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haechvn · 7 days

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Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released.

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

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rashomonss · 2 months

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XV

previous part

taglist: @miridiums-writing, @zerchila, @aeongiies, @xmoogx, @coffeeandtealol, @food-lover9000, @l0diluvs, @vichsy, @valeriele3, @entolomaeden, @acaribeau, @arcayia, @jessiegerl, @capricorn-anon, @crescentworld, @g-l-1-t-c-h-3-r, @chumbinhoeba, @chaos-n-kindness, @strawberryfire17, @zenxvii, @misscaller06, @luminarysol, @simpinginthecorner, @your-next-daydream, @bontensbabygirl, @crxwned-mxnarch, @ibtisam-aran, @mochicurls21, @rxsehxney, @xpixie, @ihatecorns, @hello-gloomy, @lunarloathsome, @crazytacokoala, @levia-chan, @bunny-masks-blog

a/n: hey y'all!! yay i finally updated haha….im so sorry it took so long if you’ve been keeping up with my other posts you’ll know that february was not good to me haha

also i wanted to let y’all know that we’re finally reaching the end of this story!! i plan on only making a few more chapters then i believe that’ll be all!

lastly thanks for all y’all’s patience and continued support I love reading every one of y’all’s comments and theories, it means the world! love y'all ♡

warnings: violence, fighting, angst

express just how you feel, don’t bottle it up anymore

“MC how are you? Even though I previously saw you everyday I’ve missed this you” Diavolo said with a bright smile as you joined him for breakfast. No thanks to Barbatos’ constant pestering.

You gave him a polite smile and nod as a response. It was easy enough to come up with a basic answer that you were fine, even if that wasn’t the case at all.

However as he ranted on about missing you and what activities he’d enjoy doing with you after he finished his paperwork you couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

After all he dislocated your shoulder the other day and now he was acting as if everything was perfectly fine?

Even if it was another version of him it was still him in a sense, which filled you with unease. If that version of him could do something that significant to you without so much as a thought then you had every right to be worried.

Is this how the other version of you felt?

Is that why they hated being touched by any demons?

Another hearty laugh broke out sending a chill down your spine. It reminded you of when he cornered you in the hallway as you tried to escape.

“MC are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look a little pale?”

You went to nod but your body betrayed you. A new wave of nausea washed over you and you felt bile rise up in your throat.

“MC…?” Barbatos questioned as he moved closer to you when you ignored Diavolo’s question.

Your fingers gripped the soft tablecloth as you tried to ground yourself. If anything you refused to lose your stomach in front of them.

Both demons looked at each other worryingly and Barbatos went to place a hand on your shoulder for comfort. Immediately you jolted in response and slapped his hand away as a sensation of fear became present in the pit of your stomach.

You had no idea where it came from, much less why you were scared when the butler reached out to help you. But you did know one thing, you didn’t want anyone touching you.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled.

Your tone of voice startled him and Diavolo but mainly you as well. What was going on with you?

You never acted like this before, even when staying in the other timeline for so long. So why now? Why was everything anyone was doing so triggering you in any sort of way?

“I apologize…I didn't mean to upset you, I only wanted to check if you were okay,” Barbatos replied as he backed off. Even though he didn’t bother showing it, he was clearly worried about your current mental state. It appeared to be out of control ever since you returned. Which was another point he’d have to bring up with him later, since many instructions weren’t followed.

“…I’m…heading back to bed” you replied as you swiftly stood up and made your way to the door.

“But…you just woke up” Diavolo said softly but you were well out of range for his voice to actually reach you.

With a sigh the butler looked to his lord then to the floor. Maybe they weren’t the right demons to welcome you back after being gone for such a decent amount of time. It was better if you were around demons you were used to, ones that were comforting.

So he picked up his D.D.D and quickly called the first demon that came to mind.

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Seven bodies rushed towards you faster than you could process and some large beautiful roses were shoved in your face as you tried to process everything that was going on.

All seven of your demons began talking at once and exclaimed how much they had missed you.

“Oh MC! I can’t believe you’re back, I’ve missed you so so so terribly” Asmo cried as he clung onto your shoulder.

“Hey let go of them!” Mammon yelled in your ear as he tried yanking you away from Asmo.

“Stop pushing” Belphie groaned as he hugged your frame from behind.

“Mammon stop yelling so loudly” Levi shouted out as he was hugging you from the same side Asmo was.

The other three demons who weren’t suffocating you were also arguing with their brother as they clung onto you. Yelling and shouting could be heard from all around you as you stayed in place watching all seven of them yell back and forth like children.

It was too overwhelming. The yelling in your ear, the way one would hold you tighter if they got mad, the way four of them were putting all of their body weight on you was too much for your liking. And the fact the other three were aggravating the four who were holding onto you.

You felt so suffocated.

You were suffocated in your own timeline due to your willingness to indulge all of the seven demons you lived with.

You were suffocated in the other timeline because you decided to show some demons some kindness they hadn’t experienced for a very long time. Look where that got you. A dislocated shoulder and some unresolved issues that you refused to acknowledge.

You were suffocated with the prince and his butler. They always were on some type of schedule, and when you didn’t follow what Diavolo wanted at that very second, you would never hear the end of it from Barbatos.

Why was everyone so demanding?

God forbid you do something for yourself for once.

You struggled in their grip and tried to get their attention to possibly settle down. The constant loud yelling was getting you more agitated by the minute and frankly you were getting a headache.

Just as you were about to speak someone yelled over you and a fight between two of them broke out. Since you were absolutely fed up with it you shouted for all of them to shut up and pushed them off of you.

Each of the seven demons shut their mouth in an instant and the prince and butler looked at you with a worried expression. Due to that being the same tone of voice you used with Barbatos earlier he knew that something was obviously wrong.

Diavolo then spoke up for you as he walked over to the brothers. “Don’t mind them, a lot is on their mind right now especially since they’ve dealt with so much physically and emotionally these past couple days. So please give MC some space to relax”

You in turn shot him a glare. “I’m perfectly fine. However I don’t appreciate it when someone is screaming in my ear and putting all their weight on me while others are fighting in the background like children”

“How about you head back to the House of Lamentation. A lot is on your mind MC, it would do you good to go rest in a place you’re comfortable and familiar with” Barbatos then added trying his best to ease the tension in the room and change the topic as well.

With a nod you departed with the brothers about fifteen minutes later for a silent trip to the House of Lamentation. Each of them were too worried to bother you so they all left you to do your own thing when you all got home.

However Mammon was still going to try to comfort you in his own way.

“Hey MC, ya wanna hang out and watch a movie? I got a few in my room and we can relax” he asked with a soft smile as she walked up behind you.

“Thanks but I’d rather rest right now, maybe later” and before he could even finish you were off.

It was odd, during any other time you would’ve enjoyed hanging out and relaxing in his room like you used to but as of now you really wanted to just be by yourself.

So quietly you made your way to your room and when you opened the door you were absolutely applauded by the way it looked.

Everything was everywhere and the decorations you had of you and your demons were ripped and taken down. Clean clothes were piled onto a chair and your bed was an absolute mess as a few shits and things littered the floor.

However you were too tired to take care of it at the moment. Due to how emotional exhausted you were a nap sounded lovey so you plopped down and in minutes you were out.

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Around late afternoon you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack since you didn’t exactly have much of an appetite after everything that had happened in the past two days. Surprisingly enough two demons were already occupying the kitchen when you arrived, one gossiped and the other listened even though he was believably bored.

“MC” Satan said with a smile, he was very grateful that someone showed up to stop Asmo’s rambling.

With a nod you dug through the fridge and grabbed something to eat and walked over to the two hesitantly.

“What are you both talking about?” You asked after they stayed silent and smiled at you.

Amso was the first to perk up and tell you. “Well we were just talking about some new gossip about this one actor and her husband, some people we know and you…well the other you”

“The other me?” You asked

“Yeah the one you switched with remember.” Satan added.

You nodded and then looked at them before responding. Just how did the other version of you act? Were they like the other Barbatos said? Angry, stubborn, and everything. Did they treat your demons like how they’d treated theirs? So many questions ran through your head at once, but you opted for only asking a basic one.

“So just how was the other version of me?”

“They were a bit intense at first…no I take it back they were really intense at first, but in reality they only wanted one thing in the end then they finally were content” Asmo said as he reapplied some lipstick to his lips.

