#if any of you are having a shitty day i am handing you a slice

[mariinawrites]

Risky Meeting - Captain John Price

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Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, somewhat rough sex, neck kisses, dom John Price

Recommended songs to listen while reading: Talking Body by Tove Lo, Killshot by Magdalena Bay, Skin by Rihanna and Secrets by Magdalena Bay

Word Count: 4,000~ (approximately)

A/N: My first smut fic for my COD obsession!, Minors do not interact!

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You yawn lazily as you grab another can of soda from the mini table crowded with a bunch of snacks you and your best friend were munching on. Your eyes were glued to the television illustrating the daily news, not that it was of any interest to you. Your best friend suddenly breaks the silence, and you turn towards her. 

“This is getting boring.” she said as she dug into another slice of pizza while leaning back into the couch. You smiled.

She has always been your pillar, your partner in crime, your ride or die. Ever since your junior year in college, she was your roommate. And ever since then, she has always been there for you. And you appreciated her tenfold day after day.  

“Well, we can switch the channel if it’s bothering you.” You said with a small smirk as you reached for the remote from the table. She nodded mouth-full of pizza as her eyes lit up when a dramatic horror movie scene came on in one of the channels you were passing through. A few moments later, she swallowed her last bite of the pizza crust leaving crumbs all over her shirt as she stood up.

“Okay listen.” She said as she paused the movie and stood in front of the television causing you to be intrigued by what she’ll say but also confused.

“When was the absolute last time you got laid?” She asked jokingly as you scoff and shove your face with pretzels from the snack bowl. You couldn’t help but reminisce about the last time you did get laid, which was back in your last year of college. You were now working at some shitty job at a cafe and looking back at that day, it was as if it never happened. 

It felt like something meaningless, something that was just a fling. Which wasn’t something you liked, you wanted it to be special, but in the end, you didn’t care, you knew your worth and when the right person comes in line, you know exactly what to do. You were snapped out of your thoughts when your best friend had her eureka moment.

“I have just the idea!” she exclaimed as she wiped leftover pizza grease from her fingers on her shirt and hurriedly grabbed her laptop and set to finding what she’s going to show you. Moments later, she turned the screen to you and smirked. 

“This is…a sugar daddy dating site!” She said feeling proud of herself. You looked at her shocked and shut her up before anything else. You shook your head.

“No fucking way am I putting myself on there!” You said in denial as she giggled and quickly set out to make you a profile on the site. You scoffed and tried to rip the laptop out of her hands but she was too quick. She stood up away from your grasp and shushed you with her hand. 

“Now, the reason I’m being the best friend I am by making this for you, is for two reasons. Number one, you’re 30 and you're working a shitty barista job and barely get 25 hours a week, talk about B-O-R-I-N-G-” she dramatically said. 

“And second, you haven’t gotten laid since the dawn of time!...I bet dinosaurs had more action than you.” she said as she laughed at her own joke leaving you playfully throwing pieces of broken pretzels at her.

“Hey, that’s not true! I just don’t seem to have the time, thank you very much” You said retaliating but also sugarcoating it. You both knew you had loads of time off, she sighed and sat next to you on the couch and wrapped her arms around you softly.

“Listen, in no way am I trying to make you feel like a sack of trash but I think you should give this site a try, how about this-” she said as she tried to paint a picture about this for you.

“You have this profile with a few pictures of you that are absolutely gorgeous and a caption saying ‘Looking for a daddy to spoil me’ or something, and then you get flooded with requests, you choose one and go on with it…besides you could use the cash plus…free dick.” she shrugged and she looked at you.

You grimaced at the thought of that cringey caption for your profile. 

What could go wrong you thought, it’s extra cash to help while you still work at your local cafe. Your best friend is unfortunately right, it wouldn't hurt to get laid, especially with an older-ish man who’s more experienced plus the good that comes with it, you’ll get the daily allowances which will help you a lot not that you're desperate.

You were ruling out the pros and cons of this and eventually, the pros took the majority. So you gave it another good thought and gently nodded, accepting this new thing your best friend set up for you, causing her to squeal in excitement. 

[Next Day - Friday - 10:30 am]

You groggily wake up to the sound of your daily set alarm and you slowly get up and realize you and your best friend crashed to sleep on the couch last night. She was sleeping and snoring with the empty pizza box using it as a makeshift blanket on the other side. You yawn as you throw away the trash from the couch and table, and make breakfast. The smell of eggs woke your best friend and the first thing she did with half-lidded eyes was get up groggily and open the laptop to the sugar-dating site from last night. 

Her eyes widened and smiled excitedly. “Uh dude, come here.” 

You turned around, mouth full of toast and walked to see what the big fuss was about. And her excitement was proven, there were 14 chat requests straight into your inbox. Your eyes widened, you pushed her over as you sat next to her to skim through them, they were all verified and some were not that bad looking, handsome even. You planted yourself into the couch and analyzed each request, hovering back onto a specific one many times. Your best friend nudges you playfully. 

“What did I tell you!!!” she said awaiting your answer. You smiled gently and sighed.

“Yeah yeah whatever” you said as you pressed one of the profiles that requested to chat with you, taking interest in him already. Your best friend noticed how focused you were on his profile. She read aloud.

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John Price, 37, Male, 6’2

‘What is a pretty lady like you doing here?

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Your best friend gasped and she shook your shoulder excitedly, your heart skipped a beat and you quickly accepted the request considering how handsome he was, he looked ethereal yet dangerous..in a good way.

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Well Mr. Price, why do you think I am here?  

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You looked at your best friend and smiled at her, a faint blush kissing your cheeks. He started typing, causing a rush of adrenaline to run through you even though only 2 sentences were sent between you both. He was good looking, so handsome you had to take a double take at his pictures, there were a couple posted, some with him in a tux at what seemed like a fancy party, while some others of him smoking cigars at some random pier. He sure was eye-candy to you.

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I guess you're looking for a sugar daddy huh ;)

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Your best friend squealed as you gently nibbled on your lower lip in excitement and responded back.

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I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea Mr. Price

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He replied. 

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Then I would like to offer to be your sugar daddy hm? Are we okay with this agreement? With daily allowances of 400 dollars as a start and it is ultimately your choice if you would like to give back any sugar pretty lady.

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You looked at your best friend in anticipation and she patted your back reassuringly. This sure was new for you but at the same time, it was something you grew to want to do.

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How generous Mr. Price, I would love to return the favor, so I’ll be your sugar baby;)

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He liked your message and offered to meet with you the same night at a lovely restaurant to which you were not going to say no of course. Something about John made you feel something that you haven’t felt in a very long time, so what shame is there for having a sugar daddy when he is as attractive as John and with pockets so heavy. You were feeling bold and you loved every second of it, without feeling pressured or anything, you decided to embark on this new experience with your best friend alongside you to offer support.

[Next Day - Saturday - 6:00 pm]

You were outside the restaurant, the one that John had sent you the address to and you were wearing a lovely thigh length black satin dress that hugged you natural body beautifully accentuating all your prettiest facial features. You felt confident and you told yourself sweet affirmations that this little date was going to end up amazingly and that you had nothing to stress about, despite you have not been on a date in forever which kind of freaked you out.

You were about to start worrying that you would eventually get stood up which irked you and caused you to overthink for a good 10 minutes when suddenly you get a phone call from John. 

As you saw his name on the screen of your phone, you were hesitant to answer only thinking what he sounded like, just the thought of it was having your stomach in mini knots. You purse your lips gently and clear your throat before answering.

“Hello?” You say thanking yourself for no voice cracks whatsoever. There was a very short silence but it felt like forever.

“Hello sweetheart..I am outside in the restaurant parking lot and I think I see you, wave your hand up for me darling.” he said.

You were shocked at how smooth and succulent his rough deep voice sounded, causing you to lean against the wall slightly, and reach your arm to gently wave towards the parking lot to catch his attention wherever he was, feeling your legs unconsciously clench together slightly.

 As you see him coming towards you, you hang up and smile as you slowly walk towards him, hoping you wouldn’t trip in the heels you were wearing. 

He looked amazing, he was wearing a white button up tucked into his dress pants that was rather tight accentuating his muscles, and he smelled of sweet musk, that gave a warm and subtle but woodsy scent to your nose. You couldn't help but ogle at him in more places than one shamelessly. He was tall and he towered over you, clearly claiming dominance. 

“Finally.” He said with a small sigh and slight grin as he cupped your cheek lovingly as he checked you out.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful.” He complimented as you felt a small blush reach your cheeks causing you to smile and thank him.

“Not as handsome as you, John.” He chuckled deeply at your compliment and reached for the door behind you and opened it for you, motioning you to enter first.

Moments later, as you both dig into your food and share sweet conversations about many topics getting to touch base with each other more, including the topic of the new ‘relationship’ you two seemed to have. You couldn’t help but feel a short rush of heat go through your legs as you paid such grand attention to him as he spoke, staring at his luscious lips. 

“Sweetheart?” He asked.

You suddenly come back into focus from your clouded naughty thoughts and straighten your spine.

“Sorry, I am just very intrigued by what you’re saying” You say with a little smile. He smiled as he noticed you were ogling at him and he loved every bit of it, he loved the attention he was getting from you, and he loved how flustered you looked. 

Later, as he paid the bill and left the restaurant with you, he offered to take you home and you agreed. As you both reached his car, it was an expensive car that seemed like it had a spacious back area, and it was in a rich color of black that matched John perfectly. 

You were going for the passenger seat, but before you could, he took you by the arm softly and trapped you under him, having you rest your body on his driver’s side of the car door. You felt a rush of adrenaline knowing exactly where this was going and you were thankful that there was close to nobody near where his car was parked.

As you both stare into each other’s eyes completely forgetting everything and everyone around you, focusing on John and such power he has over you in this moment, you were not complaining, you craved more of it. Did it seem too quick? No, you needed this man and you needed him now.

As a smooth breathtaking hum is released from his soft lips, you felt a sudden but warm touch of his calloused hand gliding up to push some of your hair away revealing the crook of your soft neck as he leans down and places butterfly kisses from you bare shoulder to behind your ear, finishing with a small nibble or your ear. 

This caused you to clench your legs together for the 10th time and bring him closer to you by pulling him in slowly by his belt buckle, while you leaned your head to the side giving John more access to explore your bare neck area. You hummed in satisfaction causing John to use his free hand to grip your hip tightly and looked at you. 

“Do you want this to continue sweetheart?” he asked, already knowing your answer as he looked at you with half lidded eyes covered in lust for you. 

You craved every inch of this man and you nodded in absolute consent for him to have you in any way he pleases. All you needed was John to rock your world, and he wouldn’t let you go without showing you just how beautiful you are.

John leaned in closer to you until both foreheads meet, brushing his gentle and luscious lips across yours slowly, leaving you beginning to feel hot and bothered. John excited you and you knew that it was time to indulge in this. You brought your hands up to grip John’s hair gently and he leaned in to kiss you. 

You were kissing him with such burning passion, feeling his well kept mustache against your lips, adding some friction. You couldn’t help but kiss him deeper, feeling those sweet, yet intoxicating lips. His tongue slips into your mouth gently, exploring slowly yet demanding. You felt warm in his embrace. 

He’s a natural at this  You thought.

He starts to gently caress your thigh while his other hand is pulling you by the neck deeper into his kiss. He lifts your leg to rest gently on his side. His dominating touch felt sweet and passionate, as he pushed his groin into your parted legs. He pulls away from the kiss, having a thin but sweet string of saliva connecting you both as he looks at you with hunger. 

“You’re precious, angel.” He cooed as he laid small butterfly kisses from your cheek to your clothed chest causing you to feel trembled yet needy.

You completely dissolve into his embrace, as he pulls you closer into him by pulling your ass firmly. All you could feel was the aching yet anticipated want for him at the pit of your stomach. It felt tight but you loved the feeling. It was exhilarating, it just pumped through your entire body and left you feeling numb. The feeling of his toned body against yours, the earthy and warm smell of this natural scent flooding your mind. 

You needed him over you, under you, completely inside you. Your back arches slightly as he comes back up to kiss your neck with small open-mouthed kisses leaving little hickies dispersed around in a little group. He gently bit onto your soft collarbone area, gifting him a small moan from you. 

“Why don’t we continue this in the back seat yeah?” He asked with his hungry brown eyes piercing into yours. You nodded feverishly, giving him the okay as he opened the back door, and lifted you to place you gently in the backseat as he closed the two seats down for more room. You wanted this man like no other, you needed that orgasm. 

And the rest was history.

He was towered over you, a now visible silver chain necklace around his neck dangling over you, You looked at him wanting to just rip him of his clothes and devour him, but that was rather not his plan just yet. He licks his lips softly as you feel him looking at you very carnivorously. 

His lips met yours once again and his hands were trailing up and down your deliciously natural body causing you to moan gently into his mouth earning small groans from him. His hands snake quickly around your back to unzip your dress and pull it down, revealing your luscious breasts that were hugged by a beautiful lace bra of your favorite color with matching underwear.

He leans lower leaving kissing down from your chest to your belly button and removes your heels skillfully giving you more comfort. He trailed more kisses up your thighs to your pelvis whispering sweet words into your plush skin. He reaches up to unclasp your bra, relieving your pretty tits so he can just ogle at them lovingly.

“You’re so fucking pretty y’know that?” He coos, causing you to smile gently, feeling fuzzy inside. He latches his sweet lips onto one of your breasts as the other is fiddled with by his rough calloused hand, causing you to arch your back into him wanting more.

Hickies and love bites were scattered all over your upper body as he licks each one admiring them. He was proud of himself like a painter finishing a painting. His thumb hooks onto your panties and with one movement they were off, the warm air of the car hitting your bare cunt. 

He stares at it hungrily causing you to clench your legs together, but before he can indulge, you want his clothes off. He was quicker than you and started removing his dress shirt slowly teasing you, button by button. He was later left in his boxers.

This was your chance to see his precious package. You reached your hand to the hem of his underwear to remove, releasing his throbbing cock, eyes widening at his size. He was rather on the longer but girthier side with a pretty pink tip as well as well trimmed. You were wondering if it would fit. 

You took your hand and gently wrapped your hand around his cock but he stopped you, and kissed your hand instead. 

“Now, as much as I absolutely want your pretty soft lips wrapped around my cock, I simply won’t allow myself pleasure before you princess.” He said leaving you a little dumbfounded but you smiled softly at his gentleman actions.

He pushes you down and with one swift move his hand meets your throbbing clit, as he starts lovingly attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses again while circling your sensitive bud. You shiver slightly at the rough but gentle contact. 

“John-” You say breathlessly feeling pure bliss and ecstasy as he chuckles deeply before going down to meet your aching cunt. 

“Do you still want this, gorgeous?” He teased knowing exactly that you would rather die than not have him fuck the hell out of you.

You laughed gently. “Of course I do.” 

