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#of course I had to give him grey hair. grandpa.....
pillow-anime-talk · 8 months
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his talented baby. {pt.2}
synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.
# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}
part one {click}
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— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)
Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.
Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.
“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.
“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”
“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”
Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.
“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”
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— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)
Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.
That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.
His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.
When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.
“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.
“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.
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— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)
More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.
The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).
“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”
That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.
Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.
“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”
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— ROHAN (ft. rapping)
Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.
You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.
Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.
“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.
Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.
Rohan was really surprised.
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watatsumiis · 15 days
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you know when you see pics of older people from when they were in their early adult-hood years and and turns out they were BANGIN’ hot. like they-definitely-had-a-line-of-lovers type of sexy. Pierro.
YOURE SO SO REAL FOR THIS LIKE GENUINELY. Like. Pierro is that brand of old man crunchy where like.. he aged like a fine wine most certainly, but its so easy to tell that he looked like a greek god in his youth - chiseled jawline, striking eyes, that easy confidence that comes from a life of having pretty privilege thrust upon you from pretty much the moment you came out--
Like.. i feel like he wouldve looked like the grunge aesthetic young adult they slap on the front of album covers where he looks sunken and tired but in a totally dashing way, with wind-tousled hair (honestly i never even thought of his original hair colour until now. i just imagine it white/grey because thats SO him. i could see it being brown, maybe blond?) and eye bags that look like they were dabbed on delicately with eyeshadow and a brush.
but even with all of that i do also just see him looking like he was just straight up carved from marble with his broad shoulders and the confident way he stands. Like he was drop dead gorgeous, the folks of khaenri'ah swooned over him, most everyone assumed he would go on to become a knight simply because of the whole 'dashing knight in armour' stereotype.
He's the sort of guy you see playing someones grandpa in a film and you're like "wait hes so hot though. now i wanna see what he looked like when he was younger" and then you get mad because HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SO GORGEOUS THEIR ENTIRE LIVES HUH. HOW IS THAT FAIR.
I feel like his looks are not really something he openly acknowledges or even really realises - I guess this ties in to my oddly specific Pierro headcanons ((gives that old man a million mental illnesses and refuses to elaborate)) but i imagine he gets really really caught up in the minor details and just sort of passively sees himself as very just .. 'whatever', despite just how many people have always told him how handsome and beautiful he is.
Like, of course he'll thank them for the compliment but in his head he has like 90 rebuttals and genuinely convinces himself that theyre just saying it to be nice/polite/to get in his good graces/whatever. man has imposter syndrome out the wazoo .
I think he definitely aged very finely and gracefully, all things considered, but his obsessive fear of aging physically makes him feel like he hasnt. but to me . old man pierro is the most gorgeous . perfect.
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memoryofapricity · 1 year
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the stranger with onigiri. OsaSuna
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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!!
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 – 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
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the continuous rattle coming from the train tracks was surprisingly pleasant. it added up to the cozy ambience of the passenger car. 
Rintarō had never been on a train before, until now. to be honest, he didn't think it would be as enjoyable as everyone claimed. but now he was travelling to meet a potential employer. 
he had his messenger bag, along with a separate bag with his systems camera, tucked neatly to his right side on the window seat. 
he savored the soft chatter of others in the cart. it reminded him of the milieu of a café, but instead of people pausing to enjoy a cup of coffee, they were all on their way to a destination, and this was nothing but a transitory state to pass through.
Rintarō thought about closing his eyes, hopefully waking up right as the train neared his stop. but he didn't feel tired enough to fall asleep.
he'd always been an observer, looking at the world through the lens of a camera. when he was younger, his grandfather taught him the wonders of photography. ever since then, he aspired to build a career as a photographer. he hoped to make his grandpa proud.
the only thing left of the old Suna was a pocket watch his son had restored and put on a necklace chain, before giving it to Rintarō.
to this day, the young man wore it wherever he went.
while fiddling with the watch, he eyed the other passengers in the cart. he saw families, pairs of friends, a grandmother and her grandson... but his gaze stopped at a lone passenger.
the other young man was clutching onto a brown paper bag. Rintarō wondered what it could possibly contain. the stranger's hair was brown, with hints of silver that glistened in the warm lighting.
Rintarō had never seen an expression that looked so at peace, as the one on this passenger's face. 
he got the urge to sketch. he had to capture the essence of this person, but snapping a picture wouldn't go unnoticed.
he took out his notebook, flipped to a new, untouched page, and got to drawing.
minutes passed, yet the stranger remained still.
around the half an hour mark, Rintarō was working on the details of the hair, when he looked up from the drawing and was met with grey eyes staring at him.
he felt like a deer that got caught in the headlights of a car.
the stranger's lips curved into a sly smile before he stood up and made his way to the seat in front of Rintarō. 
he sat down before asking: "were ya drawin' me?"
"yes... I can throw it away if it makes you uncomfortable", Rintarō said hesitantly.
of course he didn't want to get rid of this drawing. he actually thought he'd succeeded at recreating the emotions behind the collected look. 
"nah, it's fine, but I wanna see it", the stranger said to the artist's surprise.
"well, it's still unfinished."
"oh, 'm sorry, did I ruin it by movin'?"
"no, not necessarily... it might be better to get a look at your features up close."
the stranger smiled lazily as Rintarō started analyzing his features. pointy nose, thick eyebrows and lashes, soft looking lips...
everything about this man was captivating; from the way he spoke to his body language. 
Rintarō was almost finished with the portrait when the stranger opened the paper bag and offered it to him.
"ya want onigiri?"
Rintarō looked at the rice balls. they seemed homemade instead of store bought. he took one and bit into it, flavors of duck and ginger filling his mouth instantaneously.
"this is really good", he mumbled out with some rice still left in his mouth.
"thanks. I made 'em myself", the man told him.
after a moment of silence and a couple onigiri, Rintarō handed his notebook across the seats.
the stranger's eyes widened in wonder.
"holy shit, this is good!"
Rintarō chuckled. people's reactions to seeing their portraits always amused him.
"I absolutely don't want ya to throw this away", the man added as he handed the pad back, "ya could earn money from drawin'."
"it's a side hustle", Rintarō admitted as he set the notebook onto his lap and crossed his hands over it.
"what do ya do for work, then?"
"I'm a photographer."
"ooh, well ya clearly have an artistic eye, so it makes sense."
Rintarō's lips tugged upwards, forming a small smile. he looked straight at the person sitting across him. those grey eyes looked like they held a calm before the storm in them.
"how about you?" he inquired.
"me 'n my brother run a bakery", the man answered, his sentence trailing off slightly as he turned to look out the window, "it's always been a family business."
Rintarō admired people who had their own businesses. it took a certain kind of bravery to run one; something he could only wish he had.
"don't move", he broke the silence as he took out his camera.
he readied the device, lifting it up against the side of his face, and zoomed out to make sure he got some of the surroundings as well.
the shutter was heard.
Rintarō looked at the display, seeing the photo he just took. the model was still looking through the window, longingly. perfect.
an announcement was heard before the train started braking.
"oh, this is my stop", the photographer said vaguely.
the silvered brunette cleared his throat: "well then, that means our time's comin' to an end."
Rintarō wanted to stay there; sit in this train until the end of the line, just talking with this mesmerizing stranger he'd come across.
instead, he admitted defeat.
"I suppose so."
"what's yer name?"
"Suna Rintarō."
"it was nice to meet ya, Sunarin. may we meet again when ya ride this train next time", the stranger spoke as he took his leave, returning back to his original seat.
Rintarō threw his messenger bag over his shoulder, hung the camera on his neck and clutched the notebook against his chest before stepping out of the train.
the brunette stood on the platform, turning to watch the train as it left again, heading towards the next station. he wondered which stop the stranger would get off at.
that's right, he never asked for a name.
he looked at the notebook in his arms. carefully, he opened it, flipping through the pages until he found the newest sketch. he took out a pencil once more, scribbling a few words to the bottom right corner of the page.
"Koi No Yokan; the stranger with onigiri"
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1107
𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 5th of November, 2022
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anticomedygarden · 7 months
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Happy 60th birthday, Percy!
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Percy couldn't remember a time Camp Half-Blood had ever been so full.
Not even his first summer, back before the wars when the gods were so damn horny and irresponsible, were there so many people (and mythical beings) packed into the space, made even more impressive by the fact that everyone seemed to be outside on the grounds, and Percy absolutely loved it. He hadn't seen some of these people in years, maybe even decades; apparently, two half-bloods reaching 60 years old - the first in centuries if he didn't include Nico and Hazel - was a big deal.
Of course, a gathering this size was sure to attract more vile attention, and someone had already spotted a couple hellhounds prowling around the wards, but whatever. Somebody younger could deal with it, someone who didn't have creaky knees.
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a bright blue streak racing toward the steps of the Big House.
"Grandpa!" little Clio yelled as she catapulted herself into Percy's lap. As the oldest child of Percy and Annabeth's youngest child, Clio was their second youngest grandchild at only three years old. He figured her little brother was probably being passed around somewhere in the throng of people which was how she'd managed to slip away from her moms.
"Hey, squirt," he said, spitting out a piece of her wavy black hair as she got herself situated. "Are you having fun?"
She nodded vigorously. "Aunt Clarisse showed me where to punch someone so they go to sleep, and Aunt Rachel gave me paint tattoos!" She thrust her arms out to reveal both hands covered in roses and vines, and he stifled a laugh. That was sure to go over well with both her parents.
"That's so cool, sweetie," he said while rooting around in his pocket. "Hey, guess what I have!"
Somehow, her big grey eyes lit up even brighter. "What?"
"Candy!" She shrieked  at the sight of the shiny red Kit-Kat wrapper - her favorite, a trick he had picked up from his mom. He quickly unwrapped it and broke it in half. It was his birthday, after all.
A few minutes later found them playing rock, paper, scissors, both of them with sticky hands from the half-melted chocolate bar.
She giggled when he lost the fifth round in a row. "You suck at this."
His mouth dropped open. "Where did you learn that word?" Honestly, Percy couldn't care less what words she used, but kids always loved it when they thought they got away with saying a bad word.
This time was no different. "Uncle Magnus," she said gleefully.
His eyes widened in mock surprise. "Did you get to see Uncle Magnus today?"
She smiled and nodded.
Before he could question her further, Lucy, their youngest daughter, appeared at the bottom of the steps. "Dad, have you seen - oh, there she is. Clio, what did I say about running off?"
Mischief danced in his granddaughter's eyes. "Uh oh."
He laughed, knowing full well that the little girl was allowed to go wherever she wanted at Camp since no matter where she went, there would be a demigod, nymph, or some other mythical being ready to lead her back to her parents.
Then, Lucy spotted the Kit-Kat wrapper. "Dad! She's already had three cupcakes today!"
He stared Clio right in the eyes. "Uh-oh." She giggled again, and he looked back at his daughter who was glaring at him fiercely with eyes that perfectly matched her mother's. "She's my granddaughter, and it's my birthday. I can give her as much candy as I want." He started tickling her then and said a silent thank you that she was still small enough to lay down on his lap even while convulsing with laughter.
"Speaking of your birthday, there are a ton of people who want to talk to you down there." Her hands were on her hips, a habit she still retained from childhood. Anytime she wanted him or Annabeth to do something, this was the exact stance they got: pointed look and hands on hips. He caved almost every time, but then again, Annabeth had always been stronger than him.
Now, though, there was another one on his lap, giggling and wanting something completely different from him. "They can wait a little bit longer."
Lucy huffed but didn't say anything, just sat in the chair opposite him. "Where's mom?"
"I think I saw her with Aunt Piper," he answered. "Speaking of, where is your other child? And your wife?"
She waved a hand. "With Grandma." Of course they were. At 78 years old, Sally Jackson was as spry and magnetic as ever.  
In fact, she was coming up the hill with an infant in her arms.
"Mom, how do you always have a kid?" he said, and was pleased to see Lucy stand up to make a seat for her grandmother.
"Oh, no, don't get up for me. I just wanted to pop up here with the baby to say hello." She waved his little arm. "And to answer your question, son, it's grandma powers."
Again, he didn't question her, though he thought quietly that Annabeth didn't seem to attract children the way his mother did.
"Nana, El!" Clio piped from her place on Percy's lap, hands stretching toward her great-grandmother. Ever since her little brother had been born, she had been fascinated with him, constantly wanting to hold him and play with him.
Lucy gave her a stern look. "What do we say?"
"Please!"
Sally gave Percy a knowing look. It hadn't been very long ago when Lucy's older brother had done almost the exact same thing.
Tamping down the odd, bittersweet feeling, he got Clio situated to hold the baby: sitting up on his thighs with his hands under hers, a watchful eye trained on them between her wild strands of dark hair. "Go ahead, mom."
Gently, Sally lowered the baby into their arms. When he was secure, Percy allowed himself to fully appreciate the moment with his family. Four generations of Jacksons, all on the porch of the Big House. One mortal, one demigod, and two legacies. He never thought he'd see the day.
Of course, this party really was special for his mother. Mortals normally weren't allowed inside the Camp boundaries, but an allowance was made for today, just for his and Annabeth's family.
Sally leaned against his chair. "I remember when you looked like that at your sister."
"Mom, I was 17 when Estelle was born."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "And? I had never seen you sit so still. You had that same look in your eyes when Paul handed her to you."
"Sure, mom." He knew she was right, but he would never reach an age where ribbing wasn't funny.
She squeezed his ear. "Hey, I wanted to tell you that we're probably not gonna stay super long."
He gave her an offended look. "It's barely even 2!"
"We are very old, son. Besides, we spent the whole day with you on Annabeth's birthday. This party is really for you demigods, anyway, and us old coots have to be in bed by 8."
So, maybe that was true. "Fine."
"Hey, I was wondering where you all were," Lucy's wife Gina said as she appeared at the bottom of the stairs. With dark skin and mischief in her eyes, she was a very distant legacy of Mercury that Lucy had met at NRU in college. "Percy, Annabeth wants to talk to you."
"Excellent." If there was one person he would always get out of his chair for, it was her. "Where is she?"
Gina picked Elias up, and Percy set his granddaughter on the ground, grinning when she took off toward the crowd with barely a 'bye-bye.'
"Last I saw, she was at the desserts table."
"Thanks," he said and started heading down.
On his way, he was stopped no less than a dozen times by various people wishing him a happy birthday, some a happy 44th anniversary of the end of the Titan War.
Finally, he made it to Annabeth and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hey, wise girl."
"Seaweed brain!" She turned around in his arms and kissed him as if they hadn't seen each other less than a half hour ago.
"Really? In front of the food?" their oldest child Nathan asked. At 34, he had seen his parents kiss countless times yet always seemed to have the same reaction.
"Yeah, guys, come on, really?" the son of Hermes and hero of Olympus asked as he tore into a blue cupcake.
"Hey, Travis," Annabeth said, arms still around Percy's neck. Nathan had already disappeared to the gods knew where, maybe to go find his girlfriend of 10 years, and they probably wouldn't see him again for a while.
Travis waved his cupcake. "We're so old, you guys. We're all getting into our 60s! What the hell happened?"
Just as Percy was about to ask one of his oldest friends to take his crisis somewhere else, Connor popped up out of no where and said, "Okay, bro, let's go find Katie." He then led his brother away to presumably fall into hysterics in the safety of his wife's arms.
Percy and Annabeth looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Eventually, Annabeth sobered and said, "He's not wrong. When Leo asked Bianca-" Nico and Will's daughter "-to play 'Material Girl', she said, 'I'm not playing freaking Taylor Swift,' and kicked him off the stage." She gave him a pointed look. "We're old, babe!"
Percy laughed. "That was news, like, 8 years ago." It was also around that time he realized their one strand of grey hair had turned into several strands, and Shrek was considered a classic. "She might have a point about Taylor Swift, though."
Annabeth gave him her patented 'don't get me started' look, and he wisely shut his mouth.
"What did you need me for?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, I just wanted you to see all this blue food!" She waved a hand toward it all, and he recognized at least a couple of his mom's dishes amidst the blue cookies, blue brownies, blue cakes and cupcakes, and blue pasta noodles. He was practically in heaven.
Annabeth handed him a cupcake and took one for herself, and soon they were walking hand in hand through the crowd that had somehow grown since he first stepped into it.
Most of the faces were vaguely recognizable, people they knew from being the two most famous and revered demigods of their generation. Others, he didn't know. He supposed they were the ones that wanted to see firsthand two demigods that had managed to live so long.
He really couldn't blame them for that.
The rest were people they knew well. Speaking of-
"Magnus, Alex! I'm so glad you guys could come," Percy said when he saw the young blond and his partner. Young was relative, of course. Chronologically, Magnus and Alex were only a couple years younger than him and Annabeth, but that was impossible to know just by looking at them. Both still looked the picture of 16.
There was something to be said there about their perpetual youth as a metaphor for the permanence of death while everyone else aged, but today wasn't the day to think about it. Besides, he liked to leave that kind of thing to Annabeth. Instead, he thought about the novel occurrence of Norse demigod einherjar in Camp Half Blood. There were some Egyptian magicians running around, too. Really put the whole Greek-Roman split fiasco in perspective.
"Yeah, we managed to slip down between meetings," Magnus said. Nearly 45 years later and the Chase Space was going strong, so strong, in fact, that they had opened up several more. It was wonderful, but it was also a lot of work. "Blitz is there now with Hearth."
"Ooh, where'd the blue cupcakes come from?" Alex asked.
Annabeth laughed. "Right over there in the pavilion."
Alex waved in thanks before dragging Magnus over to the food.
Percy turned to Annabeth. "You know what I just realized?"
"What?"
"I get a 10% discount at Burger King now." He was unreasonably excited for it.
She patted him on the back. "Good. You'll finally be able to join me."
If she thought that would rile him up, she was dead wrong. "Are you saying you want Burger King dates?"
"I'd go on a date anywhere with you." Somehow, she said it totally straight faced despite the cheesiness of the line. He appreciated it all the same. The next person they ran into was Grover.
"G-Man!"
"Percy! Annabeth!"
Man, had he missed Grover. The satyr was running an international project to get mythical creatures more involved in environmentalism, and they rarely had a chance to see each other anymore.
"How's the project going?" Percy asked.
Grover beamed. "It's going really well. We just finished planting a bunch of trees in France, and we're gonna go to Canada next to mess with hunters."
Not all of their business practices were strictly legal, but they didn't really need to be, anyway.
Annabeth laughed. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
Grover nodded.
They chatted for a bit longer until Juniper called him over to do something.
From there, they somehow made it to the activities section of Camp, and Annabeth dared him to race her up the climbing wall. She beat him, of course. Just like old times.
Next, they played a game of volleyball against some Roman legacies and won. The legacies were so excited to play with them that they didn't care a couple of 60 year olds beat them.
After that, they ran into Frank and Hazel.
"Hey, you guys," Hazel said. "Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, Hazel," Percy said. He wondered how many times he had heard that phrase today. "How are you?"
She smiled wide, exuberance only multiplied with age. "We're good. We're moving into the new house next week."
"Awesome," Annabeth said. "We'll definitely be there to help."
Hazel clapped. "Thank you so much! We'll do dinner or something, too, alright?"
At 56 and 58, Hazel and Frank were planning to retire in a few years and had recently bought a house right on the Tiber River in New Rome.
"Sounds good," Annabeth answered.
They moved on, mingling throughout the crowd. They talked to a few people, mostly the ones they knew well, and played some more games. Percy was beat badly by Clio at cornhole, but he took the loss like a champ.
Eventually, they made it to the beach, and Percy wasn't surprised to see a black haired man in a bright orange Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts holding a trident on the shore.
Before he could say anything, Annabeth said, "I'm gonna go see if I can find Thalia."
With that, she disappeared back into the crowd.
"Son," Poseidon started. "It is good to see you."
A warmth seeped through Percy's chest. He and his father certainly had one of the best relationships between a demigod and godly parent in the entire Greek pantheon, and, for that, he was forever grateful. It had actually been one of the reasons Zeus loosened the rules about God's visiting their children.
"Thanks, Dad." Percy waited a moment. "Any particular reason you're here?" As good as their relationship was, Poseidon was still a god.
"Can I not just say hello to my son on his birthday?"
Percy just looked at him.
"Fine, I did want to tell you something." Poseidon fidgets with his beard, clearly thinking deeply. "I would like to revisit the subject of your mortality."
Percy supposed he should have seen this coming. He is, after all, Poseidon's favorite son that also just so happened to be transitioning into his senior years, but ever since it became clear that he wasn't going to try to overthrow Olympus with his considerable power, he had gotten used to not being asked to become a god. It had been nice.
"Dad, I don't want to be a god-" he started.
Poseidon held up a hand. "Let me finish, son." He sucked in a breath. "You know that when you were born, it was a huge scandal."
Yeah, he knew. He still had nightmares about the Olympian council voting on whether or not to kill him.
"Despite that, you became a hero of Olympus many times throughout your life, and you have come to be my favorite son. I value your life, which is not something I say lightly."
"Gee, thanks, Dad," he said sarcastically. "I value your life, too."
Poseidon gave him an unimpressed look, then shook his head as if ignoring his son's poor attempt at lightening the mood. When he spoke, Percy was surprised to hear a quaver in his voice. "I find I am deeply saddened at the thought of your death."
And, okay, Percy wasn't expecting that one. Death had always been a constant in his life, something ever present and surrounding. If he hadn't become accustomed to the thought of it, his life would have been much harder. He wasn't looking forward to it, obviously, but he wasn't afraid. It was a miracle he had lived this long, actually.
"Listen, I know I'm getting up there, but I've lived this long. Mortals today can make it to over 100." He didn't need to mention that fighting was getting harder every day, or that his knees creaked and his back ached constantly. He and Annabeth would probably retire to New Athens soon, anyway.
"I am aware, but I just want you to know that when you do die, you and Annabeth both have a place in Atlantis."
A generous offer, but they had decided long ago that Elysium was the place for them. They didn't want immortality or godhood. The only thing they ever wanted was to live their lives, and they had done that, were still doing that. They would go to Elysium happy.
"Thanks, dad, really," he said. "I'll pass that along to Annabeth." He turned, unsure what to do next.
To his surprise, Poseidon pulled him into a bone crushing hug, one his now 60 year old body would take at least a few minutes to recover from.
Poseidon pulled away. "Go, be with your family." He looked down and rubbed an eye.
Percy has to admit that his eyes were getting misty at this point, too. "Love you, dad."
"I love you, too." Poseidon turned to gaze out at the glittering sea, so Percy started making his way back to the party.
Poseidon stopped him with a word. "Percy?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"Happy birthday."
-
A few hours later when the sky was dark and Artemis was high in the sky with her chariot, Percy sat in the stands at a campfire, Annabeth next to him. Most of the guests had left or retired to their cabins, having to put the kids to bed or comply with camp curfew.
Some, though, were still up, and Percy couldn't help but think they made a formidable crowd despite the average age.
Carter and Sadie Kane were seated right next to the fire, experimenting with spells to see which ones could influence the hearth's magic. The flames were already so high and vibrant from the party that their magic wasn't doing much, though.
Farther down the steps were Magnus and Alex who had decided to stay the night rather than go back to Boston. They were talking to the Stolls, Clarisse, and Katie Gardener, which could only bring trouble.
Thalia and Reyna were mingling around the crowd, looking young as ever, as was Apollo, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly, considering his own adventures as a mortal. Meg McCaffrey was also walking around the fire, throwing things in to see how fast they would incinerate.
Piper and Shel - another mortal, he noted - were talking to Jason and Leo toward the middle of the stands, and Hazel and Frank were roasting marshmallows by the fire with Grover and Juniper.
Just behind Percy and Annabeth, Nico and Will were loudly discussing the latest Marvel movie with Rachel, a debate Percy and Annebeth would surely find themselves drawn into sooner or later.
For now, Percy took a moment to admire his wife. Annabeth, whose hair was more grey than blonde now, who had laugh lines and worry lines, who had never looked more beautiful. She wore all signs of her age like badges of honor - because they were.
He still couldn't believe they had made it this far.
A soft whoosh drew Percy's attention to his left. Beside them, the god of wine had formed out of nowhere, still in a leopard print shirt and looking the same as he did when Percy was 12.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" he said. Percy noticed that the cup in his hand didn't smell like alcohol despite his sentence having ended several years ago. "Mortals, Egyptians, Norse, Romans, and Greeks, all around Hestia's hearth. I never thought I'd see the day."
Percy and Annabeth exchanged an amused glance. "Hey, Mr. D."
"Yes, hello, Peter and Annabelle." He took a sip of whatever was in his cup. "I hope you realize the magnitude of what is in front of you."
Saving them from answering, Chiron trotted up next to his old colleague and said, "It truly is a wonder." He looked straight at Percy and Annabeth. "And it's because of you two."
Percy felt his face heat up, and one look at Annabeth showed hers doing the same.
It was true, though, he realized. None of these people would be here without them.
"I've been doing this for a very long time, and it is rare that any of my students live past their teen years, yet here we are in front of so many that have lived over half a century. I wonder - how long will this last?" Chiron shook his head. "I don't know, but I pray it is permanent."
Dionysus nodded. "Well said. I trust there is room in Cabin 1 for me?"
"Of course."
With that, he stood and walked down the steps of the amphitheatre toward the cabins, away from the fire and the remaining party.
The wine god had gotten much better since the wars and even sometimes acted like he cared, but there were still the rough edges. Percy found that he liked him much more, now.
He was leagues better than a lot of other gods.
Chiron continued. "I'll leave you to the party, but I want you to think about the impact you have had on our worlds." He looked at them sadly. "We will never forget you two."
Once again, Percy's eyes had gone a bit misty, as had Annabeth's. She squeezed his hand. "We're really lucky, you know."
"Yeah," he agreed. They were.
"Hey, I was waiting til the end of the night for this. Come here." She picked up his hand and dragged him to the bottom of the steps, right by the fire. He followed her curiously, sure what else could possibly be happening today. They'd already sung happy birthday, and presents had been sent to their apartment out of necessity for sheer volume.
She looked up at the crowd. "Hey, guys! It's time."
He looked at her, suddenly scared. "Time for what?"
She didn't answer, and he was forced to wait while all of their friends climbed down to the center of the amphitheatre looking way too excited.