“Really what did they want?” You asked, now interested in the other versions' motives.

“They just wanted an apology. After Belphie gave them an honest heart to heart in the planetarium they finally calmed down and we were able to be civil with them” Asmo explained.

“Yeah and they even started opening up a bit, although they were exactly like you so learning about what they liked was cute since we already know what you enjoy” Satan added with a smirk.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation they were having with you as you focused on the said “apology” Belphie gave the other version of you.

So it was true and they weren’t lying when they talked to you previously in the attic. Somehow that ticked you off even more.

“Oh yeah and we’re so sorry you had to go through all that crazy timeline stuff dear, I bet it’s been so exhausting huh?” Asmo asked as he rubbed your back.

“Uh huh” you replied and then brushed him off as you excused yourself out of the kitchen without another word, causing the two demons to look at you with a slightly confused expression.

Silently you paced around the house for a bit as you rethought about what the two of them said. With a sigh you ventured into the common room and stared at the fireplace. So you were worth a basic sorry but not one that took responsibility for all the damage they caused you?

It’s not as if their words actually meant anything. Honestly if they had been keen on sweeping the whole incident under the rug then why even offer the other version of you an apology?

They did it to better help them heal?

Bullshit.

What about you?

How come they could do that for anyone else other than you?

When you’ve helped them so much.

Your rage and jealousy had been bubbling up inside you for so long that it finally reached its breaking point.

If anyone was supposed to receive any words or actions of their forgiveness it should’ve been you and you were tired of pretending you didn’t deserve anything less than that.

In a rage you trashed the common room as Asmo and Satan watched in horror since they just happened to walk by.

They rushed to try and stop you but you used your pact to stop them in place as you broke everything in sight. The sound of yelling and glass breaking alerted all the other demons in the house and soon the rest of them watched in awe as you demolished anything in your path.

Mammon ran to you as you ripped the roses they all bought for you and tore them to shreds right in front of them. When he reached you he grabbed you by the arm and you shoved him away and yelled at him in response.

They all just kept getting in your way, it was so unbearable.

As the six demons froze in place due to their activated pacts you picked up one of the large vases Lucifer loved and proceeded to lift it up to throw at them.

“This is all your fault! Look at what you’ve done to me” you screamed out to the six demons standing in front of you. Your cry was not one of just anger, they could sense the sorrow in your voice. The way it cracked and longed to just be healed.

You wanted someone to comfort you and the ability for someone, anyone honestly to just acknowledge what had happened to you. Maybe then if they did you could finally feel like your feelings were valid, rather than unnecessary and pointless.

Fresh tears fueled by pure anger and frustration fell from your eyes as you got ready to swing the vase at the six of them. That was until the youngest brother rushed in front of his brothers and spoke.

“This is my fault MC, please don’t take it out on my brothers” Belphie said as he stepped in front of the six of them, shielding them with his body.

“No it’s not just your fault. It’s all of your faults. Don’t feel too special Belphie, you're not the only one out of your brothers who has tried to kill me.” you spat out.

“Each of you have threatened to end my life at least once ever since I’ve been here, and believe me I haven’t forgotten a single moment of it. Unlike before I continued to ignore what happened just like all of you but I’m fed up now.”

The seven demons looked at themselves then back at you and sighed.

“MC we’re truly sorry, you know we-“ Lucifer began.

“I don’t want your apology. It means nothing to me anymore. Especially since you can go and hand it out to whoever now” you replied swiftly, cutting him off in the process.

“Then if I truly can’t make you believe me I’ll show you.” Belphie then said quickly.

“And how do you expect to do that?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your body.

“Take it out on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of your anger, everything you’ve had building up. Punch me, hit me, choke me, do whatever you need to do so that you don’t have to feel this way. I know my apology means nothing to you, and believe me this is much more selfish of me to ask you to do this but I want to make it up to you MC. Even if you’ll hate me for the rest of your life I want you to get the closure you deserve. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you. For as long as I live”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him in shock. You hadn’t expected him to actually respond like that, much less take responsibility for everything that had happened.

“Belphie-!” Beel began, he was still standing back with the others, but the worried look on his face was apparent as he watched his twin pour his heart out to the person they both cherished.

Belphie shook his head at his twin then looked back towards you. “I promise MC, I’ll show you how much of a better demon I can be. So go ahead”

The six demons behind you watched as you slowly approached the youngest hesitantly. Surprisingly enough he still had the same soft smile on his face as he watched you come closer.

Then you swung.

With a swift punch to the face, right on the nose Belphie stumbled back and grabbed his face as a small drop of blood pooled out.

You swung again.

And again,

And again.

As you watched the youngest fall to the floor you continued. And for some odd reason you didn’t feel bad about how beat up he was beginning to look.

Instead you finally felt a form of closure for the first time.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 9 months

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Lee Know as a Boyfriend

Lee Know has my heart tbh

Man’s is just so ughhh

Anyways… hope y’all enjoy!!

All the love ~ lunar

Despite his tough exterior, I think Lee Know would be a softie when it comes to his partner

He would always be cooking something for you, and it would always be amazing

Rarely, if ever, would he have to worry about you not eating, since he always cooks for you

If he wakes up before you do, he's got breakfast made, as well as a lunch packed for you to take to work

Just wants to take care of his baby, even if he can't physically be there

Asks you to watch Sooni Doongi and Dori while he is on tour

And then gets jealous when he gets back to see that they like you more

But when he catches the four of you napping on the couch together, his heart is beating out of his chest

100% takes a picture and sets it as his lock screen so he can always see that

Spoils you in the most subtle ways

Like he tries to hide the fact that he is spoiling you

Won't admit to it either, not right away at least

“Babe, there's random flowers here, do you know where they came from? “Nope, but they are your favorites, my guess would be someone who really knows and loves you”

Keeps a box under his bed of everything that you have ever given him

From the little napkin notes at coffee shops, to all of the gum wrapper hearts (just an example lol I do this all the time with my gum wrappers)

Looks through the box when he's had a hard day, and he can't go see you

When he's away on tour he's constantly updating you about the most random things

One of his ways of showing that he loves you, telling you everything, no matter how insignificant it may seem

“Baby, I made friends with a stray kitten!”

“Love, I saw a plushie today and it reminded me of you so I bought it”

“y/n, what do you think about giving me swimming lessons?”

“Hey, do you like pudding? I just had some, I can bring you some back?”

Constantly throughout the day sending messages like these

If you are upset or not having a good day, he doesn't need to ask, he just knows

Honestly he knows you better than you know yourself

He also knows what you need most depending on your mood

Angry? He's there to listen to you rant, or he will give you space that you may need

Sad? He's there with your favorite snacks, and arms open wide ready to embrace you

Happy? He's there celebrating with you, either in person, or on the phone

I feel like if he knew that you had something important that he couldn't be there for, he would call when you are done with whatever it is to see how everything went

Overall, he is such a softie for you, and he really is such an amazing boyfriend to you!!!

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togrowoldinv · 10 months

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Mama Nat Masterlist

Hi everyone! I wanted to put my soft mama Nat fics in the same place, so here’s this masterlist.

Find my main masterlist, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, and Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2 here. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates!

I’m also going to include more information about the kiddos below all of the links. Happy reading!

A Few Chicks: Spending the perfect Saturday with Natasha and your kids

Clingy Ali: Your daughter wakes up sick and she clings to Natasha.

Cookie Monster: Morning snuggles with the family

Even Though I’m Leaving: Natasha says goodbye to your daughter before leaving for a mission

Family of Four: A couple of soft moments with Natasha and your daughter after the birth of your son

Gingerbread Houses: You and Natasha start a new holiday tradition with your kids

Golden Egg: Clint invites your family to the farm for an Easter celebration and egg hunt

Her Girls: Nat gets home from a mission and needs some healing snuggles.

Her Greatest Protector: Reader is married to Natasha and they have a daughter together. Your daughter wakes up sick and you’re out of town, but Natasha takes care of her.

Her Hero: When your daughter says she wants to be like Natasha when she grows up, Nat has a hard time believing that’s a good thing. You are there to assure her that it is.

In Her Arms: You’re Nat’s wife and get hurt on a mission that she wasn’t on. She worries about you with your kids and the team as she waits for you to get out of surgery.

In the Dark: When the power goes out, Natasha makes the most of it

Let the Record Show: You and Nat make an important decision about your careers

Like Otters Do: You and Nat celebrate your oldest daughter’s birthday with a day at the zoo.

