were.

A battle was raging, and the heroes were clearly losing. Obviously, that was a major fucking issue. Stepping through where the wall had broken, AFO was there but no one was trying to fight him.

“Well, is one of you gonna punch him?” I shouted at the heroes standing around, just looking at him, refusing to make a move. Several of them looked at me like I just said the dumbest thing on planet earth. “Fine then, I’ll do it.”

I charged at him. He had a lot more speed than he should have, but unluckily for him, I had more.

I missed my punch, but he had dodged away from it and directly in line with where my leg just so happened to be waiting so it could kick him in the back. It could not have been more obvious he didnt expect that.

While he doubled over, I kneed him in the chest and planted a foot on his throat, pinning him down pretty effectively. At least I let him breathe.

He laughed at me despite being in the disadvantage. “Who do you think you are, Clover Morgan?” he mocked.

I could tell he was trying to steal my quirk but had given up after thinking I didnt have any. Too bad he couldn’t tell I’d put up blockers around his quirk.

I drew and pressed the trigger on the item that expanded into my sword and took off my mask, tapping it and turning it into my crown. “That’s Princess Clover Morgan to you,” I growled, pointing the sword at him.

I put the crown on my head and tilted his chin up with my blade. “Now, would you care to tell me just what you thought you were doing?” I asked, making sure that my faux kindness in my voice could be seen through with the visible anger on my face.

I switched sword hands and elbowed the person sneaking up behind me, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Intimidation tactics could go both ways.

The falling of his face told me he didnt expect it to actually be me. The Princess Clover Donovan Morgan, heir to the throne of France, on many measures the most powerful person on the planter despite being a teen. The one person in the world with multiple quirks. The one person in the world with Reality Bending.

“I- I-... uhm- uh-” he stuttered out.

My scowl grew. I stabbed my sword through the floor next to his head and moved my foot up, tilting his head up to meet my gaze as I leered over him. “Not sufficient enough.”

My grip on my sword tightened, and sparks emerged all across the room, channeling my power into the surroundings through it. He truly was an idiot.

I couldn’t explain it, the room around us changed, first there was a form of blue electricity shocking every last one of the villains and their weird experiment creatures. Then void, pure darkness stretching across, a place between realities, perhaps an entirely new one, ending off with more electricity going through the entire room, but this time much much different, being entirely comprised of a rainbow of colors and pastels. The colors whizzed around me, in a sort of tornado.

He would never forget this lesson.

Not now, not ever. I would make sure of that.

With one last burst of energy, I teleported both of us out of the room, leaving my sword stuck in the ground for later. For now, I put him in a cell. One of the power blocking ones in a nearby hero agency. With a sigh of relief, however temporary it may be, I switched my crown back to my mask and put it on, feeling more like me again.

I didnt exactly like using my power like that. My authoritative power, anyway.

I teleported myself back to UA, going back to the weapons lab, finally able to build in peace.

Mei looked over at me expectantly when I walked in. “Dont worry, I did, in fact, fuck them up,” I said sitting down at my station. I caught a glimpse of a smirk while I got my materials back out.

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I finally finished S’s new support item. I pushed off from my workstation and breathed a sigh of relief. All in a day’s work.

“Hey, you ready to go? I’m hungry,” Mei smiled at me from the door having already finished what she was working on and cleaned up her area.

I nodded. “Let me put some of my stuff away and we can go.” I put everything back in its place as quickly as I could before joining her. “Oh, right, I have a quick pitstop to make first,” I said, leading us down to where the battle had taken place earlier. It had only been maybe 30 minutes to an hour.

Which was part of why it was surprising that there were still people there.

I stepped through the same hole in the wall that I’d used earlier, whoever had gotten thrown through it was probably in the nurse’s office now.

Some of the others waved at me, a few recognized me and either froze up and some even gave sheepish bows. I didnt really pay them much mind. It was weird enough that I was treated as my title every now and then by Mei, even though she was my friend. I didn’t need that trend starting with my friends in the hero course too.

I tried waking towards where I had left my sword while attracting little attention, but that failed.

“Hey! You cant touch that!” someone called at me.

“And why not?” I asked, continuing towards my sword until they physically got in front of me and blocked me.

“Because it’s Princess Clover Morgan’s!”

“I fucking know that.” I tried moving around them. They stepped in front of me again. I sighed, “Look dude, I dont need your help. Back the fuck off, it’s not your sword.”

“So?” he challenged.

Someone else piped up, “Bro you know that sword has a safety mechanism so only the princess can hold it right? You dont need to guard it!”

Thank gods some people had some sense in them.

“Oh,” he said, finally standing down.

“Yeah.” I walked forward and grabbed onto my sword, unsheathing it from the ground and twirling it around a bit. “I’m perfectly capable of getting and protecting my own damn sword, thanks.”

His jaw dropped. “Give that to me!”

Obviously he still wasn’t convinced. “Okay, look dude. This is the sword of Clover Morgan-”

“Princess Clover Morgan,” he grumbled.

“...Excuse me? Dont tell me how to refer to my own fucking self! You see this sword? You think I could mess up on my own technology? Here, dont believe me? Why dont you fucking try holding it!”

He was determined to prove a point. And so he foolishly reached out and tried to grab the sword, running into 2 issues. One, it was too heavy for him to hold because of the spell I’d put over it to increase in weight for maximum power and damage when extended into sword form, and two, it was charged with electricity that was more than happy to shock his sorry ass because he wasnt me.

“I’m not fucking discussing this further, I am Clover Morgan, this is my sword, and I dont need you fucking help with it thank you very much.” I twisted the bottom of the grip and it retracted back to the small metal rod of sorts that was the disguised version of it and put it back in my blazer’s pocket.

Performing a mocking curtsy, I marched myself back to where Mei was waiting for me. I really needed some fucking food after that shitshow of an interaction.

“So much for not wanting people to know,” she snorted, walking towards the cafeteria with me.

I groaned.

I didn’t even want to think about how times I’d already dealt with idiots saying ‘you’re lying’ by the end of the day. I almost turned into a villain myself from it.

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #mistaken identity #you're a liar #my hero academia #fic #fight scene #whump writer #whump writing #whump scene #whump #oc: ov #LT's Princess CloDonMorg AU #LT's Support Course AU

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