His hot breath hits your sensitive area, and he smirks at you and with that, his lips latched onto your sweet aching clit, burying his mouth and nose into your delicious folds. He could one hundred percent feel your wetness soaking his sweet lips and his mustache, but that only made him want more as he tightened his grip around your legs so you don’t move an inch.

His tongue danced flawlessly around your clit, sucking it to its fullest potential, responding to your beautiful moans with kisses to your inner thigh at the same time. You felt on top of the world, you catched up to him and lifted your pelvis into the entirety of his mouth some more, using his skillful tongue to your utmost full desire.

Flicking his tongue causing your nipples to perk up gently, he inserted two fingers gently into your wet and slick center. You covered your mouth from releasing such loud pleasurable moans. You felt his fingers curl in and out as his tongue lovingly attacked your swollen clit once again. Sweet and breathy moans escaping his muffled lips.

Moments after.

“John I think-” You pitifully said.

He looked up and you smiled. “Let it out, beautiful.”

And with that, a warm and succulent blast of your juices soaked his handsome face from his mustache to his wet fingers, licking them off proudly. You lay there sprawled, seeing imaginary stars as you let out a breathy laugh. 

“You’re all tuckered out and we’re not even finished.” He said, smiling gently.

You pull him down for a short kiss, as you taste yourself on his lips. 

“Then by all means…finish the job.” You seductively said, connecting your lips with his once again. Time seemed to stop as he continued to lay kisses down from your neck to your perked and soft nipples, causing you to release sweet hums of satisfaction. He reaches for his back pocket with an already prepared condom and pulls it out swiftly from the package, wrapping it on his throbbing cock. 

You breathe in gently as he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“You ready, darling?” He asks.

You nod feverishly, as you pull him for a kiss leaving a few on his neck. He started teasing you as he rubbed his length at your slick entrance leaving you hot and bothered. His sweet compliments and affirmations made your brain all fuzzy and had you in a deep trance. You finally feel him drop into you, causing you to let out a loud pleasurable shriek. 

His hard cock filled you to the absolute brim and your head threw itself back as your back arched into him as he nipped gently at your nipples. He hisses gently, manly and rough moans escaping his mouth as he holds your hips, thrusting in and out of your wet and soft cunt. 

You pulled him into you and met for another passionate kiss as he kept on thrusting into you, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. His tongue danced with yours as you felt yourself close to release, once again. The car windows were absolutely fogged up as your heart raced feeling him twitch inside you many times. 

This is what I have been missing out on. You thought.

The ripping feeling of your core connected to his and the beautifully pleasurable feeling of having the most amazing orgasms because of him made your body and mind feel accomplished. 

Riding down on your second orgasm as both of you cum in unison, John pulls out slowly as he lazily ties the now used condom, and tosses it away in the packet to discard later. He leans a little up to place gentle kisses on your tummy all the way up to your lips once again, pulling at your bottom lip causing you to hum and smile gently. 

“Wow.” You said breathlessly, making John feel proud and triumphant as he chuckled deeply. 

“You did a good job baby.” He cooed as he helped you clean up, kissing your forehead. 

[Same Night - Saturday - 11:30 pm]

John pulls up to your place into the driveway after having a little trouble finding it even with the help of a GPS. You turn to him one last time and give him a passionate kiss on his soft lips and smiled gently at him. 

He kissed your hand, as you reached for the car door to leave, completely forgetting the last ultimate thing, but he reminded you by taking your hand before you left and handed you an envelope that felt heavy to the touch. 

As you opened it, it was roughly around 300 dollars. You smirked at him as a small blush rose to your flushed out cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’d never forget princess, same time next week?” He offered as he smiled gently at you.

You laughed gently and nodded. “You bet.” 

You got out of the car and walked to your place waving back at him and closing the door behind you letting out a relaxed sigh.

I could really get used to this. 

You thought as you started counting the money in the envelope smiling to yourself.

#cod smut #captain john price #cod fanfic #call of duty headcanons #call of duty #john price #simon riley #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwii

[orange-orchard-system]

Thinking about how people think retail work is "easy", the idea that "unskilled labor is a myth", and some discussion/discourse I've seen about workers preferring to do sex work over retail. And I think many people just don't realize that retail work has a physical danger to it – and no, not just from other people.

Exactly what people do in their jobs will vary depending on the business, but as for me? I work with sharp metal and plastic at high speeds. Heavy objects could be dropped directly onto my head if I'm not extremely careful, and even then, all it takes is a slip of the hand. Due to our refrigerators and freezers, I am jumping between temperatures several hundred times a day, which leaves my body suffering from the whiplash. I am thankful to have a manager that enforces breaks, but my job takes a toll on me even on the mildest of work days. I could get seriously hurt, and a lot is already being asked of me.

"Retail/fast food/etc. is unskilled labor –" okay but I am not selling expert labor to you, I am selling my well-being. I am being paid to do not just the things you don't or can't do, but to damage and risk my body and overall health in these specific ways so that your day might be a little better.

And honestly, I'd be fine with that, if I got some recognition for it (in both pay and general attitude). I am fine with a little risk and damage so long as it's for proper compensation – I don't view this work as demeaning by nature, and I take pride in my skill at doing it. It's just that I wished others around me cared more about this side of my job.

On a similar note, restaurant/fast food/etc. workers are not just being paid to make and bring out your food. They are being paid to risk oil burns, regular burns, scaldings, being stabbed or sliced, their hands being mangled by equipment, their fingers being crushed by machinery, any number of diseases that food can carry before it's prepared, and death if something goes wrong with the gas. All for your convenience.

It doesn't matter if it's unskilled, or if "anyone can do it". A good salary is one that takes into account what one is sacrificing and risking to complete this job. It takes into account the damage to one's body and the everyday dangers they are in. Salary is, as people know, payment for energy and time, but it is also a reimbursement for the expense of putting oneself in harm's way, and a person's salary should reflect that.

This isn't meant to shame customers. I think it'd be a little silly to shame people for taking on my services when I am well aware of the risks in them (although I acknowledge that gets complicated when people have to take these kinds of jobs regardless of the risks, due to desperately needing money). It's more of a perspective I don't see others talk about often. Even before factoring in shitty bosses, crappy work environments, and the like, these sorts of jobs have dangers and cause damages that should be acknowledged. And people should be properly compensated for taking them on.

#politics #retail #front soup.txt #bvie.txt #silver.txt #looking at the scrapes I got today without realizing whoops #and the injuries I've gotten from things going wrong #something something osha regulations are written in blood and this is a workspace too #blood can absolutely spill here

[eris-snow]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, angst

“There are so many things I wish I could tell you. I want to be done with all the white lies and ambiguous phrasings. So here, I’ll say it, my last secret to you: I love you, Zuku. Please remember me. Please.”

“Get up, you lazy ass!” Katsuki barks from the doorway, barging into his room fully dressed.

Startled awake, Izuku almost tumbles out of bed with a squeak. “Ka-Kacchan!”

“Deku!” He mimics, not looking the slightest bit fazed. In fact, he looks angrier than usual. “If I don’t see you dressed in 5 god damn minutes, I’ll make sure to punch you so fucking hard it’ll make One For All look like a love tap.”

“If I don’t see you out of my room in t minus 5 seconds, I’ll use said love tap to get you out!” Izuku refutes, rubbing his eyes groggily. “What is up with you? It’s only 10 am—”

“Shortie and I stood outside your shitty apartment for half an hour until Auntie came home from the grocery store. You slept right through 30 minutes of endless knocking and doorbell rings.”

Katsuki’s face was the definition of terrifying and pissed, and it didn’t help when his hands started steaming. “Be glad that Shortie was there, if not there would be scorch markings on your door—”

“I’m so sorry, Kaccha—Starlight’s here?!” Izuku yelps, this time actually tumbling out of bed as he scrambles for his drawers. “I thought we gave you a spare key, Kacchan! I—why is Starlight—”

“You changed your fucking locks without telling me after the war, shit nerd! I ain’t have your new keys, so I was half contemplating blowing your door off its hinges—”

“Cut me some slack, Kacchan!” He rushes out, rifling through his closet for suitable clothes. “It’s my birthday.”

“I don’t cut any slack, Izuku.” Katsuki spits, throwing the nerd’s towel in his face. “That’s Shortie’s job.”

“Mean,” Izuku pouts.

Katsuki simply smirks back. “Happy Birthday, Izuku.”

--

“Happy birthday, Zuku!” You greet him, giggling when you saw the towel wrapped around his neck. “What time did you wake up?”

“About 10 minutes ago,” He admits, stealing a glance at the blond. Katsuki’s eyes were scanning his phone screen, a lazy, smug smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you want to do today? We get free rein until dinner time, because your mom wants us back so we can cut the cake.”

A smile plays on Izuku’s lips, and he almost tears right then and there. He was so fortunate to have friends like Starlight and Katsuki. He’d completely lucked out.

“Well…”

--

It was just like the old times. You, Katsuki and Izuku had always been a pack since you were little, and you force yourself to focus on whatever was happening now instead of what would happen after.

Even with the sun beating down you your neck, you survived with the sun hat you’d brought along with you. As you put it on, Izuku comments on it as he digs into his ice cream.

“That’s a nice hat there Starlight! Where’d you get it from?”

“Quite a while back,” You reply, tilting it upward so you can meet his eyes. “The person really knew what I liked.”

--

Izuku couldn’t name a day more perfect. Sure, it wasn’t anything fancy, definitely not as amazing as his meeting with All Might or the day he’d gained his Quirk, but it seemed like the world had decided to give him a peaceful day where nothing went wrong. By the time the three of them had gotten back for dinner, he’s grinning so widely he didn’t know it was possible.

He blows out the candles with a wish and a note in his pocket, praying for his friends, his family, you and Kacchan’s safety because he can’t stand it if you get hurt. He prays you’ll always be here, and that he’d be the number 1 hero (It’s been his dream his whole life, after all.) It’s only when everyone had started digging into the cake, did he realise you were missing.

“Where’s Starlight?” He frowns, checking the balcony. No, you’re not there either.

“She said something about taking a breather,” Katsuki said, poking his slice of cake with a fork. “When I asked her where, she just said, ‘It’s a secret’ and left.” He points his fork at Izuku. “Eat your cake.”

Blood rushes to his head, and for some reason, he’s getting dizzy just thinking about you.

Strange.

“I think I know where she is. I’ll bring her back. The sky’s dark already, Starlight shouldn’t have to walk back by herself.”

Katsuki eyes him suspiciously for a moment, something flickering in his eyes before they drop down to the slice of chocolate cake. “I’ll tell Auntie for you. Go do what you need to do, nerd.”

Izuku smiles at his best friend and thanks him, wearing his dumb bright red shoes and leaving in a hurry.

Katsuki stares at the cake, an icing drawing of himself and you on the cake next to Izuku’s face. He smudges the icing drawing of your face, standing up with a sigh.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Starlight.”

--

“Hey.”

You whirl around, shoving the lamp in the direction of the voice. Izuku’s shadowed face smiles back gently, making you relax slightly. “Hey.”

The clearing looked different at night. A swarm of fireflies danced around the meadow without a care in the world, making the lake almost sparkle as pretty yellow dots dance around the beautiful glade.

“Kacchan said you stepped out. I got worried.”

You laugh, shaking your head as your fingers creep into the note in his pocket. “Sorry. Needed a breather.”

“No, no! Don’t apologise!” Izuku sits down on the grass next to you, face warm in the glow of the light. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

That phrase causes your smile to wobble.

“Right!” You dig through your pockets, not allowing even a moment of awkwardness. “Now that you’re here…”

Three small, wrapped present emerges from your pocket. Overpowering emotions are surging behind a fortress you’d encased them in.

You made a promise. You’re not going to cry.

Izuku’s mouth falls open into a small “O” as he takes it tenderly in his hands. He cradles it gently, with scarred hands you’ve come to know.

“What is it?” He asks dumbly.

You chuckle, gesturing. “Just open it, silly. I want to see your reaction.”

He rips open the first one and finds a shimmering silver watch, staring back at him in a shiny transparent box. He sputters indignantly. “Th-This must have cost a fortune! How did you-”

“I may or may not have saved up for it by using my internship money.” You scratched your head, blushing slightly. “It was a little pricy, sure but—”

“How did you know I wanted this brand?” He asks, shaking a little as he pries the lid off and holds it like it’s worth an entire building. “I-I never got it because—”

“You’re afraid it gets damaged during a fight,” You finish. “I know you don’t like accessories, so I asked Hatsume to reinforce the entire thing. I paid her for the modifications as well. Plus, you’ll need something to wear for formal occasions. They never have clocks in ballrooms.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Izuku warns, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“You have two more gifts left, Zuku. Don’t cry now.”

Izuku takes that as a cue to shred open the next present. Your gifts may be small, but you sure know how to make them impactful because he absolutely loses it when he sees the next gift.”

“Prototype pins for his merchandise from his U.A days,” Izuku whispers, fingers quivering as he counts the pins. “Fi-Five? You got all five of them? I-I’ve never seen it before, how did you—”

“I pulled a few strings,” You say, gently. “It’s yours now.”

With tears bubbling over, he tears open the last gift. At first, it confuses him, and he has to will himself to put the waterworks on hold so he can actually see the gift properly. “Is this…” He cranes his head around, squinting. “Is this a photo of this place?”

“Yeah, I manage to paint this really good painting—”

“You painted this?” He interrupts, full-on sobbing now. “Why would you do this much? I don’t understand, I—”

“It’s a photo of this painting.” You correct. “So you can slot it in your wallet or use it as a bookmark or something. It’s your birthday, Zuku. Of course it’s important to me.”

Izuku tucks all of these precious gifts into his pocket and turns to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. “Thank you so much, Starlight.”

You’re startled at first, but slowly, you adjust yourself and hug him back. “You’re welcome, Zuku.”

Fireflies dance around you for a little longer until Izuku finally pulls away, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “I, uh, I wanted to pass you something, actually.” He unfolds a note and hands it to you, a practice you’re so familiar with seeing that you instantly know what this is about. “I didn’t get the right time to pass it to you.”

The note is pure white, and you take a deep inhale and read the words to yourself.

I’m so glad I met you. Today was a blast. Thank you for today.

Somehow, those three sentences are what push you off the edge. One tear slips past your barriers, and soon another flows after as more tears join the first.

Dread and a feeling of longing engulf you a whole as you break down into quiet sobs, clenching the pocket that held your note, your last Secret to him, so tightly your knuckles hurt. You were almost contemplating not giving it to him.

“It’s not fair…” You mumble, body convulsing as you try to clear your tears.

“I promised not to cry.”

Izuku panics almost comically, leaning over you and trying to find a way to stop you from bawling. “Hey, don’t cry! I-I didn’t mean to make you sad, I swear, I just—”

“I told myself that I wouldn’t this year. I never follow through on it.”

Izuku frowns. “What are you talking about—”

“Can I get another hug? Please?”

Izuku relents cautiously, and you wish you could explain it to him but you can’t as time slips away fast. You bury your head into his shoulder, trying to memorise everything. The way you fit into his arms, the way he smells, the way his voice is quiet and so gentle and raw when he’s with you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Izuku asks, patting your head gently.