Then, Clarisse came around from the side with a small blue cake that looked like a brick with a single candle stuck in it, and he knew exactly what was going on.
"Come on, guys, aren't we too old for this?" he said nervously, slightly afraid that if any of these 50-60 year olds attempted to carry them, they would throw out their backs.
"Nice try, Jackson," Clarisse said. She handed him the plate. "Make a wish."
Even the non Greeks and the rest of the Seven seemed to know what was going on.
"Yeah, Percy, we all wanna see you two get dunked,” Grover said.
Percy turned a betrayed look to him. "G-Man?"
Travis spoke up next. "C'mon, hurry up!"
"Yeah, let's go!" He wasn't sure which one said that.
He looked at Annabeth next. "You're okay with this?"
She smirked. "I organized it!"
Of course she did.
Percy threw his head back and laughed, then blew the candle out without thinking too much.
A cheer went up around the crowd. "To the lake!"
"Wooh!"
And that's how they found themselves being lifted up onto everybody's shoulders and thrown into the lake, having the second best underwater kiss ever.
Tomorrow, they would go home to their apartment in Queens and return to their everyday lives, but they always knew Camp Half Blood would be there to return to, because this place, more than anywhere else, was home.
They were home.
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Time Flies
Chucky just sat at the table his metallic cane in his hand, his once vermillion hair now darkened accompanied with some grey, his eyes still maintaining their bright baby blue hue. He ran a hand across his face and perked up at the sight of his wife. Her emerald, green eyes still struck him, causing a smile to spread across his face. She set a plate down of Swedish meatballs in front of him and gifted him with a peck on the cheek.
"The twins are coming home to visit today.....they're bringing the kids...."
Chucky leaned his head against hers smiling.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah Sweetface....you ready to be swarmed by 5- and 6-year-old again?"
Chucky chuckled to himself running a hand through his shortened locks.
"Yeah......like the good ol' days...."
He remembered back to when the twins were around that again scurrying around the house, yelling and laughing with glee and innocence. Chasing Beau around when he was still here. But now the house was silent, no bickering, no barking, no more waking up in the middle of the night because of nightmares. None of it. Now his kids we're grown up. They have their own lives now. The couple shot their heads up when they heard the doorbell. Before the couple even answer, two little redheads came racing in bouncing up and down, soon followed by Glenda and Glen. These two little gremlins as Chucky nicknamed the two were Glenda's kids. Glen had chosen to travel the world and wasn't ready to settle down, but adored the two little redheads.
Glenda hugged Chucky and Tiffany giving them both a kiss on the cheek and a warm greeting. Soon followed by Glen.
The two grandkids both clawed at Chucky and Tiffany wanting some attention.
"Alright come here"
"Hi!!! How have you two been!"
Chucky sent his granddaughter on his lap and she hugged him tightly. While Tiffany was hugging her grandson and ticking him.
"So, what's up with you two?"
"Yeah! You two need to visit more often!!"
"I know! We should it's just been busy! I just came back from Hawaii! I was full of green and animal life over there!"
"Oh you know....just tending to these two....We me and Glen like this?"
The couple just looked at each other and smiled at the memories that flooded back.
"Yes"
"Yes"
"GRANDPA!!!! IS IT TRUE THAT YOU THREW SOMEONE OUT A WINDOW!!!"
Chucky simply chuckled to himself recalling the memory that seemed to be from another lifetime.
"Well, kiddo.....yeah.....I sent her flying"
"WOW"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Grandma!!!! You told me last time, that we could bake some cookies!!! Can we!!! Please!!!! Please!!! PLEASEEEE!!!"
"Of course Sweetface!"
Chucky watched Tiffany carry the youngin to the kitchen, both of them giggling the whole way. Chucky sent his granddaughter down and grabbed his cane standing up and properly greet the twins. He missed them.
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Politely Asking Gods To Stop Breaking Into My House
a companion fic to the earlier picture, written in 2nd person pov simply bc i can <3
There is a massive black wolf in your kitchen attempting to carefully gnaw his way into a jar of peanut butter. Well, correction: there is a god masquerading as a massive black wolf in your kitchen, trying to carefully gnaw his way into a jar of peanut butter.
"I can't believe you've done this to me, yet again. God could you, could you like warn me you're going to do this shit next time. seriously dude the fuck." The god-wolf jerks his head up as you speak, fixing you with a stare far too intelligent, ears pricked in your direction.
It would be more intimidating if he wasn't still holding the jar between his teeth, the thing looking comically tiny when compared to the size of his canines.
"Give, c'mon. Gimme." He relents his, very slobbery, prize to you and you immediately regret the action. "God you're so gross like you have. You have hands Loki you can use them." You don't catch the difference in his stare as you turn to wipe off the jar and grab a spoon. But if you had, you'd be questioning why he looked so amused. "y'know you're so. honestly you're so lucky I like wolves, otherwise you'd have given me more of a heart attack than you did."
The instant you've scooped some of the nutty treat there is a muzzle over your shoulder and a tongue as big as half your damn head trying to get at it. "Christ my man can you wait like thirty seconds-"
He cannot evidently, as he practically takes your hand along with the spoon. "What is wrong with you. Why are you like this." When the spoon is tugged back, with a lovely massive dent he at least has the sense to look mildly contrite. ".....you're gonna give me grey hairs. Swear you fuckin are." Considering the jar a loss as is you scoop out more and watch as he takes the peanut butter more politely this time.
"...so. What prompted the, the wolf thing. and like the "being absolutely god damn massive" thing?" He doesn't respond, because of course he doesn't as you know he finds it more amusing to mess with you when he's like this. "Like seriously you could've. You could've been the tiniest bit smaller, but no, you have to be. An absolute menace."
There is still no response and you give in to the urge to very lightly bap his nose. he wrinkles it at you, briefly baring his sharp teeth before sneezing and making you laugh. "God you're. You're something huh. …well. if you're gonna hang like this you wanna, you wanna cuddle? I've always wondered what cuddling with a wolf was like. I mean I sorta did once, grandpa had this huge wolf dog…."
You trail off as he trots from the kitchen to your living room and you follow after, getting to watch as he nudges aside your coffee table like it weighs absolutely nothing so he can lie down. "..You're helping me put that back later." All you get in response is a huff as he settles his head on his paws.
As for you? You lower yourself to sit by his side, making the slightest groan as your knees protest the action, before coming to lay back against him. He is…incredibly soft. You cannot resist the urge to run your fingers through his fur, marveling at the way your hands positively sink into it. ".....huh. neat."
There is a long moment filled only with the sound of his breathing and you continuing to stroke his fur. But eventually you have to break the silence. "Alright so. Since you're being all….wolfy. I'm gonna hold you hostage and talk about my little ponies." The huff he lets out sounds more amused this time, so you take that as your cue to launch into it. "So the newer generation involves the mane six, Twilight Sparkle is the element of friendship…"
Loki, for his part, is still silent all throughout your hour long discussion about the technicolor little horsies. His tail wags however when you get particularly excited talking about Tempest Shadow, gesturing vaguely in the air before your hand rests back on his head, unable to resist the siren song of soft fur.
"...and so like I didnt exactly grow up on the 80's my little ponies? But I did like, I had one of the movies, and it's still one of my favorite. So while I adore the newest designs I'm partial to that version…"
In all your rambling you did not hear the door open, nor did you hear the earlier click of the lock as someone decided that breaking and entering would be far more amusing than knocking. You do however hear the sound of your girlfriend's voice as he enters the living room.
"What are you two talking about?"
You look up, blink several times, look back down to the giant wolf you're cuddling with, look back up, continuing blinking. "............what the fuck?"
At any other time the sound of his laughter would fill you with an irritated kind of glee, but now it only furthers your confusion. Especially as he comes further in and leans down to ruffle his fur. "Fenrisúlfr, did you not introduce yourself properly?"
The wolf, Fenrisúlfr, lets out a long drawn out whine accompanied by a pout. "......I've been. I've been cuddling with." You're buffering, trying to connect the dots but coming up entirely blank as your brain simply refuses to accept any of this situation.
"Cuddling with my son yes, Fenrisúlfr or Fenrir I believe some of you call him."
"I just spent. Roughly an hour. Explaining My Little Pony, to. To one of the fuckers involved in Ragnarok?" He lets out another whine at that, ears pinning back up until you stroke them all gently.
"Evidently yes. You have been."
"...so if, so if this is Fenrir. there's also your other kids? Jörmungandr and Hel? And, and Narfi an Nari?" At his nod you pause for a moment, before speaking again. "So you did also have Sleipnir-"
You spring out of the way before you even finish your sentence, laughing as he swears at you for bringing it up for the millionth time.
Fenrisúlfr for his part stays in his spot, seemingly very content to watch the two of you dart around the living room.
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I am his, he is mine
Pairing: Dark Mafia Lance Tucker x Nera Yang (OFC)
Summary: Between a marriage with a mafia boss and the upcoming funeral Nera has to involve herself in, it's always nice to find a bit of downtime.
Even if that said "downtime" is getting fucked in a dressing room by her husband on a shopping trip.
Warnings: Mafia AU, Dark!Lance, Possessive!Lance, interracial relationship, cultural differences, mentions of funeral planning, past toxic relationship, past mention of cheating, semi-public sex, mirror sex, mild body issues, daddy kink, pet names (bunny), rough kissing, vaginal sex, rough sex, mentions of bodily fluids, mild choking
Additional Notes: This was written for Bea, aka @extremelyblackandwhite's special day! I hope you enjoy babes! Happy late birthday!
Also, I'll be posting this onto my AO3 too. If you wanna read it on the AO3, you can do so here.
Word Count: 6226
“Bunny, let’s go shopping.”
“Huh?”
It had caught his wife’s attention. The petite, but chubby Hmong woman looked up from her book. A bewildered expression graced her face as she secured her place with a bookmark before putting the book down.
“Come again?” She asked, still confused. It certainly showed on her face. Her dark eyebrows were scrunched together.
Her brown eyes searched up and down, looking up at Lance’s face, in his blue eyes, before her eyes trailed down his body, even seeing the tattoos he had on his hands. The crime boss of all of Seattle was still staring at her. Waiting for an answer.
“Oh.”
“Oh!”
He was being serious.
Like, real serious.
Hopping up to her feet, the dark-haired man watched as his little wife strode over to him, the golden necklace with the medal hanging on the small chain bouncing against the fabric of her cropped mint colored sweater. Nera smoothed down her purple skirt that looked a little faded because he knew those were her favorite pair. Grey slippers with bunny ears on the top graced her feet. And he also knew for a fact that she didn’t wear shoes in the house. When they first started going out, his little bunny told him straight up that in Asian households, they did not wear shoes.
Point blank period.
And Lance definitely agreed on the no-shoe-in-the-house rule. It was just so tacky. Any dirt or muddy footprints drove him nuts. Plus, they were always such a bitch to mop off of the floor. He wasn’t about to waste his time on that shit.
“Uh… why are we going shopping?” Nera asked him, only a little bit confused now. “Don’t you remember? We gotta go to your grandpa’s funeral from your dad’s side that’s in a few months. I already pre-packed our bags and shit. You told me a month ago that we had to be there for the funeral planning. And because you threw the biggest fit when you put in ten thousand for the funeral price.”
A scowl suddenly appeared on Nera’s face. “Because my uncle started bitching about it!” She snapped, looking irritated now. “He was all, ‘Oh, you must put in a sizable amount of money,’ and then when I put in ten-thousand, he wanted to act like I didn’t put in enough! I gave them ten thousand! Ten! Thousand! What more could they want from me? I’m a part of the immediate family! I’m the granddaughter! Of course I’d give them some money!” She exclaimed. Really, she looked about ready to grab a shotgun off the wall and put a bullet through her uncle’s head.
Not that Lance really blamed her. He had met her dad’s side of the family once, and boy oh boy. They had enough drama to have a reality TV show on TLC, or like the fucking Kardashians and shit.
Come to think of it, weren’t they getting another reality TV show on Hulu?
Lance knew that Hope Ann Gregory, his second-in-command would eat that shit up. She lived for the messy drama. The blonde woman had even been there for the Dramageddon One with that one celebrity dude that Maggie Townsend, one of Lance’s employee's kids lovingly dubbed “Jafar Starfish” had been in. That one older dude with pink hair and no eyebrows.
Whatever.
He didn’t keep up with that shit. That was something Hope, Maggie, and Nera clearly kept up with. Whatever made them happy, he supposed.
But anyway.
Getting back on track with the whole funeral thing.
“He's still on that payment bullshit, huh?” Lance mused. Nera just scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “No. It’s considered an “unspoken topic” because everyone got mad at each other and now they aren’t fucking speaking to each other. It’s so fucking stupid.”
Not that Lance was one to talk.
Not really.
His parents had gotten divorced when he had been eight because his dad had been a misogynistic piece of utter shit. It all had started when Lance had been young, wanting to do gymnastics, only for his deadbeat dad to tell him that he couldn’t do it because “you’re a man and men only do manly sports like boxing or wrestling.”
What a fucking little bitch.
Now Lance had a Silver and a Gold medal from the Olympics, on top of being the regional mafia boss of all of Seattle.
His dear old dad could go and fuck himself.
So really, the whole we-have-a-fucked-up-family-history was just one of the things Lance and Nera shared in common.
“… but—” Nera was continuing to talk again. “When we get there, my uncle’s gonna make such a huge show of apologizing to all of us. Bitch, please. I’m not accepting any of his fucking apologies. Not when he called me a gold digger when we got engaged. Remember that?”
Oh yes.
Oh yes, Lance did indeed remember the Unfortunate Events of their Engagement. Or, as everyone around their personal family circles gossiped and had called it, The Mafia Scandal. Lance and Nera had gotten engaged after four years of dating after Lance had overheard Nera’s mother asking why she and Lance hadn’t tied the knot yet. According to Nera’s mother, she thought that if two people were still dating after two years and hadn’t tied the knot yet, then they weren’t destined to be together, or some weird thought process like that.
Sadly for his mother-in-law, Lance had heard everything. So, to the surprise of Nera’s mom, after catching her daughter’s boyfriend absolutely banging her in a closet, he had announced that they were getting married.
… and then Nera’s uncle had thrown a fit and called her a gold digger, leading to Nera spilling the tea on his past marriage and causing chaos for the entire household.
Really, the entire household was in a chokehold for an entire week.
To make matters even worse for Nera’s mom, she and Lance had decided to just get married at the courthouse, with her older sister Gina and Gina’s boyfriend and Lance’s personal bodyguard/driver Curtis Everett being the only two people in attendance.
So, Lance had a sneaking suspicion that her mother was going to try and bring it up when they would get back to her hometown during the funeral.
Possibly.
Maybe.
“Uh-huh, yeah I remember bunny.” He was nodding along. Letting out an annoyed noise, Nera stretched her hands in an effort to calm herself down. It allowed Lance to see the newly manicured nails that she had gotten. Unlike some women who had their nails bedazzled and were longer than his temper sometimes with dumbass clients, her nails were a French tip. Her nails were short, too.
They were simple. He liked that. Maybe he’d try and convince her to get those stiletto nails that Hope had been blabbing to him about earlier this morning.
Feeling her temper slowly simmer down, Nera let out a soft sigh.
“Okay. When and where are we going?”
A couple of minutes later, Nera found herself in a car, sitting in the shotgun seat with Lance who was driving. Curtis had informed his boss that he was heading to be with his girlfriend early, so Lance was free to drive his own car in bliss.
The roaring sound of the engine and the flying scenery of Seattle out the window were all Nera acknowledged as she nervously fiddled her thumbs.
When they reached their destination, Nera watched with a horrified expression on her face once she saw the certain store Lance had decided to take her to come into view.
Panic started to settle in her throat.
Nonononono.
Oh fuck her Jesus.
With the most careful, articulated mask of calmness she could muster onto her face to conceal her inner panic, hastily accepted her husband’s hand to help her out of the car.
She hadn’t felt this nervous, this horrified to her stomach since she had found out that some dude from a rival gang had been stalking her for months. Apparently from what Hope had told her, the weirdo dude in question was someone not of high standing, so if he randomly disappeared one day, nobody would really bat an eyelash. After that, Nera made sure to carry a gun in her purse whenever she could.
Unlike that time though, she didn’t want to puke or vomit because she was terrified someone was going to possibly kidnap her or rape her.
Nope.
She was terrified because this store, this goddamn Dior store was expensive as shit.
Yes.
Nera Yang was terrified of the Dior store.
Hahurr was what Maya Hart from that one Disney Channel show liked to say. It worked well in this situation.
Growing up, her family didn’t have a lot of money. They weren’t dirt poor, but they weren’t upper-middle either. Hell, they probably didn’t even count as just middle-class either. They were more of a poor middle class, to be honest. So while Lance had been dripping with wealth due to his background, Nera did not. She always had a budget she followed, and whenever she had gone out with her friends, she wouldn’t spend a lot of money. Hell, she had spent around thirty dollars hanging out with them and once she got home, she felt like absolute shit.
So when she married Lance, she tended to be more laid-back when she spent. Unlike her husband, who wore Armani or Gucci suits— she was usually in causal clothing or her mini dresses.
However, upon gazing up at the Dior sign, she couldn’t help but nervously swallow. She started to nervously play with her fingers again as she walked with Lance into the store. A brunette woman greeted them once they stepped inside.
Every step she took into the store made her feel as if she was walking on eggshells.
“What are we doing here?” she whispered to her husband. “Why are you whispering?’ Was his response.
Again, she nervously swallowed as she gazed around. “I-I,” she stuttered, “I just— I just thought that, well, maybe you’d take me to Target or something. Or… I dunno… let me walk around the mall.”
“Do you guys need some help? Lance heard the brunette stylist ask. “No, not yet.” His baritone voice filled the room. He quickly leaned in close.
“Bunny. I’m not taking you to fuckin’ Target. And I sure as hell aren’t gonna let you wander off into the mall by yourself. Besides, I’m not gonna get fucking caught dead in the public mall. Who fucking knows who could be watching. Your fucking ex could be out to arrest me again. And then he could try and get you back once my ass is in jail. No way.” Lance hissed.
Nera just glared at him. She even scoffed lightly, keeping her voice down. “As if I’d let him fuck me. I’m not into cheating dick bags. He lost the privilege to fuck me when I caught him having a goddamn threesome on my bed with his two other girlfriends. I had to beg my mom to replace it with a new one cause it made me sick.”
It actually had made her sick. For three months, she resisted the urge to sleep in her old bed because all she could remember was seeing her ex-boyfriend go at it with his two other side chicks simultaneously at the same time. As if she didn’t even matter. Like she was nothing. Like she hadn’t been good enough to fuck. Nera had bit down the feeling of physically vomiting in the bathroom until her mom had finally gone out with her to purchase a new bed.
After calling it off with the douche canoe, she had found out years later that he had moved to Seattle and had become a Defense Attorney. It had been a hilarious moment when she had been in one of the interrogation rooms and he had walked in.
The entire room reminded her of one of those Law and Order episodes. Honestly, Nera wasn’t really creeped out. She was totally ready to bail her husband’s ass out of jail. But, she doubted that he needed all the help. After all, he had the best lawyers and defense attorneys.
It didn’t hurt to speed up the process though. Dressed in a sage green mini dress with the golden necklace with the medal hanging on the chain with a pair of mouse flats, and her hair braided, she waited.
And then, the door opened.
“Nera?”
She watched with a cold expression on her face as her ex from literal hell walked into the room.
The dude that had been sitting across from her looked surprised. If she had been the meek little mouse that she had been back when they had been dating, she probably would have wished to sink into the floor.
But not this time.
"Son of a bitch," she greeted coldly. Her phone began to ring in her pocket. Pulling out her iPhone SI Model Two, she pressed the green call button and answered.
“Don’t fucking move. I’m coming.” Andy Barber, Curtis’s cousin, and their personal Defense Attorney spoke through the phone. “Okay. I’ll be waiting here for you. Thanks for letting me know.” Nera replied kindly. After hanging up her phone, she slipped it back into her purse. Before looking up good-naturedly.
“White, get out.” All Nera did was lean back into her seat as her ex barked at the other dude to get out. After watching them squabble for a few seconds, the White dude left, the door closing behind them.
Occupying the same space that White had just been in, she watched as her ex nervously cleared his throat, the Hispanic man looking almost nervous.
It made her eyes narrow.
“Speak asshole, or forever hold your peace.” she snapped at him.
“So… u-um… how have you been doing?” She saw him nervously chuckle. He even rubbed the side of his neck, a thing he used to do back when they used to date back in high school.
She stared at him. Dead on. Right in the face. He was briefly reminded of the current pain in his ass that he was dealing with, also known as the regional crime boss, Lance Tucker.
Nera didn’t even have it in her to be surprised. Or sympathetic towards this dude, this piece of shit.
It surprised no one when she snapped, “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? ‘How have you been doing?’ Fuck you! You lost the right for me to be nice to you when I caught you fucking your side chicks in my bed! In my childhood bedroom! So no, I’m not telling you how my life’s been! I’m here for my husband.”
Still seething, Nera realized, maybe this was how her husband felt when someone got under his nerves. Granted, she would never have the burning urge to beat the shit out of someone, or worse— possibly even beat the shit out of them until they were near collaspation or death, but she did have an urge to bitch slap the asshole across his face.
“Will you keep your voice down? I know it might be hard for you to— wait, you’re married? To who?” If possible, the douche canoe looked horrified. It was at that moment, that his gaze quickly darted to her left hand, proudly showcasing a gold band on her ring finger. Signifying that yes, she was a married woman.
Nera didn’t answer him. “Like I said, I’m here for my husband. I would like to at least see him,” she spoke, an icy tone in her voice.
Quickly grabbing a hold of his manners, he hurried, “Ms. Yang—“
“I don’t go by that name anymore,” she snapped at him harshly. “I would like to see my husband after our lawyer arrives.”
Just in the nick of time, Andy came through the doors. Nera caught the beard that the brunet man was growing out, and she thought it looked quite nice on him. The beard matched him. Not every man could pull off the beard. She respected that.
Andy Barber strolled in with a hard look in his eyes. Dressed impeccably in his dark navy suit, he looked like a vision. And just like her husband, he commanded the room just as he walked in. He always had that certain air about him. But, Andy always was nice to her. It was nice to see him.
Usually, not in these circumstances, but hey— life was weird.
He made sure to shut the door for privacy as Nera pulled out the chair next to her so he could sit.
“You’re Tucker’s lawyer.” The ex was glaring at him. “Yes, thank you for remembering.” Andy’s crisp tone nearly made Nera snicker into her hand, but she remained poised.
She saw his eyes dart back to her wedding ring. And then back to Andy. He did this a few times before he started blinking rapidly. Andy leaned close to her, whispering in her ear.
“This is the famous ex, huh?” mused Andy playfully. Nera resisted the urge to snort. “Unfortunately.” She watched with pure amusement as a nearly comical look overtook her ex’s face.
“You’re married to Tucker?!” he exclaimed. Shrieked, almost too.
“I’m a very lucky woman.” Nera nodded as Andy was the one to openly snicker.
She watched his horrified face, and then, for the first time that day— she smiled.
Nera couldn’t help but look around the store still.
She didn’t like flexing her money. It always was a fact pushed to the back of her mind that her husband was loaded.
Literally and figuratively.
“I know, I know,” her soft mutters didn’t ease Lance’s storming mood. “I just— I don’t like to…” she swallowed again, “I just… I didn’t marry you for your money.”
“I know that bunny,” Lance told her. “But quite frankly, I don't give a fuck. I like spoiling you. I like seeing you dripping with my wealth. It’s hot.”
Her cheeks flushed. Her lips darted out so she could lick them, something Lance noticed. Shyly, she nodded, clearly conceded.
After watching Nera go aisle to aisle, picking off clothes that she liked, eventually, he found himself sitting on a bench in one of the dressing rooms.
Nera did a quick run-through of all the clothes she had picked out. Dresses, blouses, jeans, skirts— mostly dresses though.
Lance had been in the middle of a call with Hope when Nera’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Lance? Can you help me with this dress?”
“Hope, I gotta call you back. Yes, I’ll bring you food,” Nera could picture her husband openly rolling his eyes in exasperation before he pushed the door handle and opened the door.
He hadn’t been ready for what he was about to see.
The clothes that she had picked out were in two different spots on the two different hangers. Lance suspected one was for good and bad matches. And, in the middle hung a single hanger, which he presumed was for the current dress that Nera was trying on.
The door closed behind him and he made sure to lock it. Nera watched as Lance came from behind her, his hands finding the zipper. The sound of Lance pulling up the zipper was the only noise that filled the room.
“Does it look okay?” Came Nera’s soft voice. The black dress was snug and had a v-neck. It fell just below her knees. Lance’s fingers brushed over the mesh material, making a shudder run down Nera’s spine.
“It looks great on you bunny,” Lance’s low raspy voice sounded in her ear. His breath tickled against the shell of her ear, and this time she visibly shuddered.
“Are you sure it looks okay? I don’t… look fat in it?” Uncertainty laced her voice as Nera herself gazed in the mirror, seeing her reflection. She could see all of her rolls and pudginess. Poking at her own muffin top, Nera frowned at her reflection.
“You don’t look fat in it. You look very fuckable.” Lance deduced. A deep noise came from her in embarrassment. “Lance!” she cried out. Undeterred, Lance went on. “It makes your tits look good too. But I always thought you had great tits.”
At the mention of her aforementioned titties, Nera’s arms reached up to push them up, making them even bigger than they already were. Nera’s tits had been small and she had liked them just fine until her sophomore year had hit. Then boom; suddenly they were freaking huge.
Ever since then, she always had a love/hate relationship with them. Along with the rest of her body.
She had so many rolls that were noticeable by the mini dresses she wore. Despite trying her best to not think about her horrible body insecurities, they always seemed to pop up in the most inconvenient times.
Like right now.
“… thank… you?” Nera tried to thank him, but it came out awkward.
Then all of a sudden, she was suddenly bent over. She scrambled to secure her hands against the mirror so she wouldn’t fall or lose her balance.
Yelping gently, her yelp turned into a little noise of surprise when Lance roughly grabbed a hold of the cotton fabric of her purple skirt and yanked it up.