Mother’s Day: You celebrate Mother’s Day with Natasha

My New Dream: Family movie night!

Safe & Sound: Natasha sings your daughter a lullaby

Snow Day: You and Natasha play with your kids in the snow.

So Loved: You come home from a trip and reunite with your family

Something to Cherish: Natasha always knows how to comfort her daughter.

Storms Rolling In: You have a family tradition when the weather outside gets messy

Stuffed Animal Emergency: When her daughter’s stuffed animal rips, Natasha comes to the rescue

Team Mom: You coach your daughter's softball team and Nat brings the team snacks.

The Best Day: Natasha takes the kids to the park.

The Best Medicine: Natasha comes home from a mission to find you sick with a cold and your daughter worried about you.

The Family Grows: You and Natasha have been fostering two children. You have an important conversation with the oldest one

The Godmother: You and Natasha ask Maria an important question

Through Her Eyes: While tucking your daughter in, Natasha overhears you telling the little girl about her mama’s hero ways

Valedictorian: Your daughter is the valedictorian of her class and the whole team and family watches her graduate

Walks Like a Duck: When you show up at home with ducks, Natasha tries to say you can’t keep them. With the help of the kids, you might just change her mind

Welcome Home: Natasha comes home from a mission to be with her family again

We’ll Have a Little Girl: You and Natasha find out some big news about your baby.

When Did She Grow Up?: You and Nat’s daughter has her first date.

Winning Goal: You and Natasha watch your son play soccer and fluff ensues

You Are My Gift: Natasha and the kids make you a Valentine’s Day breakfast.

Meet the children:

Alianovna Yelena (Ali): Ali is the oldest child. She loves basketball, spending time with Natasha, and is a great student. Ali is your concert buddy and you have so much fun together.

Ivan Steven: Ivan is the second oldest. He plays soccer, basketball, and golf. He loves spending time with Uncle Tony and wants to help protect the world from harm.

Jackson Philip (Jack): Jack is one of newest kids to the family. He was adopted by y’all along with his little sister. Jack plays soccer and basketball. He also spends a lot of time with his uncles, but Sam is his favorite.

Belle Ann: Belle is the second youngest kiddo. She loves princesses and her Aunt Yelena. She’s adopted as well. Belle loves to snuggle and can often be found in Natasha’s office anytime she’s working.

Taylor Rose: Taylor is another new addition to the family. She clings to her brother Jack, but she also warmed up to you quickly. Taylor loves dancing to music and wants to be a ballerina when she grows up.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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A New Name (Helion x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: Daddy Kink

Summary// It slipped out one night after one too many drinks. You didn’t even remember saying it. But Helion knew, he knew and he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it. And a month later while you are begging for him to give you release, he whispers into your ear and lets you know just how much he enjoys it as well.

(I know I kept everyone updated on the hospital situation, but I just wanna apologize again for this fic being late, as well as today’s and possibly tomorrow's. I am doing my best to catch up because I want you guys to enjoy them and don’t wanna let y’all down! Helion is a new character for me, but honestly, he came to me so easily. He is Just a suave, sexy guy who is a king in bed. There’s a reason he’s bagged so many people ;) Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, daddy kink, begging, soft!dom Helion, dirty talk, choking, drunk sex (flashback)

Helion had kept you on the edge of bliss for the last thirty minutes, using his mouth and fingers to torture you to your breaking point. You had lost track of what time it was, the sun high in the sky, as he had kept you in bed since breakfast. He had things that he should be doing but for some reason, he decided that you were more important at the moment, despite having just had his fill the night before.

“My lord, please!” You gasp as he curls his fingers once more, your walls squeezing him tightly. “I don’t think I can do this much longer…”

Your voice was strained and tired but you wanted to do this for him. He was always giving your pleasure, making sure you were taken care of before he took what he wanted, so to see this new, dominant side of him was something that made forbidden fantasies flood your brain.

It also had a name you had been dying to use on the tip of your tongue, but you kept it locked inside.

“My lord?” Helion teased, his arm braced by your head as he watched your face change with every thrust of his fingers. “So polite…such a good girl, hm? You can hold out a little bit longer.”

You weren’t as convinced as your mate was, a teasing smirk on his lips as he brought you to the edge one more time before pulling away. Your mind was ready to turn to mush and as your frustration grew so did the tears in your eyes, one of them falling slowly down your cheek.

He was quick to wipe it away, holding your face gently as he cooed over you. “Oh my poor girl, do you want to cum?” His voice was soft but his eyes were full of laughter like he had a secret that you couldn’t figure out. “I think you know what to say.”

“Please, my lord, my mate. Please let me cum.” You responded immediately, wiggling your hips to try and get his fingers back inside. Helion licked his lips and shook his head at your answer, still rubbing your cheek lovingly as he watched your eyebrows cease in confusion.

“As much as I love your begging…that’s not the name I’m looking for, my sweet.” He explained, those long, thick fingers going back to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. “Do you not remember?”

Wracking your brain you tried to think of what he was talking about, not recalling any mention of a specific name he requested recently. He was usually content with his name, or “my lord”, so you were empty-handed. Helion chuckled, pressing harder against your nub, and bent down to your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, be a good girl for daddy and think really hard.” As soon as he finished his sentence, you let out a loud moan, the drunken memory now sliding into place like a puzzle piece.

TWO WEEKS AGO

It was well after midnight and the two of you were drunk in your giant bathtub, bubbles surrounding you and splashing around as you threw your head back in laughter at your mate.

“You are so drunk.” Helion chuckled, downing the rest of his champagne glass while staring you down with those beautiful, golden eyes. “I thought you could handle your liquor?”

You grinned and finished off your drink as well, moving so that your body was now pressed against his and you were nose to nose. Both of your hands were on his muscular thighs as leverage as you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I can…but maybe I just felt like overindulging for the night.”

A soft purr vibrated his chest as he grasped your chin with two fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you slowly while enjoying the taste of your fruity cocktail still lingering in your mouth. You sighed as your tongue danced with his, one of your hands moving from his leg to his quickly hardening cock.

Helion grinned at your teasing strokes, pulling away and laying his head back against the marble tub. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, feeling like the entire world was in slow motion as you rode the high of your previous drinks and his scent.

When you twisted your wrists at the top, he groaned loudly, eyes closing in bliss as you went from kissing his throat to simple nuzzles. It was domestic and sweet, something that he didn’t know he craved until he met you, and when you swung your leg over his free thigh to start rubbing against him in the water, he knew he would never want anything else but this.

“That’s so good, baby. So good to me.” Helion praised, his hands gripping the sides as you tighten your hold.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You sighed happily. In the heat of the moment, with you chasing your own release and Helion’s, you didn’t even realize what you had said.

But he had heard you. Loud and clear.

His head shot up like you had struck him, looking down at you in shock while you just continued what you were doing. He realized quickly that you were deep in pleasure and hadn’t even processed what just came out of your mouth.

A part of him wanted to call attention to it, to press you and see if this was something you truly were into or if it was just a drunk slip-up. However he didn’t want you to be embarrassed so he decided to approach it differently, treading carefully as he ran a hand down your spine and pulled you closer to his body.

“You’re making daddy feel so good.” He cooed, watching your breath catch in your throat. You moaned a second later at his words, your hips speeding up as well as your hand.

He had never used the name before in bed, not having a lover that had a particular taste for it, but to hear you say it so desperately…it stirred something deep inside of him. It was a name he definitely wanted to use more of.

After a few more whispers of the new pet name, you fell apart in his lap. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him, as Helion followed in your lead and spilled into your hand and the lukewarm water. It made your vision fuzzy and your toes curl, barely able to raise your head as your mate let the water drain and carried the both of you into the bedroom.

As he dried you off and tucked you into the soft sheets, you felt him press a kiss to your temple and whisper, “Daddy’s got you, my sweet.” Before you fell into a deep sleep.

“So you do remember.” Helion grinned, wrapping a hand around your throat and pressing down as your eyes stared at him in awe. “Say it.”

There was a fire in his eyes that had replaced the joyful flecks of gold, his dark skin glowing brightly in the light of your bedroom. He looked ethereal and deadly, an intoxicating mixture that didn’t give you time to be embarrassed by what he was asking of you. He wanted this as much, if not more than you did.

And you would give your daddy anything he wanted.