“Everything.” You mutter, pulling back a little to sit beside him with your back against the tree.

Your tears keep falling, a waterfall of emotions suffocating you as you struggle to get that one word out.

“Stay with me, Izuku.” Your voice comes out broken, as you lean against his shoulder. “Don’t go.”

He’s so much taller now, compared to when you were kids.

He’s stronger too, and he’s not even quirkless.

All things considered, he doesn’t need you anymore.

But you still need him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Izuku soothes. “I’ll be here tomorrow, too you know.”

That only makes you sob harder.

Memories filter in and out of your head as you finger his note, reminiscing on how the past month has gone.

“You will?” You ask, so small and scared because you know he will, but he won’t and it tears you apart inside. “You’d be here so we can continue to tell each other to sleep earlier, even though we’d go ahead and sleep late anyway?” you swallow thickly, throat running dry. “We’d-we’d have so many more Sunday breakfasts that you’d only eat katsudon no matter how hard I’d try. I’d tell you how much I admire your eyes because they’re just so bright despite everything that happened because you’re Izuku, and I’d tell you how I got your nickname because then, I wouldn’t have to lie to you.”

The words are pushing out of your mouth faster than you can process them, and Izuku just listens to them wordlessly, letting you ramble.

“We’d help each other with our nightmares like we always do, 'cause despite the fact that we have therapists I know that going to you is so much better. We can have more Movie Nights until Shoto is finally caught up with his childhood shows, and come here more often for more picnics. When we get into villain attacks, I’d know you’ll always have my back just like you have mine. We’d figure out our shit together by talking on the rooftop, and I’d tell you how I found this clearing as we light up 17 candles on your birthday cake next year…”

You trail off, fingers wrung together tightly. Tears fall as your voice loses all stability. “I’d have more birthdays with you, and I’d actually be celebrating it with you without having to push my thoughts back down. I’d be happy, and I’d be there for you…” You break off into a whisper.

“…And you’d remember me.”

Izuku’s frown creases deeper. He hates seeing you upset. His head is throbbing, spinning as he tries to focus on you. “I won’t forget you.” He promises. What else can he do?

“I wrote you a note.” You finish, completely ignoring him as you shove the note into his hands with your face hidden. “I wrote you a Secret, too.”

Izuku glances at you with curiosity and concern before his eyes drop down to the lime-green Post-it. He has no idea why you’re busting out all of these memories on him as someone had perished, but all he knew was that you—

I love you.

Izuku drops the paper in his lap and whirls to you with shock, eyes blinking rapidly as he stares back at you.

“What—”

“There are so many things I wish I could tell you. I want to be done with all the white lies and ambiguous phrasings. So here, I’ll say it, my last secret to you: I love you, Zuku. Please remember me. Please.”

“I do, I will, I—” Izuku sputters, face turning red. His head is pounding now, and he struggles to stand when you do. “I don’t understand! Where’s this coming from? What’s with all these lasts and—”

“Shouldn’t we discuss this tomorrow?” You divert, finally wiping your tears away. You square your shoulders and manage a watery smile, before you turn heel and make your way to the path back home. “I’ll explain it all tomorrow. It’s getting late, and I should get home before my parents get worried.” You pause and turn back. Izuku is nodding slowly now, hand outstretched like he wants to catch your wrist, but he doesn’t.

“We can do that. We-we can do that. Just—promise me that you’ll explain everything. I don’t want to be kept in the dark anymore. I need answers. Starlight, please?”

You don’t want to lie, you don’t want to lie, so you just maintain your smile as you whisper, “Whenever you're ready.”

Izuku takes it as a promise, and relaxes with a wobbly smile of his own. “Okay. Goodnight, Starlight.”

You smile, even though it’s painful, and take in a deep breath even though it feels as if you’re inhaling shattered glass. Finally, you work up the courage to say those words, even though it felt like the world was ending in just an hour now.

“Goodbye, Zuku.”

--

Izuku arrives back at the dorms to be greeted by a new face. His smile lights up his entire face when he bows and greets. “Hi! You must be the new transfer Kacchan told me about. I’m Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you!”

The girl smiles back at him with a warm smile, holding the door wider. Her eyes sparkle like the stars above, and she sticks her own hand out as a greeting.

“My name is Y/n L/n. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the year with you.”

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

[dat-bruv-person]

hihi how are u doing today!? :> can i get single dad hcs (aged up characters ofc) with izuku midoriya, katsuki bakigou, and kirishina with a teen daughter reader. platonic ofc

⋆.ೃ��*:･ singlehandedly single

a/n: hello anon, nice to see you - I am fine. I changed the reader to gender neutral if you don't mind, and the skin colour of your other parent is not stated for those who are poc, because of diversity :)

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly always mwah <3

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Single Dad!Deku cried when his spouse left him, to this day he still doesn't know the reason. All he knows is that when they gave birth, they handed over his legacy of a child and walked out after recovery. You, [name] Midoriya, were his miracle. You were his pride and joy, the apple of his eye, his everything: he couldn't afford to let you go. So he worked. He worked tirelessly to be a role model for you, and his heart beat to see you smile. Unfortunately for him, his happiness was short lived because, a few years later after his ex-spouse found out how smart and talented and gorgeous you were, they came back to collect you. You didn't know what was happening, you just wanted to stay with your dad, but after hours of screaming they finally left you to him - oh but they didn't hesitate to give you their number in case you changed your mind. Single Dad!Deku grinned when you turned 16 and bought you the newest car available- in four different colours. He's the number one hero for fuck's sake! Still, if that pathetic excuse of an ex tries to come back because of high you are now, they'll have another thing coming.

Single Dad!Bakugou calls you squirt, angel and kiddo, he ruffles your hair when you get an achievement, and, oh my lord, he never stops bragging about you. His side chick left him because she claimed that he never paid attention to her, that she wasn't his priority- he wasn't even married to the nigga 😮‍💨. She walked out on him angrily, telling him that she was going to raise you better than he could ever imagine, and that he'd come back for you. The pain was too much for her after labour and told him that he caused her this pain. She gave you up. Shitty woman, he was going to give you the best fucking childhood you'd ever have, and one day you'd be as great as him. Single Dad!Bakugou ditched the car and took you on walks every day to get some fresh air. He'd make the best breakfasts and cook you the best lunches: fluffy and thick pancakes stacked on top of each other that jiggled like ass cheeks when you poured the syrup on top, and a top-notch Caesar slada with grilled chicken and hot white rice accompanied with chilled water. No sweet shit until dessert: a slice of cheesecake with powdered sugar on top. ONE SLICE! Okay that slice is a bit small, go on take another if you must. You grew up healthy and loved. Single Dad!Bakugou never missed any of your performances or activities, and cheered for you the loudest. You are even better than him now! Excuse him from leaving your 16th birthday celebration, but he has to double check the locks, should the mother find out that her child is living the dream.

Single Dad!Kirishima was so happy when he won the court trial to be able to keep you. He tries his best to make you happy, and you can bet he's done a great job of that. You were surrounded by many other parental figures from childhood: Auntie Mina, Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero. From piggyback rides to going on holiday every summer along with their kids, your life was fun filled. You visited your other parent every weekend, where they'd try to outdo Eijirou by playing games with you, introducing you to their friends, arranging meet ups with celebrities and taking you to all-you-can-eat buffets. Whenever you got home, full of bliss, it never failed to make you slightly upset when they exchanged glares. Single Dad!Kirishima never told you why him and your parent split up, often changing the subject instead to something like what you wanted for your birthday in ten years time. You were as happy as could be, and proved yourself in many different ways: both parents were proud of you. Your dad went the little extra mile on you sweet 16, opting to hire planes to fly and write messages for you in the sky. Of course, this struck competition between the two of your guardians as the other had daytime fireworks spell out your name in bright gold letters which, to Eijirou's dismay, looked absolutely beautiful. Back and forth it went, money draining from each others pockets until it was a fucking statue of you built in the front garden with a fountain. Goodness knows how much debt those two are in.

#ainsley writes #ainsley's gift pile #ainsley answers #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black!reader #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bakugou x gn!reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x poc reader #bakugou x platonic reader #deku x black!reader #deku x poc! reader #deku x platonic reader #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima x black reader #kirishima x poc!reader #kirishima x platonic reader #deku x gender neutral reader

[moregraceful]

tapping the glass SO hard rasky robbie crossfaded hookups !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much anonymous Sierra, I am so appreciative of you

I very rapidly lost control of this!! sorry

When you get older, your wild heart will live for younger days / think of me whenever you’re afraid

;;

The first time it happens, they’re crossfaded after the Halloween party, collapsed against each other on their shitty too-small couch, watching the female Ghostbusters. Buchi disappeared into their room hours ago because he’s one of those early-to-bed, early-to-rise fuckers, but Adam isn’t really feeling bedtime when he’s this fucked up.

He draws a hand up the inside of Tristen’s thigh experimentally. Tristen is drinking wine from a chipped mug Adam stole from the trainer’s room in the SAP Center; he’s as stoned as Adam. He watches Adam’s hand slide higher and higher on his thigh with a bemused expression.

“Wow,” he says when Adam’s knuckles are touching his dick over the soft fabric of his boxers.

“Can you even feel that?” Adam asks.

Tristen pauses. He frowns. “No. Kind of? No. Actually, hold on.” He sets his wine aside and shimmies out of his shorts. He slumps back against the couch. “Okay, try now.”

Adam touches his dick. It’s very soft. He hasn’t touched anyone else’s dick before, but he’s so fucking drunk that it doesn’t even seem like they’re having a moment.

Kinda fun, though, touching a dick. It’s not like his. Tristen’s breath is shuddery when Adam leans in to kiss him, but he smiles.

;;

It kind of happens kind of more than once after that. Watching movies. Drunk, then not drunk, then stone-cold sober most of the time. Once when one of Adam’s buddies back home sends him extremely weird porn, and Adam makes Tristen watch it with him, both of them getting increasingly horrified and increasingly hot. Once on their beds after a game when Buchi went out with the boys, then a couple of times like that, then a lot.

Tristen makes up an excuse to carpool with Adam, both of them fucking around after a game until almost everyone is gone, then touching each other in the team shower, the thrill of being caught by cleaning staff keeping them hot and frantic. Only once, though, because when they walk out of the building, the coach is leaving his office by himself, looking worn out.

“Jesus, what are you still doing here?” he asks. He frowns. “Everything all right?”

Adam glances at Tristen, his curly hair in tangles because Adam had been pulling on it. Tristen’s smile is so sugary it could catch honeybees. “Yeah, we came back because I forgot my phone.”

McCarthy clearly doesn’t believe them, but he lets it go.

;;

There’s not much to do in San Jose when you’re a broke hockey player. There’s, like, good food. Hiking. A couple of cheap museums. The train. Adam doesn’t like any of those things. American trains are gross.

Tristen drags him onto the train on an off day to get pie in San Mateo. Adam doesn’t complain about it because he wants pie. They sit in two seats facing each other on the upper deck, staring out the window at graffitied fences and buildings, laughing at the funny names of niche shops on El Camino as the train passes.

Neither of them is all that tall, but their knees are pressed against each other. It’s probably on purpose, Adam thinks. Well, it is for him. The way Tristen looks on the train, bright and happy, gets him a little hot under the collar.

The pie is worth the gross American train. Adam is kind of neutral on pie, but he also hadn’t left San Jose except for hockey in several weeks, and it’s good to stretch his legs in a suburban town in the rain. They sit outside on a park bench and share a slice of boysenberry pie while Adam holds an umbrella over them. Then they go back and buy a whole chocolate cream pie to share with Buchi, who caught them making out on the sofa and got mad at them because he knows them too well. He knew that if they were making out, they had also been doing everything else on the sofa.

On the train ride back, Adam presses his knees against Tristen’s. “Not a date, right?”

Tristen frowns thoughtfully. “No, I was just bored.”

“Okay, good,” says Adam. “Me too.”

Tristen grins. “Okay, but if you ever want to, let me know.”

Adam thinks about it. “There’s not anything to do in San Jose. Like, where do you go on dates.”

“We could go hiking,” says Tristen. Adam wrinkles his nose. Tristen laughs. “Whatever, I don’t want to date you either.”

Buchi accepts their apology pie, and the three of them eat it standing up in the kitchen after their next game a few days later, a hard-fought game that left them all hungry for the next one.

“Just, like,” says Buchi. He sighs. “Whatever, it’s too late to tell you not to fuck on the couch, right.”

“I mean, we’ve never fucked,” says Tristen. “Like nothing in anyone. Except for my mouth. And his. Oh, and one time his fingers.”

Buchi makes a shocked face.

“You think I want my first time to be with him?” Adam says scornfully. “Montana, please.”

“First time,” Tristen says with a snort. “You wish.”

“Okay, well,” says Buchi. He sounds strained. “Just don’t do anything that would leave a stain. You know? Like, we have to resell it.”

Out of respect for Buchi, they set down a towel the next time they jerk each other off.

;;

The season winds down slowly. Everyone gets injured on both teams and the GM signs like ten different ATOs that Adam tries hard to learn the names of. The two of them get called up, and Tristen leans over to whisper in his ear after practice one day, giggling like a maniac, to ask if Adam thinks they could get off the SAP center shower.

Bordy overhears them and looks jealous, which is enough for Adam to say no.

;;

The last game of the season is a dumbass win in Tucson. The old guys are tired and want to go home to see their wives; the young guys are tired of Tucson and want to go home to get drunk while packing.

On the bus ride back, Tristen jams himself against Adam’s side and whispers secrets in his ear while Adam puts a hand on his thigh. They don’t get off because they don’t actively have a death wish in a cramped bus on a 12-hour trip back to San Jose, but it’s a nice way to end the season, Adam’s hand curled against the soft fabric of Tristen’s sweats, his thumb crooked against the fold of Tristen’s hip. Tristen lists off everything he’s afraid of with his lips almost touching Adam’s ear: not making the show, losing his mom, animals with rabies, dying by himself and not being found for three days, junkyards at night, the brief moment when the power goes out in a snowstorm and he remembers how much bigger the world is, how small his place is within it.

“You got a big place right here,” says Adam. He pats his heart. Tristen makes a humming noise and presses his lips against the shell of Adam’s ear.

Tristen is also afraid of dying in an electric chair and sentient ants feeling pain and the idea that he might someday forget how to read. Adam presses his hand against his thigh, and Tristen sighs.

;;

Packing is so stupid. Like, who invented packing. Most of their shit, they’re just throwing out because they don’t have time to resell it. However, Buchi is determined to sell the furniture and somehow manages to get rid of the couch while Adam and Tristen are throwing out kitchenware in the big dumpster out back. They were gone for, like, ten minutes. The whole couch is gone when they open the front door.

“You didn’t even give us a chance to say goodbye!” says Adam, outraged.

“That was on purpose,” says Buchi wearily.