“Lance, what are you—“ She was cut off by him grabbing a hold of her panties and pulling them to the side. The sudden cool air made her nearly shiver. A deep shudder ran down her spine as she eyed herself in the mirror, a sharp contrast with the man standing behind her. Despite being chubby, she was petite. Small. Hilariously small compared to her husband. Other than having tattoos almost nearly everywhere on his body, he was massive. Even though he had done gymnastics which made him have a leaner body type, after getting in jail a few times, he had worked out. The lean body type he had soon changed into a bulkier, almost beefy stature.
Simply put, she probably looked like a cinnamon twist compared to his beefcake of a self.
“You’re not fat bunny. I don’t ever wanna hear that shit come out of your mouth ever again, you got that?” Lance’s voice had a low edge to it. Like it was a personal attack against him.
When he saw his bunny nervously lick her lips in response, that deep homicidal urge crept back again. That deep urge to just get rid of whoever, whatever was hurting his girl burnt through him like he was a man deeply possessed. His jaw tightened.
“But… I’m…” she protested gently. “You’re what, bunny?” Lance’s hard response had her thighs quivering.
“I-I’m… I’m too big. Everywhere.” Nera’s voice trembled and shook as she visibly swallowed, her eyes transfixed on her body from the mirror. Every roll and pudge of her body was sticking out. Hell, her muffin top was even showing itself too. Proudly showcasing itself all like; sup bitches I am here.
It was quite disheartening in her opinion.
“No. I don’t think so.” Lance’s tone was firm as his free hand crept up and slipped into the fabric of her mint sweater, sneaking in between her bra and roughly grabbing her breast, rolling the gold bars that went across her nipples in his hand.
A small whimper filled the empty room.
“We’re— we’re in public, Lance!” Nera’s hiss didn’t deter him from his mission. Far from it.
“Then you’d better keep your voice down,” Lance’s clap back made her silently glare at him. Not that he really cared. He didn’t. He never had been, nor would he ever be that type of person. Ever.
Shoving three thick fingers inside of her, a low squishing noise filled the room. Nera bit on her tongue, so she could resist the urge to whimper out loud.
“Would you look at that, bunny. Look how wet you are for me. Didn’t know you needed Daddy all that badly.” Lance’s crooning made her flush. Like she was just some awkward teenage girl who was having sex for the first time.
She never usually felt like a blushing virgin, but she felt like it this time.
“Daddy,” the title fell from her lips in a breathless tone as she begged. She even wiggled her ass against him, sucking his fingers deeper into her pussy.
“Needy little bunny. Dripping all over Daddy’s fingers so nicely.” Lance hummed as he slowly pushed his fingers out, watching with a pleased, satisfied look as Nera tried to control herself. He saw the expression on her face change as she chewed on her lip, nearly biting it as her eyes were pleading with him.
“Gotta use your words, bunny. You’re a smart bunny. Tell Daddy what you want.” The gruffness in his voice made the fire that was burning in her belly burn all that much brighter. Hotter. Deeper.
Never had she ever felt this humiliated by him in her entire life. Ever! It was a nuisance! Wordlessly, maybe even, she desperately tried to roll her hips down to create some friction. Anything.
A deep little whimper of frustration came from his little bunny when he pushed more of his body weight onto her, trapping her. Keeping her there.
“No. Don’t move.” His voice was low and the undertone of his voice threatened punishment if she ever dared to make any type of movement. From where she was, bent over with him slotting himself on top of her, her eyes found their reflections in the mirror.
For a second, he looked like the terrifying, fearsome crime boss that everyone whispered about. His eyes were cold and calculating as he watched her look at him.
“Be good, bunny. You’re Daddy’s good little bunny, aren’t you?” His words washed over her like honey.
“Yes.” Her voice was meek. Small.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She heard him crooning. Cooing about what a good bunny she was.
“That’s my good bunny. You’re such an obedient bunny.” His praise made her clench her thighs together. Nearly shuddering, as if she was burned.
When he started to move his fingers in and out of her weeping core, she wasn’t ready. She had not been prepared for the wet, sucking noises. That feeling of her cum just oozing out of her and coating his fingers, making them all slippery. All the while his thumb had found her clit, and he was rubbing it like it was going out of style.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
She was gasping. Or was she mewling? She really didn’t know. Although she did try and keep her voice down, all the while she realized that yes, she was still struggling with keeping her voice down then—
Three fingers shoved themselves into her mouth, silencing her breathy noises of pleasure.
She might have choked a little.
“Needy bunny,” Lance was mocking her. “Can’t even follow simple instructions, can you? How you can take Daddy’s cock in every one of your slutty holes when you can’t even shut that pretty little mouth of yours?”
All he got in response was a muffled, yet slightly gurgled noise. It distinctively sounded like a muffled moan of protest.
However, it did not skirt him off of his current mission.
It truly did not.
Wet, pumping noises continued to squelch out of her as his fingers pumped in and out in earnest. Nera was clearly struggling, as Lance could see through the mirror’s reflection as her eyes brimmed with tears, the feeling of her drool dripping down his fingers, but he didn’t give two shits.
Continuing with his torturous ministrations, his thumb rubbed against her clit every time his fingers managed to find her g-spot. With one last thrust, he curled fingers right up against the spongy spot, making her eyes roll back in pleasure.
Pleasure erupted in her belly as she barely realized her climax. Her thighs shook and trembled tremulously, her entire body shuddering and shaking. The barely acknowledged wet, sucking noises of Lance prolonging her orgasm hardly reached her ears as he helped her ride it out.
Even when he took his fingers out of her and put them in his mouth to taste, she was still shaking. Trembling. Quaking in her boots, as the young Maggie Townsend would say.
"There you go, bunny. Now you're being the best little bunny."
Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth as Nera was reduced to a blabbing, drooling mess. Taking his fingers out of his mouth, he licked his lips before he leaned in towards her ear.
"What do we say to Daddy, sweet thing?" Lance crooned in her ear.
"Thank you, Daddy." was all Nera managed to mumble shyly. Lance pressed a soft kiss against her sweaty forehead.
"You're welcome, bunny." His praise made her thighs clench again. Surveying her in the black dress with a raised eyebrow, he hummed. “It looks good on you, bunny. Let’s buy that.”
“This one?” Nera managed to stutter in shock. She finally turned back to him, a complete look of surprise overwriting her features.
There was his bunny.
“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “It’s ruined!” Nera’s shrill clap back made him smirk. “Okay? And?” Was his counter.
Hastily wiping her mouth with a tissue she got out of her purse, Nera glared at him. It was cute. There she was, the light of his life, his treasure, his little wife, his bunny— in her five-foot-one chubby stature glaring at him. As if he was going to be intimidated. As if she really thought he could make her comply with his wishes.
He could.
But it was cute that she was putting in the effort.
“Don’t worry bunny, I’ll get one in your size. Change. I’ll meet you up at the cashier.”
After Nera had gotten dressed, she met up with Lance who was already standing at the cashier. She put the black dress, along with some other clothes that had been in the good to buy pile down.
The beeping sounds of your clothes being scanned through the scanner were all she heard. As the price grew more expensive with every beep, Nera started to chew on her bottom lip in nervousness.
“Okay, your total will be—“
“Wait. I forgot to add one.”
Lance threw in the ruined dress. Nera swore she never wanted the ground to swallow her whole than in this moment.
“A-Alright then,” Lance saw the stylist chuckle, probably out of surprise. With one final beep, the total flashed onto the screen.
Once they finished getting the clothes, Nera finally stepped out into the open air, deeply inhaling.
Lance came next to her, absolutely wearing the proudest smirk on his face. Like the damn little shit that he was.
“Come on, bunny. You didn’t think we’d stop at just Dior, did you?”
Later that night…
If Nera was going to be honest with herself, she had no fucking idea what time it was.
Did she know that the sun had gone down?
Yup.
Did she know if she had managed to eat dinner?
… Somewhat.
But what she did know was that she was draped over the kitchen counter in the luxurious apartment that she shared with Lance. Bent over all the way till her feet dangled, her elbows were on the counter as Lance was pounding her ass like it was his last day on this godforsaken green earth.
Really, what had her life come to at this point?
Hell if she fucking knew.
She probably couldn’t remember what her name was at this point. Forget knowing how to write it. Ancestors help her if she even remembered her Hmong name at this point either. She just knew deep in her gut that was currently getting rearranged that she would probably not be walking solidly for the next couple of days.
Weeks, maybe? Maybe one week? Or two?
Who knew, and who really fucking cared.
Nera was gasping. Crying out. Becoming a blabbering mess, because not only was Lance going to fucking town on her ass, this little fucker also had a hand in her slopping mess of a pussy, rubbing circle after circle on her abused clit.
She was totally going to go to the spa after this. She deserved to have her back massaged and turned into a slinky before she delved into joys of the flesh with her husband for the next three months.
The marbled countertop felt cool against her body, and her nipple piercings were pressed down too.
Oh yeah.
She was heading to the fucking spa after this shit.
Feeling his sweat mix with hers, Nera grunted and her eyes rolled into the back of her head when the piercing on the head of his cock hit her g-spot just right. It was like scratching that particularly good itch.
And with that, she was suddenly coming. White exploded in her vision, and a ringing echoed in her ears as her orgasm overtook her. Nera’s body jerked and twisted, a euphoric feeling flooding her veins. Lance groaned, even grunted against the side of her neck as his body inwardly shuddered at the feeling of being able to feel his wife’s orgasm. Her pussy still was clamped down on his erection, but it was still throbbing. His teeth nearly sank into her neck when his balls tightened, expelling all of his cum inside of her. Emptying until he had nothing else to give, whatever he had put in her ass leaked out of her pussy and was trickling down her legs.
For a couple of moments, all they did was try and catch their breath.
“Fuck’s sake…” breathed Nera as her vision finally stopped spinning. Catching her breath, she deeply inhaled and exhaled. To her surprise, when she got off of the counter, her legs were still in working order.
Just when they had got their clothes back on, there was frantic banging on the door.
The front door.
“Are one of your dudes coming by?” Nera was bewildered. “No,” replied Lance, suddenly looking confused. Her feet smack smacking against the hardwood floors, the Hmong woman made her way to the front door.
Flipping the locks, the door swung open.
“Oh thank freaking God!” A young, Hmong woman cried out. She looked panicked. “I had to run around town asking for your address! Thank goodness Gina gave me your address before he caught onto me.”
Nera looked gobsmacked.
“What are you talking about?” Was all she managed to say. Pulling her cousin by her arm, Lance watched in utter confusion as Nera tugged the brunette woman inside. Poking her head out, she looked both ways before slamming the door shut. Making sure to lock the top and bottom, her voice rang out.
“Lance, can you get my cousin a bottle of water?’
Looking like he had been slapped back to reality, Lance made a beeline to the pantry to get the bottle of water. Nera’s cousin took off her comfy converses at the door, led to the couch by her older cousin.
“What brings you to Seattle?” Nera asked kindly. Trying to desperately ignore the combined semen and arousal that was trailing down her thighs.
“I moved here recently. Six months ago, for my new job. I work at a tech company,” her cousin explained. Nodding along, her cousin continued to speak her tale. “But a month ago, I was set up on this blind date with this dude. He said he worked at the Defense Attorney's Office or something?”
There was a loud crash in the pantry. Both women turned to find the source of the noise.
“Sorry! That was an accident!” Lance’s voice shouted out.
“Anyway…” her cousin had an awkward look on her face. “It was okay. Dinner, I mean. It was okay. But then he… started acting all weird. Like a total weirdo. He asked me if I knew you, and then when I told him you were my cousin, he flipped out on me. Then, and then, I found out the asshole was pleasuring himself under the table. So I threw my tea in his face and now I’m forever banned from that restaurant,” your cousin sighed mournfully.
Nera’s face had gone white as a sheet.
“Nera? Hey, are you okay?” her cousin’s voice had tuned out to become white noise as a ringing noise echoed in her ears.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” were the only words she could utter, a look of pure horror on her face.
“Nera?” Her cousin tried again. Lance had gotten out of the pantry, a murderous look on his face as he tossed the water bottle in her cousin’s direction. Thanks to her quick reflexes, she caught it pretty easily. But she was still concerned for her older cousin. “Nera? Are you okay? Do you need water, or…”
Nera quickly grabbed her cousin by the shoulders, forcing her to look into her eyes. “The douche canoe’s name. What was his name?”
Her cousin’s face dropped to a scowl.
Then, she uttered the name that Nera loathed in every bone in her body.
“That dude you had a blind date with, that was unfortunately the ex douche canoe. And I don’t think he’s done shitting on my life. I think I’m going to need to go to war.”
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Mission 4: An Explosive Grudge, Enter Kamen Rider K.E.M.
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Izuku Midoriya has been through quite a bit ever since getting the Hero Driver and becoming Kamen Rider Deku. However, even he doesn't have words for what's happening right in front of him during class.
"Class, this is Fumihito Shiki. He'll be joining us for the rest of the year. I expect you to treat him like you would any other student." Their teacher tells the class.
Standing next to the teacher is Shiki, who is in the same uniform as Izuku with; a blank expression.
"Nice to meet you all. My name is Fumihito Shiki. I like sports and, of course, heroes." Shiki calmly states to the class.
"You can sit in that empty seat next to Midoriya." The teacher tells him, and Shiki nods before going to sit down.
"Alright, so today, we're starting our chapter on the third world war and how Quirks affected it during that time." The teacher explains to his students.
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The woman Samuel had given a Hero Driver to stand outside an apartment complex with the briefcase in one hand and the files raised to her face in the other.
The apartment complex looked similar to the one the Midoriyas were living in but grey and slightly more run down.
The woman looks at the files again before entering the apartment complex's stairwell. Once on floor three, she quickly marches down the hall until she reaches apartment thirteen. She then rings the bell to alert the residence.
"Yeah, what do you want." A confident, feminine voice asks her in annoyance as she's met with the sight of someone who could only be described as an older female version of the young man in her files.
The woman has a youthful appearance with spiky ash blond hair that reaches past the back of her neck, light skin, and red eyes.
The woman is wearing a lavender cardigan over a white blouse with a black skirt.
"Good morning, mam. Would you be Bakugou Mitsuki?" The woman in the Commission uniform asks her.
"Yeah, why, did my brat of a son do something again?" Mitsuki Bakugou asks in annoyance as she rubs her temples.
"No, quite the opposite, actually. I'm here to offer your son the chance most people his age can only dream of." The woman explains to Mitsuki while showing her the briefcase with the Hero Driver inside.
Mitsuki narrows her eyes slightly at the woman in front of her with a calculating expression as she tries to see through any lies or ulterior motives. After a minute, she moves to the side to let the woman in.
"Alright, but my idiot son is at school right now. So you're going to be talking with me first instead." Mitsuki doesn't tell the woman. She orders her instead.
The woman gives a slight bow with a nod before entering in.
"Of course, mam.
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After class, Midoriya is packing his things up and preparing to head out. As he does, he sees Shiki quietly doing the same. Deciding to talk to their friend, Izuku walks toward them.
"I didn't expect you to be joining my class," Izuku tells Shiki with a smile as Shiki puts his notebook in his bag.
"Grandpa wanted me to try and build a connection with you since we'd be working together and figured that going to the same school would help," Shiki tells him calmly as he finishes packing his bag.
Izuku nods in understanding when he says that.
"That makes sense. Do you think we'll be working with other people?" Izuku asks Shiki curiously.
Shiki looks at Izuku in surprise, but before he can say anything, Sero appears and puts an arm around Izuku's shoulder.
"Hey, Midoriya, ya ready to go? We agreed to hang out, remember?" Sero asks Izuku with a grin.
Izuku's eyes widen in realization as he remembers his plans with Sero.
"Oh yeah, sure." Izuku quickly nods his head.
"Cool, we can go to the arcade a couple of blocks from here," Sero tells him while pointing in the arcade's direction.
"Alright, th-" Izuku starts before his and Shiki's phones go off.
They quickly pull it out to see that it's a Nomu alert, much to Izuku's disappointment. However, Shiki waves him off.
"I've got something to take care of, Izuku. I'll talk to you later. Have fun with your friend." Shiki tells him as he grabs his bag and rushes out of the room.
"Well, that was weird. Is something going on with you two? Do you know him, Midoriya?" Sero asks them curiously.
"O-oh, y-yeah. My dad and his grandpa are work colleagues, and they're having us work together on something." Izuku explains to Sero, not lying but not giving the whole story.
"Huh, that's cool. What's the project you're working on?" Sero asks him as they walk out of the classroom.
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The young man who had released an explosion in his room when he heard Kamen Rider Deku's name and is on the woman's files enters their apartment to see his mother and the woman sitting on the couch.
The young man's eyes narrow at the woman in his apartment.
"Who's the lady, Old Hag?" The young man asks in a tone full of aggression.
"Watch your damn mouth, you brat! We have company!" Mitsuki angrily shouts at the young man, giving him a scathing glare.
"Bakugou Katsuki, a talented young man with an upper-middle-tier Quirk that's perfect for combat. You're also naturally gifted physically and mentally and have always had high marks in your schooling." The woman explains what she knows about the young man while holding his files, much to Katsuki's confusion.
"Huh, what are you, a fucking stalker? Why don't you fuck off before I kill you." Katsuki warns the woman with a searing glare as tiny explosions emit from his palm.
"Bakugou Katsuki, you will watch your damn mouth and behave in front of our guest!" Mitsuki angrily shouts at her son as she stands up from the couch.
The woman doesn't say anything to indicate that she's either afraid or annoyed with his behavior. All she does is smile at him.
"I wouldn't do that if you want to be a hero. I'm with the Hero Public Safety Commission, and I've come to offer you the chance to become a hero early. My name is Shinonome Mio." The woman explains to Katsuki.
That catches Katsuki's attention, and he gains a cocky smirk.
"Oh, so I can just skip having to study and become number one right away?" Katsuki Bakugou asks while looking down at her.
The woman's expression doesn't change from his attitude, and she puts the briefcase with the Hero Driver on the table and opens it for the Bakugou family members to see. When the younger Bakugou sees it, his eyes widen before narrowing in anger as he remembers who wields it and who they could be.
"Well, not exactly. You see, this is more of a provisional license and not an actual license. I am offering you the chance to join the Kamen Rider program. It's a special program designed to deal with the Nomus plaguing Japan." Shinonome explains to him with a smile.
"And you want my brat to join this program?" Mitsuki asks her with a raised eyebrow as Katsuki stares at the Hero Driver.
"Correct. He has a powerful enough Quirk for combat against them and will be the strongest out of the current three Kamen Riders." Shinonome explains to Katsuki's mother.
"What are the risks here?" Mitsuki asks Shinonome with narrowed eyes, not wanting to let Katsuki accept the Hero Driver without knowing the whole story.
"About the same as any other hero. You'll have to be fighting villains. However, while in the program, you'll only be permitted to use your abilities on Nomu and no one else. You will not be allowed to go out and fight regular villains if other heroes are in the area." Shinonome explains to Mitsuki in a calm tone.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! If this was made for taking down those bastards, why can't I fucking kill other villains with it?!" Katsuki exclaims in a highly aggressive tone as he raises both his palms up and emits multiple tiny explosions from each one.
"Watch your damn mouth already, Katsuki! You can't have everything your damn way!" Mitsuki snaps at her son angrily as she smacks him on the head for using his Quirk in the apartment.
"Shut up. You damn hag!" Katsuki shouts at Mitsuki in anger
Shinonome seems amused by their family dynamic.
"Mrs. Bakugou, does your son have your permission to join the program?" Shinonome asks the older Bakugou.
Mitsuki looks at Shinonome for a few seconds before sighing and giving a slight nod.
"If you can guarantee that my son will stay alive in this program. I'll allow it. However, you'll also need to get permission from my husband before you can give it to Katsuki." Mitsuki tells her with a grim tone.
"Like hell, you damn hag. I'm going to accept this no matter what he says. You're not getting in my way of becoming the number one hero!" Katsuki shouts at his mother in anger before getting smacked on the head again.
"Be quiet. You damn brat. Can't you see that your father and I want to be sure you don't get your ass killed!" Mitsuki shouts at her son.
"Like hell, I'll be killed! I'm the fucking best!" Katsuki shouts at Mitsuki.
Shinonome decides now is the time to go in for the kill.
"And, of course, you'll also learn the identities of the two pre-existing Kamen Riders due to having to work with them against the Nomu," Shinonome tells the Bakugou family members.
Those words cause Katsuki to freeze before charging at Shinonome.
"Katsuki!" Mitsuki shouts at her son in alarm and anger.
Katsuki grabs Shinonome by the shirt and glares into her eyes with pure malice.
"Who the fuck is Deku? Tell me right fucking now!" Katsuki orders her as he starts to singe her clothes with explosive palms.
If Shinonome is intimidated by Katsuki's violent actions, she's incredibly adept at not showing it.
"No, I won't tell anyone not a part of the program anything else." She tells him with a calm smile that pisses Katsuki off.
"You fucking bitch!" Katsuki shouts at her in anger before his mother hits him in the back of the head and causes him to let her go.
"Enough, Katsuki! Go to your damn room! I'm considering disagreeing with letting you join the damn program after this! Maybe we should wait until a hero school does something about that damn attitude of yours first." Mitsuki snaps at her son in anger while pointing towards his room.
Katsuki looks up towards Shinonome, anger still radiating off his face, before finally letting her go. Begrudgingly, he heads toward his room, and Mitsuki puts a palm to her face.
"Damn that brat. I don't know where he gets his attitude from, but he won't be able to become a hero with it. Let alone the number one hero." Mitsuki mutters to herself in a tone loud enough for Shinonome to barely hear.
Shinonome smiles at Mitsuki and tells her.
"I don't know about that. He's exactly the kind of person my organization is looking for. Sure, there are some areas to fix, but given enough time, he'll make a wonderful addition." Shinonome informs her.
"Are you sure? I've heard the Hero Public Safety Commission has become more strict on heroes' attitudes lately." Mitsuki tells her.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'll take care of everything," Shinonome tells her with a pleasant smile still on her face.
Mitsuki has a strange feeling from the other woman's words but soon decides to accept what she's saying.
"Alright, I'll talk to my husband about this. Could we get a number to call you later today or tomorrow?" Mitsuki asks Shinonome.
Shinonome quickly pulls out a slip of paper with her number and gives it to Mitsuki.
"Have a nice day, Mrs. Bakugou," Shinonome tells her before leaving the apartment.
As Mitsuki watches her leave, she doesn't notice the calculating look in Shinonome's eyes and the arrogant smirk on her face from her position behind them.
Once Shinonome is in the apartment complex parking lot, she looks up toward the Bakugous' apartment and gains a look of focus on her face.
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"That damn bitch not telling me who that bastard is," Katsuki grunts angrily as he scrolls through his computer.
However, his grumblings are cut off by a sudden voice in his head.
"If you want to learn more, then why don't you come outside and meet me in the parking lot," Shinonome's voice tells him from within his head, causing Katsuki to jump out of his chair in alarm and release of few explosions from his palm.
"Katsuki quit it with the damn explosions already!" His mother shouts at him in annoyance.
"Shut up, hag!" Katsuki shouts back in equal annoyance.
Katsuki quickly stomps out of his room towards the front door. While doing so, his mother sees him.
"And where do you think you're going?" Mitsuki asks him with a raised eyebrow.
"Out with some friends," Katsuki grunts at her as he continues toward the door.
Mitsuki narrows her eyes at him but decides to let him go, figuring he wants to brag about his early hero offer to his minions.
Katsuki exits the apartment and heads toward the parking lot to meet with Shinonome. When he arrives, he sees a smirking Shinonome holding a specific document from her stack of files.
"The hell were you doing in my head?" Katsuki angrily glares at her.
"I was simply letting you know how to learn more about the other Kamen Riders without your mom knowing. Don't you want to know if the boy you used to bully mercilessly is a hero now?" Shinonome asks him with a smirk.
That made Katsuki see red. He charges at Shinonome again, but this time is stopped by a sudden eruption of pain in his head that causes him to fall to his knees while holding his head.
"Alright, I like your spirit and how much you love using your Quirk, but I'm getting sick of you trying to attack me," Shinonome tells him calmly while staring at the downed form of Katsuki.
"Fuck you," Katsuki grunts angrily as he looks up at her with anger-filled eyes and gritted teeth.
"You're not my type, kid. Now, let's get down to business." Shinonome tells him as she throws a file down in front of him.
Katsuki suddenly feels the pain vanish and can think clearly. After a few seconds, his vision seems to clear and lets him see the file on the ground. What he sees makes him rage again.
The paper has a picture of Izuku and Shiki with photos of their Kamen Rider forms under their civilian pictures. In his rage, Katsuki quickly launches a palm toward the paper and releases a large explosion to destroy the sheet.
"Didn't like what you saw? I don't blame you. The fact that two Quirkless individuals get to wield something made to advance Quirk-use makes me angry too. That's why I'm offering you the chance to correct this injustice." Shinonome explains to him with a slightly annoyed expression of her own.
Katsuki doesn't seem to listen to her, though. The only thing on his mind is that Izuku became a hero before him.
"That damn bastard. He's getting in my way again." Katsuki thinks to himself as he grits his teeth in anger.
Shinonome smirks at this reaction.
"It's annoying, isn't it; two Quirkless people having the chance to accomplish their dreams of becoming the number one heroes through nepotism. Everyone knows they shouldn't be wielding those items and should go to people with powerful Quirks, like you." Shinonome feeds into the young man's ego.
Katsuki looks up toward her when she says that with narrowed eyes. Shinonome smirks at him.
"What do you say to a trial run with the Hero Driver? You can show those two Quirkless individuals their place by showing them what real power is." Shinonome offers as she holds the Hero Driver she took from the case towards Katsuki.
Katsuki looks at it for a few seconds before gaining a vicious smirk and taking the Hero Driver from Shinonome. He then puts it to his waist and lets the clamps shooting out from its sides wrap around him. However, he narrows his eyes when he doesn't transform.
"How the hell do I transform?" Katsuki shouts at Shinonome shouts in annoyance.
"Oh, you need one of these little things called a Power Coin. They download your Quirk to be read by the Hero Driver." Shinonome explains with a playful smirk as she shows Katsuki a blank Power Coin.