“Daddy, please make me cum.” You whimpered, your own hands gripping his wrist and forearm tightly. “Please daddy. I’ll be your good girl. Just let me cum.”

You saw the switch flick in his demeanor. He went from your playful, loving mate to a dominant, teasing god in seconds and your body scrambled to keep up when he thrusts the fingers that had been on your clit into your waiting sex without warning.

They were thick inside of you, scissoring and stroking your velvet walls before he started to fuck you roughly with them. It was like going from zero to a hundred, pitiful whines coming out of your mouth as he kissed you harshly, biting down on your lip hard enough for it to swell at the pressure.

“There’s my princess’s manners.” He said, moving his hand from your throat so that he could grab your hair instead to force you to look at him.

“Cum around my fingers. Now.” He ordered, finding the spot inside of you and hitting it with every shove of his hand. Having been kept on the edge for so long, your body had no will to fight, not that you even wanted to. You immediately clamped down on his fingers, squeezing them in a death grip as you came over and over again.

Your eyes glazed over from the pleasure he was giving you, mouth open in a small o as he continued to move inside of you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. Helion’s cock was achingly hard and throbbing, stabbing against your thigh and smearing his precum all over.

“Yes, yes yes!” You chanted, your fingers grasping at his shoulders now as you started to come down from your high. He kissed you again as he finally withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth and smiling when you immediately took them in and licked away all your juices.

“Fuck, I need you Y/N.” Helion cursed, pressing your foreheads together as he grasped his cock and lined it up with your still tender pussy. “Do you think you can take daddy? Hm?”

Despite still reeling from his previous touches you nodded enthusiastically, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes as you begged for him. “I can take it, please, please! I want you so bad…” Your voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, never knowing you could plead for someone like this.

Both of you were finding yourselves in roles that were new but you both took it in stride, letting it take over naturally. He grunted as he shoved his entire length inside, not waiting for you to get comfortable while grabbing onto the headboard above you.

His muscles were taunt and you wanted to lick and bite every inch, your eyes rolling back as he hit deep within you with every thrust. “Fuck, daddy, right there…”

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Helion growled, his hips going forward sharply to enhance his words. You were powerless against his need for you, holding onto his back for dear life as he fucked you like an animal. He hissed when your nails dragged down his back, feeling the welts rising from them. “You’re taking me so well, my sweet.”

You gagged slightly when he used one of his free hands to cup your face and pry your mouth open, sticking his thumb into your mouth. “Do you like when I talk to you like this? When daddy fucks his pretty girl's cunt?” He taunted, smirking as your body and mind melted from his words.

“Mmmm!” You mumbled around his thumb, eyelashes fluttering as his words made the fire in your belly grow into an inferno. He felt you twitch around his dick and moaned, closing his eyes to lose himself in the heat of your sex and the sounds you were making.

Your orgasm started to prick at your spine and though you knew you should tell him, you couldn’t control yourself as you screamed out his name and let his thumb fall out of your mouth. It felt like you were falling into oblivion, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as you soaked the sheets beneath you.

Helion swore and shoved himself as deep as he could go inside you, the headboard creaking underneath his fingers as he emptied his cum into your hole. It was hot inside you and, despite having just came, you immediately shoved a hand down to your cunt and rubbed your clit until another orgasm washed over your body.

“Daddy-” You choked out, rutting your hips to try and get him closer. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on your collarbone while waiting for you to calm down. It was so tempting to continue to fuck you, especially since he was still hard, but you both needed a break.

After a minute he rolled over, letting his cum leak out as he caught his breath with you by his side. It was the best sex you had had to date, your body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. You turned to look at him, smiling at the sheen of sweat that coated his body.

“Are you okay?” You asked, voice hoarse. Helion beamed at the ceiling, grasping your hand and squeezing it. It was a small action but it warmed your heart.

“More than okay.” He replied honestly, turning and resting his hand on his elbow. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded shyly, resting against the pillow as the sun's rays cast across his naked body like a halo. It took your breath away and you wished you could paint him at this moment, to capture his beauty.

“I did…thank you, my love.” You hummed before turning over to get up, gasping when a strong arm pulled you back onto the bed. Helion loomed over you with a devious grin, pinning your arms by your side.

“My love? Have you forgotten already, Y/N?” He scolded, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I’ll just have to add that to your punishment.”

“Punishment?” You squeaked, swallowing the lump in your throat as his eyes raked over your body hungrily.

“Don’t think I forgot that you didn’t ask permission to cum, princess. That’s not what good girls do.” Helion frowned, moving one hand down to cup your soaking, tender sex. “So I need to remind you how to be a good girl for daddy. Understand?”

You blushed and nodded, raising your head just enough to kiss him quickly. “Yes, daddy.”

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moralesmilesanhour · 25 days

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or can u write margo awkwardly admitting to miles she’s a bit weirded out whenever his parents are so nice to each other and her because she’s not used to seeing that, and miles comforting her (and maybe he feels sad for her) about that?

Flowerbyte fluff and angst all in one night golly gee...thanks for requesting!

escape.

“So, Margo,” Jefferson Morales began after saying grace. He dug into the vibrantly orange plate of rice and peas sitting in front of him.

“How’d you and Miles meet? He never told us the specifics.”

Margo’s eyes flickered toward Miles, who gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

Right. The cover story.

This was her first real dinner with the Morales family since being introduced. Usually, Rio would invite her to eat with them just before Miles interrupted and insisted that Margo “had to get home by six o’clock sharp” and ushered her out the door. This time, though, his mom insisted on having dinner early and won the battle.

“We met at one of those Alchemax conventions for, uh…kids in STEM? We had a really nice conversation and exchanged numbers.”

“They still have those?” Rio piped up as she took a seat with her own plate. “We used to beg Miles to sign up his freshman year. I didn’t think he actually went!”

She looked intently at her son as she said, “I keep telling him that it’s a great opportunity to look for internships before college.”

Miles looked up, and mirrored her tight smile.

“And I keep saying that I’ve done enough science internships to get me a job at NASA,” he replied through slightly clenched teeth.

Margo silently toggled her gaze between the two until Jefferson broke the silence with a cough.

“Anyway, you live far off? Miles tells us he doesn’t get to see you very often.”

“Yeah, I’m actually down in Atlanta.”

Technically not a whole lie; her parents were from Georgia, they just didn’t live there anymore.

…Savanna, Georgia.

Rio turned to Margo with wide eyes.

“Wow, that’s far! And you’re able to still keep in touch?”

“I keep saying to Miles, technology’s amazing,” Jeff laughed after taking a sip of water. “A few decades ago, you needed to write down people’s numbers in a little book. Now y’all got text messaging, Instagram, the Facebook–”

“It’s just ‘Facebook’, dad.”

“ –FaceTime, all these ‘faces’!”

Margo giggled at Miles’ weary expression as she shoveled spoonfuls (fork-fuls?) of rice into her mouth, saying nothing of the fact that in her world, half of the things that Jefferson had just listed off had become obsolete. People’s status updates tended to float above their avatar’s heads. Some didn’t even bother to exchange numbers anymore, preferring to ask for usernames instead.

“Margo, sweetie, do you want any fruit juice? I just remembered we still had some in the fridge.”

Before she could reply, Jeff interrupted with a wince.

“Ooh. See, about that…I think I drank the last of it with breakfast this morning.”

Rio sighed and massaged her temples. “Jeff!”

“I didn’t know we were having company!”

“You always finish everything in the fridge before the week’s even over. You eat faster than Miles!”

“Whoah, why am I in it?”

“And I keep telling you to throw the carton away when you’re finished. Nobody in here listens!”

Margo felt a cold sensation in her chest.

She nearly squeezed her eyes shut as the familiar sentence rang through the dining room, her grip on her fork tightening as Jefferson opened his mouth to respond. Miles saw her tense, but couldn’t get her attention. Her eyes were laser-focused on her plate.

“That’s my fault, honey. Tell you what, I’ll do the grocery shopping tomorrow to make up for it. How’s that?”

Like magic, the woman’s face relaxed and melted into a grin.

“You’d better. I want Margo to have a nice time with us before she has to fly back to Atlanta.”

Jeff turned his attention to Margo.

“Y’know, speaking of Atlanta, I got some extended family down in Charleston, just a few hours from y’all. We used to send Miles down there for the summer when he was younger,” he chuckled, “Came back darker than me, and with an accent!”