Tristen goes up to him and wraps his arms around Buchi’s stomach. He lifts Buchi off the ground. “No matter what happens in the offseason, bro,” he says, “you’ll always be my favorite in this apartment.”

“What,” says Adam. “After all the times I sucked your dick!”

“I don’t want to be your favorite,” says Buchi. “Put me down. Augh.”

Tristen sets him down. “Gonna miss you two,” he says to them. He puts his hands on his hips. “I’m so fucking bored of packing. Do you guys want to get pie?”

They’re almost done. It’s mostly just taking out trash at this point and selling the furniture. Buchi’s got buyers lined up and everything. The three of them are spending tonight at a cheap airport hotel before they dip for their respective countries for the summer. It’s not looking good for Montana returning next season, and they all know it.

“Yeah, sure,” says Adam.

Buchi waves them off.

Tristen drives them up to San Mateo because they didn’t time it right for the train. He parks on the street. Adam honestly does not know how this guy never got ticketed, but it’s not like he’s any better, so.

They get out of the car and go to the pie store. Tristen pauses with his hand on the door handle. “You’re actually my favorite,” he says to Adam.

“Aw,” says Adam. “You’re my favorite too.”

“Roommates against next year?” Tristen asks.

“Fuck, obviously.”

“Okay,” says Tristen. He gets a sweet little smile on his face, bright like the flowers that have been exploding out of cracks in the pavement all over the Bay Area this spring. “Okay, good.”

Adam kisses his cheek. Tristen’s smile gets bigger. He opens the door, and they get pie.

#unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #i am once again putting baby sharks on caltrain

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: AIC 1

It would have been really fucking cool to use Hiraishin seals to bring objects to her instead of traveling to objects. Aiko kept that thought in mind, and not how phenomenally the experiment had failed.

'Fuck if I know why I ended up where I did. Fucking random. Shouldn't I have ended up near a seal?'

There was exactly no chance that Aiko had ever left a seal in Mizugakure.

"Bloodline user!"

Especially not, you know, in the reign of Yagura. Who was giving her an unpleasant look, and leaping backwards as his guards moved forward with blood in their eyes.

At least it wasn't her first time travel mishap. She quickly focused on the important part.

"I was not!" Aiko retorted, ducking under a machete that should have taken off her head. It made a slicing sound when it passed over.

Unfair. What kind of idiot assumed a bloodline was responsible when someone appeared out of the shadows-

Oh. Shit.

She cheesed it, sprinting past the surprised shouts and reflexive projectiles. Aiko went up a building face, scorching the stone facing and accidentally blowing chips off with too much chakra. At least three Mist-nin followed with more grace.

'Did I just start the Bloodline Purge?' she wondered in the part of her head that wasn't going 'oh shit oh shit oh shit when the hell am I?' because history had never been her strong suit.

That would be embarrassing. But at least it wasn't boring…

Luckily or not, a few days later Aiko managed to track down a newspaper that confirmed she should find a textbook when she went home.

'So how long do I have to wait until Mei-nee-chan kills Yagura and I can have a friend with an important hat?'

Ugh. Aiko turned the newspaper to the front page to glare accusatively at the date again. The man selling the papers cleared his throat.

"Have a cold?" she asked, not really caring.

'I'm eleven at this point. Or…' Aiko looked down to confirm that her body was very much that of an adult, as it should be. 'Well. One of me is eleven.'

It'd be a while until that shitty situation was resolved in Mizu. Not that it was like, Aiko's problem or anything. She didn't care.

Aiko scowled, crumpling the newspaper in disgust and stomping off.

Even in her short-circuited confusion, Aiko had had enough sense to travel west. She'd lost her pursuers when she'd vaulted over the village wall and blown up a cart full of goji berries. She had only felt a little sorry for the tradesperson she'd probably bankrupted, because it had been pretty funny.

She'd had to switch to traveling over the water after only an hour of running after losing her pursuers, at which point she'd relaxed the pace down to a ground-eating lope. Island nations were funny that way. Nothing like Konoha.

'Is that where I should be going?'

Aiko sighed and ran her hands through her hair, fingers catching first on a knot and then the tangled mess that had been a braid.

First of all, she should find somewhere to stay for the night and get cleaned up. She was attracting sideways looks. But she didn't have a change of clothes, damnit, and what she was wearing would not last well through repeated wear.

But come on, it was normal to do things like seal experimentation in one's pajamas. If it had worked, she would probably have at most endured the awkwardness of bringing Yamato to her kitchen along with the kunai in his possession. Instead, it had been like… like her sense of her seals had caught, stuttered, and then re-focused on nothing that she recognized. Like she was suddenly on the wrong radio frequency, tuning into someone else's conversation.

Instead, Aiko was wandering the business district of a smallish city two islands away from the capital of Mizugakure at twilight in puppy-patterned shorts and a wide-strapped tank top. At least she had real sandals on; through they were leather-bottomed strappy affairs and not shinobi grade equipment. She started to keep an eye out for a hotel to spend the night.

Wait. She didn't have any money with her.

Well, she could just go home and-

She couldn't. Not really. Her gut churned. At eleven, she was an unfriendly Chuunin with more arrogance than experience. Okay, even if she got past village security, and the Hokage believed her (okay, he probably would, since they had gone through this time travel thing before), what was she expecting? Who was going to leap to help her? Jiraiya could probably help her figure out what she'd done, but he wasn't in Konoha.

Figuring out what she'd done wouldn't get her back home, though. It might not even be possible. She couldn't sense her seals at all. Was she going to have to live out the next nine years until she was back where she was supposed to be?

That didn't quite make sense. She couldn't resume her own life, because she would already be living it.

'So… do I need to find a new life and live it?' Aiko wondered. 'Just… do whatever feels right and will keep me amused?'

Terrifying. Annoying. Also interesting.

The worst part was that no one knew who she was, and her hard-earned reputation was gone. The best part was that no one knew who she was, and she could do whatever the hell she wanted with no consequences whatsoever. Who was going to stop her, Tsunade?

She stopped smiling, because the expression had grown so wide that all her teeth were showing and a woman had just jerked her child out of Aiko's path with wide, appalled eyes.

'You know what would be really funny?'

Yes. Yes, she really did. Aiko took a moment to think it through, coming up with the vague notion of baffling and tormenting people she didn't like. If she went cross-continental and set up a skeleton of Hiraishin tags, it'd be a lot safer. She plotted out the easiest route to cover absentmindedly, jiggling open a third-floor hotel window and hoisting herself in. She showered first, using all the complimentary shampoo and conditioner. Aiko wrinkled her nose, but laid out the same outfit for the next day, and crawled into bed.

'Now that I know my tags are at risk if Obito grabs me through kamui, I just won't let that happen. If he moves toward me, I'll just up and go. It's not like he'll know who I am, or have the same interest in me.'

Aiko woke up in the dead of the night to go shopping. Whatever city she was in had a vibrant nightlife, but she actually seemed less out of place than she had during the day. Smiling, Aiko nodded at a group of drunks stumbling down the street.

'I should get more changes than I think I'll need. Nothing I can buy here will be the industrial, reinforced materials that I'm used to in Konoha.'

That didn't bother her, to be honest. That was what she'd made do with when she was running with Obito, and it wasn't like armor was integral to her fighting style.

When she found a likely looking boutique, Aiko slipped around to the alley and forced the back door open. The clothes she found were a little off-putting, truth be told. Civilian fashion in Mist nine years back had apparently tended toward pastels and very low necklines, cut in dramatic vees. They would look a lot better on soft, curvy civilian women than they would on her. She frowned at them. After a little digging, she found a less unnlikely blue top with a silvery modesty panel, and paired it with a green knee-length skirt. She changed right there on the sales floor, eagerly dropping her day-old pajamas. Aiko walked away from the dirty clothes, keeping an eye out for the next item on her list. She found a reasonably secure and chic pink backpack- a tiny purse sized thing with spindly straps, but at least it wouldn't flap around like a purse would when she ran.

At the counter, she found a pad of stationary and a pen. She took the whole thing, scribbling storage seals on the first pages and picking out spare outfits to tuck away. Her pajamas went in too, as did all but one of a packet of headbands and some scrunchies. Aiko took a moment to make a pouty face at her reflection on a mirror, taking care to make sure her hair fell nicely around her new accessory.

There was absolutely nothing useful in terms of footwear, unfortunately. Her sandals were drastically out of place, so she packed up and went on search of another, more promising store.

When she thought she had enough equipment (and it was a damn shame that she didn't have a single weapon of any sort, how annoying) Aiko hefted her little bag and the notepad inside. She set out, taking care to brush not one but three seals into the coastal city she'd ended up in. It seemed like a pretty safe little hideout, truth be told. Then she left over the water, headed for the mainland. She came ashore in Wave Country.

'Isn't this nostalgic?' Aiko tilted her head, slowing to a walk as she crossed a bridge. She was pulling her hair up into something neater to cope with the humidity and heat when she noticed the first thin, hungry-eyed civilian.

That was what she remembered. Hmm. Yes, she was only about a year away from when her team would swing by and kill Gato, wasn't she? He must be in his heyday. Curious, Aiko made a detour for the little town she remembered, bending to scoop up a rock, plant a seal on it, and then toss it into the underbrush.

The civilians were already starving, thin and desperate under the despotic reign of someone with no concept of ensuring a capable workforce. Aiko frowned, wondering why Gato was so incompetent. There wasn't really any point to brow-beating the civilians like this. If he was greedy, why wasn't he attempting to profit off of this? He was already the only game in town. He could offer jobs with low pay, stifle the competition, especially since there was currently no easy connection to the mainland, and make a helluva lot of money. He didn't even have to be hated to do it.

'I'll never understand some people.' Contemplative, Aiko perched on a tree and swung her legs. The town woke sluggishly. A few people kept chickens, and they were up at a decent time to take care of the poultry. Fishermen and women headed out next, craggy and sun-burnt people with scarred hands. And… that was it? She frowned. There should be kids heading to school, businesses opening, that kind of thing. But there just wasn't.

Boo. Maybe she should do something.

On the other hand, she wasn't interested in heroics, and they'd be saved in a year anyway. But jeeze, it seemed kind of bitchy to leave them to suffer for so long. Aiko frowned, trying to pick out why she was so reluctant to interfere. It wasn't like she cared about making sure the mission went as planned when her team came out, so that wasn't it. Was it? Not exactly.

'That's the first time they're really out of Konoha- the only location I can reasonably confirm. If I leave this situation fundamentally unchanged, that'll be my first opportunity to see familiar faces from Konoha.'

And maybe, if she were totally honest, she was a little interested in being scouted by Konoha. She wasn't a missing nin on anyone's books, so she wasn't a criminal. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. She'd stolen from other towns, but she wouldn't take from already starving mouths here.

She could just be a wandering shinobi- someone who'd picked up their trade from a village outsider. It was no crime to be taught by a missing nin, or a parent.

'And Konoha likes Uzumaki. I mean. The Sandaime just scooped Karin up like she was an extra tomato at the market or something.'

She felt cheered, for a moment. Then she realized-

'I don't actually have the traditional Uzumaki looks.'

Okay. When she stood between Naruto and Karin, it was obvious that she belonged. But on her own? Uzumaki wouldn't be the first thought.

Her hair was red, but not the iconic shade. Her face was too pointy to be the feminine ideal, yeah, but her features tended more toward the sharp eyes, brows, and thin lips of her dad and not the wide cheeks, pointed chin, and sharp-tipped nose of her mom.

'Well. I'm close enough. I have chakra chains and I know a lot of fuinjutsu. Anyone who's familiar with Uzumaki traits would put that together.'

That sounded like another reason to wait for team seven. Uzushiogakure had fallen long enough ago that there weren't many active ninja left from its heyday. Like, Tsunade was a bit young to have had much interaction, and that was a bad sign. But Kakashi had known Kushina. He'd clue in, if she was obvious enough.

'I don't know if it's a reason or a pretense, but that's what I'm going with.'

That did leave Aiko with plenty of time to kill. Sort of.

'How do I know when we're about to come? I'm not going to hang out and wait for a year.'

Not in this dingy little backwater, anyway. Besides, she had plans. She had people to pretend to meet for the first time, people to kill, and, uh, people to confuse. She was starting to notice a theme. Hmm.

'Is it possible that I'm just a really rude person?'

Maybe. Oh well. She dismissed the thought for more important matters.

'Zabuza. He's a big enough name that word gets around. If I keep my ear to the ground and pay attention to what he's doing, I can be reasonably certain of the timing. I'll just wait for him to move into Wave to work for Gato.'

Feeling cheered, Aiko added several stops to her cross-continental tour to check for information. She stopped in disreputable bars, a harbor with a significant smuggling presence, and one opium den that she was familiar with from her time running illicit materials.

It turned out that it was hard to coast on the reputation of her dangerous terrorist organization whilst

A. the terrorist organization was currently obscure to the point of irrelevance B. she was not a member of the terrorist organization anyway

"Please let me see your books?" Aiko tried, tilting her head to the side.

The information broker looked unimpressed, crossing enormous tattooed arms. "Smiling isn't going to work. Flirting isn't going to work. Violence isn't going to work. If you don't have the cash, you'd better either leave or just kill me now." His expression dared her to try.

Sullen, Aiko held up a finger to indicate one moment. "I'll be back."

"Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." He picked his romance novel back up.

'Information extracted through torture is the least reliable,' Aiko reminded herself. Her hand curled into a fist. Instead of leaving, she exited the sideroom into the bar area, taking a moment to primp. She pinched her cheeks and lips. She took down her ponytail and ran her hands through her hair. Then she plastered a glassy, half-drunk-and-happy-about-it expression on her face and sauntered into the bar.

She scanned the room. Forty-two people, one drug deal, seven couples, one group of three who weren't friends, and-

One man eying her up from behind a nearly empty glass with some dark liquid nestled in ice.

Aiko made direct eye contact, raised an eyebrow, and indicated the bathroom with about the level of subtlety one might expect from drunks.

There was a moment of, 'Cool, really?' before the dark-haired stranger excused himself from his friends and started towards the restrooms, glancing at her questioningly. Aiko gave a huge, visible sigh, and walked into the men's restroom, fully expecting him to follow. She closed her eyes, focusing just enough to force her eyes to filter to the Rinnegan.

When her new friend opened the door, Aiko immediately whammied him with what was probably an unsafe amount of chakra and the compulsion to sleep. He dropped like a fish. Like, physically dropped.

'I always forget that part.'

Aiko lunged to break his fall, and wished she'd waited a second longer to jump the guy, because the door caught on the poor chump's foot. She wheezed, painstakingly dragging her victim out of the way. The door shut sheepishly, cutting off the ambient noise of conversation and distant radio programming.

His wallet was in his back pocket. Aiko picked out what she needed and fished the pen out of her bag to scribble an apologetic face on the back of a receipt. Before leaving, she propped the poor civilian up against a clean-ish wall and hid his wallet in his shoe. Getting robbed once was probably enough.

'The stealing is getting old. Besides, it's sloppy procedure to leave a constant trail like that. People talk.'