"Why didn't you say that before!" Katsuki snaps at the woman.
"Because you looked so confident that you knew what to do. Besides, we had a good moment going." Shinonome tells him with a smirk as she flips the coin toward Katsuki.
The coin suddenly freezes in mid-air before darting toward Katsuki. It quickly circles him and copies his Quirk before landing in Katsuki's palm.
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Kamen Rider Chamber is fighting against the newest Nomu in earnest. He is standing on top of a roof with his Ultra Magnum in rifle mode while raining shots down on the Nomu.
Today's Nomu had a minotaur-like look with brown fur, a face that was a mix between a bird and bull with an open head to show its brain, and a pair of blue pants to cover its lower body. On a few areas of their body are golden spikes, and their arm seems to be replaced with a black machine gun-like laser cannon.
"Get down here and fight me like a man!" The Minotaur Nomu shouts at Chamber in anger as it releases a rapid amount of laser shots at Chamber.
Unfortunately for Minotaur Nomu, they have a much harder shot at Chamber than he has at them. So most of his attacks aren't managing to hit Chamber, while Chamber can land consecutive hits. The Ultra Magnum's rifle shots also seem to pack more power than Minotaur Nomu's rapid shots, making the gap between the two more apparent as time moves. After a few seconds of this standoff, Minotaur Nomu starts backing into the front of a building before crouching onto one knee from the damage done to him.
"Time to end this," Chamber mutters as he pulls out the Rifle Power Coin and inserts it into the Ultra Magnum's coin slot.
"Power Rifle Finish!" The Hero Driver shouts as purple energy begins to build in the muzzle of the Ultra Magnum.
Chamber pulls the trigger and sends a spiraling drill-shaped blast of purple energy toward Minotaur Nomu. Minotaur Nomu looks up toward Chamber when he hears the sound of something heading towards him from above and sees the attack coming less than a second before hitting him.
"Gah!" Minotaur Nomu screams in pain as he's enveloped in an explosion and smoke.
When the smoke clears, A robust man with dark gray skin lies on the ground where Minotaur Nomu used to be. Afterward, Chamber's Power Coins fly out of his holder toward them and create two new Power Coins for him to catch. When he looks at them, he sees that one has the symbol of a bull while the other has a bunch of bullets.
"Well, these may be pretty useful. Should I give one to Midoriya? Maybe we should go over our Power Coins and trade with each other." Chamber thinks to himself as he looks the Power Coins over.
"Die!"
However, the fight doesn't seem to be over as Chamber suddenly ducks to avoid a palm strike and the explosion that comes with it. Reacting quickly, Chamber rolls forward to try and gain some distance and immediately points the Ultra Magnum toward where he previously was. Unfortunately, he doesn't see the person that had attacked him. He may not see them, but he does hear explosions above him and quickly points the Ultra Magnum toward the sky.
Chamber isn't able to see the person, though. The reason for this is that they're already behind him. Chamber feels an explosion hit him in the back, sending him flying forward while dropping the Ultra Magnum. Quickly standing back up, Chamber looks toward his attacker only to get a palm strike directly to his face. The force from it sends him crashing to the ground again, but this time, ending the transformation.
Shiki struggles to look at his attacker to see them marching toward him. He soon feels the person grab his throat.
"Where the fuck is Deku!" The person shouts in his face.
When Shiki finally gets a good look at the person, his eyes widen in shock. He could only see their face from his position, but that was enough for him to tell it wasn't a Nomu attacking him but a Kamen Rider.
"What are you doing? We're not supposed to be attacking each other." Shiki tells the Kamen Rider.
"Shut up! There's no fucking way I'm helping a Quirkless loser like you! Now tell me where Deku is!" The mysterious Kamen Rider shouts in Shiki's face.
"How am I supposed to know where he is? I've been over here fighting the latest Nomu." Shiki tells him while glaring at him.
"You useless fuck!" The Kamen Rider angrily shouts at him as he roughly throws Shiki to the ground.
Shiki winches as he quickly tries to stand up despite the pain and looks toward the Kamen Rider.
"You're not going to keep fucking running, Deku. I'll put you back in your damn place and show you who the real number one hero is." The Kamen Rider mutters as he puts his palms behind his back and uses explosions to propel him forward.
Shiki watches him go for a second while holding his throat before quickly pulling out his phone and speed-dialing his grandpa's number. When he picks it up, Shiki immediately shouts into it.
"Grandpa, we have a big problem! Someone attacked me after I beat the Nomu, and they had a Hero Driver!" Shiki tells him in a panic.
"What!" Fumihito asks in a panic. Shiki can hear something slamming and figures his grandpa had slammed his other hand on his desk while standing up.
"Yeah, they assaulted me after I finished the latest Nomu before threatening me for Midoriya's location," Shiki explains in a somewhat raspy tone.
"Are you okay? You sound a little funny. Did they do anything else to you?" Fumihito quickly asks his grandson in worry when he hears their voice.
"Yeah, they just had me by the throat. So my voice is a little raspy. I'll be okay. We need to tell Midoriya and his dad about this, though. Before whoever they are can attack him." Shiki tells his grandpa.
"I'll call your friend's dad. You try to call him. I'll also have a few Commission members alert the heroes in the area about a rogue Kamen Rider. Be safe." Fumihito tells Shiki.
"I will. It's Midoriya I'm worried about." Shiki tells his grandpa before hanging up.
Unknown to Shiki, someone had been watching him since he arrived to fight Minotaur Nomu.
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The doctor watches Shiki with a hand on his chin while inside the shadow-covered laboratory.
"Interesting. So one of the Kamen Riders is the Hero Public Safety Commission's chairman's grandson. It looks like that other one somehow managed to get their hands on this 'Hero Driver' as well." Doctor says in interest.
He watches as Shiki dials another number with a look of interest.
"They seem to care about the other Kamen Rider a lot. Well, I have enough data on this one for now." Doctor says before pressing a button under a microphone on his computer.
"Chamelo-Fly. Follow that new Kamen Rider around the city. He seems to be hunting the last Kamen Rider." Doctor orders.
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Behind Shiki, another Nomu appears out of thin air with a camera in their arms.
The Nomu looks like a mix between a chameleon and a dragonfly. They have bright green skin and red compound eyes on a stubby face with their brain showing on top of their head. The Nomu has an athletic masculine build with dark blue pants and dragonfly-like wings sticking out of their back.
"Right away, Dr. Garaki," Chamelo-Fly mutters before camouflaging himself again and flying away after the Kamen Rider that had attacked Shiki.
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Hisashi is working on a jetpack at his lab without David or Samuel. However, his work is interrupted by his phone ringing. Hisashi pulls his phone out and answers it without even looking at the caller id.
"Hello, engineering genius Midoriya Hisashi, here," Hisashi answers nonchalantly.
"WHO THE HELL DID YOU GIVE A HERO DRIVER TO, MIDORIYA!?" Fumihito shouts into Hisashi's ear.
Hisashi holds his ear in pain after that and glares into the phone.
"What are you talking about? I haven't given anyone a Hero Driver. We haven't even finished the third model yet." Hisashi tells Fumihito while looking towards a table where a nearly complete Hero Driver rests.
The face of the Driver is off to reveal various circuitry and fans within the device.
"Then how is it that another Kamen Rider has appeared and attacked my grandson? Unless whoever is creating these Nomu has already managed to copy your technology, your group is the only one capable of producing a Driver. Whoever has it seems to be hunting your son down as well." Fumihito tells Hisashi in an agitated tone.
"What!" Hisashi shouts in a panic.
"Yes, your son seems to be their target. That's why I'm even more confused about how they got a Hero Driver and why you gave it to them." Fumihito tells Hisashi, his tone starting to soften slightly as their conversation continues, becoming increasingly clear that Hisashi had nothing to do with the person who attacked his grandson.
"Well, we didn't give anyone a Hero Driver over here. We haven't even finished the third one yet. So, I don't know how someone could get their hands on one." Hisashi tells Fumihito.
"Do you think one of your teammates could be moonlighting by selling off their own personally made Hero Driver? If I remember correctly, both Mr. Shield and Mr. Abraham should have the resources to make their own with their connections on I-Island." Fumihito tells Hisashi in a grim tone.
Hisashi's eyes narrow when Fumihito says that, but it's not out of anger for his friends being accused. It wouldn't be the first time someone in any part of the hero industry made back-alley deals with someone for money or fame. As much as Hisashi hates the idea of his friends and fellow Hero Driver developers doing the same, he can't rule it out.
"I don't know. They may have done it. I'll have to check with the company president to see if any of her company's resources have 'mysteriously' disappeared. I'll look into it. So, don't get involved. I don't want to risk accusing anyone until we know for certain. Are we clear?" Hisashi asks Fumihito.
"I will accept that for only two weeks. If you don't find any results, I will have my own investigation into your team. You forget that the H.P.S.C. ordered the Hero Drivers to defeat the Nomu. We can't risk them falling into the wrong hands and must shut down any back-alley deals with them. I will not investigate your co-workers. However, I will have people tail them to ensure another leak doesn't happen again. Are we clear?" Fumihito asks in return as he sets his guidelines down.
"I can accept that." Hisashi agrees to his terms.
Fumihito hangs up, and Hisashi quickly speed-dials his son's number in a panic.
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Izuku and Sero are playing a shooter game at an arcade when Izuku's phone rings. However, Izuku doesn't seem to hear his phone over the sound of music and various video game noises within the arcade.
"Nice shot Midoriya." Sero tells him as he hits a tyrannosaurus in the eye to make it stumble backward, giving them more time to kill it.
"Thanks." Izuku smiles at the compliment.
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"Damn it, son. Of all the times you choose not to pick up your phone." Hisashi mutters to himself as he watches the phone go to voicemail.
Hisashi looks uncertain about what to do now that he can't reach his son.
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Katsuki is propelling himself over the city streets while searching for Izuku.
His Kamen Rider costume consists of a black full-body suit with a black chest plate, orange trim, sleek shoulder pads, and an orange X across his torso. He wears black and orange boots that stop just under his silver knee pads and green markings on his upper legs. Around Katsuki's neck, excluding the front is a silver collar. He has dark green gloves, orange palms, and silver armguards on his forearms. Katsuki's helmet covers his entire head with orange markings on the forehead, a silver mouthpiece, and glaring orange eyes with ends that look like explosions.
"Where the hell are you, Deku? Quit hiding!" Katsuki shouts in anger despite no one being able to hear him.
However, that isn't totally true, as he soon finds someone flying next to him.
"Hey, you're one of those Kamen Riders, right?" A voice next to him asks.
That startles Katsuki slightly, and he immediately aims a palm at his side where the voice came from.
"Woah, hey!" The person next to him shouts as they barely manage to avoid a spear-shaped explosion from the person he tried to talk to.
The explosion propels Katsuki to the side, and it takes him a moment to regain himself with his constant explosions. When he finally regains his balance, he gets a good look at the person who had been talking to him.
The person is wearing a crimson full-body suit with white metallic armor plates on his chest, arms, and knees and a smooth arrowhead-like helmet that shows the middle of his face, revealing light skin and green eyes, and some blond locks of hair. Attached and covering the entirety of his forearms are two sleek cannons, and he has a rectangular jetpack that matches his armor.
"Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you there." The hero apologizes after taking time to recover from the shock of being attacked.
"Then maybe don't suddenly talk when someone is flying in the damn air!" Katsuki shouts at the hero.
"Sorry. Anyway, you're one of the Kamen Riders, right?" The hero asks.
"Yeah, who's asking?" Katsuki snaps at the hero.
"Airjet. I just flew into town after hearing about how Nomus have been popping up lately. I figured I could help. So, who are you? I don't recognize you as one of the two I've heard about from my friends." Airjet tells Katsuki.
"Don't lump me in with those worthless pieces of shit. I am much better than both of them put together!" Katsuki shouts at Airjet.
That outburst causes him to fly back slightly in shock. He also starts to feel something is off about this person.
"I may want to alert a few people about this guy if he tries to pull something. Something doesn't seem right about him." Airjet thinks to himself as his eyes narrow slightly, and he proceeds the rest of their meeting cautiously.
"Well, what are you doing up here? Are you patrolling from above like I am?" Airjet asks Katsuki.
"No, I'm looking for Deku!" Katsuki shouts at the hero.
"You mean your friend?" Airjet asks before Katsuki flies straight into his face.
"He is not my friend. He's a fucking annoyance that keeps getting in my way of being number one." Katsuki tells them in a grim and cold tone as he glares at Airjet from behind his helmet.
Okay, now Airjet knows something is wrong but decides not to move against Katsuki until he gathers a group of heroes in case this guy is as strong as the other Kamen Riders.
"Well, good luck finding them then. I'm going to finish up my patrol and then head home." Airjet tells him as he quickly moves to fly away from the scene. However, before he does, he asks one more question.
"By the way, what's your hero name?" Airjet asks Katsuki.
"King Explosion Murder!" Katsuki shouts at Airjet, causing the man to sweatdrop.
"You've got to be kidding me. This guy isn't even trying to hide how suspicious he is." Airjet thinks to himself before flying off.
"I'd better start spreading the word about this guy in case he tries anything." Airjet thinks to himself as he flies off.
"Damn extra not minding his own business," Katsuki grunts in annoyance as he searches for Deku again, not knowing Airjet's plan or that he's being followed.
Close behind K.E.M. is Chamelo-Fly, who follows at a safe distance, with the sound of their wings drowned out by K.E.M.'s explosions. They continue to follow K.E.M. for a few more minutes until K.E.M. suddenly rapidly propels himself downward with an angry shout.
"There you are, Deku!" K.E.M. shouts as they rapidly descend toward the ground.
As this happens, his target and Sero look up toward the sky when they hear explosions. The sound of the explosions makes Izuku tense up almost instinctively. However, that tenseness is amplified when he hears a name come from a familiar voice, albeit somewhat muffled.
"Deku!" K.E.M. shouts as they charge toward Izuku and Sero.
Acting quickly, Izuku pushes Sero and him out of the way before K.E.M.'s attack can land. However, the force from K.E.M.'s attack creates a lot of power that destroys the ground under him and sends multiple people flying, including Izuku and Sero.
Izuku and Sero quickly fly onto the streets. However, they seem to land weirdly and get injured slightly from it. Groaning, Izuku looks toward Sero in worry.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asks Sero, who winches slightly in pain.
Shakily, Sero nods.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. What tried to hit us?" Sero asks as the two of them look towards the smoldering crater to see who or what tried to attack them.
When the dust settles, the two and anyone looking at the crater can see Kamen Rider K.E.M. standing in the middle.
"Isn't that a Kamen Rider?" Sero questions with wide eyes
K.E.M. quickly launches himself out of the hole by igniting his palm and lands in front of the downed Izuku. K.E.M. then roughly grabs Izuku by the shirt and lifts him into the air menacingly.
"Deku," K.E.M. says through gritted teeth as his hold tightens slightly.
Izuku looks at K.E.M. in fear and confusion at what he is doing. However, that doesn't last long as recognition flashes across his face, and only worry and horror are left in him.
"Kacchan?" Izuku shakily asks him.
"You damn useless Deku. Why are you always getting in my fucking way!?" K.E.M. shouts in Izuku's face as he prepares to launch his other palm into Izuku's face.
However, he is stopped by getting shot in the back from above. The force and surprise from the attack cause K.E.M. to drop Izuku and let him quickly crawl away. K.E.M. angrily turns around and looks up to see Airjet glaring at him with his cannon arms aimed at K.E.M.
"Everyone clear the area! There's a dangerous villain in the area! Other heroes are coming, but you must get out of here!" Airjet shouts at all the civilians in the area as he keeps his weapons trained on K.E.M.
K.E.M. looks at Airjet in anger. He clenches his fists and shakes in anger at what Airjet calls him. Suddenly, K.E.M. launches himself in the air and charges toward Airjet while shouting.
"I'm not a fucking villain! I'm the next number-one hero!" K.E.M. shouts at Airjet as he prepares to attack them for hitting him in the back.
Airjet flies backward while rapidly firing at K.E.M. to try and stop his charge. However, K.E.M. uses his explosions to maneuver out of the way of Airjet's shots and continues to close the distance between them. He soon reaches Airjet and sends an explosive palm right into Airjet's jetpack, causing it to malfunction and be difficult for Airjet to control.
"Come on, come on," Airjet mutters as he tries to regain control of his jetpack before he flies into a building or falls to the ground.
However, he doesn't have time to try and stabilize himself as K.E.M. isn't done yet. K.E.M. quickly launches another explosive palm into Airjet's chest and sends him flying toward the ground. K.E.M. quickly lands next to him and grabs him in anger.
"That's what you get for getting in my way, you damn extra. I'm the next number-one hero, and no one will get in my fucking way. Especially not a useless Deku!" K.E.M. shouts at the hero as he turns to where he last saw Izuku.
However, he doesn't see Izuku or Sero anywhere in the area. This causes K.E.M. to let out a roar of anger.
"Damn it, Deku! Come out, and fucking fight me, you coward!" K.E.M. screams as he throws Airjet away.
Inside a nearby alleyway, Izuku and Sero were taking cover behind a dumpster, trying to catch their breath.
"Holy crap, dude. What is that guy's problem? Do you know him?" Sero asks Izuku in a low whisper.
Izuku looks nervous when Sero asks that and rubs his arm.
"I may have an idea," Izuku says nervously as he peeks over the dumpster to look at K.E.M.
When he does, he sees K.E.M. looking around before other heroes start showing.
"Crap, the guy already took out Airjet," Slugger says in alarm when he sees the aerial hero on the ground in pain.
"What do we do? If this guy is as strong as the other Kamen Riders, then we won't be able to stop him." Arga tells Slugger as she nervously looks at K.E.M.
"Well, I guess we have no choice but to try and keep him contained until backup shows. If we're lucky, the other two Kamen Riders will show up and help take this guy out." Slugger tells her as a baseball made of energy appears in his hand, and he throws it at K.E.M.
K.E.M. sees the baseball coming and quickly throws an explosive palm at it to destroy it. However, the baseball detonates itself as soon as it interacts with his palm. The force from K.E.M.'s explosion cancels out the grenade-like baseball's explosion.
Arga quickly follows up with a sonic scream toward K.E.M. The attack pushes K.E.M. back slightly and causes him to focus on the two heroes.
"Quit getting in my way!" K.E.M. shouts at the two as he uses explosions to propel himself forward through the force of Arga's sonic scream to get to them.
Arga tries to keep him at bay, with Slugger helping by launching more grenade-like energy baseballs at K.E.M., but their combined effort doesn't seem to do much against K.E.M. as he charges toward them. Soon, K.E.M. is on top of the two heroes and launches a palm strike on them, sending them flying with some burn marks and scrapes from their landing.
"Damn it, Deku! Quit fucking hiding and fight me already! Fight me so I can prove how useless you are! You think you can get in my way again after all these years! I'm the one who will be number one!" K.E.M. angrily shouts into the air when his target is nowhere in sight.
"So, what is this guy? Is he supposed to be Deku's archnemesis or something?" Sero asks Izuku where they're hiding.
"Uh, I guess. I'm wondering where he got a Hero Driver." Izuku tells Sero while staring at the Driver around K.E.M.'s waist.
"A what?" Sero asks Izuku in confusion.
Izuku freezes slightly when he realizes his mistake.
"Uhh, never mind." Izuku quickly tells Sero as he nervously shifts in place.
"Wait, do you know something about the Kamen Riders?" Sero asks Izuku with a raised eyebrow.
"N-no, of course not." Izuku quickly shakes his head rapidly, but Sero isn't buying it.
"Dude, we are being attacked by a madman trying to find one of the two Kamen Riders. If you are holding out information that can help us, stop." Sero begs the other teen.
Those words seem to have broken the dam that is Izuku Midoriya as words start flooding rapidly from the boy's mouth.
"I'm one of the Kamen Riders, and the person hunting me might be my old middle school bully, but I don't know how he got a Hero Driver because my dad hates him for bullying me because I'm Quirkless. I don't know why he's hunting me down, though, because he's always aspired to be a hero." Izuku rapidly tells Sero at such a quick pace that Sero can barely keep up with his words.
"Could you run that by me again?" Sero requests after a few seconds of trying and failing to process Izuku's words.
Izuku repeats what he says to Sero at a slower pace. Every word that comes from Izuku's mouth seems to cause Sero's eyes to widen even more.
"So, let me get this straight. You're Kamen Rider Deku, that guy over there is your old school bully, and he's aspiring to be a hero and yet is acting like a villain while hunting you down for some reason." Sero clarifies to make sure he has everything right.
When he sees Izuku nod in confirmation, he lets out a whistle.
"Wow, your life is crazy." Sero jokes with a grin.
Izuku can't help but nod in agreement.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go out there and take his ass down." Sero tells Izuku while motioning toward K.E.M., who is fighting against the two ninja heroes that helped the Kamen Riders against Clone Nomu.
Those words make Izuku freeze up in fear.
"I-I can't fight him. Kacchan has always been strong. I won't be able to win against him." Izuku quickly tells Sero in a panic.
"Come on; you're an awesome fighter. You've fought what, two, three different Nomu? Do you know how many of them have taken down groups of heroes? You've got this. He may have a strong Quirk, but you have more experience using that Hero Driver thing." Sero tells him while pointing at K.E.M.'s Hero Driver.
Izuku mauls over Sero's words for a minute.
"He's not wrong. Kacchan should have just gotten his Hero Driver. So, he shouldn't have a lot of Power Coins besides his Explosion Quirk." Izuku thinks to himself.
However, the thought of fighting Katsuki causes his mind to flashback to something from their past.
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"W-why are you being so mean, Kacchan?" A younger Izuku shakily asks as he stands before a crying boy with his fists raised to protect him.
Across from the two is a younger Katsuki with two other boys standing behind him. One has lengthened fingers, while the other has dragon-like wings coming out of his back.
"If you don't start being nice, I'll stop you," Izuku warns Katsuki despite the scared tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
Katsuki smirks at Izuku when he says that and slams a fist into his palm. When he does, a miniature explosion is released.
"So you're trying to be a hero, Deku? You don't stand a chance of doing anything without a Quirk." Katsuki tells him before he and his friends charge at the two crying boys.
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That memory causes Izuku to freeze up again. He seems to close himself off as he hugs his legs behind the dumpster.
"H-hey, Midoriya, are you okay?" Sero asks Izuku in worry when he sees Izuku hug his legs tightly.
"I-I can't do it. I can't beat him. I could never stand up to him and win before. I had to change schools for anything to change." Izuku tells Sero with tears starting to form in his eyes.
Sero stares at Izuku nervously when he sees him close himself off. Uncertain about what to do, Sero rests his hand on Izuku's shoulder, reassuring him.
"H-hey, it'll be alright, Midoriya. We can wait until the other Kamen Rider guy comes around to stop him instead. Why don't we focus on getting out of here?" Sero tells Izuku when he realizes how much the idea of fighting K.E.M. affects him.
Izuku looks up at Sero when he says that. The worried look on Sero's face and his weakness make him tighten his grip on his legs. However, it soon loosens, and Izuku hesitantly nods.
"A-alright." Izuku shakily nods at Sero's suggestion
At the same time, Shiki finally arrives at the scene and sees K.E.M. He glares at K.E.M. and mutters.
"Round two, asshole."
Shiki looks around to see there isn't anyone around his street corner. Most of them are watching the fight between heroes and K.E.M. To be safe, though, Shiki quickly dives behind a car before placing the Hero Driver on his waist and inserting the Rifle Power Coin.
"Rifle + Quirkless, blank match!" The Hero Driver shouts before Shiki turns the key to transform.
After transforming, Chamber materializes his Ultra Magnum and switches it to rifle mode before resting it on the car hood to try and get a shot on K.E.M. Luckily, the city heroes responded to K.E.M. a lot faster than expected. So, they were able to keep him pinned in one place. They have been getting in Chamber's line of sight more than he likes.
He soon gets a clear shot on K.E.M. and pulls out one of the new Power Coins he gained from Minotaur Nomu.
"Let's see how well this works," Chamber mutters as he inserts the Power Coin with the bull symbol.
He inserts it into the Ultra Magnum's coin slot, and golden energy seems to build up in the muzzle as the Hero Driver shouts.
"Power Bull Finish!"
Taking a minute to make sure he'll hit K.E.M. instead of another hero, Chamber pulls the trigger and fires a blast of energy at K.E.M. However, the shot soon morphs into a golden bull with glowing orange eyes as it flies toward the rogue Kamen Rider. The attack soars toward its target with reckless abandonment and slams into their unsuspecting back.
When Chamber sees this, he quickly swaps the Ultra Magnum to pistol mode and runs toward the scene. As he does, a couple of heroes cheer.
"Glad to see one of you is finally here. So, do you know this guy? Because he looks like a Kamen Rider." Slugger asks Chamber while pointing towards the recovering K.E.M.
"No, he attacked me earlier and is searching for Deku. I don't know how he got his hands on a Hero Driver to turn into a Kamen Rider, but he shouldn't have that. We have to rip that belt off of him." Chamber explains to Slugger and any other heroes listening.
Unknown to Chamber and the heroes, Chamelo-Fly is watching from above while giving Dr. Garaki a perfect view safely from his lab.
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"This will be a perfect opportunity to gather data and possibly steal one of those devices simultaneously. Chamelo-Fly, I want you to try and take the device around one of the Kamen Riders' waists the first chance you get." Dr. Garaki orders the named Nomu.
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"As you wish, Dr. Garaki." Chamelo-Fly nods.
Unknown to everyone involved, other eyes are watching the fight between Kamen Riders with narrowed eyes while in the crowd. It's the same skeletal man that was watching Deku's debut fight.
"What is going on, David? You told me that the Rider system was made to help with the Nomu."
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Inside a restaurant, the skeletal man and David sit together and converse.
"What do you mean the person I saw take down that Nomu was a young man who hasn't even graduated high school yet?" The skeletal man whispers while staring at his friend in shock.
David smiles at the skeletal man's reaction.
"It's like I said, Toshinori. The person who fought that Nomu a couple of days ago wasn't actually a hero. He's a member of the new program I told you I was helping create." David reveals to the now-named Toshinori.
"Why would you choose someone who hasn't even properly studied to become a hero?" Toshinori asks his friend, worried for the young man he had seen fight Swamp Nomu.