Margo blinked. The argument was just…over? The speed at which they moved on gave her whiplash.

She quickly forced a polite smile. “Uh, that’s cool.”

Rio chimed in, “We’ve been planning to send him down to P.R. this year instead, pick up some Spanish for a change.”

Miles was in the middle of finishing up his plate, and nearly choked on his rice.

“Mami, I know enough Spanish to get by,” he coughed. “I don’t think that’s–”

“Not the basic Spanish they’re teaching you at school, mijo. When we take you to family reunions, you can barely talk to your cousins!”

“I’m all for it. We got some great pictures from down South when he was eight–”

“O-kay! I think we’re both done with dinner,” Miles shot up and grabbed his now-empty plate, reaching over to take Margo’s as well. “Right, Margo?”

She snapped out of it and stood up herself.

“Oh–um, sure! Lead the way.”

He hastily led her up the stairs as soon as he dropped their plates off in the kitchen sink.

“Come back down to wash those later!”

“Y’all behave up there!”

Miles looked at Margo and rolled his eyes as he opened the door to his room. Margo snorted.

“Nothing’s gonna happen, dad, I promise!”

Miles’ room managed to be full of stuff without feeling cluttered. There were empty crates stacked on top of each other that he used to prop up extra books or comics, but that gave the impression that he had built a neat fort around himself and the crates were mini skyscrapers. He had two huge speakers on either side of his window that he only used when his folks were out, and the soft neo-soul he played surrounded the room with bass and piano like a warm hug. Margo sat down on his bed, sinking into the mattress a little. She had always quietly envied the boy’s ability to create this second home-within-a-home for himself.

The space next to her dipped as Miles laid down and stared up at the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head like he was on vacation.

“Sorry if that was…a lot.”

“It’s fine.”

“My folks actually really like you, you know? That’s why they talk so much.”

Margo’s eyes flickered downward at his grinning face, and she smiled.

“I know.”

“Alright, just making sure. You just looked a little shaky back there, and you’re never that quiet.”

He sat up and narrowed his eyes at her, jokingly placing the back of his hand on her forehead.

“You’re not sick, right? Don’t spread that shit to me, I got a test tomorrow–”

“You play too much,” Margo laughed, shoving his arm. “I’m not sick. Haven’t had a cold in months.”

Miles lowered his hand to rest partially on top of hers.

“So what is it, then?”

She paused, and spent a few silent seconds staring into the boy’s face. His expression sobered, the furrow in his brow a signal that now was not the time to lie.

She tried anyway and said it was “nothing”, knowing that Miles wouldn’t believe her.

There was a strange sort of comfort to be found in the way he leaned in and said–

“Margo.”

“What?”

“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met. Why do you keep doing that?”

Margo shrugged with a lopsided grin. “If at first you don’t succeed, right?”

Miles looked away for a second and kissed his teeth, but Margo could tell he had smiled.

She tapped his chin to gently turn his face back towards her.

“Okay, okay, my bad. I’ll tell you.”

He nodded, “Go ahead.”

“I thought they were gonna fight.”

“...Huh?”

“Your parents. At dinner. I thought they were about to fight, so I braced myself.”

Miles looked even more baffled.

“Over juice?”

“Yeah? But then they just sorta stopped, so I got nervous.”

“I mean,” he shifted uncomfortably, “They fight sometimes, I guess. But they don’t, like…fight fight. Like, they make up after.”

Margo looked down and smiled at her socks. “My folks actually make up sometimes, too. It’s real cute. They sit on the couch and watch old movies together with popcorn, then they share some with me. It’s like a lil’ party for just the three of us.”

Miles chewed on his bottom lip. That was the most she had ever spoken about her parents; the only time he’d heard her mother’s voice was when the woman had yelled something in another room and Margo’s computer picked it up.

“So what do you do when they don’t? Make up, I mean.”

Margo hummed in consideration, kicking her feet back and forth before turning to Miles.

“Now I come here, I guess.”

This gave Miles pause. He remembered the first time he snuck out of the house - before he could climb walls. It wasn't to go to any parties, or to escape getting grounded.

He went out just to draw. To get a breath of fresh air without a pair of eyes looking over his shoulder, even admiring ones.

Whenever he got asked too many questions about his grades, or the music filtering through his headphones wasn’t enough, his room felt more like an enclosure that he needed to escape. It got smaller with every inch that his bed shrunk, until his feet were touching the edge.

But this little box of a room was now Margo’s escape. And Miles wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

He nodded slowly. “That’s good. My mom needs an excuse to make arroz con dulce for somebody, so…”

Margo laughed, “I’m always happy to taste test for her.”

“I’ll make sure to tell her that.”

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A Worthy Grave - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - The Dead Become the Emperors of Memory

Pairing: Federal Agent!Ari Levinson x Witch!Reader

Masterlist; Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Pairing: Federal Agent!Ari Levinson x Witch!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS STILL A HORROR FIC; A Whole Lot of Body Horror; Blood and Gore; Harm to an Animal; Gruesome Murder; Religious Iconography; Straight up Heresy; Christ Imagery; Gruesome Descriptions of Organs; Ghosts; Ghouls; Violence Against Women; Discussion of Grief; Witchcraft; Blood; I Cannot Articulate Enough That This is a HORROR Fic; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat; Seriously so so dead, HEED THE WARNINGS

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Chapter Summary: Death was not supposed to visit you in the one place you spent your day speakin’ for it, carvin’ answers out of flesh and bone.

Notes: So yes it took me 84 years to update and I'm SORRY. Please take this update as an apology. (also yes this was on Ao3 ages ago… depression’s a bitch, y’all.)

I cannot emphasize enough that this is a horror fic so things are going to get gory going forward. PLEASE read at your own discretion, I'm begging you.

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The next morning comes with lab results and Ari Levinson bringing you coffee, bright and early.

Good coffee, too, which you note with amusement the moment you take a sip, You convince Janice to upgrade the beans?

Pretty sure she’d tell me asking wasn’t even on the budget. I went to Jed’s.

You go to his restaurant or his house?

You’re teasing him — which you’ll admit is new for you, especially with Ari fuckin’ Levinson standin’ in front of you, sipping coffee and enjoying one of Jed’s famous breakfast sandwhiches — but considerin’ your couch an’ the fact that he slept on it night before last, it’s not like you’re unjustified, is it? A fact which he, to his credit, takes in stride, taking a smug sip of coffee — if such a thing were possible, it would be Levinson to pull it off — and shrugging, Showin’ up unannounced at the ass-crack of dawn’s a privilege I reserve for you, Doc.

You roll your eyes, hide your smile behind the lip of your coffee cup, Just cuz you spent the night on my couch don’t mean I’m gonna be any nicer to you, Levinson.

Shit, Doc, you start bein’ nice to me and I might swoon here and now.

You’d refuse to admit it if he or anyone else asked you to, but that makes you laugh, hidden behind a huff that could be annoyance or amusement, Hope you ain’t expectin’ me to catch you, Levinson.

I learned my lesson last time the Chief tried makin’ us do trust exercises.

Not my fault you didn’t warn me.

He shrugs, you roll your eyes, turning back to the computer as it dings with a message for you to review, You better have ordered me a sandwich too, or I’m bannin’ you from my biscuits for the foreseeable future.

That’s for you to find out in the lunchroom, Doc.

Where the hell’s your apple butter?

In a twist of fate you will not be thankin’ anyone for — least of all Ari Levinson — there is a sandwich waiting for you in the breakroom fridge, labeled and everythin’. You pop it into the toaster oven like you always do with Jed’s takeaway, pouring yourself a glass of sweet tea and taking the time you deserve for yourself an’ your lunch break, having taken great care to make sure there’s not an ounce of paperwork or results to review while you sip tea an’ enjoy a meal to the sound of blessed silence.

Most of the office would be done with their lunches by now, or eatin’ at their desks to avoid traffic in the break room. ‘Course, with your lab, the idea of eatin’ a meal with a frozen corpse in the next room waitin’ for you to finish rummagin’ around in its guts did not whet the appetite.

Least the break room don’t smell like formaldehyde all the time.

So you take your vigil here, disappearing into your thoughts and the quiet joy of pastrami on rye.

Until Ari Levinson, like a bloodhound sensin’ the exact moment you find silence in your life and choosin’ to hunt it down, comes strollin’ in, See you found the sandwich, Doc.