With that in mind, Aiko left a meeting with the now pliant-if-not-pleasant information broker with the knowledge that Zabuza had last been seen in Grass and the additional tidbit rumor of a nearby client who could use a hand with something he'd rather not approach a shinobi village for. She felt better with some good, honest work on the radar.

Well. You know. As honest as she felt like being. Aiko didn't give it too much thought, because serving as some rich bratling's inconspicuous guard paid pretty well and she only had to step in occasionally when her employer's drunk kid insulted someone bigger. Besides, the gig came with all the knives she could pocket from the jumpy genin washout who was working as the partygirl's other escort. Aiko needed them more than he did anyway. He was a genin working outside the village system, for crap's sake. He wasn't going to last the year.

'Maybe that means he needs the weapons more than I do?'

Well. She could use them better, anyway. Aiko ended the mission with money in her pocket, four kunai and an increasingly paranoid, twitchy coworker.

He stayed.

Aiko considered leaving without saying anything. It wasn't really her business. But they hadn't been a bad team- he looked like hired muscle and drew the attention, while she looked like another vapid rich kid slumming and hit the people who were still looking suspiciously at the genin. It wasn't a bad system, although it was one in which he was tragically disposable if his partner didn't care to watch his back.

'It is not going to be long before he runs into someone he can't handle. He looks big and scary, but he's just a baby, really.'

"You should probably get out while you're ahead," Aiko commented as she counted up her pay notes. "You're not cut out for this." The genin stood abruptly and walked out without comment.

'Fine. I tried.'

The next jobs she picked up were head-hunting gigs. They paid without any questions and she didn't risk making any friends.

Months passed in that way. Aiko slipped around the cracks of human refuse, slumming at the bottom of the barrel and taking missions that were advertised as better for a team. There was increased risk and hard nights without sleep, but she made bank by pocketing pay meant for more people. She saved up a fair bit of money.

It was… Thrilling and satisfying, actually. But lonely, yeah. She tried summoning her dogs- it didn't work. She could summon other animals, but not the ones she knew and cared about it. That was a harder blow than the loss of her Konoha citizenship, truth be told. She could probably go back if she really wanted to, and worm her way into the lives of people she might eventually miss. But if Mitsuo and Hōseki weren't answering her call, it meant that they were unable to.

They were never going to be able to.

Melancholy, Aiko spent far too much money in a bar that night. Nothing cheered her up- not the alcohol, not fleecing civilians at dart games, and not throwing an offended patron through a window when she became increasingly buzzed and forget to downplay her aim.

'I haven't heard anything about Zabuza in a while,' Aiko mused. 'I'll treat myself. Do something fun. Just be a real shithead. Then I'll check in on him.'

Still tipsy, she checked into a dive hotel for the night and tried to judge her location on the decent map of Hiraishin tags she'd made in the time she'd been stranded.

She determined that her geographical abilities were lacking enough that she would not attempt to relocate herself to a safehouse she hadn't been to in years while buzzed.

Sober, the next morning, on the other hand, Aiko seamlessly tugged on reality. It deposited her in the attic of the Akatsuki safehouse she'd been aiming for.

Aiko shrugged. Close enough. She jogged down the stairs and idly held up a hand in greeting when she passed by an open bedroom door. "Yo."

Iwa no Deidara grunted in response. By the time he'd jerked his head back up with a, "Wait, what?" Aiko was stepping into the kitchen in search of liquids that would chase off her hangover.

"Morning." Aiko nodded, keeping her tone bored.

Kisame opened his mouth and let coffee splash onto the table. He gave her a bewildered look.

'More cautious than I thought. He's probably wondering who brought me, and if Pein will kill him for attacking me. For all he knows, I'm a new hire, or someone from management.'

"Need a rag?" Still pretending that she belonged there, Aiko pulled open the top drawer, rolled her eyes at the measuring cups inside, and then tried another drawer down. The ex-Mist nin accepted the cloth she tossed.

'Don't smile. Don't. It'll undermine what I have going on here.'

She could feel her lips twitch. It was okay. She was turned away enough that he couldn't see it. Aiko controlled her expression and pulled down a teacup and saucer. When she turned around, she was all business. "Is there anything half-decent?"

The Mist Nuke-nin nodded cautiously, jerking his shoulder toward a cupboard. "I'd avoid the ocha. It's old. The rest is fine."

Uchiha Itachi wandered into the kitchen, made himself a bowl of green tea ice cream, and left without acknowledging her presence. It took half an hour for Pein to notice the intrusion, or to decide to deal with it. When the most familiar Path strode into the kitchen, Aiko was in the middle of checking the math in Kisame's checkbook.

"Kunoichi."

Aiko waved him off. "Just a minute," she said distractedly. "Thanks."

Inconspicuously, Kisame pushed his chair away from hers. He didn't reach out to pull away his checks, though.

"I do not repeat myself." Pein intoned darkly.

'Oh god, this is too easy.'

She cupped a hand to her ear. "Sorry, what?" Aiko mimed confusion. "I didn't hear that."

"I do not-" Pein cut his automatic response off, giving her a downright vicious glare.

'Moron.'

Aiko leapt across the table and tackled Pein to the ground.

Or, like, that was the idea. Instead she smacked into him with about the result she'd expect from charging a wall. The teacup in her hand even shattered from the collision, leaving her holding onto a curved shard the length of her bent finger. Because she was in fact a kunoichi and not a professional wrestler, Aiko flipped away and flung her kunai. They tik-tik-tik-tikt into the walls as he dodged them, moving all the way around her.

Which was, you know, fine. Because she now had two kunai embedded in the east wall, one in the south, and one in the west wall, and they were all Hiraishin.

Pein really literally did not see her coming. She appeared behind him, already jabbing her piece of broken glass forward and up through his brain stem.

'It's not really him anyway.' Aiko stepped back hastily to avoid the falling body; because Pein's favorite corpse to puppet around was super heavy with metal and what was probably ten years of slow rot.

The actual Pein was probably blinking somewhere from the sudden loss of sight and kicking at his wheelchair.

'I bet he's so confused.'

She cackled, tossing her head back and letting her blood-stained china fall from her hand.

"Serves you right, asshole," Aiko wheezed. "With your creepy jutsu and shit." She controlled herself enough to bend and wiggle out one of the metal piercings powering the corpse. She was kinda curious about how that worked. It wasn't really her style to be so far removed from a fight (that seemed like it would take the fun out of things) but it never hurt to pick up a technique.

Kisame cleared his throat just as she tucked the jewelry into her bra for safekeeping. Aiko turned around to see that he was holding out a clean teacup with a suspiciously neutral expression.

"Thank you." She took it. She let him pour her a new cup.

'Well, he did come from Mist. I think succession does traditionally go that way.'

"What now?" Hoshigaki Kisame was completely unfazed. Perhaps he could be described as politely interested, but that would be a stretch.

Aiko shrugged. The answer was obvious. 'Pein will regroup and come charging in here, a lot more prepared this time, at which point I will get the hell out of town.'

Of course, she knew that, and Konan would know that, but no one else would. It wasn't like Pein went around explaining the fundaments of his techniques and letting the implied weaknesses hang in the air.

"I'm taking command of this boyband," Aiko decided, spinning her now empty cup around the table with a finger. "You will be the cool one. Kakuzu-kun can be the one with a beard; Deidara-san is the eye candy, and Konan-chan is our manager. Oro- is Orochimaru here? If so, he's our androgynous, hypnotically dangerous backup singer." She pretended to think, tapping at her chin. "And Itachi-kun can just go home and think about his life choices."

Kisame eyed her up for a long moment. He shrugged without offering comment.

There was a snigger. "I am the cute one," Iwa no Deidara agreed from the door, delighted. He stepped over Pein's feet and pulled out a chair with an obnoxious scraping sound. "So who the hell are you, yeah?"

"Aiko, pleased to meet you." She favored him with a nod. Both men stiffened a little when she clapped her hands as loudly as possible. She injected seriousness into her tone. "Okay! So. The actual plan." They waited. She noted that Uchiha Itachi and Akasuna no Sasori were listening from another room. "You will play the biwa," Aiko decided, pointing at Kisame with her whole hand. He lifted an eyebrow. "Deidara-san, you're on percussion. I'm talking controlled explosions, in the crowd, laying down the beat."

The blonde leaned forward, enraptured. Someone, probably Sasori, made a disgusted sound from the back of their throat. Kisame just shrugged, not protesting or agreeing.

And Pein was moving toward her position fast, angry and covering a lot of ground. Aiko made one last brilliant attempt to baffle them with bullshit, forcing her body language to remain loose and untroubled as she got up to rinse out her cup. "Anyway, eat your vegetables and look both ways before you cross the street. Tell Konan that I'm sorry about her shoes when you see her." She probably cut off her last word, using Hiraishin to flee the country when Pein blew through the front wall.

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #clarity #AIC #Aiko in Canon

[bpdrenga]

i cannot wait for the first day i wake up to you.

i’d wake up first because we both know you aren’t capable of waking up before 10am.

i’ll stare in disbelief at the way the sun hits your face perfectly because i truly didn’t think you could glow any brighter.

i cannot wait to make our breakfast, being sure to make myself coffee so i have the energy to put up with you for the day but making you your fruit tea because despite being 18, you are somehow incapable of standing the bitterness of coffee.

i’ll wake you up and you’ll tell me to get the fuck away from you and i’ll laugh because even when you’re tired you are still just as shitty.

you’ll eventually wake up though, you’ll hug me and thank me for breakfast and i’ll say not to thank me because it is the bare minimum.

i cannot wait to lay on your bed while you yell about how you don’t know what to wear for our first real date and how you want us to match but i don’t own anything in blue.

i’ll tell you you look great in every outfit you put on and of course you’ll tell me to shut the fuck up because i *clearly* don’t know anything.

i’ll braid your hair into two braids and you’ll rest your head on my legs and i’ll scold you because i can tell you’re falling asleep but we still have the day ahead of us.

i cannot wait to grab your hand and walk out of the house. i’ll hand you an airpod and tell you to listen to the new song i found, it’ll be our song. always.

we’ll walk to a bakery and even though it’s 12pm, you’ll still ask for a slice of ice cream cake and even though i think it’s a gross decision, i’ll pay the $7 for it.

i cannot wait to take picture of you on a polaroid camera while you feed the turtles at the zoo. you’ll yell at me for the fifth time that day about how bad the picture is (it’s my favorite).

you’ll take one of me looking at an ant on the ground and i’ll complain about how it’s a bad angle (it’s your favorite).

i cannot wait to look at you lovingly when you order for me at a restaurant because i’ve gone mute and need a break.

we’ll walk home hand in hand laughing about the day and all the pictures we took.

when we get home we’ll lay in bed eating snacks and leftovers from the restaurant while watching the harry potter movies (again).

i *can* wait to wake you up because you fell asleep in my arms and you need to wash your makeup off but you look so peaceful that it feels criminal to wake you up.

you’re groggy and drained and i help your wash your face and tie your hair back. i’ll always help you.

we get in bed and you’re scrolling on your phone in the dark and i’m looking at you. i’ll tear up a bit knowing that we have two weeks of this and god only knows when it’ll happen again.

i cannot wait to tell you i am in love with you and how scared i am to lose you (i am) just for you to say that we are fine and will be because you love me just as much (you can’t, i know that).

#gay #lgbtq #nblnb love #nblnb post #t4t nblnb #nblnb #nblnb yearning #nblnb thoughts #nblnb textpost #trans nblnb #lesbian

[scary-lasagna]

You said Jeff's a dirty talker? I would like to request a drabble based around that, if you don't mind. -Unus anon

oh god it's been a while since i drabbled smut. Keep in mind this is Yan!Jeff, regular Jeff is definitely not this good at dirty talking. nor am i so bare me

tw: knife play, blood play, degradation, a few slaps

Yan!Jeff [Look at me, Sweetface] [NSFW]

'Such a dirty little whore,' You recalled him saying moments before he approached the bed. His words still echoed in your mind, and embarrassingly enough, you liked it. And boy did he know it.

"Are you squirming in fear, or are you just excited by my mere presence?" The killer cooed, allowing the bite of his blade to mercilessly drag across your skin. Sighing through a hungry growl, Jeff attacked your skin with thirsty kisses, lapping up the crimson ribbons with a dangerous eagerness. "I really can't tell." He giggled more to himself than to your squirming whimpers.

Jeff dragged his tongue along the open slit above your nipple, "Oh, you taste so sweet, my little cumslut. How many orgasms do you think you'll have tonight? Five? Six? Maybe we can even shoot for ten, whaddya say?"

You hissed at the sting of his tongue cruising your open, bleeding wound and gripped your pillow to distract a moan from arising.

"I'll take that as a yes.~" Jeff suckled on your skin, no doubt attempting to bruise you up with blooms of blue and grey with attentive kisses.

How did you even get into this situation? You locked the door after coming home from work and, like a fool, you thought Jeff couldn't find a way past the window lock.

Wrong.

He's a trained killer, of course he'll find a way past the shitty, now half broken lock.

And he entered right before you reached your climax while masturbating.

The same man that destroyed your life over and over always had you screaming in bliss by the end of the night. You loved the feeling he gave you, the pleasure that no other person could even dream of giving you.

"Holy Hell, I cannot wait to feel what it's like inside your needy hole.

He obsessed over your body, your cute moans and whimpers as he squeezed and tongued your flesh, the way your spine jerked if he thrust just right, your memorizing ruby river that complimented your skin so beautifully that he just had to suck it out like a bloodthirsty vampire. Maybe that's why you loved this crazy fucker so much. He loved you to death and back.

You were already naked, and Jeff couldn't help the disappointment of the lack of joy he felt when slicing your clothes off. He supposes there's always next time to indulge in his own fantasies.

"That blood of yours is so sweet, like red licorice." His gravelly voice purred along your chest as he traveled down your bare body. His knife delicately crossed your nipple, you couldn't help the involuntary goosebumps that riddled your legs from the sheer cold and sharpness of the blade.

You often wondered how you were still alive after all of this time, especially as you watched him dangle his small amount of mercy by a small thread in front of you each day.

"I need you like I need air to breathe, my [Y/N]. You make me so fucking hungry for your body, your voice, and that sweet succulent taste I can't find on any other human." The singed ends of his hair grazed your sensitive skin as he snuggled between your thighs.

One lick. Then two. Then three. You were so sensitive from earlier that you were already so close to cumming. Your thighs jerked around his dancing lips and your hips bucked against his desperate hands, clawing and digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Ah, ah. Not yet, doll. We have a whole night ahead of us, don't we?"

#im terrible at writing dirty talk im so sorry your eyes had to witness this but I tried and that's what matters #if there's any typos im sorry it's 2am and i am tired but this is the only timei have good inspiration and motivation #jeff #yandere #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #scenario

[jungkookienoona]

Total Eclipse Pt 6

Recommended Song: When The Seasons Change by Five Finger Death Punch

|Chapters|Masterlist|

Summary:

After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.

Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU

Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. SMUT.

Word Count: 1179

Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.

I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.

Jungkook had just wrestled his assailant off him when he saw your neck get sliced open by the undead thing's nails. It was ugly, jagged, like it had been trying to tear your throat out. Time seemed to stop then, when the thing let go, your body falling to the ground as he just watched in shock.

"Y/N!"

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening.

And then time kickstarted again and he was seeing red. He jumped up to his feet and grabbed the creature closest to him and thrust it face first into the wall, its head exploding from the shear force behind the action, covering his hand in viscera that splattered on to him as well. The next one, the one with your blood on its hands leaped onto his back, trying to rip and tear its way through his suit but failing. Jungkook flipped it over his shoulder and onto the floor, stomping into its chest cavity, crushing its heart beneath his boot. For extra measure, he took one of his crescent blades and hacked at the thing's neck until it had separated from its body.

His breathing was ragged when he finally stopped, dropping his blade to rush over to where you lay unmoving. His mask dissolved away.

"No no no." His hands hovered over you, unsure of what to do before pulling up into his arms, he called forth Khonshu's power to heal and watched as… nothing happened. "Khonshu! Why isn't it working? Heal her please!" He pleaded.

"She is beyond my reach, my son."

"Bullshit. You brought me back. Bring her back too. Bring her back!"

"That's because I chose you for my avatar. I can only have one at a time."

"Then make her your avatar! Take this power and bring her back to me!"

"... You know she would never agree to that."

Jungkook wailed, holding you tighter and trying again to revive you, tears falling freely as he pressed his head to yours, "Please, please, if there are any other gods out there, any listening, please… she didn't deserve this. I'm begging you, bring her back. I'll do whatever you ask, just don't let this be the end."

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“You poor little human, touched by Khonshu. Slain during your quest to keep humanity safe before it even began. Those guardians don’t know friend from foe.” Came a regal voice.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a lounge of some kind. Across from you sat a goddess with a lioness head. They were either Hathor or Sekhmet. The problem of knowing which was in front of you currently was that they were essentially two halves of one whole sharing a body. 

“Where am I?”

“This is a vessel travelling outside space and time, inside the Othervoid and you, little human, are dead.”

“I kind of gathered that.”

The goddess chuckled, “We have an offer for you, so you can return. We are Hathor and Sekhmet, goddesses of love, war, healing, destruction, transition, vengeance, protector of pharaohs in war and death. The eye of Ra. Normally we keep out of human affairs but we cannot risk Ammit being released. So, we are in need of a warrior. Bind yourself to us to protect this world and the one you love, be our hands and eyes in the mortal world.” The goddess stood and held her hand out to you, “In exchange for your life, do you swear to love and protect those who are worthy and to avenge them should they come to harm?”

You reached for her hand, so much larger than your own, “I do.”

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Light filled your vision, much like when Khonshu had given you his sight. With a gasp you pulled air back into your empty lungs. You could feel the gash across your neck stitch itself shut. You were still getting your bearings so it took you a second to realise you were being clutched in Jungkook’s arms, he was quaking, sobbing. You raised a hand onto his shoulder, getting his attention. Jungkook startled, pushing you away just enough to get a good look at you. And you him.

His suit was covered in blood, whose you didn’t know, his mask was down. His face was red and blotchy from crying, hair a mess and his eyes not glowing.

“Y/N! Oh thank the gods! Whichever one answered my prayer. Khonshu said there was nothing we could do and I- I- Y/N… Don’t you dare die on me again.” 

He pulled you into him again, squeezing you tightly, using your breathing as an anchor for his volatile emotions. 

You wrapped your arms around him, “It's okay. I’m back, I’m here.”

“I see you have become the avatar to the Eye of Ra, little starling… or should I say little sun?”

Strange, you still couldn’t see him.

“Honestly, cousin, I can’t believe you let your avatar’s lover die like that. Look at the poor boy, he’s shaken beyond belief. Although, I doubt you would understand. You’re still a child.” You jumped a little when you saw your goddess appear, arms crossed and a playful smirk on her features. “Little human, what would you like to wear as our warrior?”

“Something practical I guess.”

“So be it.”

The goddess clicked her fingers and Jungkook let go so you could stand. Red linen snaked around you like how Jungkook’s bandages did when forming his suit. But unlike his suit, your arms were left bare from fabric, instead adorned with golden braces. You had no cape or mask either. Instead you were in a red thigh length tunic with slits up to the hip, over that you had a type of kilt Egyptian men wore in the ancient times, on your hips was a golden belt with two Khopesh blades. And luckily your legs were covered in a pair of loose fitting white trousers, similar to sweatpants but… better was the only way you could put it. It was like a mix of the modern and the ancient past had formed your attire. 

“Wow, I’m almost jealous,” Jungkook praised, “but your eyes aren’t glowy… Is that not compulsory?”

“I guess Khonshu has a flare for the dramatic,” you offered, “now come on, we have a jaded ex to stop.”

"Be careful, little starling, Sekhmet is not a goddess to be trifled with. Her bloodlust is legendary," Khonshu's voice echoed in your head as you made your way deeper into the tomb, Jungkook close behind.

You were aware of this already. In myth Sekhmet was made from Ra's anger at humanity. You had read how Sekhmet decimated humanity and ignored Ra's orders to stop. How she had to be tricked into drinking beer for her rampage to end. And how, for a time, she left the gods in anger at being tricked, making Ra's power diminish and Thoth had to persuade her to return. 

You took hold of your Khopesh, which were lighter than you expected, and prayed that Hathor would be the one guiding you through this upcoming fight.

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Note: So this version of Hathor/Sekhmet is different from the Marvel comic depiction of them and is hopefully more in line with actual Egyptian mythology. I'm no expert so if you guys have any useful tid bits or nuggets of info that'd be great :)

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[kae-karo]

hi i need some advice. earlier this year me and one of my best friends had a few big fights that led to us not being friends anymore but we still hang out with mostly the same people. we both got invited to a friendsgiving in a couple weeks and i feel bad that i don't wanna go. she still makes my blood boil and i'm honestly mad that my friends are still friends with her after how she treated me (i know thats not entirely fair and i'm working on it) so to deal with all that on top of my (1/2)

typical anxiety about food and food-centered gatherings might make me have a really shitty time but i wanna see my friends.. idk what to do(2/2) thanks in advance and i hope you're having a good day<3

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hi hello dear!!! first and foremost, i am so sorry to hear what happened with your ex-friend, and very sorry that you're stuck in such a tough position with this other group of friends <3 (also i totally feel u on the food anxiety!!! that can be such a frustrating additional stressor to already stressful situations)

my first suggestion would be to communicate (assuming you haven't already!!) with the friends you want to hang out with - based on the fact that they invited both you and the ex-friend to the friendsgiving, i'm guessing they aren't really expecting there to be a major issue, but they might not be aware of how you feel on the situation! very honestly, if you don't feel comfortable being around the ex-friend in that kind of situation, i might just chat with the friends and see if there's another time they can all hang out (i know that's always a bit of a challenge with aligning schedules!!) - hell, maybe solve both problems at once, are they able to do something with you sometime in the near future that doesn't involve food? ik food is often central to Hangout Events of varying sorts, but if there are any events that you'd be more comfy with, maybe start there and see if they have time to have a second hangout event without the ex-friend! or, if you can't get everyone together, maybe some time for hanging out just one-on-one with each of the friends? either way, your comfort is still important in a relationship, and hopefully they understand that!!

if that's not really feeling like an option for you (totally understood!) and/or you do want to go to the friendsgiving (for the purpose of seeing the friends), are there any friends within that group that you feel close enough to that you could let them know about your stress and request some support during the friendsgiving? i'm not sure the whole style of the event or number of friends you have attending, but if there's any reasonable chance of mostly avoiding the ex-friend, i'd say to give it a go and just have someone (or a few someones) you can lean on if you start to get stressed and need a bit of a break

the alternate to that (or an augmentation to it) would be to have a straight up exit strategy - come up with an excuse (real or not) ahead of time and have it ready for when you feel too overwhelmed. if you have trusted friends there that you feel comfortable informing ahead of time that you might have to leave due to stress or feeling overwhelmed, maybe do that as well! otherwise, invent a minor family situation or errand or work/school/whatever thing or roommate situation or something along those lines to have on hand to get you out of something when you feel like you need to absolutely leave but don't want to make anyone feel upset or targeted or whatever. this has been a lowkey lifesaver for me and made me personally feel a lot more comfortable attending events that i might otherwise shy away from cause i'm worried i'll get completely overwhelmed/overstimmed in some capacity!

ofc, if you're not vibing with going and all signs point to 'miserable' no matter which way you slice it, you may not feel great about forcing yourself to go, which is totally valid! i would still try to coordinate with the friends (since that sounds like the key thing you're really hoping for) to get some more time to hang out, if you can!

hope this helped a bit and sending u very good vibes dear <3

#ask #anon #advice #general caveat #i am assuming that these friends are ones that u would like to #continue being friends with #aka they are mostly treating you well and you enjoy being with them #if that's not the case then i change my answer #to 'hit da bricks'

[bookoformon]

Ether Chapter 4, Part 2. "The Reach."

There was a First Day, and there shall definitely be a Last Day for all of us and for each of us. The reason we were given religion was to teach us how to perfectly avoid any manmade causes for the last day of other persons. We are shitty at this.

When we avoid compassion, equanimity, and equality we upset the balance of the Days and this makes God and man mourn. The Book of Mormon says "come clean now, and exercise faith instead":

6 For the Lord said unto me: They shall not go forth unto the Gentiles until the day that they shall repent of their iniquity, and become clean before the Lord.

7 And in that day that they shall exercise faith in me, saith the Lord, even as the brother of Jared did, that they may become sanctified in me, then will I manifest unto them the things which the brother of Jared saw, even to the unfolding unto them all my revelations, saith Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Father of the heavens and of the earth, and all things that in them are.

8 And he that will contend against the word of the Lord, let him be accursed; and he that shall deny these things, let him be accursed; for unto them will I show no greater things, saith Jesus Christ; for I am he who speaketh.

9 And at my command the heavens are opened and are shut; and at my word the earth shall shake; and at my command the inhabitants thereof shall pass away, even so as by fire.

10 And he that believeth not my words believeth not my disciples; and if it so be that I do not speak, judge ye; for ye shall know that it is I that speaketh, at the last day.

11 But he that believeth these things which I have spoken, him will I visit with the manifestations of my Spirit, and he shall know and bear record. For because of my Spirit he shall know that these things are true; for it persuadeth men to do good.

12 And whatsoever thing persuadeth men to do good is of me; for good cometh of none save it be of me. I am the same that leadeth men to all good; he that will not believe my words will not believe me—that I am; and he that will not believe me will not believe the Father who sent me. For behold, I am the Father, I am the light, and the life, and the truth of the world.

The Spirit of God once again briefly explains who and what He is and why He is interested in us. We debate and miss the point all the time, but here it is in case we choose to want to do that again.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 6: For the Lord said...The Value in Gematria is 661, ו‎ו‎אא, And and aa, "a pie circle." Time is a circle like a pie. There are only so many pieces in the pan. The Jewish concept of time resembles a pie circle. Time is broken down into sections one must traverse one after the other. If one violates the commandments, one loses a slice of the pie.

v. 7: Then will I manifest unto them the things which the brother of Jared [the Management Team] saw.

The Value in Gematria is 9963, טט‎‎ו‎ג‎, "extend your hand."

v. 8: And he that will contend against the word of the Lord, let him be accursed;The Value in Gematria is 10409, אאֶפֶסד‎אֶפֶסט‎, "Where did you print?"

=

"Where did you learn these things?"

v. 9: And at my command the heavens are opened and are shut; and at my word the earth shall shake; and at my command the inhabitants thereof shall pass away, even so as by fire.

The Value in Gematria is 9311, טגאא‎‎‎, "The Reach."

v. 10: And he that believeth not my words....The Value in Gematria is 12748, יבז‎דח, wizdi, "Hook the Seventh, which is enough."

wi=wee= hamate

The hamate bone is one of eight carpal bones that forms part of the wrist joint. The word hamate is derived from the Latin word hamulus which means “a little hook”. It is a wedge-shaped bone with a hook-like process that can be found in the medial side of the wrist. Sometimes it is also called unciform bone.

z=the Seventh

di=enough

If all of mankind is not achieving Shabbat, freedom from effort to achieve an ethical society, then we are not working on the right things. Every man, woman, and child has to put their hand on top of the others for this to happen.

v.11:  But he that believeth these things which I have spoken, him will I visit with the manifestations of my Spirit.

The Value in Gematria is ‎12748, יבזדח‎, "Understanding of the 12, of humanity, of the Aeon."

v. 12a:  And whatsoever thing persuadeth men to do good is of me; for good cometh of none save it be of me. For behold!

The Value in Gematria is 5926, ה‎ט‎בו‎, "You are tabboo" = have fun.

v. 12b: He that will not believe my words will not believe me—that I am; and he that will not believe me will not believe the Father who sent me. For behold, I am the Father, I am the light, and the life, and the truth of the world.

The Value in Gematria is 12561, יבהו‎א "will come."

When mankind's judgement has deteriorated to the lowest point, the Prophet says the Age of Mashiach will begin. As the verse above says, when people stop having fun and become too religious, this is a sign of a gross misunderstanding that will trigger Olam Ha Ba, "the turning of the world" and the Age of Mashiach will begin.

[returntosaturn271995]

Tuesday, September 5th: Dolly, get me through

It's days like this that make me wish I smoked. Not that I regret having clean lungs and all, it's just something soothing to do with my hands while I look off into the sunset of a hard day's work. Had I been born in any other generation or simply a European country, I would have been a smoker. A leathery, yellow-toothed, halitosis-ridden BABE. Sexy as fuck as I chase the work day into night with my nicotine-shaking hands.

Instead, I had to settle for chewing a thumbnail off and taking one solitary toke of my joint because I have such a low tolerance for weed and am not drinking alcohol this month. Lame.

Today was a productive one though, with or without a little treat after. Dolly Parton's 9-to-5 was pumping from my Spotify while I worked my ass off from 6 am to 4 pm and took a 27-minute run on my lunch break (average pace 9 miles an hour).

Another indicator of things changing? My older pairs of jeans are all too tight. My muscle gain has left the delusional corners of my head and entered reality as they are now skin-tight. I felt proud of my slightly-less-chicken-like legs and threw out my old jeans. It was like the scene from ACOSF when Nesta needs new fighting leathers. In fact, a pair of leather leggings that I got from Aritzia years ago and kept for when I finally "got in shape", now fit me perfectly.

Today's Half-Baked Harvest meal was another bougie toast: I toasted some sourdough bread, coated the bottom with pesto sauce, broke a ball of burrata over it, sliced some rainbow cherry tomatoes, torn basil leaves, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, pepper, and sea salt. Mmmmm.