David looks at Toshinori for a second before looking towards his drink.
"To tell you the truth, that young man is Hisashi's son. He's Quirkless like Melissa but still dreams of becoming a hero and protecting people. So, I could understand Hisashi's feelings about wanting to give the Hero Driver over to him." David tells Toshinori.
Toshinori's eyes widen when David reveals that, and he can only dumbly stare at David. David sees his reaction and can't help but let out a small laugh.
"Another thing that made me agree to continue helping while knowing it was going to him is that he's a lot like you," David tells him before sipping his drink.
"A lot like me?" Toshinori asks?
"Yeah, he wants to become a hero who inspires others and puts a smile on their faces. He admires you a lot." David tells Toshinori.
Toshinori takes a few seconds to process this. When he does, his mind seems to run a mile a minute with his thoughts.
"Well, I'm happy to hear how I inspired the young man. Maybe you could introduce me to him sometime." Toshinori suggests to David.
David smiles at the idea.
"That would probably be the happiest day of his life," David tells him before his phone rings.
David answers his phone and, after a couple of minutes on the phone, gets out of the booth to leave.
"Sorry, Toshinori. Something came up. We'll have to continue this another time." David apologizes.
"Don't worry about it, David. I had to do that to you a lot when we were younger." Toshinori laughs as he waves his friend's apology off.
After watching David leave, Toshinori looks at his glass of water, deep in thought about this new information.
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"Where are you, Deku? Why aren't you here helping Chamber?" Toshinori thinks as he watches the heroes and Chamber spread out to surround K.E.M. slightly before he does anything.
"You fucking bastard! I'm going to kill you!" K.E.M. shouts at Chamber before his Hero Driver materializes something.
"Rumble Hammer!" The Hero Driver shouts as it materializes a two-handed hammer-like weapon for K.E.M.
K.E.M.'s weapon can be considered the strangest looking out of the three Kamen Riders. Its size looks close to K.E.M.'s height, with a long two-handed black and silver handle and a grenade resting horizontally on the end of it.
"Where the hell did he hide that thing? What is with you guys and weapons?" Slugger panicky asks as he backs away when he sees K.E.M.'s hammer.
"Die!" K.E.M. shouts as he uses both his hands to slam the Rumble Hammer into the ground in front of him, causing a large explosion in the vicinity that sends multiple people flying.
When the dust settles, only a few heroes are left standing, and even some far-off spectators are on their backs from the force of the attack. The heroes still standing include Chamber, Slugger, and Arga. However, two of those three look uncertain about what to do in the face of K.E.M.'s overwhelming power.
"Holy crap. What the hell are we supposed to do against this guy? One hit from that hammer is enough to vaporize someone." Slugger mutters with wide eyes behind his mask and a slight tremble in his body.
Arga doesn't say anything. All she does is gulp down the saliva building up in her mouth nervously.
Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, depending on if someone knows who is behind the mask of Chamber, Chamber doesn't seem as nervous as the other two. In fact, if one could see behind his mask, one would see the determined glint that looks to be building within Chamber's eyes.
K.E.M. releases the grip of one of his hands on the hammer and drags it across the ground behind him as he menacingly walks toward the three trying to stop him in his irrational hunt for Deku. As Chamber sees this, he decides to ask the question on everyone's mind.
"Why are you hunting Deku so much? What are you trying to gain from fighting him?" Chamber asks the rogue Kamen Rider.
"What do I gain? What the fuck do I gain? I gain the satisfaction of putting that Quirkless nobody back in his place. He was always looking down on me while we were growing up! And now he thinks he can become a hero before me because of his dad. Like hell, I would let that happen!" K.E.M.
That declaration started a tidal wave of whispers from the crowd.
"Quirkless? That doesn't make any sense. I watched Deku's fight in person. He had abilities that could only come from a Quirk."
"It could have been from his support gear. Plenty of heroes use support gear to make it seem like there was more to their Quirk."
"How does he expect to show he's a better hero by only beating Deku? That doesn't make any sense to me."
"Maybe he's trying to prove he's stronger than Deku."
"That still doesn't explain why he's fighting other heroes and causing so much destruction if he's a hero."
"Maybe he's just an insane villain who believes he's a hero and sees Deku as his archnemesis because of their similar costumes."
As the debates continue to surround him, K.E.M. seems to be getting angrier and angrier.
"Shut the hell up, you extras!" K.E.M. shouts at the crowd, causing them to quiet down in fear.
"Now, get out of my way so I can look for Deku!" K.E.M. snaps at the three heroes still standing while the other heroes are starting to recover.
K.E.M.'s order is met with Chamber aiming his rifle at K.E.M.
"No," Chamber says before pulling the trigger to fire off another, but much weaker, blast toward K.E.M.
K.E.M. quickly turns his body to the side to dodge the attack before looking back towards Chamber. His anger was plain to anyone, even behind the armor.
"Die!" K.E.M. shouts angrily as he heaves the Rumble Hammer in the air before grabbing it with his other hand and charging toward Chamber.
"I need to start better pacing myself." Toshinori thinks to himself as he watches K.E.M. charge toward the heroes with tightened knuckles.
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Back with Izuku and Sero, the two managed to escape the alley when K.E.M. was shot in the back by Chamber. The two teens are running down the streets to get further from K.E.M. After a few minutes, the two stop to take a break.
"You okay, Midoriya?" Sero asks the other teen.
"Y-yeah. Sorry, you must think I'm pretty useless, right?" Izuku apologizes while he looks toward the ground with a sad and displeased expression.
Sero winches when he hears Izuku says that and decides to try and say something to comfort him.
"I never said that. You're not useless for wanting to run away from him. I'm sure most people would run away from a guy like that." Sero tells Izuku in his best attempt at a soothing tone.
"But I'm supposed to be a hero. Heroes don't run." Izuku tells Sero with angry tears running down his face.
Izuku quickly falls to his butt and leans up to the wall behind him with angry tears falling from his eyes. Sero sees this and runs over to the other teen. However, he can hear Izuku's muffled cries before he can even get a word in.
"I can't beat him. He's going to beat me up like throughout our childhood. I shouldn't have been the one to get the Hero Driver. I'm just a useless Deku." Izuku cries to himself, but Sero can hear him and gives Izuku a look of pity and sadness.
Sitting next to Izuku, Sero looks at him and pulls out the notebook full of Izuku's notes on Quirks before turning the pages to find something he can use to help cheer Izuku up. Finally, he lands on the page where Izuku has been documenting his abilities as a Kamen Rider and what the Power Coins do.
"My Rider form's best weapon is the enhanced speed and agility. I should start making better use of it during my fights. The Hero Driver also doesn't seem to be able to give my Quirk a new property, as I couldn't freeze an abstract object like the wind with the Solidification Power Coin. However, it may be because of the initial strength of the Quirk and not the Hero Driver. I'll need to experiment more to find out." Sero reads in his mind while looking at a drawing of Kamen Rider Deku and a couple of Power Coins.
Seeing these notes, Sero knows how he can help Izuku.
"Wow, these are really good, Midoriya. I don't think that I could keep detailed notes like this. You're taking notes on everything involving your suit and those coins." Sero tells Izuku with a somewhat strained grin.
Izuku seems to calm down slightly when he hears that and looks toward Sero with teary eyes. Seeing that he's caught Izuku's attention, Sero continues.
"I've never really been school smart. So, this kind of thing would float over my head, and I wouldn't think about taking notes. I'd just go by memory." Sero tells Izuku with a small laugh.
"Thanks." Izuku quietly thanks Sero.
"Anyway, it's pretty cool that you're a hero despite everything. I mean, you took down three Nomu as Deku. I think that's more than most heroes can say." Sero compliments Izuku.
Izuku seems to loosen his grip slightly before it tightens around him again.
"It was only thanks to the Hero Driver that I could do that." Izuku sadly tells Sero.
"I mean, sure, but you're still the person using it. What was that old saying? A weapon is only as strong as its wielder, I think." Sero tells Izuku.
Izuku doesn't say anything to that and thinks about Sero's words.
"Dad said that I was one of the best choices for the Hero Driver because of how well I can analyze Quirks, but I thought he was trying to be a good dad. Now Sero is here telling me he thinks I can be a good Kamen Rider. Do they really think I was the better choice over Kacchan?" Izuku questions himself in his mind.
However, the same memory of when he tried to fight Katsuki as a kid keeps replaying in his mind. That memory causes him to freeze up again and worry about having to fight K.E.M. now.
"But that doesn't matter against Kacchan. He'll crush me like when we were growing up." Izuku tells Sero, causing Sero to look at him in worry.
"Alright, what's up with that guy that has you so scared of him? It's obvious you know each other if he's hunting you down, and you're so scared of him." Sero says as he looks at Izuku with confusion and worry.
Izuku looks toward Sero before looking at her knees with sad eyes.
"Kacchan and I used to be best friends when we were little kids. He was always talented, and everyone was excited for him when his Quirk came in because of its power." Izuku starts, and Sero nods in understanding.
"Yeah, that guy is crazy strong. So, it makes sense." Sero nods before Izuku continues.
"However, Kacchan always had an attitude problem. He always looked down on others. It only got worst when his Quirk came in, while mine didn't. Eventually, he started calling me Deku, which means useless and started bullying other kids. I'd always try to stop him but would get beat up." Izuku tells Sero.
"Are you serious? Damn, that guy is an asshole." Sero mutters in shock while looking in the direction they ran from.
Izuku can't help but sadly nod before continuing his story.
"It only got worst when we got older. The teachers never seemed to do anything while he and other students bullied me up to my final year of middle school. Then it led to a specific event that caused my dad to pull me out of school when he found out and put me in home school." Izuku explains, causing Sero to look at him curiously.
"What happened?" Sero asks Izuku.
Izuku flinches when Sero asks that and nervously fidgets in his spot.
"I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay," Izuku tells Sero.
Seeing that talking about it brings up some bad memories, Sero decides to let the subject go. So Izuku can finish his story.
"After that, Mom and Dad put me in some therapy to help me realize how toxic my relationship with him was. I haven't seen Kacchan since I was taken out of middle school. I never expected him to get a Hero Driver since my dad told me he was in charge of choosing who gets to use it." Izuku finishes.
"Okay, so let me see if I understand this right. Your old childhood bully has the same item as you, which he shouldn't have. And you're afraid to fight him because of all the bad memories you have with him. Did I get that right?" Sero asks for clarification.
Izuku nods toward Sero, and Sero looks at Sero for a few seconds before saying.
"Well, why can't you win now? Sure, back then, you couldn't do anything since he had a powerful Quirk. However, now you have something that lets you use multiple abilities. I mean, your notes right here show that you can use Miruko's Quirk." Sero tells him while hitting Izuku's open notebook with the back of his other hand.
"Because he has the same-" Izuku starts before he freezes as he thinks about Sero's words.
"Kacchan doesn't have any of my Power Coins. All he probably has was his Quirk's Power Coin if he didn't get the Hero Driver from Dad." Izuku realizes in his mind.
This realization causes Izuku to start to gain hope. It's not a lot, but it's still some.
"Could, could I really defeat Kacchan? I've beaten a few Nomu, and they all had strong Quirks. Plus, I have the Power Coins from those victories. Not to mention that Hikage will be helping me." Izuku thinks to himself.
As he analyzes the situation, that hope rises in his chest.
"We-we could actually win. We could actually beat him." Izuku realizes.
Slowly but surely, Izuku starts to loosen his grip on his knees and get up. He then reaches into his bag to pull out the Hero Driver and stares at it, hesitating to put it on. On the other hand, Sero is staring at the Hero Driver with a look of shock and glee.
"Holy crap, you are Deku. I had some doubts, but that is so cool." Sero excitedly tells Izuku as he stares at the Hero Driver in amazement.
Izuku doesn't listen to him, though, too engrossed in the debate currently running through his mind. Finally, Izuku seems to decide as he sets the Hero Driver around his waist, and it clamps on.
"Are you ready?" The Hero Driver asks enthusiastically.
Taking a deep breath while standing up, Izuku pulls out the Rabbit Power Coin and inserts it into the Hero Driver's coin slot.
"Rabbit + Quirkless, blank match!" The Hero Driver shouts before Izuku turns the key.
"JUMP, JUMP, REACH FOR THE MOON, JUMPING RABBIT!"
The Hero Driver's glowing particles surround Izuku and amaze Sero as he transforms into Kamen Rider Deku.
"KAMEN RIDER DEKU!" The hero driver announces once the transformation finishes.
"Okay, that is so awesome!" Sero shouts with an excited grin on his face.
"Thanks," Izuku says while rubbing his head in embarrassment.
"No problem. Now, go kick that crazy guy's ass." Sero tells Izuku while pointing toward the direction they came from.
Izuku nods and quickly uses his suit's advanced agility to jump toward the fight between K.E.M. and the heroes.
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Back with the said fight, it doesn't look like the heroes are doing well, as both Arga and Slugger are down, with only Chamber remaining. However, unlike last time, Chamber is putting up a fight.
Ducking under a swing from the Rumble Hammer, Chamber aims one of his arm guns at K.E.M. and fires at their chest. This causes K.E.M. to stagger backward, which Chamber attempts to capitalize on by inserting his other new Power Coin into the Ultra Magnum.
"Gatling Power Finish!" Chamber's Hero Driver shouts before Chamber aims the Ultra Magnum at K.E.M. and pulls the trigger.
Like a machine gun, the Ultra Magnum fires a barrage of bullets at the stunned K.E.M. to damage him further. However, K.E.M. isn't sent to the ground as he uses his Quirk to propel himself in the air and quickly recover. Upon recovering, K.E.M. charges toward Chamber. Chamber fires at K.E.M., but K.E.M. blocks his shots with the large handle of his Rumble Hammer. Chamber prepares to dodge his strike but is surprised when K.E.M. slams the Rumble Hammer into the ground, causing an explosion that sends Chamber flying and causing him to lose the Ultra Magnum. K.E.M. then capitalizes on this by charging toward the downed Chamber with his hammer raised overhead.
"Die!" K.E.M. shouts as he slams his hammer down to hit Chamber.
However, Chamber uses his arm guns to fire at K.E.M. and manages to stun him before he can finish the swing. The cannon on his head then fires upon K.E.M. and sends him flying again.
"Time to try something new," Chamber mutters as he pulls out the Power Coin he got from Clone Nomu and inserts it into the Hero Driver.
"SHADOW STALK POWER FINISH!" The Hero Driver shouts
Purple particles are released from Chamber over the surrounding area, and all the shadows around seem to gain a mind of their own and charge toward K.E.M. Some of them quickly wrap around K.E.M.'s limbs while others converge on each other to form a larger construct.
"You bastard!" K.E.M. angrily shouts as he tries to release himself from the shadows' hold.
The shadow construct charges toward K.E.M. to deliver a devastating strike, but K.E.M. thinks quickly and uses his explosive palms to destroy the shadows holding his arms; before using one hand to break one of the binds on his legs. Afterward, he propels himself to the side with his palms and avoids the attack before destroying the final restraint.
"You'll have to do better than that, you extra!" K.E.M. shouts before charging towards Chamber.
Chamber tries to stop K.E.M.'s momentum with his arm guns but can't seem to hit K.E.M. as he uses his explosions to dodge the shots and continue toward his target. As K.E.M. reaches Chamber and is about to deliver a powerful strike, he is suddenly met with the bottom of two boots to his face. Unable to recover from the surprise attack, K.E.M. slams into a car, denting its roof.
Chamber turns to see who hit K.E.M. and sees Deku standing near him with shocked and slightly fearful body language after delivering that surprise drop kick.
"Are you okay?" Chamber asks his friend in worry when he sees Deku's tenseness
"Y-yeah, it's just the first time I've managed to do that against Kacchan," Deku tells Chamber.
"Do you know each other? Why is he after you?" Chamber asks Deku in confusion while trying to keep an eye on K.E.M. in case he tries something.
As the two have their conversation, K.E.M. lies on the dented car roof in shock, not only from getting sent flying but because of who sent him flying.
"Did Deku just send me flying? Did fucking Deku just send me flying?" K.E.M. continues to ask in his mind as he slowly realizes what happened and starts clenching his fists in anger. More so than what he's felt all day, and that's saying something.
"It's a long story. I'll tell you about it later." Deku tells Chamber before they hear a shout.
"DEKU!!!" K.E.M. shouts as he propels himself off the car, causing more damage in the process, and angrily stands in front of the other Kamen Riders.
The show of power makes Deku slightly nervous. However, he fights that feeling and gets into a slight fighting stance.
"You're dead!" K.E.M. shouts as he charges at Deku.
Chamber quickly fires at K.E.M., but none of his bullets seem to scratch him as he uses his explosions to dodge. The attack doesn't even seem to gain K.E.M.'s attention as he continues solely charging at Deku.
"Deku, watch out!" Chamber shouts toward his friend as K.E.M. is right on top of him.
"Die!" K.E.M. shouts as he launches an explosive right palm toward Deku.
However, Deku charges forward to avoid K.E.M's palm and grabs his arm. K.E.M. stares at him in shock as Deku turns around while holding him and throws K.E.M. over his shoulder. K.E.M. can't do anything due to being frozen from shock while slammed into the ground, leaving a small crater upon impact.
"You always lead with a big right swing, Kacchan," Deku tells K.E.M. as he stares down at his old bully.
K.E.M. slowly sits up and turns his head to stare at Deku.
"Deku is the name of someone who protects others now. It's the name of a Kamen Rider. Deku is the name of a hero now!" Deku determinedly shouts at K.E.M. as he shakily resumes a battle stance.
K.E.M. slowly stands back up while saying
"Even though you're scared..." K.E.M. slowly says as he angrily raises his hands toward Deku.
"That's why I hate you!" K.E.M. shouts at him as he releases explosions from his palms for emphasis.
Okay, when I was making this story, it never really hit me how much of Bakugou's character I was deconstructing until I actually started writing this chapter. I never really had any strong feelings for Bakugou's character and mostly felt like he could have been an antagonist that only appeared in a few episodes at the start for Midoriya's growth. I even have a couple of stories saved where I like him as a character. So, it legitimately surprised me how much of his character was deconstructed for this story.
Things like how he nearly killed Izuku in the first training exercise and tried to attack him in broad daylight during Aizawa's test while the teacher was still there, his name choices, and his all-around aggressive behavior if no one realized he was in a hero school or young, that's not forgetting Aldera's treatment of letting him get away with a lot.
I just thought that was funny since a lot of my tags involve something related to Bakugou.
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Ripe For The Pickin’
(This is a Yandere Kita x Fem Reader Story! Hopefully y’all like this lmao, sorry if his hick accent is annoying lmao, I thought it gave him ¬flavour¬
Tw: !!noncon!, !misogyny!, breeding kink!, !Detailed postpartum depression!!!, !!!Mentions of attempted suicide and murder of a child!!!, !Mental illness!, !Defeatist attitude!, !Disassociation!,  housewife reader!, threats of physical harm!, manipulation!, mentions of kids!, etc.. 
Please proceed with caution! Note: Part of my family are farmers- my grandpa specifically, and he speaks very similarly to how I wrote Kita’s dialogue (the joking bit). He had a farm in Hawaii growing up, and he always jokes that he’s ‘but a country folk,’ so I mean no offense to those who own a farm. )
Throwing down his work cap on your kitchen table, Kita visibly brightens at your busy form. Your two year old son is balanced perfectly on your hip, your other hand stirring a pot of Udon. The steam rises around your head, slightly flushing your (skin colour) complection. 
Looking up, your eyes immediately meet the white haired male’s, causing you to freeze up momentarily. He sends you a warning look. 
“Welcome Home, Shinsuke,” A wobbly grin spreads across your painted features (just how Kita liked- he likes when you try to look good for him), catching the attention of your son immediately. 
“Daddy!” He practically hops out of your hold, rushing to the large male. Your unwanted husband scoops him up in his buff arms, swinging him around. 
“Whoa, one’a these days yer gonna throw yer Pa’s back out,” He grins happily at his carbon copy, smooching the small boy on his grey hair. 
The little one giggles cutely, basking in his father’s presence. You quickly approach Kita, hugging him from the side, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “We’ve missed you all day, My Love,” He always likes it when you’re sappy- it makes him feel wanted. 
At your words, he delivers a lingering kiss to your lip tint stained lips, your son half in your arms and half in your husband’s. You lightly pinch your babe’s cheek, causing him to giggle, before you kiss him on his forehead. Kita visibly brightens at your affectionate side, his open arm wrapping around your waist, “What’cha makin’ fer dinner, Pretty Lady?” 
You cringe internally, yet you can’t help the blush that forms on your pretty face, “Kazue wanted Udon- I hope that’s okay,” Shinsuke nods, a thoughtful look on his face. 
“‘O course,” He lightly pinches your son’s other cheek, “If our growin’ boy wants Udon, by God, he’ll get it.” 
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Settling Kazue down in his bed, you give the sleeping boy a tender kiss on the forehead. As much as you hate Kita, you don’t have the heart to hate your son. He, like you, didn’t ask to be here, so you decided to be the best mom he could ever have. 
Smoothing his blanket over his lower body, you tuck the other bits under him, and lay his favourite stuffy next to him. Once done, you step away from the slumbering babe, and make your way out of his room. Kita is waiting in the night light lit hallway, leaning against the opposing wall. 
You jump slightly, not expecting him to be there. 
“Is something wrong, Shinsuke?” A practiced smile appears on your face, hands clasping behind your back to keep you grounded. 
He says nothing, motioning you to follow him, before turning and walking towards your shared bedroom. Shuffling after him, you try to still your rapidly beating heart. Did you do something wrong? 
Kita isn’t one to shy away from punishment. If anything, he revels in the momentary feeling of power-that is, until your broken body and mind are left in the aftermath. Then, he can’t help but feel horrible, because in some twisted way, the man truly loves you. So, he’ll try to cuddle and kiss his wrongs away, trying to forget that he’s the catalyst of all the things going wrong in your life. 
Burying those thoughts away, you step into the darkened room, noticing immediately that Kita is settled on his side of the bed. He’s stripping himself of his overshirt, exposing his wife-beater underneath, “Ya know, I think it’s time fer the boy ta have a brother.”
It feels as though the world around you is crumbling. Just when you gain a sense of normalcy, the bastard rips that away from you. 
Your smile visibly wavers, but you try to hold strong, “I-well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Your hands are trembling, your heart practically being torn from your chest, “Kazue is still a toddler, I think it would be better if he was around five. Then, he can interact with-” Kita holds up a hand, halting your speech. 
“Yer gettin’ too technical fer the simple folk in tha room, Pretty Lady,” He stands to his feet, discarding his slippers, before slipping his baggy jeans off of his lower half, “Jus’ say yer too selfish to give yer lovin’, hardworkin’ husband tha things he deserves-” 
Kita knows that you had postpartum depression. He knows that you not only almost hurt yourself, but also your precious son. He knows that you had to be sedated at one point to even continue living. Yet, it seems like he doesn’t care. 
Tears fill your eyes, as you finally let your feelings become known, “That was horrible to say, Shinsuke. You know how hard it was for me-”
“It was also hard fer me too, ya’know,” He’s doing it again… trying to manipulate you into being the bad guy, “Seein’ ya go bonkers was hard ta’ watch. Plus, seein’ our son almost drown in tha tub-” 
“Stop it!” You finally lose your cool, surprising your usually collected kidnapper, “You don’t get to claim it was hard for you, when everything is your fault!” His mouth open and closes like a dying fish, unsure what to say, “If you waited for me to be ready to have children, I wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. If I was given the help I needed, I wouldn’t have gone psychotic. If you hadn’t stolen me away from my life and forced me to bend to your will, none of this would have happened!” By now, you’re a sobbing mess. He always does this. Kita always breaks you down until you seem crazy, but you’re not. You’re just tired of how he treats you like a baby maker, tired of how he treats you like nothing, yet claims you’re his entire world. 
But, when you hear him sigh softly to himself, you know that he doesn’t care about your feelings, “Do I need to use the gag? I thought we were above that.” 
Knowing that refusal won’t be tolerated or respected, you don’t bother wasting anymore of your breath. Slipping off your house slippers, you shuck off your dress, revealing your bare chest and panties. More tears slip down your face, as you lay down on your large shared bed. 
Shinsuke grins at your compliance, quickly moving between your legs, and stripping you of your drawers. His rough fingers rub at your clit and slit, “Good girl. ‘Ya know yer man jus’ wants what’s good fer ya, an’ a baby is good fer any good woman.” 
You ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Kita continues to rub against your clit, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. But, you don’t give him the satisfaction. 
Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind go. Your dissociated body reacts well to his ministrations, your arousal coating your thighs, as they tremble in lieu of an orgasm. 
His fingers dig in deep, as they force your pussy open. Feeling how relaxed you are, he decides that you’re loose enough to go right in. 
Pulling out his thick cock, he bumps the head against your slick cunny, “Don’ worry, Darlin’, yer man will take good care of ya,” He slides in with relative ease, your hips bumping against his.  
The normal constricting feeling in your chest has long since faded, instead, the feeling of acceptance at the fact that you couldn’t get out of this replaced it. 
Your body jolts and rolls with Kita’s harsh thrusts, his panting warm against your neck, “Yer so good fer me, (Your Name), yer gonna bear me healthy sons,” The gummy walls of your pussy knead his cock thoroughly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, “I knew you were perfect fer the takin’.” 
He forces your knees next to your head, the head of his cock bashing into your cervix painfully. Fortunately, that was enough to set your body off. A gush of cum drenches the both of you, as Kita slams himself inside of you entirely, allowing your womb to be filled to the brim with his fertile cum. 
“Ya never disappoint, Darlin’,” He smooches you on your lax lips, ignoring the fact that your head is practically empty, “Maybe you’ll have twins this time.” 
With that, he starts his hardcore pace one more. 
But, you can’t bring yourself to care. As long as you can drift away from the events unfolding in front of you, 
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idy-ll-ique · 2 years
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book-signing
pairing: author!ransom drysdale x f!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
requested: nope
word count: ~2.8k
summary: from meeting at harlan thrombey's book signing event to going to ransom's own event as a couple...
author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!
masterlist
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"Your pass, please?"