You might’ve been grateful you’d already finished your meal, just sippin’ tea by the time he came by, but you’re already missin’ silence and there’s a good fifteen minutes left before you need to clock back in an’ pretend you’re comfortable ‘round grieving parents, so you’d thank him to forgive you for lookin’ like he made you swallow a lemon. Whole. You bribin’ me with a sandwich to keep talkin’ to you, Levinson?

Is it working?

You open your mouth, poised to continue the time-honored tradition of tradin’ barbs with him, sarcastic quip ready to fly from your tongue, when you see her. Standin’ there in all her spectral glory, mouth open wide in a static scream of horror an’ fury, a livid necklace of purple bruises blooming around her throat, hollow eyes trained on you.

And Ari Levinson, goddamn him and his goddamn training, notices. Notices. Watches you. Makes silent note of how your mouth snaps shut, how your lips fold into a grim line and follows the trajectory of your gaze with a turn of his head, watchin’ the hallway behind him.

Hey Doc, he calls back to you, voice as level as he can probably manage it.

Yeah? You make a valiant effort at doing the same, refusin’ to take your eyes off the specter once known as Jane Doe #117.

I’m assuming you see her?

Sure do, Levinson.

There’s a pause, a moment, Ari’s hands slowly reaching for the gun at his holster and you slowly reaching a hand out to stop him, ears ringing as you try to make sense of the radio static pouring from that endless scream, your daddy’s lessons servin’ you well. Run.

A beat.

Then—Levinson, I need you to get security over to the lab.

The look he fires back at you is pure confusion, hand still poised over his gun and you know in your bones the only reason Jane Doe #117 hasn’t moved is cuz you’ve got eyes on her right now.

Bad deaths. The humanity is rotting out of her by the second, an’ no amount of cornbread offerings an’ promises to do our best are gonna keep her from lashin’ out at the humanity she’s lost, not ‘til the person who took it from her is found and named. Named for her to haunt until they too, turn to rot.

But you don’t got time to think about that right now, not when Ari’s already arguing with you ‘bout leavin’ you alone with an eyeless, bloodless, ghost. Or haint, you ain’t sure what he’ll call it—Doc, I know—

I know I didn’t stutter, Levinson. Security. Lab. Now.

It’s already too late.

Jon Doe #43 is less pleasant lookin’ than the girl whose ID he had hidden inside his flayed jaw — the girl whose radio static warning is still ringing in your ears as you take in the sight of him now, lookin’ leagues worse than he did the first time he showed up on your doorstep… two nights ago.

How quickly things move.

Ari swears low under his breath behind you, both of you frozen in place and trying to make sense of the tableau before you, the sight of a dead man strung up against the wall, arms outstretched and a crown of broken scalpels forced into the exposed bone of his scalp, head hanging low as if looking down at the figure kneeling at his bloody, skinless feet.

Is that…?

It is.

Something sick rises in your gut as you take a look at the blood-bathed figure kneelin’ before the corpse you know she’d been busy trynna put back together into somethin’ buryable, her gloved hands bound into some bastardization of penitent prayer by a line of what you’re pretty sure is John Doe #47’s own large intestine, havin’ been cleaned out after another one of your techs “recovered” it from the tupperware container it’d been found in when the whole mess’d been discovered.

You can’t see her face — part cuz she’s turned away from you, lookin’ up at that flayed Christ, an’ part cuz of the horned thing resting on her shoulders, a shape you wish you didn’t recognize as you take in the sight of cream-white fur stained with drippin’ viscera — but you suspect you know exactly what kinda expression she’s wearin’ underneath that “mask” forced over her.

Blood for blood.

You made a life of it, death. Cornbread offerin’s like your momma taught you the first time you met one of the wailin’ spirits of the woods ‘round your home, let ‘em gorge themselves on the vitality of food the same way a livin’ bein’ might fuel themselves with the actual thing. Tried to make sense of the static the way your daddy would when he stepped off the pulpit and into the graveyard behind your family home, always hissing warnings to the bein’s beyond to keep away from his family.

You made a life of it.

But just like the mountains, the ones meant to keep you safe if you kept ‘em safe, death was supposed to stay way the hell away from you, was supposed to keep its scythe off you an’ yours until they were good an’ ready to travel through that big black door. That was the promise written all over that big ol’ family Bible you spent your childhood copyin’ so you’d be ready for the world outside your homemade Eden, the one you wielded like shield an’ sword against any manner of haint unwillin’ to recognize the darkness in your own blood.

Death was not supposed to visit you in the one place you spent your day speakin’ for it, carvin’ answers out of flesh and bone, woe to you who rend the flesh.

Your lab is now an active crime scene, casting you out to make your calls to next of kin — you know them, you’ve met her husband ‘bout a half-dozen times this past month alone, bringin’ her lunch when her scatterbrain forgot it, got used to seein’ him lingerin’ sheepishly in the doorway and then hollerin’ for her to come out front an’ give her beau a kiss — and try to get used to sayin’ her name in conjunction with, There’s been… an incident.

You’re no grief counselor.

There’s no training for this, but it ain’t right. It ain’t right for someone who ain’t family to call hers, someone who don’t remember laughin’ at her gettin’ giddy over stomach contents. Someone who don’t understand what it’s like to miss the sound of her hummin’ some pop song you ain’t even heard of—

You holdin’ up alright, Doc?

Ari Levinson makes you jump for the second time in as many days, office phone clatterin’ from your hand as you spin ‘round and try not to let your heart beat out your chest, still too busy overthinkin’ to manage a glare, I’ll be fine. You get the security footage from the lab?

Yeah. Got a couple computer guys on it now, trying to figure out what happened.

Well, you sigh, rubbin’ the bridge of your nose as you lean against a metal countertop, We better hope we find out soon enough, cuz I’m ‘bout three seconds from shakin’ this whole goddamn buildin’ apart lookin’ for someone to pin this shit on.

Ari nods, mouth pressed into a thin line as the silence ‘tween you stretches out, eyes wanderin’ over to the closed-off lab, sanctuary swarmin’ with corpse beetles mournin’ the loss of one of their own as they try an’ find out whodunnit.

You know they won’t, ‘course, but it’s enough to let ‘em try.

You’d never admit it, of course — an’ maybe you’d almost forgotten it by now, those childhood truths givin’ way to the kinda truths you needed to keep your callin’ here in these mountains — but it used to terrify you. An’ why wouldn’t it, all ‘em screamin’ mouths an’ radio-static pleas beggin’ you to make sense of the injustices of the world they’d been cut right out of?

Too much, too much pain, too much horror, too much for a girl of tender years to tolerate hearin’, much less repeatin’ to those still grieving.

Problem with the dead is, well, they’re selfish. Don’t care if you’re barely old enough to understand the meaning of death, still meant to be shielded from those things that should long have left this plane of existence an’ passed through that big black door.

Ari Levinson don’t know none of that terror though, don’t know much more’n what you jammed into his head after blowin’ away another one of your ghosts, but he means well. Stands a little to close behind you like he could just peer ‘round an’ see the way your lips twitch as you swallow down blood an’ bile, holdin’ back the shadows of your daddy’s own temper.

You gonna be alright, Doc?

Ah shit.

You’d rather chew glass than tell him you prolly won’t be, tell him you just lost a girl you loved like your own blood, tell him you got cocky and now the very community you called your home was in danger cuz of it.

But there he is, standing in front of you like a fuckin’ sentinel while he waits for you to give him something back. Assurance, more likely, but as much as you’re used to tellin’ lies an’ keepin’ secrets, there are some falsehoods even yoou can’t keep.

Sure, you finally answer, trying to sound convincing and feeling the hollowness bitter itself on your tongue, I’ll live. Gimme a few hours an’ I’ll have somethin’ to say for her.

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #chris evans #ari levinson imagine #chris evans imagine #chris evans character #a worthy grave

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taccobelle · 1 year

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WELCOME TO MY BOOK CLUB 📚

First rule about The Book Club? talk about The Book Club!

Here in TaccoBelle's book club 📚 is where I will keep a collection of all my favorite recent reads and their authors, in no particular order!

I can't always help in more impactful ways, like commissions, but I can definitely share the content!

if you'd like to join my book club give send an ask! let's make a community of these awesome reads!!