The guy who asked for my number at Palmy's yesterday followed up with a book recommendation. He's sweet but I'm literally going to therapy tomorrow because of how much I don't trust men. Seriously, I'm considering making any interested men put down a security deposit for all of the emotional damage to my ego. I'll thank him for the recommendation, but no more.

As my spiritual leader, Mathew McConaughey, has taught me: sometimes you need to give people a yellow light so you can have your green light in peace.

He was talking about putting boundaries on people interested in his fame, but either way, we don't feel like having a stranger fuck with our peace.

When I finally allowed myself to shut the laptop, I went outside to the lounger and laid back in my green floral dress with the sleeves and my hair around my shoulders. I meditated for 11 minutes on not letting anger, or any kind of emotion, create a feedback loop. To step back and acknowledge my emotions with compassion rather than step forward with absorption. Then my mind unpleasantly spiraled towards Morgan. It's been a year since we've talked.

I wonder who she's angrier at? Me for telling her the truth in an explosively bitchy way, or herself, for trying to cheat on Nathan blacked out? I suppose it doesn't matter. People leave your life for a reason, sometimes you leave theirs. I'm starting to realize that shit wasn't my fault. And that I probably would never have gotten this healthy if I hadn't stopped being the person I was back then. That includes the people I ran around in vicious circles with.

I forgive her. I forgive myself. No, I'm not reopening that chapter. I don't need everyone like I used to. When you're not your own friend, you'll accept some pretty shitty ones. When you're your own friend, you protect yourself enough that you don't go looking for chaos when you're understimulated. You don't confuse lack of purpose for boredom and you don't confuse boredom for loneliness or sex for company. Or drinking as a hobby.

Or a cigarette for a cherry.

[ericsonclan]

Perfect To Us

Summary: Allison and Willy work together to find the perfect Christmas tree.

Word Count: 1857

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Allison felt a chill run up her legs as she walked down the small hallway that led to the living room. The apartment had always been shitty when it came to temperature but now that winter had rolled around it was really cold. The heat in the apartment had crapped out late last night which meant that with any luck on their side the super would get it fixed within the next few days. Allison wasn’t holding out on that luck though and instead had gone out with Willy to pick up two small portable heaters for the apartment. One was currently struggling to warm up the bedroom while the other seemed to be doing a good enough job for Bunso who was curled up on the floor. The cat snored softly as his chest slowly rose and fell with his breathing. Some hisses drew Allison’s attention over to Garbage who seemed content with the tiny Santa hat that Willy had put on the possum’s head late last night. The possum sat in her chewed-up bed, staring over blankly at Allison.

“Yeah, yeah, good morning to you too, you little shit,” Allison wandered into the kitchen and searched around, trying to remember where she had put the coffee grounds she had gotten recently. After a few minutes of searching she successfully found them and started to work on getting some coffee ready, praying that the old piece of shit coffee maker would last until after the holidays.

She stared at the coffee maker, listening to it whistle with effort as it churned out what was sure to be half-assed coffee. A loud meow made her look over to see Bunso make his way over. The gray and white cat purred loudly as he continuously tried to get on his hind legs to headbutt against Allison.

“What? You excited for coffee?” Allison asked and received a bright meow in response. Bunso continued to shower Allison with affection until he decided his paws were getting too cold and wandered back to curl by the heater. Allison shook her head goodnaturedly then worked to pour herself a cup of coffee. She looked in the fridge and took out the cartoon of half n half. Twisting off the cap, she sniffed it, pondered for a second then sniffed it again. With a shrug she poured it into her cracked Christmas mug. Eh, it smelled fresh enough for her. Just as she finished up she heard her boyfriend’s lively footsteps in the hallway. Before Allison had a chance to look his way Willy’s hyper voice appeared.

“Allie! Gooood morning!” Willy slid over in his festive green and red socks, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist as they both awkwardly spun around in the tiny kitchen. The sound of his laughter tickled Allison’s ear causing a soft smile to appear on her lips.

“Morning. Looks like you slept alright?”

“Yep! The bed is chilly without you though so I figured it was time to get up. I bet I slept in a lot!” Willy reached in his pocket and took out his phone to check the time. 6:15 AM. “Well, maybe I didn’t sleep in a lot after all.”

“You don’t have to be up, you can go back to sleep,” Allison offered as she brushed her hands along her boyfriend’s hoodie.

“Mmmm, nope, I’m up now so what do you want for breakfast?” Willy asked as he untangled his arms from his girlfriend and started to poke around the kitchen. The options were limited to put it nicely.

“I don’t care, whatever we have is fine with me. I’m gonna feed Bunso and Garbage,” Allison walked over to grab some wet cat food and other food safe for possums.

“Okay, I’ll whip us up something amazing!” Willy opened up his phone and started up some Christmas music before returning to his task. It was gonna be a killer breakfast for his killer girlfriend.

“Ta-da! Your festive breakfast!” Willy placed down a paper plate that had a few bites worth of scrambled eggs, two slices of bacon and a gingerbread flavored poptart.

“Looks great, babe, thanks,” Allison sat down and let Bunso hop up onto her lap to be a part of the family breakfast. Allison gave the cat some head scratches but paused when she saw that her boyfriend had less food than her.

“You sure that’s enough for you?”

“Hmm? Yep!” Willy grinned then took a sip of the coffee before grimacing. “Nope, still don’t like black coffee.”

“Shit, I guess I used the last of the half and half,” Allison sighed and thought for a minute. Without waiting for her boyfriend’s protests she swapped their coffee mugs then tossed over a piece of bacon onto his plate.

“Allie-”

“It’s fine, you like bacon more than I do and I like black coffee more so it works,” She took a sip of the coffee then started to eat.

Willy knew she would be too stubborn to accept the bacon back so he happily munched on it. “Okay, but next time we fry up bacon you’re gonna have more.”

“Deal,” Allison smiled when she saw her boyfriend’s smile and so the two of them enjoyed their breakfast together. Once that was done Allison worked on the dishes only to shiver when she felt the cold water hit her hands.

“Wait, Allie, you don’t have your reindeer socks and hoodie,”

“Eh, it’s okay,” Allison shrugged but her boyfriend was already off like a shot. WIthin seconds he had returned and was putting her socks on for her.

“Can’t let you get a cold around Christmas. That would suck,” He rose to his feet and helped get the hoodie on his girlfriend.

It took Allison a few seconds to realize it was one of his.

“Oh, shit, I can keep looking for one of your hoodies.”

“No, I like yours. It’s comfy,” Allison disappeared further into the hoodie, feeling a warmth enter her heart.

“Okay, hey so I was thinking that it would be fun to get a Christmas tree soon. I know we don’t have a lot of money but…” Willy looked down at the ground and brushed his foot back and forth for a second.

“Let’s go today,” Allison smiled when she saw how her boyfriend beamed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we can go now.”

“Okay!” Willy rushed around to grab their shoes, scarves and coats while Allison finished up the dishes.

After a few minutes both of them were preparing to enter the snowy world outside.

“Alright, we’re heading out guys, so don’t try to be too reckless while we’re gone,” Willy picked up Bunso and gave the cat a hug before setting him down. Immediately Bunso curled back by the heater. Garbage didn’t move from her spot at all and gave a blank stare over at Willy. That was a good enough goodbye for Willy and so he headed out hand in hand with Allison.

It wasn’t a super long walk to the nearest spot where they knew Christmas trees were sold. They had figured they’d save some money by walking. Both of them knew that the Christmas tree they could afford would be small enough that it wouldn’t be a burden to carry back to the apartment. As they walked along a happy Christmas tune left Willy’s lips as he bopped his head this way and that. Allison enjoyed watching how happy her boyfriend was and after a few minutes she gently bopped her head along to the tune.

It was a pleasant walk over to their destination, neither of them aware that they had even arrived due to how much they had been enjoying the walk. That was until Willy came screeching to a halt.

“Ooops, it’s back there, Allie!” Willy guided them back over and entered into the lot where a seemingly endless amount of Christmas trees were available for purchase. All of them were looking for the perfect home in which to spend the holidays. Willy and Allison enjoyed looking at all the different types of trees: broad ones, tall ones, odd and peculiar shaped ones. Each and every single one of them were great but their prices were always too steep for the young couple. That was until they made their way to the far back of the lot and Allison spotted a tree hidden among the larger ones.

“Willy, what about that one?” She nudged her boyfriend’s shoulder, gaining his attention. He glanced over and immediately felt a smile spark on his lips.

“It’s perfect!” Willy walked over towards the tree. It was a short, small-looking tree, definitely the runt of the pack. It only had a few flimsy branches that were filled with green pine needles. “It looks like the one in Charlie Brown!” Willy grinned as he gently picked up the little tree.

Allison nodded. It really did look like that, as if the tree had hopped out of the movie and landed right in this lot. “Let’s get it,” Allison walked forward to double check it was within their budget. A relieved smile tugged on her lips when she saw it was.

“Okay!” Willy made sure the tree was tucked safely under his arm then used his free hand to hold Allison’s. The two of them went to find the man in charge of the lot. Once they’d purchased the tree they moseyed on back to their apartment.

“Yep, it’s barely warmer in here,” Allison sighed then went to grab a blanket to make sure that Bunso and Garbage wouldn’t be too cold. While she did that Willy placed the tree in a corner and went to get the few ornaments and one strand of lights they had.

“Hey, Allie! You wanna decorate now?” Willy called out to his girlfriend who wandered back down the short hallway.

“Sure,” She made sure Bunso was happy with his new blanket then tossed the possum’s chewed up blanket over the animal who hissed softly. When that was all done she went to help her boyfriend with the tree. It took no time at all to decorate their tree with two short loops of the lights around the branches. The lights shimmered brightly in red, purple, blue and green. After that both of them took the few ornaments they had and placed them on the tree: a few little red and green orbs, a little bomb ornament that Willy had gotten from Mitch, a cat ornament Allison had gotten from her parents and a rock ornament she had painted in holiday colors. When they were all placed they then topped the tree with a chipped and cheap-looking plastic star.

“There, it’s done” Allison took a step back and looked at the tree with pride.

“Yeah, it looks amazing!” Willy hugged his girlfriend from behind, his arms securely around her shoulders. Allison placed her hands on her boyfriend’s arms and leaned back to rest her head against his chest as both of them looked down at their tree. To others it might not be anything special but to them it was. To them it was perfect.

#twdg #twdg willy #twdg allison #twdg wallie #ericson's diner au #twdg christmas #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge #fanfic

[kamandzak]

Excerpt | Day 0 [Working title]

Do you ever write something that feels like you've sliced your gut open, pulled out your heart, and thrown it on a page?

Title: Day 0 [working title]

No context required as this is the first few pages of the book

Best listen to the Theory of Everything soundtrack whilst you read.

Day 0

Monday

            I wasn’t always in denial, but then again I wasn’t always a lot of things. I wasn’t always a shitty best friend. I wasn’t always so insecure that I preferred unhealthy relationships to none at all. I wasn’t always the type of man to sneak around, hiding truths from some while hiding lies from others.

             Everything’s different now, though. Some things make sense, while others don’t. Eventually everything will be better; eventually I won’t feel like a stake is being driven through every part of my soul each waking moment of each day.

            Until then, I’ll spend my time remembering the life of my best friend, and what we could have been.

Day 120

Monday

            It was surprising to see Helen’s office door wide open well before we were scheduled to begin the workday. Getting along in age, she tended to get to the museum right at 9 am, leaving myself and the others to sit on the front steps on our phones, listening to whatever morning traffic or lawn care services were roaring around us. One could imagine my surprise when I hesitantly pulled on the front door handle and was met without resistance.

            My first thought was to go find Isaac so we could hypothesize the reason, but his dark desk – keyboard and screen coated in a light layer of dust and particulates – met me as I threw my coat on the coat hooks near the back of house entrance. Up on the nearby wall was the weeks calendar; when the curators would be arriving, any large field trips from the local schools, any calls or interviews Helen had set up for her two right hand men to take care of while she perused the web for new exhibits. Despite loving the job and knowing I was a good worker, my heart began to race as I traced the staff list with my fingers and saw that my days shift was overlaid with a dark red line of permanent marker.

            “Sealock? Is that you?”

There was no reason to be anxious, unless you counted my always-overthinking mind, of which I was always keenly aware. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.

            Standing in her doorway, Helen Masterson stood in a regal purple dress, hair pulled severely back as it tended to on days she was meeting with new potential artists. On eye contact, her expression seemed to soften.

            “Hey,” I managed quietly.

            “You’re not fired, if that’s why you look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Helen clarified and my heightened senses relaxed a bit. “I just have an errand for you and a new girl coming in to help me out. That’s why I marked through your name.”

An errand is something I could do. An excuse to get out and drive around while getting paid and handling whatever business Helen didn’t feel like doing that day was always a welcome task, especially on a Monday. Reaching down, I picked up my shoulder bag and reached for my travel mug of coffee.

            “What’s it for?”

            “Come here and I’ll give it to you.”

Helen’s office was as pristinely straightforward as her appearance and personality, and while I didn’t understand older people who were as uptight as her, I didn’t question it. Whatever she did with her life was her business, and she seemed content with the state of things.

            On her desk sat a large legal-sized envelope with some heavy-handed letters and numbers on the front. With a swoop of her hand, she beckoned me to sit and simultaneously picked up the package, spinning it between her fingers. There was something about her that morning; something off.

            “What’s that?”

            “It’s for you.”

            “I figured as much,” I said with a light smile. “Where am I going?”

            “You’re going to pick up that boyfriend of yours. Aaron,” Helen began firmly and I winced at the name escaping her lips. “You’re going to go to Vista Memorial and hand this to the nurse at the admittance desk. They’ll know what to do.”

            “I don’t understand?”

            “I know you don’t.” There was something about her timbre that changed with that sentence; something frightening and different and unlike I had ever seen her. “You will, though. No need to clock out. Call me when you’re done.”

I didn’t dare question her.

            A million worse-case scenarios fired through my synapses as I reversed my routine back out to my car, with nearly every one leading back to the same gut-twisting conclusion that maybe I had missed something in the months Aaron and I were together and that something was wrong with Isaac. The fact that Helen made it clear that I would need emotional support to complete the mission did nothing to assuage my anxieties.

Evan:

Hey

Helen gave me an errand

and said you need to come with

I’ll be home in twenty

            Aaron was tall and statuesque, standing on the communal porch in front of our apartment. I hadn’t entered the dating app chat with the intention of eventually sharing a living space, but several months later I found myself tiptoeing around the bedroom in the morning to keep from waking him up. With my 9-to-5 and his sporadic night shifts as a bartender, we were spending less and less meaningful time together and instead taking advantage of our occasional crossovers in bed.

Aaron:

That’s weird but okay

            Our lack of emotional connection made it seem even less sense that we were still together. Never had we sat down and talked about secrets and dreams – he knew nothing of my life outside of leaving for work and what my favorite thing was to eat. He also didn’t volunteer much information beyond his schedule and if there was an altercation at work.