*beep*
"Thank you."
Quickly grabbing her pass, Y/N shuffled into the room, looking around. Where is it, where is it…? Aha! From afar, she saw the table that read Harlan Thrombey and walked towards it, stopping in her tracks when she saw no one there. Hm? She possibly couldn't be the only person there, lots of people were big fans of Harlan Thrombey's books. Clueless, she stood there, blinking at the stand.
"May I help you?" She whirled around to see a man with golden-brown hair staring at her, an eyebrow raised. He wore a grey sweater and jeans, showing off his well-built arms as he crossed them over his chest. "Is this not where Harlan Thrombey's book-signing is held?" she asked him, rubbing the back of her neck. A smirk bloomed on the man's face, his arms falling to his side.
"You missed it by 15 minutes, darling, he just went home." Y/N groaned and stomped her foot, covering her face with her hands. "Ugh, no! My mom's gonna be so disappointed, she wanted a copy of his book signed…" The man continued staring at her, his head cocked to the side. "How about you give the book to me, and I'll give you a signed copy tomorrow, same time, same place?" Y/N's jaw dropped.
"You'll do that for me?" A warm smile bloomed on the stranger's face. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm close to him, I'm sure he won't mind signing another copy." Y/N hurriedly took out the book, handing it to him with a huge smile on her face. "You're a lifesaver, thank you so much!" The man waved her off in dismissal. "It'll be my pleasure." Y/N waved at him, leaving the place to do her other chores of the day.
The stranger, whose name was actually Hugh Ransom Drysdale, stared after her. The moment he'd seen her walk into the room, he knew what she wanted. But then he took a good look at her; there was something about her that made him want to help her at once. Whistling, he walked out of the room as well, looking at the worn out book in his hand.
It seemed that her mother was a huge fan of his grandpa's works. To be honest, most of the country adored his works, so… Ransom got into his BMW, driving to the Thrombey mansion. It's not like he had anything else to do. Upon arriving, he instantly entered the place, ignoring the screaming and shouting coming from the living room. He headed upstairs, to his grandpa's room.
Knocking once on the door, he poked his head into the room, seeing him and his little nurse playing a game of checkers. "Ransom, come in boy, what happened?" Harlan smiled sweetly at his grandson. "Spare another signature for me? Pretty please?" He walked in, handing Harlan the book. "Oh, sure, sure, do you know who I'm writing for? Any messages?" Ransom shook his head.
"Five minutes after you left this girl came in asking about the book-signing. She wanted a copy signed for her mother." Harlan rolled his eyes. "And did you ask for a name or anything?" Ransom's cheeks went pink. "I, uh, I did not," he muttered, glaring at Marta when she stifled a laugh. Harlan simply shook his head, opening the first page of the book to sign it. He handed the book back to Ransom.
"There you go." Ransom nodded. "Thanks grandpa!" With that, he left the room, laughing loudly as he passed by the living room because just then, his younger cousin Jacob yelled the words you fucking cunts. "You too, Ransom!" Jacob shouted after him but Ransom was long gone by then, sitting in his car as he drove to his own house.
At Y/N's place, her mother looked up when she entered. "Did you get my copy signed?" she asked excitedly and Y/N sighed. "I missed the convention by 15 minutes. But this guy there, he said he was close to Harlan Thrombey so he offered to bring back the signed copy tomorrow. I'll go get it then." Y/N's mother rolled her eyes. "Damn. Oh well, let's just hope the guy didn't con you and that he actually brings the copy back tomorrow."
Y/N hoped the same thing.
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"Where the fuck is he? Was ma right?" Y/N muttered to herself, checking her watch. She was back at the bookstore, standing alone in the room as she waited for Ransom to give her her book. It had been 30 minutes, he still wasn't here. "Hey, hey lady! Sorry I'm late!" Sighing in relief, she whirled around and saw him walking towards her, waving her book in the air. This time, he wore sweatpants and a white cable-knit sweater.
"Thank you so much for this, really, I owe you, Mr…?" she trailed off, checking the front page of the book. "Authentic signature," he confirmed, "And I'm Ransom Drysdale." She gave him a smile. "Good to know, Mr Drysdale. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." Of course, a beautiful woman deserves an equally beautiful name. "That's a cool name," he told her, "And you said you owe me?"
"Yeah, I mean…" She shrugged. "Okay then, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Will you go on a date with me?" Her eyes widened. To be honest, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, he was nice, he was helpful, good looking too… "Yeah sure, I'd love to, wait." She took out her phone. "Does that pretty face have a pretty number to go with it?" she joked and Ransom grinned at her. "It sure does."
After exchanging numbers, both of them walked out of the place. "How did you get the signature so quickly, may I ask?" she blinked, looking at him. He raised both his eyebrows in shock, running a hand through his hair. "I'm Harlan Thrombey's grandson, my mother is his daughter." Y/N couldn't help but gasp. "Really? Oh my God! I'm so glad I bumped into you yesterday," she giggled.
"I'm surprised you didn't know, literally every single person in town knows the Thrombey clan," he chuckled. "Oh, I'm not from here, actually; I mean I am but— I moved out a couple years ago. Have no idea who's famous here and who's not," Y/N shrugged. They stopped next to Ransom's car. "Want me to drop you home?" He nodded his head towards his beemer. "Nah, it's fine, I brought my own car. I'll see you later, Ransom."
And he froze when she leaned on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to her own car. His hand reached up to cup his cheek, watching in awe as she drove away.
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"Ransom, hi!" He looked up from his phone, his jaw going slack when he saw Y/N walking towards him, dressed in an elegant black dress that reached her ankles. "You look wonderful," he smiled at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek like she had. When her cheeks flushed, Ransom smirked at her. "Just returning the favor." He laughed as she smacked his arm. The two of them entered the restaurant.
Most of the people there looked up, their eyes going wide when they saw Ransom. He was on a proper date with someone?! Impossible! But it was true, it was a proper date. He didn't want Y/N to end up like his previous girlfriends, he actually enjoyed her company, even if they'd only talked for a total of 15 minutes before planning a date. He could see something with her.
You know, sitting on rocking chairs on the front porch and that kind of corny shit. Ransom was thinking about it the night before. He couldn't get her out of his mind; she was just so captivating. Both of them took their seats, smiling at each other. "Order anything you like, it's on me." And the smile she returned was enough to melt his heart.
They gave their orders to the waiter who came by and looked at one another. "So, your mother is a big fan of my grandpa's works, I presume." Y/N nodded. "Yup, she owns a copy of every book he's ever written. Do you write as well?" Ransom laughed, shaking his head. "I've tried in the past, haven't written anything worth reading." Y/N crooned. "Aw come on, your grandpa is the Harlan Thrombey! It can't be that bad."
"Well I've only written short stories so far, I still have some copies on my laptop if you wanna read them." Y/N nodded excitedly. "I do, definitely." Like Ransom, even Y/N hadn't stopped thinking about him. Blissfully ignorant of his relationship habits and love life, for her, he was the sweetest man she'd ever gone out with. He seemed like someone who'd treat her right.
Soon, their food arrived and they dug right in.
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"Welcome to my humble abode." Y/N snorted, walking into Ransom's house. The two were meeting up for their second date, which was held at Ransom's place. Today, he was going to show her the stories he'd promised he would. "Humble? Seriously?" Ransom rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. "Not really that humble, I suppose. Is it bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?"
"Of course not," Y/N smiled, sitting down on the couch. "Do you want to have anything? Tea or juice or water?" Y/N regarded him with a smirk. "Tea? I always took you as more of a coffee guy but sure, tea works well." Ransom gave her another grin and went to the kitchen to prepare the two cups of tea. Every moment he spent with her, he was just getting more and more infatuated.
Y/N was the kind of woman who could make anyone fall for her. He was pretty damn sure that little kids adored her, old people were fond of her and others her age found her to be as amazing as he did. Because let's be real, how could you not love a person like Y/N? After the two cups of tea were prepared, he carried them outside and placed them on the teapoy in front of Y/N.
"Oh, is this Masala Tea?" Y/N hummed upon taking a sip. "Heh, yeah, I just love the flavour," he chuckled, sitting down next to her. "India is a very flavourful country," she grinned before turning to look at him. "Come on, man, bring your laptop here! I'm very eager to read whatever you've written!" To be honest, the tea was still very hot… Ransom quickly went upstairs to bring his laptop.
Upon returning he sat back next to her, trying not to get too flustered as Y/N shifted closer to him, her elbow resting on his shoulder as she peered into the laptop. Her cup of tea was empty, he noticed, and took a sip from his own cup. "There you go." He clicked on a document and handed the laptop to Y/N. She moved away from him, which made Ransom slightly upset. Now leaning back against the backrest with the laptop on her lap, she began reading.
Ransom's eyes never once strayed from her face, slowly drinking his tea as he took note of all the expressions that crossed Y/N's face. He wasn't into murder mysteries like his grandfather was; he was more into Action and Fantasy, with a hint of Romance. Yeah yeah, Ransom was a sap, big deal.
"Ransom, this was so good!" The draft was around 12k words long, yet she finished reading it in under 15 minutes. How?! "Really? Did you really like it?" he asked hopefully, a smile blooming on his face. "Of course I did, oh my God! You're a natural, why didn't you publish this before? You definitely have potential to write your own book, I swear." Ransom had never felt this giddy with happiness.
"Thank you very much, it really means a lot," he mumbled bashfully as he took the laptop back. "Got anything else I can read? Pretty please?" Her pout was even cuter than her tone. "Wait, hold on." He opened a folder which contained a few other documents. "I showed you the fourth one from this list," he began, "The rest of them are my works too. Here you go." She took the laptop from his arms, nodding.
They spent the entire afternoon at his place; Y/N was sitting on the couch, going through his stories while Ransom sat next to her, his head resting on her shoulder as he went through social media on his phone. One of her hands was resting on the laptop, while the other was wrapped around his shoulders, her palm resting on his chest. Ransom was the most relaxed he'd ever been.
"Aw, man, I'm upset there aren't any more stories you've written," Y/N pouted after hours of reading, "Because I really, really, really loved all of them! I hope you write more, Ran, you're really good at it." She gave him a little squeeze, nuzzling her face into his hair. Ransom smiled and sat up, giving her a tight hug. "I'll write, I promise. It's not like I don't get ideas, you know. For you. For you, I'll definitely write."
Y/N hugged back, burying her face in his shoulder. She didn't wanna leave but alas, she couldn't stay longer. "I have to go." Even Ransom pouted at that. "Fine, let me at least drop you off."
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"Ransom! Fucking— Ransom! Get your ass up!" Ransom groaned upon hearing his girlfriend screaming at him from downstairs. It had been almost 2 years since they'd started dating, and Y/N had now moved in with him, permanently settled back in her hometown. She worked at a small library, and couldn't love her job more. "Y/N," he whined childishly.
She walked up the stairs and threw open the door, pulling the blankets off of him. "Your book signing starts in 2 hours, we have to be there 30 minutes early which means, you need to get up now," she chided him, crossing her arms. He made grabby hands at her and she rolled her eyes before sitting next to him, running her fingers through his hair. He picked his head off his pillow and rested it on Y/N's lap, burying his face in her thighs.
"I can get ready in 5 minutes, let me sleep," he murmured. "No, Ransom, this time you need to take a little longer. Wash yourself thoroughly, comb your hair neatly and for the love of God, take at least 15 minute long showers." He realized Y/N wasn't gonna let him sleep anyway, so he sat up, now pulling her on his lap. "Good morning, beautiful," he smiled sleepily, cupping her face.
She gave in and smiled, pressing her forehead to his. "Good morning, baby boy. Now come on, chop chop." She gave him a quick kiss and got up, heading downstairs again. Ransom got out of bed as well, heading to the bathroom of the master suite.
He did as Y/N told him, taking a 15 minute long shower where he washed every inch of his body with soap, shampooing and conditioning his hair properly before getting out. He dried off, put on his most comfortable pair of jeans and a white sweater, combing his hair using a hair dryer and a hair brush before checking himself in the mirror. Squeaky clean.
He walked downstairs, greeting Y/N with a sweet kiss on her cheek as he sat next to her on the couch. "Look at you, my handsome boy!" she grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "All for you, my darling." He brought her hand to his lips, pressing kisses to each fingertip. "Hm, now let me go get ready." Ransom waited for 45 minutes before she walked back downstairs, and the breath escaped his lungs when he saw her.
She was dressed in a knee-length white dress that had a black collar and black buttons; she matched well with his white sweater and black jeans. Her hair was done neatly, a butterfly clip attached to it. She looked like every man's fantasy, and he was super glad he was the one who had her. Dramatically, he got on one knee in front of her, taking her hands.
"Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive—"
She burst into a fit of giggles, pulling him up before giving him a hug. "Ransom, you can ask me that later, now we have to leave!" He laughed along, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before they left their house, getting into his car to go to the same venue where his grandfather's book-signing was held 2 years ago.
And oh, believe me, he was definitely planning on asking her later.
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revirushifaa · 3 years
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OK, but imagine MC dying of old age while their daughter is still super young and Lucifer doing his best as a single dad for centuries as their daughter grows from the terrible twos into the teenage rebellious streak that definitely didn't come from him (it did).
Haaah, more papa Sushifer is in order! This is already fun, so I'll give up a scenario!
Enjoy!
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Daughter of Pride:
MC is gone. His partner is gone, and now the only thing that was left of them, was their one-year-old daughter, Lucille. While Lucifer was still a little mournful over his mate's loss, he promised to them that he would be the one raising their firstborn, it was a promise that he won't break, he did his best with the raising alone, after all he had experience with raising children.
Lucille was a demon like her father so she aged differently from her human parent so it was only natural that MC died without seeing their daughter grow up, something that torment them even to the last moment of their life. Lucifer didn't wish to remember that sad day. It had to be one of the most saddest days of his long life.
Please, MC, my dearest... stay with me
Lucifer... take good care of my little girl. Tell her that I love her... I love you too, both of you...
With that last sentence and warm smile, MC stopped living. He was so devastated that he turned himself colder around everyone... but his daughter. Lucille was the only living being left from his mate, the one who he had to protect and raise. It wasn't an easy task, normally, MC was who took care of her the major part while he was absent in business with Diavolo.
But he had promised with his heart to MC, that Lucille would be cared for and raised well. Just looking his daughter, it remembered him of MC. While she had his body form and face features, her hair and her eyes were MC's, it was like seeing his beloved in their daughter, which he took as comfort. He would nuzzle Lucille at nights and snuggled her in bed, the baby half demoness had MC's calid smile and laugh, but she had also inherited that hard attitude from Lucifer. It was a mix, of hard and soft.
"You are my pride and joy, Lucille. Never forget that, daughter mine."
What he would always murmur in her small ears as he snuggled her and cradled her. With his daughter with him, he didn't become full isolated to his room, if he had lost both MC and Lucille, then Lucifer wouldn't be sane at all. At least Lucille was safe and sound with him.
"No, Lucille. You cannot have sugar all three meals."
As the little demoness grew up, she was more hard to raise or to try to discipline. She was spoiled, that was true, and sometimes she turned out bratty.
"But I wanna sugar. SUGAR NOW!!"
"Lucille—"
"SUGAR!!!"
Sometimes her temper tantrums, gave Lucifer huge migraines and constant stress. It was when he used his major authorital tone, that he made her to stop acting up. And if that didn't work, then it was taking her privileges and sometime in the corner. He never hit her as a punishment. No. He just couldn't bring himself to do that, the demoness was only three and if he did that, he would be breaking an important promise that he had made to MC. Be fair with my little girl, Lu.
So physical discipline was a no-go with him. There were other ways that worked his way. Like when he grounded her from playing with her toys for three days. She would only study and practice her writing. No dessert as well. He had glared sternly at Beel, warning him to not be lenient when his daughter was grounded.
"That's it, young demoness. No toys or dessert for THREE days."
"But, Daddy-"
"No buts, or else I'll add another day to your grounding."
That was all to shut her savage mouth in protesting. Of course seeing her sob and cry because he was too harsh in speaking to her, always made his heart hurt. He would always tone down his voice and speak more gentler to her, explaining why he did that, and then fix the situation with offering to do a compromise, if she was well-behaved and willing to it.
As she reached into adolescense, that was a huge stress to the poor prideful father. Lucille at 16 was such a pain in the butt. Demanding and rebellious, a huge picky eater and a true brat.
"I will be clear with you, young demoness. If you give me an ounce of attitude, then your D.D.D will be confiscated for a month, you won't go out during that time and will be put on chores duty for until I see an improvement in your behavior. And you will write three thousand times I will not disrespect or disobey my father. Clear?
Lucille would huff at how strict her father had turned himself into. But she hadn't known that it was all her part to have put him that way. Lucifer was fair if she was fair, it was a cycle of giving and giving back. Lucille behaved, Lucifer rewarded her. Lucille misbehaved, then Lucifer punished her.
"Father, when did you turn like an old boring grandpa? I only want to have fun! You can't keep me as your prisoner in this boring house!"
"Lucille, I demand more respect from you. This is your father, speaking to you. And I never said that I would keep you here all the time. But first things first. Do your school work and then you can go out. Do we have a compromise?"
"Fine. We have a compromise, Dad."
Lucifer would smile a bit softly, when the young demoness was reasonable.
"That's my good, little demoness." He would end it with a kiss to the top of her hair, before departing from her and going to do his own work and the demoness would go to do her own thing as promised.
Sometimes the lying habit came to Lucille and because of her, Mammon got in many trouble when it was all her buying the latest of fashion clothes.
"How do you explain this, Mammon?"
"Hey, what have you gotten into you?! I don't buy girly stuff! Maybe you should ask Lucille!"
....
"LUCILLE!!!!"
"What?"
She would come to him with a nonchalant look, as she's wearing highly expensive clothes and from that, is when Lucifer realized that it's all his daughter and not his greedy brother.
"So it was you who spent all of our money to please your nonsense..."
"Nonsense, Dad? I am a demoness in need of good clothes and looks! What if I find some good looking human in the future? They wouldn't like a normie, like how Uncle Levi dubs it!"
Lucifer's poor head throbs with absolute pain and stress. Ugh his daughter, is again causing him to go grey at just the age that he was at currently.
"Apologize to your uncle and then go to your room and write three thousand times I will not lie and blame my uncle into buying items that I don't need. Right now. March."
"But, Dad!"
"No 'but Dad'. Now, Young demoness. Or else, I will make you write it fifteen thousand times. How is it going to be?"
"I'm sorry, Uncle Mammon..."
And after her uncle acknowledged her apology, she went up to her room to do that, with a sad face, she didn't want at all to make her father disappointed today. Lucifer took notice of it, but decided to wait until she was done with the writings to talk about it.
It was several hours but she was done, and her handwriting had gotten better, it was because of the writing punishments that it got better, seeing as this was a very common punishment that her father doled out to her when she was being disobedient or a brat.
"I...I'm done..." she said in a quiet voice.
Lucifer had looked up from the papers that he was signing. He frowned softly, the demoness hadn't realized it but she had a few tears rushing down her cheeks. His firm tone from before had softened to that gentle tone, as he approached her and pulled her into his hold.
"I hope this will be enough to end your lying habit. I do not like seeing you sad, but you know I cannot let you get away with something that you have done wrong. It is okay now. You have learned and there is not reason for me to keep mad."
He had soft-spoken to her, the way that she knew that he wasn't mad or disappointed anymore. But Lucille couldn't help feeling bad either way. She in fact, never liked putting her dad mad or disappointed in her, she let the silent tears trickle down. Lucifer said nothing, his comfort was always silent and he showed it with actions rather than words. He held her in his arms, all the time that she needed.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Dad..."
"There's no need to apologize now, this case has been solved. Don't beat yourself too much over it, your uncle had forgiven you, I have forgotten about it. It's all okay, Lulu."
And by calling her by her special nickname that he had for her, she knew all was well. She hugged more but to show him that she actually loved him so deeply. Lucifer already knew that, he loved his daughter with all his life, it didn't matter how much trouble she was, that wouldn't change anything.
He might be cold, stern and everything else that others said of him behind his back, but the love of a father was above everything else. He loved his demoness quite so much, so that was what was important.
"I love you, Dad. And I mean it."
"I love you too, daughter mine, with all my heart."
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dadsbongos · 3 years
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i'll miss you
Movie/Show/Game: Marvel Dynamic: Steve Rogers/Reader Warnings: endgame spoilers ig but like it’s been a bit so just see the movie Summary: Steve just hopes that leaving isn’t something to tear you apart. Word Count: 1.3K ~~~
You watch Sam glide a hand over the shield, his shield. Then the eyes all turn to you as if suddenly remembering you were there. Bucky reaches for your hand hesitantly because while he knows this experience, he'll never know the actual feeling. Comforting was never his forte, especially after just regaining the sense of who he was. He doesn't fight when you pull away to stand in front of the elderly replica of the man you'd loved. The man you'd thought loved you.
There's a pause as you study the lines in his face, the weathered skin, and the peppered hair. He's lived out a full life and he chose to do so without you.
"Would you have been happy with me?"
"Don't - " Steve's voice is no longer tinged with the harshness of youth as he speaks, "don't do that to yourself."
"So, no?"
He isn't smiling anymore, and that almost brings you enjoyment to see his lips stretched to a frown. To see that he isn’t happy almost makes you forget what he’s done to make you wish displeasure upon him. Then you notice the pity in his eyes and it reignites the fresh fire.
“Don’t look down on me,” you shake your head, “You don’t get to do that, you’re the one that left… you left for Peggy…”
Steve presses his lips into a thin line before speaking, “I’m sorry. I wasted years of your life and you didn’t deserve that. I never wanted to hurt you but I did, and I’m sorry.”
“Did you ever think of me?”
Bucky and Sam awkwardly retreat from the growing quarrel.
“I did,” he nods slowly, “I thought about all of you.”
“Steve, you know that’s not what I meant,” your voice wavers with the lump of budding cries in your throat, you move to sit beside him and place your head in your hands, “Did you ever regret it?”
“Sometimes, but…” he shakes his head, “it wasn’t about our life together. I want you three to be okay and I can’t be there anymore. For that, I’m sorry.”
You brush away at the wetness gathering along your waterline, “I hope it was worth it, Steve.”
“I think it will be,” he hesitates but grasps your hand anyway, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have led you to this. I hope you can find someone better than me, I really do.”
“I wanted to marry you, Steve,” you gently squeeze his hand, “I really did. I thought you were the one.”
“I’m sorry, this isn’t fair to you. It never was.”
There’s silence between you before you lean in to press against Steve’s shoulder and ask, “Did I ever stand a chance against her?”
“Do you want honesty or comfort?”
“Honesty, I think.”
“You did,” he sounds certain, and that honestly doesn’t do much to mend the ache inside your chest, “If I didn’t see her when I was returning the stones, I would’ve come back to you and lived out our lives together.”
It does nothing to comfort you, knowing you were so close and yet always stuck in second place. An afterthought when he saw the woman he was truly meant to be with. Mrs. Peggy Carter-Rogers.
“You three should take care of each other,” Steve murmurs, “I can’t be around forever.”
The words do even less to placate you, the idea of having to stay close with your ex’s best friends - your best friends by extension - having to relive the memories of both them and Steve in your history. But Steve was old and you did care for Bucky and Sam. You didn’t know if you could stay with them until you died as he wished, but you didn’t want to lose them entirely - but you’re not sure either of them is intent on staying in contact much longer anymore. Even so, you nod slowly against the withering captain’s shoulder and promise him you will. You’ll watch the boys and stay with them like he promised to you. And maybe that makes you similar because you know you won’t be trying that hard to cling to them if they run away.
It’s a few more minutes of silence before Bucky and Sam return and it’s a few more weeks until you see either of them again. From the few texts and calls that’d gone back and forth between you three, you’d gathered that Sam returned to Louisiana and Bucky was court ordered for therapy. Steve was admitted to a home for the elderly not too long after his return from replacing the stones. Which led to the running encounter between you and Bucky in the lobby of the caretaker facility Steve was staying in.
“You said you were his son?” you whispered to him, eyes narrowed.
“‘Friend’s daughter,’” Bucky scoffed, “Could you be less suspicious? At least say niece or something.”
“I’m not gonna sit here and call my ex my uncle, that’s fucking weird,” you grumble so the nurse leading you towards Steve’s room can’t hear you.
Bucky searches for a comeback before shrugging, “I can see where that’s deterring.”
“I know.”
You’re both let into the room, Steve looking to the doorway as you enter. He smiles slightly at the sight of you two and waits for the nurse to leave to speak, “I’m glad you’re both together.”
“We try,” Bucky gives a strained smile, hoping Steve doesn’t catch the lie. It’s almost sweet, how hard Bucky tries to make Steve think his last wishes are being kept alive.
You reach out and gently brush your fingers through Steve’s thin, grey hair, “How’ve you been? Are the caretakers good to you?”
Steve smiles again and ignores the questions, “Have you gone back to the coffee shop by the old compound at all? That barista was into you.”
“I haven’t, and if I had, I don’t think they were into me. I was an Avenger, they were probably starstruck at best.”
“Then what about the, uh, that lobby manager for the old apartments,” the one they shared when Sharon was an unsuspecting nurse across the hall and Peggy wasn't in the picture, “They asked if we were just roommates, that had to mean something.”
You don’t think about your words before they come out, “You sound like Nat.”
The room’s silence is deafening and you wish you could go back in time and take it back.
All of it.
“You should be happy too,” Steve reaches up shakily to take your wrist, pausing your combing of his hair, “I want you to be happy.”
Bucky pats your shoulder, and if you didn’t know him so well you could almost take him as anything other than teasing, “I’ll help ‘em find a date, punk. Don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah, the guy who had his first date in seventy years and didn’t even finish it is gonna find me a lover,” you sarcastically huffed, “Fucking genius idea.”
“Hey,” Steve weakly protested, “language.”
“Alright, grandpa,” you pat his shoulder softly, “get some rest, I’ve got another old man to get to therapy.”
“Hilarious,” Bucky shakes his head, but follows your lead in patting Steve’s arm, “I’ll be back next week, punk.”