Disclaimer: due to some suspicious and disgusting events happening on this site involving a minor, I feel the obligation to reinforce that most, if not all, of these stories are 18+. They contain content that is NOT suitable for minors, so please do not interact! Mature themes will/may be discussed in these stories that is definitely not appropriate for minors. I do not claim to be the author of any of these works, merely a fan

TaccoBelle's Book Club

The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X Cheerleader!Reader

Author: @radioactiveparker

Summery: Five high school students from different walks of life endure a Saturday detention under a power-hungry principal. Each has a chance to tell his or her story, making the others see them a little differently. And when the day ends, they question whether school will ever be the same. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

What to expect: Enemies to lovers / All Characters Are 18+ / Strong Language / Sex References / Mentions of Abuse (physical and emotional) / Cheating / Bad Relationships / Dysfunctional Families / Arguing / Materialism / Kleptomania / Stereotyping / Sexual Orientations / Drug Use / Mentions of Alcohol / Smoking / Pyromania and Fire / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Social Alienation / Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Use of Y/N (like once or twice) / Eddie is a complete asshole

“A/N: This mini series is set in its own little world, so it does not follow the Stranger Things timeline, and I have taken some creative liberties with most characters. Yes, they are all still in high school (final year and 18+), and yes, some of the events don't match up - just forget everything you knew about Stranger Things, it's easier that way haha.”

My thoughts: I am in absolute love with this series and can’t wait for updates ! I am so obsessed with the Breaksfast Club narrative, the enemies to lovers, the popular girl x school freak. It’s so enticing and I am a sucker for it! But what the author does that I am loving is that they set themselves apart from the original movie, js the interaction of the reader with other characters, I won’t spoil it, but it’s a little heartbreaking 💔 from the little that I have read from the 3 chapters so far, it is great!

Not Very Noble

Author: @allthingsjoeq

Summery: Your kingdom is placed under threat of liquidation, the villagers crying out for help as each day they enter greater poverty. As their princess you have been chosen to amend the broken monarchy, creating a truce between the neighbouring royals, and fulfilling a marriage decided by the King. A low-ranking knight and Princess both from reverse backgrounds thrusted together against choice, they descend into a journey of Hate, Lust and Love all while caught in between a circle of lies.

What to expect: Knight Eddie x Princess Reader Disclaimer: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, eventual fluff, light smut to come. Royal and medieval references but they may not all be 100% accurate.

My thoughts: I have a huge fascination with Medieval things, and think there isn’t nearly enough Eddie Munson Medieval themed AU’s and I think that’s a problem! This in particular is so well written, so beautifully put, it made me weep, and cry like a big baby from reading this, and it’s not even complete yet!!!!!! Y’all KNOW how much I buss down for an Enemies to Lovers trope 😩 I really hope they update this soon because I am patiently waiting 🥹

Not Wholly Evil

Author: @uglypastels

Summary: as the daughter of the Governor, there is quite a heavy prize set on your safe return home, and the captain will not let anything come between him and his bounty.

What to expect: "semi dark fic" - READ the warnings:. (gun/sword)violence. blood. minor character death. allusions to suicide. kidnapping. imprisonment. alcohol. open and deep sea. pirates are pigs: frequent mentions of non-con and allusions to assault, but it does not actually occur. malnourishment. abuse. manhandling.

My thoughts: I LOVE me some pirate au, I think it is so incredibly fitting for Eddie to be set in this role. It is still on-going so it only has 2 chapters, but that was enough to make me sign up for the tag list!! It’s is beautifully written, the descriptions are so good it makes me feel like I am IN the Hellfire ship. Super excited to see where this is take me, and I hope they update it soon because it’s my new obsession!

Turtle dove and the crow

Author: @blue-mossbird

Summary: You’ve known Edward Munson since he moved into the farm next door with his uncle - eight years old, odd, and utterly intriguing to you. For ten years, you’ve known him, and over that time, he’s become your best friend. But now, in the dreamy haze of August heat, you begin to know him in a different way. And in this process of knowing and becoming known, lives will be irrevocably changed.

What to expect: 1940s Farm AU, featuring bsf!neighbor!eddie x fem!reader18+ (minors dni). smut; true love; unexpected pregnancy; angst, angst, angst; parental issues; corporal punishment; scheming, plotting, and betrayal; hurt/comfort; period-typical stigma regarding unwed pregnancy; angst with a happy ending. oral (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

My thoughts: holy shit my dudes, I think I found my new hyper fixation, to add to the list of stories I will check daily for updates! This is only the first episode and it already has me in a death grip 🫥 I am in love with 1940’s due to Bucky Barnes, and mixing Eddie in with that aesthetic threw me for a loop!! This is not the fic for you if you want cannon content, it is clearly set in another world, a different decade, and seems to me like it’s Eddie’s personality adapted for a 1940’s farm boy view, and I think I’m in love. Plus my fantasy of being a southern Belle (that’s my name if you didn’t know) is in an all time high with this. I can already picture all of the angst and all the crying in my bed at 2am this story will bring me, and I’m so excited 🤩

June Baby

Author: @luveline

Summary: you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors

What to expect: teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is Junie’s birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie ends up being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning, etc, tw for not having much money, general loneliness, mentions of a shitty/traumatic pregnancy, general mom struggles :(, slow-burn friends to lovers, you wash Eddie’s hair!!!! this was low-key requested by anon

My thoughts: Honest to god, this is one o the best writing I have ever read on this app. The way Jade uses her words to describe the scenes, ughhhhhhh I can't explain, but Jade writes like a scene of a movie. It does not feel like the supporting characters don't feel like they seize to exist as soon as the main characters move on to a different scene. I love how the supporting characters are all incredibly detailed, feel like real people, and have real people reactions to things; weird, I know, haha. I love how much I adore this story so much. it does not feel like a simple fic, like I would invest in a start-up for this to be published into an actual book. It is so good, so sweet. I absolutely adore this story. It makes my heart do three summersaults per second every time Jade posts a new chapter, the characters have my fucking heart 🥺

Meet The Munsons

Author: @mypoisonedvine

Summary: you were barely acquaintances in high school, but his reputation as a delinquent and freak didn't exactly endear you to him. now he's moving in. at the risk of being too literal: oh, brother.

What to expect: kind of incest, but not really? male masturbation, swearing, mentions/implications of a deceased parent, reader is a tad judgmental but that's what character development is for!

My thoughts: I have read and re-read this story about three times. If I'm not mistaken, this is the only complete one on this list. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! it made me so giddy. a grown woman giggling and kicking my feet like a little girl. I love the evolution of the characters and the way, slowly but surely, their feelings start to slip out, and by the end, you are totally like, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST HOLD HANDS, I BEG OF YOU. Not gonna lie, the "kind of incest" threw me off at first, but then you find out that they aren't actually related in no way possible; the reader's mom marries Uncle Wayne, and they are not raised together, so their not that weird situation of raised like siblings, which would make it really weird when they make out pretty heavily. Can't believe I'm defending incest.

The "Yes" Policy

Author: @pinkrelish

Summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.

What to expect: slow burn, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, flirting, mutual pining, angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, depictions of poverty, sort of grumpy x sunshine, but Eddie's just tired, reader and Eddie are mid-late 20's

My thoughts: This fic singlehandedly made me fall in love with the sunshine x grumpy trope, the thought of Eddie being a girl dad makes my heart double in size. Him being a single dad, Wayne being grandpapi is too cute! them doing their best to provide the best for their little princess, and the relationship between Miss Mouse and Adrie has my heart.

To Have and To Scold

Author: @icallhimjoey

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

What to expect: CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

My thoughts: I don’t usually like reading real person fics, like when the character is actually a real life person, I much prefer a fictional character because otherwise sometimes I get weirded out. That being said, I decided to give this fic a try, and I must say that I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the story. I picked it up and couldn’t put the phone down till I finished! The characters are engaging, and story is so sweet 🫶🏼

Bad Idea

Author: @lunarzstarz

Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…

What to expect: NSFW 18+ minors dni, drugs, first Times, oral (F receiving), fingering, protected sex, nicknames (Princess/Sweetheart), Eddie being a goof but also an asshole (Slightly proofread) Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Virgin!Fem!Reader

My thoughts: smut, plain smut. And I love it. Eddie is kind of a dickhead, not gonna lie, but then he starts to show signs of falling for the reader, regular shmegular lowkey toxic trope, but I love it!!!!

Crayons and Cassettes

Author: @comfort-writing

Summary: You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. She bonds with you instantly, and Eddie is trying not to do the same.