            He knew little about the friendship Isaac and I had cultivated. It wasn’t something I was ashamed of; in fact, the fact that I found my best friend after struggling socially in high school and college was one I held close and proudly. After a few mentions of Isaac – an inside joke or a trip we took together or a funny text – and the resulting reactions, the topic of him and I dwindled. What seemed like disinterest gradually turned into underhanded jabs and the idea that Aaron and I were a thing. I wasn’t to bring up anyone I had dated previously. ‘I never dated Isaac,’ I would say. ‘I don’t care,’ was always his cold response.

            My stomach and mind and heart were in such a state of knots as we pulled into Vista’s emergency parking area that the thought of something possibly being wrong with Isaac didn’t have me running my mind through the gamut of Aaron’s reactions. Who knew me better anyhow; the man to whom I avoided telling anything important because I knew he wouldn’t commit it to memory? Or the man who could tell when I wasn’t giving him the long version of the story and would stop me and make sure I told it all?

            We crossed the vast parking lot as Aaron twiddled the envelope between his fingers and with every step of my foot I became more and more detached from my present state of mind. Dress shoes hitting the pavement felt like I was stomping on rubber mats; hands stuffed in pockets, holding onto loose lint and my wallet as if encased in thick gloves; my brain desperately keeping me moving forward at a normal speed while my heart felt like it was pumping corn syrup through my veins. With each passing foot the world seemed to get heavier. It’s fine. It’s not him, I reassured myself only to be met with a churning gut that told me it couldn’t be anyone else.

            The automatic doors opened on their own accord and the thick gloves and rubber floor extended to the rest of my body, as if someone had covered me in topical anesthetic and too-tight wetsuit. The air was thick, the sounds of the hospital muffled as if traveling through cotton-packed ear canals, and I watched Aaron’s lips move but heard nothing. Out of body, I watched as he reached over and took the hand that was supposedly attached to my living body, holding it tight. It was a surprising gesture of caring; maybe I wasn’t doing as much of a good job of hiding my panic from the outside world as I thought.

            “Here.” At last I heard something outside of my own rushing blood. Taking the envelope from Aaron, we approached a large semi-circle desk that stood between our location and large double doors that I knew led to whomever Helen had sent me to visit.

            “Good morning, how can I help you?” A kind woman with dark hair and pale complexion sat on a tall stool behind said desk, a pleasant smile across the lower half of her face and gentle eyes so full of empathetic helpfulness I couldn’t bear maintaining eye contact for too long. Her eyes flickered between my blank face and the empty area of table between us several times. “Sir?”

            “I’m supposed to give this to you,” I nearly whispered, passing the envelope across and into her soft hands. “I was sent here by Helen Masterson.”

Without bothering to break the seal, she rose with an expression that was impossible to decipher.

            “Of course,” she said, though it seemed more like an afterthought or maybe a bit of inner monologue that escaped into reality. “One moment.”

I watched her blurringly; watched as she turned and located a particular nurse; watched as they huddled close together and threw a few uncertain glances in my direction; watched as they turned the envelope over and over in their hands but never pulled their thumb to tear at the adhesive.

            It’s fine. It’s not him, my desperate subconscious funneled again and again into my thoughts only to be met with the immovable force of guilt.

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Swimming Lessons

Word Count: 1,607

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character: Kisa Stein

Prompt: Stein signs Kisa up for swimming lessons

“Kisa, I have some news for you that I think you’ll be interested in.”

Kisa looked up from the book she held in her hands, brunette brow raised curiously at her father’s statement. Today had been a fairly quiet day for the younger Stein since her father had been out and about for most of it, leaving her in the lab alone with nothing but the book in her hand to occupy her. She would have been angry with him for interrupting just when the plot had begun to get interesting if she weren’t curious about what news he was planning to share with her.

“Is it about that endangered fox you dissected last week?” She couldn’t help but ask about it, knowing damn well that said fox was something that was probably incredibly rare and her father had sliced it open like it were nothing. “Is PETA trying to sue you or something? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“No, this has nothing to do with the fox, Kisa.” Stein frowned at this, rolling his eyes at the thought. “Don’t even get me started about PETA since they kill more pets yearly than I’ve ever managed to lay a finger on within the span of my life.”

“Ah, I didn’t know PETA was such a shitty and hypocritical organization.” Kisa looked genuinely surprised by this, her hand moving over to the little table at her bedside as she grabbed a glass of water and took a sip from it.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Stein moved a hand to reach into the pocket of his lab coat to retrieve something, soon pulling out a colorful piece of paper that he looked over once before glancing back up to his daughter. “I wasn’t sure whether or not you would be interested, but Spirit said that I should surprise you with it. They’re some kind of swimming team or something of the sort—”

Kisa choked on the water in her mouth at the mention of swimming, the water rocketing out of her mouth and spraying Stein in the stomach thanks to the considerable height difference between the two. He couldn’t help but stare down at the wet spot on his shirt with a frown, slowly glancing back to Kisa with his expression conveying how unamused he was. “Don’t get too overexcited.”

“What the hell did you do that for?!” Kisa was hacking and coughing at this point, trying to regain her breath from her near-death experience. “Swim team?! Of all things?!”

“Oh dear, am I not fathering right?”

Kisa looked up at her father in abject horror at the thought of joining the swim team and judging from the sound of it he had already signed her up before coming home. Her heart raced at the thought of being made to swim with a team, much less being made to swim in general. It wouldn’t be so bad if she had talked things through with her dad before he had decided to sign her up for some kind of extracurricular activity. She didn’t mind having something other than school for her to do, she just needed literally anything else. 

Kisa doesn’t know how to swim.

Every time that Kisa had been made to try and swim in the past, she would always end up sinking beneath the surface after a solid minute or so of wild flailing to try and keep her body afloat. To be fair, a lot of this took place in a time when Kisa was a mere child who didn’t really know any better, though remembering the feeling of suffocation as water filled her lungs and her eyes burning as she tried to see through the endless pools of water that surrounded her on all sides was enough to make her, for the most part, hydrophobic.

“I-I mean, no, it’s fine, I just… Is this the only thing that was available? Wasn’t there something like, I don’t know, softball? Hockey? Literally anything else other than the swim team?”

“This was the only thing that was left on the bulletin board; Spirit saw that I was looking and helped talk me through it saying that extracurricular activities are good for kids your age.” Stein’s expression remained as stoic as usual, the light catching the frames of his glasses and hiding his eyes from his daughter who was very displeased with the news. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be, you know; at least give it a chance and try it out and if you still don’t like it, I won’t make you go back again.”

After a moment or so of thought, Kisa let out a pent-up sigh of frustration as she slowly nodded her head to show that she agreed with what he had planned for her. Arguing with him about it wouldn’t get her anywhere so she might as well go along with it and see what ends up happening, right?

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The day that Kisa was dreading had finally reared its ugly head as she stood at the edge of the pool in the one-piece bathing suit for the swim team members, hoping that the slight shaking of her body from the fear of drowning would be mistaken for chills from the cooler temperature after having been made to change. The rest of her team was currently grouped together on the other side of the pool and chatting amongst themselves happily, not even sparing Kisa so much as a glance as they were far too distracted trying to befriend one another. It worked out for Kisa though, since it meant that she had a little bit of time to try and psych herself up before facing one of her biggest fears.

Kisa took a deep breath as she eyed the water from the side, slowly easing herself to the ground and sitting at the edge of the pool with her knees tucked up to her chest, leaning forward ever so slightly just to take a peek at the water without having the nerves to actually make contact with it. What really didn’t help is that she was fairly certain that Stein was still somewhere nearby, and the feeling of him somehow seeing this side of her only made things worse for her in her mind.

Having not been paying attention thanks to the pounding of her heart ringing in her ears, Kisa had lost track of the other swim team members completely as she stared at her reflection in the water, taking note that she would probably have to remove her glasses when the time came which only sent another pang of fear coursing through her as she realized that she wouldn’t even be able to properly see.

Just as she had taken a deep breath and closed her eyes as if she had come to accept the circumstances, a shove from behind sent her into a panic as her eyes opened just in time to see the water of the pool getting closer to her face, her body tumbling into the cold liquid with a splash. With her entire body submerged underneath its depths, she wasn’t able to properly hear the giggles of her fellow swim team members who were none the wiser, under the assumption that they had pulled off a simple little prank that wouldn’t amount to much of anything.

She panicked.

Every calming thought that she’d gone over to try and keep herself mentally afloat had gone out the window the moment the shock of what had happened as well as the sudden cold rush from the water hit her and reality set in. Almost as if by pure instinct, she opened her mouth to take a deep breath only for water to start rushing in to take its place. The combination of water surrounding her on all sides and losing her glasses made everything incredibly blurry, and she was certain that she had no clue which way was up and that this is where she would drown.

Kisa could feel a wave of movement from her right as if someone else had suffered the same fate as she, her limbs struggling but failing to raise her closer to the water’s surface as her lungs slowly but surely started to fail her. The feeling of someone grabbing her arm nearly sent her into an even worse frenzy until her body started to move, the figure struggling but succeeding in pulling her to safety.

The moment that her head broke the tension of the water and fresh air was dangled right in front of her, Kisa took the opportunity to cough and hack up the water that had forcefully entered her lungs, taking deep breaths as her hands gently flailed about to find the edge of the pool, clinging to it for dear life once her savior led her towards it as she struggled to breathe.

“Are you okay?”

Kisa nearly didn’t hear the person speaking to her as fear drowned out most of what was happening around her until they placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to turn towards them slightly, the person easing one hand away from the pool’s edge (with difficulty thanks to her iron grip on it) to give her glasses back and help her see. She could only really manage a shake of her head in a small and frantic ‘no’, pulling herself closer to the wall of the pool than before as she shakily placed her glasses back over her eyes, looking around her desperately with difficulty as the water on her glasses blurred her vision and made it harder to spot a ladder or stairs to get out.

Kisa started making her way to the nearest ladder with the help of the wall as the person who had pulled her out of the water was telling off those who had pushed her in, but it fell on deaf ears as Kisa’s main focus was getting the hell out of there. As soon as her hands made contact with the cold metal of the ladder she used what remaining strength she had to pull herself up and out of the pool, walking as fast as she possibly could with her head down towards the direction of the locker room to grab her stuff and leave.

It took longer than she would have liked to change back into her regular clothes thanks to the shakiness of her hands, but once she was back in her own clothes and had wiped her glasses free of water, Kisa sat on the bench closest to her and took a moment to finally breathe, her body going slack as she allowed herself to relax before she left.

The sound of the door to the locker room opening made her turn her head away immediately, not wanting to see any of the people who may have been involved in pushing her in out of embarrassment, though a familiar voice called out to her and made her turn her head slightly, but not fully, in their direction.

“Hey! You’re Kisa, right? I wanted to come in and check on you…”

Kisa immediately recognized the voice as the one that had come from the person who had essentially saved her life mere moments ago, taking in the girl’s taupe-colored hair held up in pigtails and her pale green eyes, currently looking at her in genuine concern after the recent fiasco.

“Y-Yeah, I’m Kisa…”

She mentally cursed at herself at the sound of her voice quivering in response, settling for looking down at her hands as she clenched and unclenched them as a distraction. The sound of footsteps coming closer had her eyes slowly drift to the floor at the girl’s feet for a moment, quickly moving back to her hands at the sound of the girl sitting down beside her.

“I…” Kisa’s voice seemed to be failing her as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she turned away from the kind girl, finding a rather interesting crack in the wall to stare at. “I don’t know how to swim.” 

She didn’t give the girl the chance to respond as she finally let go of the irritation and fear that was weighing on her that day, finally risking a look to the other and nearly stopping at the sight of her listening patiently. “I didn’t even want to do this in the first place, but my dad signed me up for it without asking me, and now I’m stuck here because he told me I should at least ‘give it a try’, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him that I don’t even fucking know how to swim in the first place, and because of that I nearly drowned before practice had even started—”

Kisa went on to vent to the girl for a moment or so longer, only stopping when she realized that she didn’t really ask to listen in on her problems, her posture slackening as she sighed in irritation at the entire thing. This whole ordeal could have been avoided if she would have just spoken up to her father about the situation, but instead her own stubbornness and fear had nearly cost her life to drown away.

“Thank you for saving me.”

The girl gave her a gentle pat on the back in response to this along with a “no problem!’ as the two settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the quiet only being broken once the girl spoke up.

“To be honest, I didn’t really want to do this either; actually, my father was the one who signed me up for this as well, but of course, he went and did it without asking me.” She huffed in annoyance at her own misfortune, crossing her arms over her chest. “That idiot has no clue what kind of things that I’m into, but he’s too persistent to just leave me alone.”

She sighed after speaking and took a moment to shake her head, looking over at Kisa and offering her hand to the other as she went to stand, offering Kisa a smile. “Since neither of us really want to be here, let’s just leave and do something else; I’ve got things to do anyway and I’m sure that you don’t really want to be here any longer either, right?”

Kisa hesitated a moment as she stared at the girl’s hand, feeling a smile start to tug at her lips as she placed her hand in the other’s own, bringing herself to her feet as she nodded in agreement. There was no way in hell that she was going to stay here and make a fool of herself all over again. As soon as Kisa had agreed to her plan, the girl offered a smile as she turned to one of the lockers and grabbed her clothes to change, and once the two were ready they made their way out of the locker room and head towards the exit.

“So, Kisa is your name, right? I’m Maka, a meister at the DWMA; it sucks that we met this way, but maybe this was fate or something?” Maka put her hand out for Kisa to shake once again, a smile passing between the two as they were about to go their separate ways. Kisa returned the handshake with a small nod of agreement and the two parted, though just as Kisa turned to leave and begin her trip towards home, Maka spoke up once again.

“Hey… If you aren’t busy or anything, would you like to join me? I’m meeting up with some friends in a little bit and I don’t think they’d mind if you tagged along.”

Kisa turned around with her eyes widening a little in surprise, not quite expecting someone to have wanted to befriend her so soon after coming here, her stomach trying not to do somersaults at the revelation. After a second though, she realized that Maka was looking at her expectantly waiting for a response, and her brain fried, her words coming out in stutters and utter nonsense. 

“W-Well, I don’t really want to intrude or anything on your gathering and all, so—”

Sensing her hesitation, Maka took her hand and began to pull Kisa after her with a gentle laugh. “Nonsense! C’mon, they’re waiting for us at the basketball court; I’m sure they’ll like you and see how nice you are! Plus, there’s a bench there where you can sit out and take a break if you aren’t really feeling up to it, though I can’t guarantee that Blackstar won’t talk your ear off about joining for a game, but even then—”

Finally gaining control of her footing, Kisa walked alongside Maka hand in hand as she listened to her ramble about her friends and what they were like, doing her best to follow along in her mind what to expect from who before she got there. She was both absolutely terrified of the idea of meeting all of these people as well as excited, though she’d never mention the latter aloud even if her life depended on it. Despite having nearly drowned in the pool less than an hour prior, things seemed to be working in her favor as she smiled at Maka nervously as the two made their way to the basketball court where even more new people await.

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