Neither of them wants to face the reality that one week, Steve won’t be there to chide them for their language or try and set you up on dates you don’t need. Steve leaving was selfish - of course, he deserved to do something for himself, but not like that. Not when he’d be leaving two friends, a fiancé, and a world in desperate need of him. Not when he was leaving you.
“See you later, old man,” you mutter, tapping Steve’s bed frame as you leave, no matter how much your own head screams at you to stay and tell Steve how much you hate him for leaving you for a past he’d grown out of. How much you wish he’d stayed. How you wish you’d been the one to return the stones, even if to just ensure he’d never seen Peggy.
You bid him farewell and take Bucky to therapy even though you know doing so perpetuates the illusion that anything other than petty attachment to Steve is what holds you to either Sam or Bucky.
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stony4eva · 3 years
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Baby shower and Tony's insecurities
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"Tony, hurry up, please! We still need to pick up Bucky, Sam and Peter..." Steve said approaching their bedroom.
"Peter texted me, said he will go with Harley after school." Tony said looking at mirror fixing his hair. Then he frowned when he noticed more of his hair is getting grey.
"What's wrong honey?" Steve said hugging his husband from behind.
"Don't you see it? I'm old..." Tony said grabbing some of his grey hair.
"What should I say then?" Steve said trying to make him laugh "I'm twice your age..."
"Take away 66 years in ice - you are only 37 and I'm 51. And I made Vision, he is practically my son. That makes me grandpa now, Steve..." Tony seemed desperate. "What will be in 20 years when I'm-"
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"Hey," Steve stopped his husband's talk "I loved you since the day I met you, your self-confidence, self-belief, optimism... Where is that Tony? I still love you and will love you till the day I die. Don't let your good personality go away. I want confident Tony Stark that I married. Yes, that Tony will have grey hair and will old together with me, which is absolutely normal. And I'll love him more and more with every single day. I fell for your pride, for you being stubborn and sexy. The fact that you had reputation of playboy and you still waited six months after we started dating 'til I did the first move means huge to me. You think that I don't know what's public image of us? They call you my sugar daddy, and yeah, I found out what that means on the internet and you are definitely not that to me. Yeah, I knew which amount of money you had before I married you and what your reputation in science world is. Of course I didn't married you for your money, but would you have it if you were not smart enough to make it. Yeah Tony, you are the smartest person I know and please don't ever, ever think bad about yourself. Okay?" Steve said cupping his cheeks and searched for his gaze making sure that Tony understood every single word. Tony nodded looking back.
"See this ring here, that's symbol of our love. It does not have end, it's infinite, Tony, like our love. Forever. In eternity." Steve gave soft kiss on his husband's forehead, then nose, then lips.
"God, I love you Steve."
"You in the mood for a quickie?" Steve whispered.
"Fuck yes!" Tony answered excitedly as Steve pushed him against the wall.
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"Sir, you have a call from Mr. Barnes. Also, Mr. Rogers has two missed calls from him." FRIDAY announced.
"Damn." They say in the same time and started dressing again.
"Hey Bucky, we're on the way. Traffic, you know..."
"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago..."
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"Give me 5 minutes." Tony said and ended the call.
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"This is Tommy and this is Billy." Wanda said presenting the boys.
"They are adorable, Wanda. This one has your eyes." Natasha said above her shoulder and Wanda smiled. All the other Avengers looking with adoration.
"Come to your uncle, Billy." Pietro carefully took one of the twins from his sister's arms.
Vision approached to Steve and Tony with younger boy in his arms.
"Tony, would you like to hold him?"
Tony stood speechless, looking at Steve, then at Vision, not sure of what he should say.
"I... I never did... he's so tiny, what if I hurt him?" Tony said with insecurity in his voice.
"You won't, just be careful. And gentle." Steve reassured him and Tony slowly took baby boy in his arms, tears of joy almost falling from his eyes.
"I'm gonna teach them everything and build bots with them. And I'll make them happiest kids ever." Tony whispered to himself but loud enough for Steve to hear.
"You would be amazing dad." Steve whispered.
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retroellie · 3 years
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what about mom!ellie x mom!reader on their child's first day of school in jackson? i can picture ellie getting excited (protect her at all costs) and ofc the reader too :) a lot of fluff but also maybe u can add a little bit of smut bcs they finally have their alone time ;) but yeah something like that!!
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Summary: Mom!Ellie’s kid first day of school so y’all get some alone time ;)
A/N: Thank you for the request<3 Sorry it’s rushed but this took me a bit, i hope you enjoyed it. I tried to make it cute :)
Warnings: NSFW (towards the end), use of vibrator, fingering
Word count: 5.1K
This has been the day you have been dreading for years, The day your little baby goes to school. You knew eventually you would have to let her fly on her own but it’s too soon, it seems like yesterday she only needed you for cuddles and your boobs. Now she can tie her own shoes and she doesn’t need your help pouring her milk in her glass.
You were proud of the way she grew up, you and Ellie both were so proud of her. She knew her manners, she was confident, and she was positive about the world even through everything. You were glad she had that mindset, nothing could ever dull her shine.
She was a splitting image of you with Y/H/C and Y/E/C, she even had hints of Ellie in her even if Ellie wasn’t her blood related mom. You and Ellie never denied her when she asked for toy cars and toy swords to play with. You never wanted her to hide her true self from others so whatever she wanted to be you accepted her.
“Okay you can look now mommy!” You heard a small squeak come out from behind you.
You didn’t hesitate in turning around to reveal the small girl and Ellie proudly looking down at her. You chuckled at the sight in front of you, seeing your baby matching your lover.
She was wearing a dark red flannel and a cute pair of grey jeans. Her hair was thrown up in a small messy bun (Ellie can’t do hair) and her neck was decorated with a small necklace locket.
“Oh my gosh....” you chuckled, looking down at the smiling girl.
“I wanted to dress like mama today.” She said, doing small poses.
You looked up at Ellie and she was smiling with you, Ellie was so excited for her to start school. Ellie kept you up half the night telling you about what kind of person she knew the kid was gonna be.
“I love it.” You said, reaching down and scooping the child up.
The small girl giggled as you spun and danced around the room. You danced to imaginary music, peppering her face wow her kisses . You didn’t stop until you ran out of breath and her lungs hurt from laughing so much.
Ellie came up to you both, planting a kiss on top of both of your heads; watching you two with such admiration for the two of you. You reached up to peck her lips slightly, reaching a hand out to wrap around her waist to pull her closer.
You and Ellie were still so in love with each other even with a little human getting in the way of your many nights spent wrapped up with each other. You made time for each other, sneaking around at night to try not to wake the baby, quiet showers at 3am, and banging it out on the counter before the baby woke up.
It was a rare love you two had, the love you felt for each other never fell out. You both were still like teenagers in love for the first time. You pulled away from the kiss that only lasted a few seconds but felt like a lifetime. You stared at her for a minute, watching her eyes twinkle in amazement; giving her a small smile.
“Mama I forgot about my backpack!” The girl said, wriggling down from your arms. “I don’t wanna be late for school!”
She ran into her room, her feet pattering away in the distance. You looked at Ellie once more, she shrugged her arms and chuckled. You chuckled turning over to walk over to the couch to put your shoes on, but before you could turn around you felt a slap on your ass. You turned around to see Ellie with a shit eating grin on her lips. You gave her a face that Ellie told you was you “why the fuck did you do that” face.
“What?! It was just asking for a nice slap.” She bit her lip. You shook your head at her and gave her a smirk.
“You're gonna regret that.” You said calmly, making your way over to the couch.
She smiled over at you, walking down the hall into the kitchen to gather the girls lunch. You pulled your shoes on and got up to pull your jacket over yourself. You could hear your little girls footsteps make their way back into the living room.
“Can we see grandpa Joel??? I want him to wear my outfit.” She spoke, already to go to school.
She looked so grown up, were you gonna cry when you came home today? yes, most definitely. You just couldn’t believe how big she’s gotten, nxt thing you know she’s gonna be a teenager. You hoped she wasn’t going to be like Ellie when she was a teenager back in Boston, Ellie was always causing some trouble.
“Of course!” You said handing her jacket to her. “ I think he would kill me if i didn’t let him see his grandbaby before her first day of school.”
That made her jump up and down with excitement, dancing around the room with such excitement. She kept chanting about what Joel was gonna say about her outfit, you were so glad she was going to school so she could run some of this energy out.
“Okay come on or your gonna be late.” You chuckled, opening the door and her immediately booking it over to Joel's house.
You guys still lived in the garage but it was bigger now. You guys added on more rooms when you found out you had a baby on the way. There were now 2 bedrooms, making room for a bigger kitchen and living room. You guys spent an entire summer adding onto the house and obviously the town helped out.
You loved Ellie's little garage and you didn’t want to move away from your dad, so it was decided. Ellie didn’t mind, she’s lived in some shitty places before coming to jackson. As long as you and your baby were happy, Ellie was happy.
“Well there’s my favorite girl!!” Joel greeted, setting down his guitar and standing up to scoop up the little girl running towards him.
You watched from the door, watching as your dad talked to the little one. You felt like you were looking at you and your dad instead of your daughter and joel. You remember a time when you killed your first clicker and your dad scooped you up, then checked around your body to see if you were bit but you werent. He hugged you so tightly, that was the first time you ever saw your dad cry; he was so scared.
That’s something you never want your kid to go through, you never want them to have to kill something or even someone. You had gotten numb to the feeling of it, it didn’t phase you anymore. You never wanted that to be the normal for your baby.
“I can’t believe she’s going to school.” A voice said from behind you.
Ellie came into your vision, leaning against the door next to you. She was holding the little girls backpack, evident she had forgotten it from all the excitement. You nodded, agreeing with Ellie's statement.
“yeah, next thing you know she’ll be taking care of us when we’re all old and wrinkly.” You joked, starting to walk over to the two.
“So in the next five years?” Ellie joked back.
You chuckled, walking up the stairs to gather your kid so you wouldn’t be late. Joel didn’t even notice you until the top stair creaked, he was too invested in the rambling of the little girl. When Joel and your kid came together, they were in their own little world. They were such a dynamic duo but you would always be Joel's favorite person no matter what; even if he doesn’t admit it.
“Hey kiddo.” He said, giving you a great big smile.
“Hey dad.” You smiled back. “She wanted to show you her outfit.”
“Well ain’t that right?” He looked down at the girl. The girl agreed, giving him a spin to show off her outfit.
“Yeah, she was excited.” You replied. “Hey, we should get going. we don’t want to be late.” You knew if you didn’t cut this short, these two could talk for hours.
“I reckon we don’t want that.” He stated.
You allowed them to say their goodbyes, the girl told Joel how much she was going to miss him when she went off to school. It made your heart melt, you wish your mom were here to see her too. The kid and your mom would’ve gotten along just fine.
The girl ran past you, hopping down the stairs to get her backpack from ellie. Ellie helped her put it on, knowing she had trouble with that. It was nice to see at least she needed y’all for something.
“It’s hard the first day.” Your dad spoke, causing you to turn around. “It was hard to see you and... well sarah go to the first day of school.”
His eyes started getting glossy, you and Ellie weren’t the only ones having a hard time with this change. You moved over to him and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.
“I know dad.” You said, face buried in his chest. “It’s hard but she’s gonna do great.”
The hug wasn’t long he pulled away after a couple seconds, he could’ve gone longer if he didn’t know you had to go. He blinked away his tears, not wanting to cry in front of you.
“I gotta go dad but i love you.” You said, stepping down the steps.
“I love you too kiddo.” He replied, watching as you made your way over to the kid and ellie. “Come over for dinner tonight! i wanna hear all about your day.” Joel called over to the three of you.
“We will! bye grandpa joel.” The girl shouted back.
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On the way there the girl had to say hello to everyone, smiling over to the working men and women, petting their dogs when she got a chance. When y’all finally got there, her little heart dropped. She knew this was coming but now that it’s here she got really scared, all the kids made her nervous. You noticed and gave her hand a nice squeeze, something you dad did when you got scared.
To say the young girl was attached to her mother was an understatement. The teacher came up to you guys, talking you through what would happen throughout the day, the lesson plan, recess and the teaching of the ways on how to protect themselves against the world. Ellie took all the information in, you held your child while she gripped onto you dear life.
You’ve never seen a school like this before. You’ve seen the military school Ellie went too and when you first came to Jackson you went to the small high school they have. The high school basically taught you how to read and write, do math equations, all that good stuff. Most of the schools you’ve seen were gloomy and broken down, this one was filled with rainbows and kittens.
You were glad she was able to go here, most children today weren’t. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the teacher bent down to talk to the small girl, you could feel her grabbing tighter onto you.
“Hey Y/C/N, my name is miss Rosie. I’m really looking forward to teaching you.” She spoke with sugar in her voice
The child didn’t budge but instead dug her face into your stomach. The teacher looked up to you and Ellie, giving you both a small chuckle. You patted her back to see if maybe you could pry her off but she kept her grip on you.
“Hey kiddo...” Ellie said, bending down to her size. “How about mama take you in there, would you like that?”
The girl shifted around to look at Ellie, tears in her eyes. She nodded and let go of you, leaving behind a wet spot on your shirt. Ellie grabbed her hand and looked up at you, you gave her a small smile.
“How about you take her in, I’m afraid if I go in there I might never wanna come out.” You joke.
“Okay.” Ellie said, reaching over to peck your lips. “Say bye to mommy, bub.”
The girl once again grabbed on to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged back, wrapping your arms around her small little head.
“Be good okay? We’ll go over to grandpa's house when you get back.” You said as you let go of her.
She gave her a sad little smile before grabbing onto Ellie’s hand. Ellie led her into the classroom, disappearing within its walls. You let out a small sigh, that was harder than you expected.
You realized what your dad said was right. It’s really fucking hard. It’s only a matter of time before she has boyfriends or girlfriends and she starts wanting to explore the world. She knew what was happening behind those huge walls that separated Jackson from the real world, but seeing it and being in it was something you dread her witness.
“The first day is always hard.” You heard a voice say from behind you.
You looked to where the voice was and saw Dina making her way up to you. She looked half asleep, evident that she had woken up not too long ago. She stopped right next to you and gave a small smile.
“The amount of times I’ve heard that today and yet it’s still not getting easier.” You chuckled, you didn’t mean to make it sound bitchy but it somehow did.
Dina chuckled with you, looking down at her feet. A gush of kids ran into the classroom, laughing and yelling. You were ready for your kid to come running out of there, loud noises made her nervous. You hoped she would do okay without you.
“I remember JJ’s first day here, it was so scary.” Dina spoke. “But it all turned out okay, plus it’s the only time you’ll have some alone time with Ellie.”
She raised her eyebrows and gave you a quick wink, making you laugh. You never would’ve thought you and Dina would be making sex jokes in a school that your children attend. It felt like yesterday that you were an awkward teen and Dina was the only friend you had in school.
“You know, I’m surprised you and Jesse don’t have more kids.” You laughed
“That makes two of us.” She joked back. “Now I’m gonna go home and pass out.”
She pulled you into a hug, giving you a nice squeeze before pulling away. Dina doesn’t look like a mom, she still looks like a teenager. You wonder if you look like a mom to people you just met, does your eyebags give it away or is it your hips.
“Thanks Dina.” You said, watching as she nodded and began to walk off.
Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing, having some alone time with Ellie; when you weren’t being parents. That didn’t sound so bad.
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When you got home the first thing you did was clean up the mess that Ellie and your kid had made. Getting real pretty did have it’s disadvantages. You folded so many clothes your finger had started to hurt, it seemed every piece of the little girl's clothing was on the floor.
You were in your own little world, thinking about what your kid was doing right now or if she was scared or if she missed you... You tried to reassure yourself that she was doing just fine. You were pulled out of your world when two hands gripped your waist.
You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was, the kisses to the back of your neck have you more of a clue. The soft feather like kisses pepper on your neck made your eyes flutter closed. Were you that touch starved?
“I was thinking about what we could do today since the baby’s away.” She mumbled in between kisses “I thought we could take a nice bath together hmm?”
That’s something you guys never really got to do, ever since the baby came you had to say bye to long hot baths especially ones together. The times you got alone time, just the house with each other were spent catching up on sleep.
Ellie’s hand wrapped around your body, dropping down to your waist and moving up your thigh. Her kisses lingered on your neck, your eyes fluttered closed.
“Sounds nice...” you sighed out
She watched your reaction to her touch, you were putty in her arms already. Ellie still loved hearing your pretty little moans, even if she didn’t get to hear them as much. She missed the nights when she left you screaming and shaking before the baby but now the quickies you had and the trying to get each other off as fast as you could while also trying to bathe in each other's affection; they were just so much better.
Ellie’s hands roamed your body a bit more, slightly swaying to imaginary music. The silliness of the house was rare and you guys were going to take advantage of that, Ellie was gonna make it her life goal to fill the entire house up with your moans. Her hands ran patterns down your thighs, inching closer and closer to your heart.
“As much as i’d really like to fuck you....” You mumbled, pushing her slightly away with your hip. “I don’t want it to be in my daughters room.”
Ellie chuckled, pulling away from you while stepping back. You went back to folding things, finishing what you started. Ellie watched you bend down, picking up more clothes and folding them. She wanted you now, wanted to feel close to you without a child in between you two. She bit her lip before grabbing your hand.
“Well, let's take it to the bathroom. I’ll get the bath water ready while strip for me.” She joked, pulling you by the hand into a kiss.
You smirked into the kiss, dropping the shirt in your hand on the ground. You nodded slowly telling her to take you to the bathroom. She noticed and walked to the bathroom, pulling you by the hand along with her. She busted the door open before bending down to get the water going.
You didn’t hesitate in pulling your clothes off, wanting nothing more than to get railed surrounded by nice warm water. You had already unbuttoned your pants and pulled completely off before working on getting your shirt over your head. You felt like at any moment your kid could come bursting in or come calling for you, motherhood really took a toll on you, huh.
You felt too hands on your waist once more, cold, rough hands grabbing roughly at your hips. You felt lips on your chest, taking their time when they reached your beast. You successfully pulled your shirt off, seeing Ellie suck and bite at your chest.
As much as you wanted to  admire the view you wanted her so you grabbed at her face and smashed your face into hers. She laughed at your neediness, pulling you closer to her. You were messy and sloppy with the kiss, putting your tongue in her mouth. You craved the heat from her body and affection she gave you. Only she could make you like this and she loved it.
Your hands made their way down the hem of her shirt, yanking it; hinting that you wanted it off. She pulled away momentarily to pull it over her head, you watched in anticipation. Her sports bra came into view, high lighting her toned body. The look of it just made you more wet, the wetness seeped through your underwear.
When the shirt hit the ground she was on you again, lips moved messly together in sync. Your chests were touching, heaving against each other. Her hand snaked around to your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly. Ellie was more of a boobie kinda gal but she sure did love what having a kid did to your ass.
You moaned into the kiss, hands going from her shoulders to her hips to the top of her jean button. You shake hand unbuttoned her jeans, sliding a hand into them. Your warm hand rubbing her through her underwear, she let out a surprised yelp. That egged your on, wanting to go further but she pulled away from you.
“You can’t wait till we get in the bath huh?” She spoked, She reached down to your heart, feelling how wet you were. “Needy little thing aren’t you?”
“I want you...” You spoke, voice suddenly raspy.
She bit her lip, pulling away from you completely. She turned over to the bathtub, crouching down to feel the water. She let out a small smirk, seeing how it was perfect. She got up from the tub and made her way over to you once more.
“I’ll be right back, go ahead and get in....” she said, pecking your lips before leaving the bathroom
You let a scoff out, watching the tub fill up but you did what you were told. You pulled your bra off along with your underwear, letting them both fall to the ground. You slowly got it, feeling the warmness consume you. You laid back, it had been so long since you took a bath.
The water splashing, the warmth and the sound of quietness could make you fall asleep right now if you could but the dull throb you felt in your heart irritated you. You wondered what Ellie went to get, maybe it was a toy? You knew she wanted to use that new vibe she found a couple weeks ago, maybe it was her walkman. She has to fuck you with music, ellie always kept you on the edge.
“Is mommy finally relaxed.” Ellie spoke, causing you to perk up.
She stood in the doorway, only in her bra and half buttoned jeans. She had something behind her back but you knew better than to ask. You gave her a small smile before sitting up.
“I’d be much more relaxed if momma came over and fucked me.” You said wiggling your butt slightly.
“My pleasure.” She said, pulling off the rest of her clothes.
You watched her every move, the anitpaction eating at you. You watched her boobs bounce out when her bra came off and you watched as she slid her jeans plus underwear down to her ankles. She threw her clothes by the door before jumping in with you, turning the water off on her way in.  
She didn’t hesitate in smashing your faces back together, her tongue finding its way into your mouth. You pulled her closer to you, pulling her down with you. The only thing between your naked bodies was the water, soaking your skin.
Ellie slowly laid you back, your warm skin hitting the cold bathtub. She hovered over you, lips still connected to yours. Her tongue explored your mouth like it was the first time, she was going to take her time with you. Her hands roamed your body, touching every inch of it. She loved how beautiful you were, how ever part of your body was so fucking perfect. It didn’t matter how many rolls you had or if your thighs touched or not or if you had a double chin when you laid down.
It didn’t matter to her, you were the one that carried her child all the while you still did your assignments with no trouble. She found your innocence and but also your corruption so hot. Her kisses had trailed down to your chest, spending time on creating purple bruises on your skin.
“Ellie...” You let out a breathless moan, squirming already. “Please...”
She thought she had teased you enough and because you had worked hard with the baby but also in the garden she thought she would give you what you wanted. She sat up once more, watching as you whimpered at the sudden loss. She reached over to grab her jeans, almost falling out of the tub; obviously you laughed at her clumsiness.
She grabbed her jeans, pulling a small black vibe out of them. It was one that you guys used to use but stopped once you had the baby, it was small but powerful and had you cumming in seconds. You stopped using it because it literally put you on your ass for days, plus you love the intimacy of using your hands now.
“Haven’t used this for a bit huh?” She said, sitting back in front of you
Your legs were already shaking, you could already feel the vibrations coursing through your body; That sensation will never leave you. Ellie saw how your eyes filled with lust, knowing how ready you were. She bent down to kiss you once more, your moans already becoming louder.
Her hand ran up your thigh again, not hesitating on putting her hand right where you wanted it to be. She ran her finger up your heat, causing you to gasp in her mouth. She watched as you reacted to her touch, your breath hitching and your legs self-consciously wrapping around her waist.
She stuck two fingers in, allowing her thumb to rub circles on your clit. She started slow with her actions, waiting for the perfect moment to put the vibe on your aching cunt. Your mouth locked open, causing her to trail her kisses down your chest again.
Her mouth stopped at your boobs, sucking and licking at them while her fingers worked your cunt open. You squirmed violently, the water was most likely spilling over at this point. Everything was going so fast but so slow all at the same time, she could already feel your walls clench around her fingers.
You rutted your hips up to meet her fingers, her fingers hitting your g-spot head on every single thrust. The pleasure coming from both your boobs and cunt, the steam arising from water, the sudden touch with you being touch starved could easily send you off the edge. You couldn’t believe at one time you could do this for hours and not break.
Ellie now knew this was the perfect time to turn the vibe on, so she pulled you up closer to her; sitting her down on her lap so you were straddling her. Her fingers were still sitting inside you, feeling around the spongy inside. Ellie could cum by just looking at your dripping body, the way the water dripped off your body so perfectly made her weak.
Your lip was between your teeth and our eyes were fluttering closed, your orgasm on hold since her fingers stopped pumping. Ellie turned the vibe on, the light hum filling the bathroom. Your eyes opened, watching as her hand wrapped around the small vibe. Her tattoo dancing along with the vibe, to say you were dripping was an understatement.
“You might wanna hold on to me princess.” She spoke, ripping your eyes away from the vibe.
You nodded, grabbing on to her shoulders. She gave you a small grin before pumping her fingers in and out of you once again, preparing your body for the powerful vibrations. She took her and pushed it down on her thighs, honestly afraid if you weren't fully seated you might fall over. She reached down with the vibe and placed it directly on your clit.
You almost immediately hunched over, the familiar feeling making your head fuzzy. Ellies lips attached to your neck, sucking love bits onto it. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving moon shaped marks on her arms. Your moans filled the bathroom, echoing throughout the house. You wondered if people outside could hear you, suddenly you were brought back to being an 18 year old with no kids; only doing assingments and coming home to be railed by ellie.
You grind your hips against her hand and the vibe, it was too much but you craved it. The knot in your stomach was building up and you knew in the next couple minutes you would be having a world shattering orgasm. You pulled at Ellie's hair, pulling her back to your lips; wanting all of her while you came undone.
Your hips rutted faster and harder, moaning loudly as you did so. The knot got tighter and tighter until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your grip on her hair tightened, your senses blurred as the knot snapped. You threw your head back as your orgasm ripped through you, screaming as the waves ran through your body
Ellie fucked you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings as you shook violently. You could swear you felt the earth below you shake and the sky boom with thunder. As you came down from you high, you collapsed on Ellie's shoulder.
She took the vibe off of you causing you to wince, you were so overstimulated. You could feel Ellie set the vibe down and wrap her arms around your waist, holding you in a hug-like position. You were barely conscious, the amount of pleasure really took it out of you.
Ellie rubbed circles on your heated, flushed skin. You could fall asleep right here if you wanted too, the warmth and the skin to skin contact lulled you to sleep. Ellie gave you a minute before she lifted you up to get you dried off, the bath was a good idea cause now she doesn’t have to clean you off.
“I was gonna make you some lunch but my legs won’t stop shaking.” You joked as Ellie dried your body off.
“You are my lunch.” She chuckled, picking up your clothes and putting them in the basket. “We could go a few more rounds before the kid gets back.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
You could feel your heart throb again, even after a orgasm that almost made you go unconscious ellie could still make you beg for more. You stood up as best as you could, wrapping the towel around you. You wobbled over to her and brought her into another kiss, literally holding on to her for dear life.
“Give me a minute before you fuck me again, i’m getting old.” You said in between a kiss.
“You’re like 25..” She chuckled.
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Don’t Make Me Beg Now Baby
CHAPTER ONE: EDGE OF DARKNESS
Hello fellow Greta Van Freaks. This is my very first Greta fic! I hope you enjoy.
MASTERLIST
Note: This fic contains mature themes, discussions of past non-con (no members of GVF involved) and drug use. Minors DNI. 18+ only and please take care of yourselves. (See Ao3 for full tag list)
You can also read this fic on Ao3 if you prefer!
Jake Kiszka x Original Female Character
Picture this: The boys are in Northern Michigan to write the new album and they meet a wild young woman who works at a local record store who has a rough history with rock bands.
She doesn’t want to fall into the same traps she fell into before. He doesn’t want to hurt her.
The rest of them just want them to figure their shit out.
Note: While this fic is based on the members of Greta Van Fleet, I obviously do not know them personally (lol) and nearly 99% of this is a fever dream I decided to write down. Some tid bits are based on things said in interviews/photos/songs but please do not come for my neck if you dislike my portrayals as this is a STORY that I have entirely made up.
This will be a slow burn, overly dramatic, cliché fest of me missing my Mitten State and wishing more than anything I could move back home. Their music makes me homesick and for that I’ll never forgive them. ;)
Chapter Under the Cut
CHAPTER ONE: EDGE OF DARKNESS
The tiny bell on the door to “The Edge” clanked as Jake pushed his way in, followed by Josh, Sam and Danny. The afternoon sun streamed through the slats in the windows at a harsh angle, illuminating the swirling dust. The boys all immediately took a deep breath. They all loved the smell of this place. A mix of dusty old vinyl's, incense and weed. 
The Edge was the shop owned by an old friend, Levi, who had been a longtime family friend of the Kiszka’s. The boys had made the near three hour drive to the shop whenever they had a spare weekend in their younger years. They bought Levi out of his guitar strings and drumsticks and always looked through the boxes of vinyl's hoping to find treasures. Levi sold an eclectic mix of music equipment, records, books, home goods and comically horrific coffee. 
The Edge is where they had each bought their very first instruments, had their first beers and even smoked their first joint. It was a special place for them. 
The old wood floors creaked with every step, the wood walls were covered with old articles from Rolling Stone, photos Levi had taken and autographs from the artists who had cycled through the place over the years. There were stacks upon stacks of vinyl's. Shelves of old autobiographies and music theory books. There were speakers stacked from floor to ceiling, and the whole right side of the store was jam packed with basses and guitars. The back corner had a few keyboards and a drum set, but plenty of catalogues to pick even more instruments from. There were cases of drumsticks and guitar picks and strings. The middle of the store had tables full of incense, candles and interesting home goods. There were tables where local artists sold jewelry, art pieces and furniture. It was full to the brim, most shelves rising way up to the ceiling. Most needed a ladder to reach the top. The basement had a sound studio with even more equipment set up to be used to record, or to test out. 
Levi had inherited the place from his father, who had built up quite a legendary roster of friends over his years. The shop was just off Front Street on the main drag of Traverse City. Levi’s father had made a name for himself as a great host to bands looking to escape to northern Michigan to hole up in cabins and write albums. Levi continued the tradition and took it a step further by buying the space next door and turning it into a club with live music on the weekends. 
If you were lucky, you could catch some super huge bands playing for only about 100 people in the dark side room of The Edge. 
“You bastards finally made it!” Levi called out as he came sauntering out of the back room. Levi looked the exact same as the last time the boys had seen him. Tanned skin from his days paddle boarding and hiking along the Lake Michigan shore, sandy blonde hair that was brighter in the summer, perpetual 5-o-clock shadow because he just couldn’t be bothered to shave, shell necklace around his neck, light wash jeans low on his hips with the same old cowboy boots he’d been wearing since the boys were 12. 
“Is that grey hair I see Levi?” Josh leaned forward with an exaggerated squint. Levi laughed, snagging Josh’s head to give him a noogie. 
“I may be older than you punks by a few years, but I’m not greying yet.” Levi released Josh from his headlock and gave him a shove. 
“I’d say 37 is more than a few years older than us, grandpa.” Sam snarked. 
“You’re makin me regret extending my hospitality, kid.” 
Jake felt himself relax fully for the first time in a really long time. It was just like old times. Exactly what the boys needed. 
“Welcome back dudes. I’m surprised I’m still cool enough for you Rockstar types.” Levi crossed his legs and leaned back against the front counter. 
“We’ll never be too cool for The Edge. This place will always be way cooler than we could ever be.” Danny piped up, walking forward to wrap Levi in a hug. 
“It’s been too long man.” Levi commented as he smacked Danny on the back. 
“We know.” Sam said “Way too fuckin long.” He hugged Levi next. Josh and Jake followed up with hugs next. The room was heavy with a tinge of melancholy. Old friends who had missed each other finally reunited. 
“Well, have you guys been to the house yet?” Levi stepped around the counter and started pouring four cups of the famous nasty coffee. 
“Yeah we dropped our bags off before we headed into town.” Danny spoke up. 
“Isn’t it sweet?” Levi asked enthusiastically. 
“It’s wicked man. Thanks so much for getting that set up for us.” Josh grinned as he snagged a cup off the counter. 
The house was a mid century modern cabin right on the east bay shore. It came equipped with a huge garage studio, front deck and a dock out into the bay. Levi had bought the house in foreclosure and along with help from a bunch of locals (in exchange for beer of course) they turned the house into a perfect getaway for any artists looking to come take a break up north. The place had five bedrooms and three bathrooms with a giant living room with overstuffed couches and velvet chairs. The walls were covered in art and the shelves were full to bursting with plants. It was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures,  with mix matched rugs and lamps. It was Levi’s pride and joy. 
“I’m so glad you guys like it.” Levi smiled even bigger as he passed coffees to the rest of the boys. “Once you’re a little more settled, feel free to send me a list of equipment you want me to set up downstairs and you can start coming in whenever to work. But also, I think you should probably take a week or two off first. You all look about two seconds away from collapsing.” 
“Yeah we’re pretty fuckin beat dude. But we’ll send you a list ASAP.” Jake said, taking a burning sip of the coffee. It singed his nerve endings and he couldn’t have been happier about it. 
Levi opened his mouth to speak again, when a voice filtered through the window to the loft above the store. 
“Yo Levi!” the person shouted “Can you please get off your fuckin ass and pick music to play? I know Wednesdays are your day to pick but if you take forever I’m just gonna put on whatever I want and you can suck it.”
All four boys' heads snapped up to the window to the loft, but whoever was up there couldn’t be seen. All they could see was that the loft had clearly gotten a makeover. What used to be an upper level where Levi stored surplus supplies now looked like it had a plush velvet couch, lava lamps and plants in it. 
“Alright alright! I’ll get on it.” Levi called back up, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he walked toward the central sound system behind the counter to scroll through Spotify playlists. 
“Who the fuck is that and what have you done to the loft?” Josh asked, hopping up to sit on the counter. 
“That would be the very best thing that’s ever fallen into my lap. A.k.a my new store and venue manager Maven. She moved back to the area after living in Hollywood for a few years managing bands and she completely changed my life. We finally have consistent stock, a longstanding line up at the club and I have had the time to start photography again. Truly a godsend, if not occasionally a pain in my ass. She turned the loft into a breakroom of sorts.  There’s a couch and table up there now. She practically lives up there sometimes.” 
“Damn she must be some woman if she finally got you to get your shit together with that club.” Sammy piped up. 
“She’s hellfire, I’ll tell yah that.” Levi chuckled, finally hitting play on a playlist. The first bars of Surfin USA by the Beach Boys came on the surround system and matching groans came out of Jake downstairs and Maven upstairs. 
“Not this shit again!” Maven yells. Jake chuckled to himself. Hellfire indeed. 
“It’s my day to pick so suck it!” Levi called back before faux stage whispering to the boys “I mostly just play this to piss her off.”
Levi clapped his hands together once “Well boys, It’s close enough to five o'clock and I owe you a beer. Let’s head over to Little Fleet for some grub and beers and we can catch up.” 
Josh grimaced as he sucked down the last bit of his coffee before lobbing the empty cup into the trash at the end of the counter. “You still make shit coffee Levi.” 
“It’s the one thing I wouldn’t let Maven fix.” Levi said with a grin as all five men exited out the back door. 
                                                           ~0~
The boys took a week to relax, as per Levi’s request. They spent the days hiking the shore, kayaking and drinking beer around the fire. It had been way too long since they’d done this. The release of The Battle at Garden’s Gate had been exhilarating and the fans' response had been everything they’d hoped for. People seemed to love the album and they were all so proud. But with press interviews and touring, they hadn’t gotten more than a day or two to relax at a time. And they certainly hadn’t gotten a chance to get back to their favorite old haunts in years. 
They stopped by the store almost every morning for a cup of coffee strong enough to jumpstart their hearts. Sometimes Levi joined them on their escapades, and sometimes he stayed behind to help out at the store. The boys spent a few afternoons sifting through albums and strumming on some of Levi’s vintage guitars. 
Mostly they caught up on each other's lives. The boys recounted their more personal lives that happened outside the coverage of the album and Levi talked about the past few years of his life in Traverse City. Levi told them all about Maven and how she was practically his little sister. They laughed. They drank. They had a blast. 
The boys noticed Levi was a little on edge occasionally, typically when they heard someone shuffling upstairs or equipment moving around in the backroom of the shop. They assumed it was Maven but weren’t sure, since they had yet to see her in the flesh. A week from their arrival they were all sitting in lawn chairs in the alley behind the store, smoking cigs and drinking their coffee when Sam finally asked. 
“So, why haven’t we met your precious Maven yet? Hiding her from us or something?” 
Levi shifted a bit in his chair. “Um..” he coughed out a laugh. “I am actually. Yes. But it’s the other way around, I’m hiding you from her.” 
“Afraid she’ll fan-girl or something?” Josh commented as he ashed his cigarette.  
“In… a sense.” Levi coughed. “But in quite the opposite way you’re imagining.” 
“She’s a fan then?” Sammy piped up.
“She loves your music. A lot.” Levi sniffed and coughed again. “It’s a real safe haven for her. When she’s having a bad day I catch her upstairs laying on the floor smoking a J with sound cancelling headphones blasting your albums as loud as she can.” 
“Exactly how it’s meant to be enjoyed. With a joint in hand.” Jake chimes in.  
“Yeah..” Levi toes the asphalt a bit with his boots, but doesn’t continue.
“Soooo” Sammy drawls “Why can’t we meet her? We’re no stranger to super fans. I’m sure she’s cool.” 
“Um, well. It’s a bit complicated.” Levi heaves a sigh before flicking his cigarette butt into the coffee canister at the center of their little circle. “I suppose I can trust you guys. You’re friends. Do you remember the huge lawsuit that the band Undercover Heart went through last year? The one about the um” He coughs again, “Rape of one of their staff members by the lead singer Ryan?” 
“Yes. That shit was horrific man.” Danny spoke up. “I read all the details I could. They kept the poor girl's identity private but goddamn I felt so bad for her. She was a badass for filing that suit though.” 
“Yeah. She was.” Levi breathed. “So, this is strictly off record and if you repeat this to anyone I will skin you all alive, famous rock stars be damned.” 
“Jesus Levi.” Jake said. 
“It was her.” Levi choked out. “Maven. That’s why she ran back from Hollywood and ended up here. That dude messed her up and she just… she struggles with meeting famous bands now. You know how many people cycle through this joint writing stuff. She just… has a really fuckin hard time with it sometimes. Particularly bands she likes. I think it’s because once you meet someone, and in her case, discover how much of a monster they can be, their music isn’t… safe anymore.” 
“Fuck.” Jake said, flicking his cigarette into the canister. 
“Well I feel terrible for joking about her being a fangirl.” Josh mutters. 
“She just genuinely loves you guys a lot. I never really told her I was an old friend because I didn’t want her to be worried about y’all stopping by. I just know that if she knows you’re here she’ll take off and avoid coming by the shop as much as she can and not only do I need her here, but I think she needs the safety of the shop too. I didn’t want to wreck it.” Levi sighs again. “I know she’ll find out you’re here eventually, it’s inevitable. I just was a coward and didn’t want to break the news to her.” 
“She was a pretty well known band manager wasn’t she?” Danny asks. “She like… completely made Undercover Heart what it was. Before they hired her they were slated to be a one hit wonder but she hauled them into relevancy basically by her will alone.” 
“Yeah. She basically built that man's career for him. She gave him everything, and he took everything from her. If I ever see the man I’m liable to get my ass thrown in prison.” Levi mutters.
“I’ll help.” Danny says immediately. 
All five sit in silence for a few minutes, smoking the last of their cigarettes. When they’d all finished, they stood and stretched to head back inside the shop. 
“So yeah. Anyway, If you see her that’s fine, just… well now you have context for… her.” Levi says as he yanks open the door. 
A few steps into the back hallway, Levi suddenly halts, causing all four boys to nearly bash into each other. The front door to the shop had crashed open and there were footsteps stomping across the store toward the front desk. 
“Listen Levi,” Maven’s tense voice carried down the back hall. “I know Wednesdays are usually your day for music but I’m having an absolute shit fucking day so I’m playing Greta all day and there’s absolutely nothing you can fucking do about it, kapeesh?” 
The very opening chords of Edge of Darkness scratch through the speakers after she finishes her sentence and the boys all exchange a slightly amused look, grins spread on all of their faces. 
“Kapeesh.” Levi calls out to her. He spins and silently nods to the boys to head toward the back door. The boys attempt to be as quiet as they can as they creep toward the door. 
“Also, Levi?” Maven calls again. Everyone halts in their tracks. “You said there was a band coming in soon. Are they here yet? Do you need me to set up the backroom?” 
“Uh, yeah they’re here.” Levi squeaks. All five men share nervous looks. “They’re uh… up at the house.” He cringes at his lie. “I’m getting an equipment list from them today and then you can get started. 
“Cool cool.” Maven calls back. “Do you think I’ll like their stuff?” 
“Uh. Yeah.” Levi grins then. “I think you will.” 
“Wicked.” Maven calls back. 
All five men repress giggles as they skedaddle out the back door and into the alley. 
                                                        ~0~
The next morning the boys wake up to a group text from Levi. 
COME BY THE SHOP ASAP. COME IN BACK DOOR. HEAD DOWN THE STAIRS TO THE BOOTH. BE AS QUIET AS YOU CAN. 
A weird request, but they did as they were told. They all piled into the SUV they had rented and headed to the shop. Danny peeled open the back door as quietly as he could, and Sammy opened the door to the stairs. They tiptoed down and through the door at the end of the stairs that opened into the booth of a sound studio. Levi sat in front of all the mixing boards with a cup of coffee to his lips. He glanced over at them and softly said “coffees on the table.” 
“Why the weird text?” Jake asked. 
“Because of that.” Levi responded softly, pointing through the dark glass into the soundstage. 
The sound stage was littered with mismatched rugs, and a few milk crates that doubled as tables. There was a gorgeous seafoam green drum set toward the back wall and stands full of various guitars and basses. Along the left wall was a piano and a Mellotron set up exactly to the specifications Sam sent over. However, with all these beautiful instruments to look at that would normally catch their eye, it was the woman sitting on stool in the center, cradling a dark purple Fender guitar that made Jake stop in his tracks. 
Maven, Jake had to guess that’s who it was, was wearing checkered distressed pants, with a ripped up old band t-shirt cropped at her ribs, revealing a sliver of the rounded part of her stomach. Over top she was wearing an orange leopard print cardigan that ran down to her thighs. Around her neck was a series of long necklaces, and her wrists were adorned with interlacing leather bands. 
She was plucking out a melody with her eyes closed, rocking back and forth on the stool. Jake had seen countless numbers of people playing the guitar before. On the road, in the studio, studying old masters on YouTube. There was nothing overly special about the way she was sitting or playing, but he felt a little bit like he couldn’t breathe. 
“She never fuckin plays anymore man.” Levi whispered. “It felt like magic hearing music coming out of the basement this morning. I just felt like you should see it.” 
The melody she was playing was sad. Haunting is a better way to put it, and Jake couldn’t look away. Not even when Sammy placed a cup of burning hot coffee into his hands. She was moving her head along with her playing, the strands of her dark messy hair shaking back and forth. The group watched in silence as she played out the riff a few times, Levi cranked the volume of the mics in the space and they could hear her humming softly. 
“She has a strong presence.” Josh murmured. 
Maven suddenly stopped. Everyone froze as she heaved a sigh and stood from the stool to put the guitar back on it’s rack. 
“You in there Levi?” Maven said then. The boys still didn’t move a muscle. Jake’s head was spinning, having finally seen the face that went with the voice he’d heard in the loft for a week. She was beautiful. He couldn’t even really put his finger on why, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Even seeing her through the thick dark glass of the studio. 
Levi hit the button to the mic in the booth and responded “Yah.” He paused before adding. “Sounded good.” 
Maven snorted in a self-deprecating way and said “Thanks.” 
Levi hit the mic button again and said “You should play more.”
“Don’t push it Levi.” Maven snapped back. Levi released the button to his mic and let out a heavy sigh. “Can you check some levels on the lines for me? I think I have everything pretty good but I want to make sure before they get here today.” 
“Sure.” Levi replied. 
Maven pulled the amp cord out of the Fender she had been playing on and plugged it into another guitar, one more similar to the guitars that Jake regularly used while they wrote. 
“Are we looking for a punk or a rock-y sound?” Maven asked. 
“Um.” Levi hesitated. “Rock. Their sound is like…” He tossed a small smile over his shoulder at the boys. “Like Greta’s actually.” 
“Dope. I hope they’re not just copying the boys. They’ve got a mellotron in here and everything.” The boys smiled. She pounded out a few chords on the guitar. “Good?” 
Levi looked over at Jake for confirmation. Jake, who still had not taken his eyes off Maven, nodded. 
“Yeah, that should be good for raw sound. They can play with stuff too. They’re a pretty well educated bunch.” Levi called back.
“Thank god.” Maven snorted. “Not like that indie punk bunch you booked last month who needed me to do fucking all their sound mixing for them.” 
“Maven, I don’t think they kept asking you down here because they need help with their sound.” 
Maven just rolled her eyes at that.  
They repeated the process with each instrument, Levi silently asking for confirmation from the respective Greta member until they were sure the sound lines were all functioning properly. 
“Great work kid.” Levi called into the studio. 
“Ew don’t call me kid. I’m a 27 year old woman.” Maven called back. 
Levi chuckled. “You’re a kid to me.” 
“Whatever.” Maven muttered. “I’m gonna go take a walk along the beach. Smoke a little. Text me if they need me.” 
“Will do.” Levi called back. The boys all tensed, looking for places to hide, or to run up the stairs and back into the alley. Luckily, Maven took the back door out of the studio and up another hallway instead.
“Well boys, it’s all you.” Levi said. “Text if you need anything.” 
Sam piped up and said “Yeah actually, can you pick my brother’s jaw up off the floor?” 
“Jake see pretty lady play guitar and Jake brain break.” Josh teased. 
“You guys suck.” Jake grumbled. 
Levi cackled. “I thought you’d like her.”  
                                                        ~0~
Maven walked along the coast of the bay and absentmindedly smoked a joint. It was an overcast and drizzly day which meant there was no one around, which she preferred anyway. She was feeling on edge. The drizzle was very slowly building a small sheen of water on her arms and hair, but she didn’t mind. The cool water and gentle breeze combination was perfect. 
Maven sat her butt down in the sand and stared out at the waves. She normally wore headphones on her walks, her world was a near constant stream of music, but she had opted for silence today. 
Levi was being weird. He was edgy around her all week, sending her out every morning for tasks and disappearing without saying where he was going around 4:30 every day. She had come to the conclusion that whatever band was in town this week was a pretty big name. Or big enough that he was nervous about her being around them. She sighed. She hated when he tiptoed around her. Maven didn’t blame him. When she first started working at the shop she had had a couple pretty bad PTSD episodes that had scared the shit out of him. She owed him everything for staying with her, talking her down and making sure she was fed and had water when she got into one of her states. 
Levi was her best friend, to put it mildly. He cared for her, kept her safe and in return she busted her ass at his store making sure they had the best products, the best shows and that their artist getaway was something that people would go back and tell their friends about. She loved Levi like an older brother, and he cared for her like his little sister. She would forever be grateful to whatever power in the universe made her stumble into The Edge two years ago. 
She had been high out of her mind, as she had been most days after she came running back to Michigan with her tail between  her legs, and Levi had been struggling with an amp in the shop. She had walked in, spotted his struggle and didn’t even say a word to him, just walked over and fixed the wiring so that it was functional again. Levi had looked up from where he sat on the floor and said “You don’t happen to need a job do you?” 
The rest was essentially history. It only took two months of seeing him every single day, and him not letting her sour moods go by unnoticed, for her to spill her guts over some bourbon one night. About Ryan and Undercover Heart and how badly the whole situation fucked her up. How after she’d recorded her testimony she’d boarded the next flight to Grand Rapids and hightailed it up north. She came crash landing into Traverse City because she’d always loved it as a kid, and figured it would be a great place to start over. The small town she’d grown up in had too many people who knew her. 
He was extra careful with bands for a while. Never letting her be alone in a room with too many male band members, and carefully vetting everyone who came through. Eventually she told him off about treating her like a porcelain doll and he backed down a bit, giving her free reign over lots of the equipment set ups and giving her plenty of hours in the shop by herself. She was happy to do so, so Levi could focus on fixing up the artist house and starting his photography again. 
But he was still very gentle with her sometimes, and she’d always love him for it even when it pissed her the fuck off. 
Once she’d smoked the joint down to the roach, she tucked the end into her pocket. It was sacrilegious to litter near the lake. It was too precious to be fucked with. She meandered back toward the shop. Her plan was to grab her bag and head back to let her Pitbull, Stacy, out for a walk and pee. The girl had been cooped up all morning and Maven felt bad. 
She threw her whole body against the front door, as the latch often stuck, and the loud sound of the chimes clanged in the empty space. She rolled her eyes. Of course Levi left the shop unattended and unlocked. It was Traverse City, no one was gonna rob them, but what if someone wanted to buy something? 
She was humming softly to herself as she made her way around the edge of the counter and plopped down on the stool by the register. She whipped out her phone to ask Levi where he was. She had the message halfway typed when the door behind her, the one that led to the staff restroom, popped open. 
“You know, crime is especially low in this town but that doesn’t mean someone wouldn’t come in here and try to steal your precious coffee maker.” She tossed over her shoulder. 
“Oh.” Was all that came back. It was decidedly not Levi’s voice. Maven spun back quickly. 
“Sorry I…” But that’s as far as she got. She was suddenly face to face with Jake Kizska and all thoughts quickly left her brain. 
They both stared at each other for a long moment. Maven couldn’t quite figure out why he looked just as shocked to see her as she was to see him. He also almost looked afraid for some reason that Maven couldn’t figure out.
He was dressed in an outfit she’d seen him wear plenty of times. A black button up, half unbuttoned, loose fitting light wash jeans and a pair of well worn boots. His wrists were full of bracelets and his hair was longer than the last time she’d seen footage of their concerts, well past his collarbones at this point. 
“Hi.” Jake finally broke the silence. “I’m Jake.” He reached out his hand for a handshake. 
“I know.” Maven replied, and then coughed. Why did you say that you freak? 
Suddenly the front door bell chimed again, and Maven whipped her head to see Levi coming in the front door. She stood abruptly from her stool, skirted around Jake’s outstretched hand, and out from behind the counter. She scooped up her leather satchel on her way. 
She headed straight at Levi. He glanced over his shoulder and saw an apologetic Jake looking forlorn and lowering his hand back to his side. 
“Oh hey Maven-” 
“Hey dumbass, don’t leave the store unattended again. I’m going home to check on Stacy. Probably won’t be back for the rest of the day.” Maven spit as she stormed past him toward the front door. 
“Maven wait-” 
But she was already outside, the hinges bringing the heavy wood crashing back into the frame. The chime of the bells rang through the space. 
“Sorry.” Jake muttered. 
“Not your fault. I knew she’d find out eventually. Right now she’s probably just pissed I didn’t tell her. Which she has every right to be.” Levi sighed. 
After a few more beats of silence Jake spoke again. “Who’s Stacy?” 
Levi huffed a laugh. “That would be her Pitbull.” 
“Oh.” Jake said again. He felt crazy because his brain couldn’t come up with anything else to say. She was prettier up close. She smelled like the Lake and weed and sandalwood. He really wished she’d taken his hand. He shook his head trying to find his brain in it somewhere. 
The other three boys came clambering up the stairs and into the store. They all looked between Levi, who was still standing in the middle of the shop, and Jake behind the counter. 
“Are you two playing freeze tag or something?” Sam quipped. 
“Jake met Maven.” Levi responded. The boys' heads whipped toward Jake. 
“And… I’m guessing it… went well?” Danny questioned.
Levi finally walked back toward the counter. “She left for the day. This is on me. I should have told her y’all were here.” He snagged his keys from below the counter and walked toward the front door to lock up. “I’m closing early, boys. Let’s go get a beer.” 
“Kowabunga baby.” Josh said with a grin.  
                                                     ~0~
Maven sat curled up on her velvet couch, Stacy was her little spoon. There was incense burning, a bottle of wine open on the side table and a lit joint in the ashtray. She had changed into a giant t-shirt and boxer shorts. The soft sounds of John Denver playing off her record player. 
However, none of these things were easing her mind. 
She was pissed, mostly. At herself. At Levi. She was pissed he didn’t tell her they were coming. She was pissed that he felt he couldn’t tell her. She was pissed that she had acted like a freak in front of Jake. 
The anxiety was an endless pit in her stomach. She couldn’t go back there tomorrow. She couldn’t see any of those people. Not when she felt like this. 
She whipped out her phone and quickly shot a message to Levi, before chugging her whole glass of red wine and snagging the joint out of the ashtray. 
                                                        ~0~
Levi’s phone dinged on the table where all of the guys sat drinking beers and chatting. Levi glanced at it and quickly picked it up when he saw her name. 
“It’s Maven.” He said. 
“What did she say?” Jake asked, sitting up a bit in his chair. 
“Fuck.” Levi said, tossing his phone on the table, still unlocked. 
All four boys leaned in to read the screen. 
CASHING IN ALL MY VACATION DAYS. I’LL BE OUT FOR TWO WEEKS. 
“Fuck indeed.” Josh said, pounding back the rest of his beer.
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