What to expect: his fic will be 18+ in later chapters, so minors DNI! In this chapter, it is mentioned that rumors about Eddie still linger. no use of y/n. I can think of nothing else for this chapter because it’s just an introductory one, but please let me know if I missed anything!

My thoughts: I have not finished this fic yet, but s far it is amazing!! Eddie is so nervous and so sweet, but still nerdy, and charming.

Honey I'm Home

Author: @trashmouth-richie

Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

What to expect: enemies to lovers trope, eventual smut, language, crude behavior, Eddie is a fucking menace.

My thoughts: I honestly fell in love with this story, it is so mysterious, and so touching, funny, endearing, and most of all, a big tease. I fell in love with these characters, and their personalities, how they are together, and how the interact with one another. The idea of an older protective Eddie, that is conflicted with the thoughts of seeing Tooty as a little girl, but now she is a grown woman is mesmerizing to read, and Richie does an amazing job at writing it all so well.

Disjointed

Author: @boomhauer

Summary: Nurse!Reader is reunited with her high school crush in the emergency room. Faced with a lifetime worth of debt, she helps Eddie in the only way she can.

What to expect: Fake marriage. Friends to lovers. Medical trauma. Lemon/Smut. Angst. Slow burn. No Vecna!!

My thoughts: This a new type of fic for me, I had never read anything in the nursing realm, an amazing first! I appreciate the reality of it all, from what I understand the author has personally experienced some of these scenarios, and im guessing has been/is a nurse practitioner, so makes for an extremely believable, and amusing plot!!

Twenty Four Hours

Author: @ghost-proofbaby

What to expect: modern!Eddie Munson x fem!reader, uses female pronouns on occasion. strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni

Summary: in which Eddie Munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty-four hours consecutively together? modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

My Thoughts: I love Enemies to Lovers trope!! This fic is full of stunning writing, amazing visual descriptions of feelings, and hot-ass characters! this made me cry on multiple occasions, in a good way! Though I am a crybaby. Eddie is such a sweetheart in this, and mean in some chapters, but it's all for the feels!!

Smoke Signals

Author: @eddies-house

What to expect: Grumpy!Eddie Munson x shy!reader, uses female pronouns on occasion, strong language, eventual smut, PTSD, trauma, talks about trauma, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, minors dni, set in a town other than Hawkings

Summary: Relocating to the small town of Knife’s Edge in hopes of leaving your old life behind and starting brand new solves all of your problems, right? Wrong. It only creates more and one of them may live right next door. Side effects may include blaring music at 3AM, a scowling neighbor, and one too many shots of tequila on several occasions. (That The Bourbon will not be comping.)

My Thoughts: I love Enemies to Lovers trope! That much isn't any news to you guys! This fic is so lovely written, I love how real the characters feel, and how immersed I was in reading this, I am so related to the character because I too am a crybaby. Eddie is such a sweetheart in this, I just want Bambi to hug and kiss him 🥹, and mean in some chapters, but it isn't in a toxic sort of way.

Begin Again

Author: @abibliophobiaa

What to expect: Eddie’s post-S4 trauma; panic attacks; nightmares; family member loss; grief; alcohol use; mild smut in later chapters, so 18+; additional warnings to be added. Eddie Munson x afab!reader, sunshine!reader x grumpy!eddie vibes

Summary: The year is 1988. After the loss of a beloved family member, you find yourself inheriting an old coffee shop. The quiet bartender at the Hideout across the street just so happens to catch your eye.

My Thoughts: you know that I love sunshine!reader x grumpy!eddie vibes! This fic is so nicely written, It has long chapters which I fiend for, I absolutely adore it when a fic has 20K words in one chapter, it only has 4 of them because it takes place as a chapter for each season, which is generous btw, wish I'd thought of this!

Beast of Burden

Author: @neonghostlights

What to expect: Fuckboy!Werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Eddie gets called a man-whore (not by reader), mates, cussing, mention of almost hitting an animal with your car (doesn't happen but almost does), parental and grandparent death (readers whole family is dead) 18+ only, minors dni

Summary: (doesn't really have a summary, but this post the author made pretty much sums up) "I’m thinking about fuckboy!werewolf Eddie. Let’s say he’s gotten around with every girl in Hawkins because he never thought he’d have a mate. That was until you, a human, showed up and proved him wrong. Now he has to find a way to prove himself to you."

My Thoughts: yeah! fucking sue me, I like werewolf fanfictions! I can't really blame it all on Twilight, except I absolutely will blame it all on Twilight. But I swear this is really cute, and I live for it!

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sweetarethediscords · 10 months

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“Fool Me Once” - Part 5

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

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Katsuki was able to spend the rest of the weekend in seclusion.

The small stash of food he kept in his dorm room mini fridge and the convection cooktop he stored under his bed for the nights the more inept members of his class had cooking duty served him well, allowing him to stay in his little bubble. A bubble where everything was quiet, where he could get lost in books, build that Gundam model his mom bought for him last Christmas. No manga or music though. The manga he read was much too… optimistic, and the music would mean his phone would have to be on.

Maybe for this Christmas he’d ask for a record player. Anything to make cell phones less of a necessary evil than they already were, filled with stupid text messages, and pictures, and status updates, and shame, and guilt.

He couldn’t do anything about the necessary evil known as time, however, but if he ever met someone with a Time Manipulation quirk he’d sure as shit make good friends with them if it meant avoid shit like the long, agonizing walk to Homeroom after shattering one of your best friends’ heart and lying to her about it.

Well not lying, omitting the truth about it.

Going behind her back and manipulating her.

Betraying her and having the gaul to think he did it for her honor.

And then ignore her after the fact because he was too much of a self-loathing selfish prick to take his fucking guilt on the chin.

Maybe he should call out sick. His stomach was starting to cramp.

“Bakubro!” Eijirou called, giving Katsuki a moment of warning before he clapped his hand onto his shoulder. “I thought you died or something! Were you that hung over? The guys and I’ve been texting you like crazy.”

Katsuki glanced over to find the redhead smiling much too tightly, his jaw tense, a vein bulging in the corner of his temple. Ei’s eyes shifted, gesturing over and over again to something just behind them.

Katsuki, against his best interest, looked over his shoulder and found a mound of pink curls and two, watery, black eyes.

“Oh Kitty Kat!” Mina lamented, taking his attention as permission to hug him. “I’m so sorry! You must be so heartbroken!”

Her arms, meant to be comforting, felt like a vice around his waist.

“I’m proud of you for coming out today. And I’m so so so sorry for not checking in on you! I was just so worried about Chako Chip that—

“Don’t worry about it, Pinky,” he patted her hand before peeling her arms off of him. He cleared his throat and asked the question he’d been avoiding. “How’s she holding up?”

Mina pursed her lips into a sour pout. “I was hoping you’d know.”

Katsuki’s chest hurt. “Why the hell would I know?”

“Because both of you have been holed up in your rooms since that night. I figured if y’all weren’t talking to us you’d at least be talking with each other.” She turned to Eijirou and grabbed his arm. “Now I’m really worried, Ei. Chako wasn’t at breakfast this morning. Tsu hasn’t—”

Eijirou took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure she just needs time, babe.” His eyes left her face to look at Katsuki. “You sure you’ve heard nothing?”

“My phone’s been off.” He fished the glorified glass brick out of his pocket. “I could check.”

“Yeah, check it once we get to class, bro.” He grabbed Katsuki’s shoulder again, a slight bit of tension in the hold that only made Katsuki’s stomach cramp more. “Don’t be surprised if you get a bunch of notifs though, we all were trying to get a hold of you.”

Katsuki rolled his shoulder to knock Ei’s hand off. “You could have knocked, ya know? I fucking live next door to you.”

“’Unless you’re dying, I’m dying, or the whole class is fucking dying, don’t fucking knock on my door,’” Ei replied in his best, curmudgeonly impression of the blond. “I didn’t hear you die, and you weren’t responding to texts so—” He shrugged. “I figured you just needed space.”

What I need is for whatever you want me to look at on my phone to not be there, Katsuki thought. Instead he just tsked, and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Right call. I would have blasted your face in.”

The walk down the hall to their homeroom was haunting. Was the hall always this quiet? Did it always echo their footsteps like that? Katsuki’s palms were sweating, his cramping stomach knotting tighter and tighter with each step. The only thing keeping him moving was his own stubbornness and the pair of footsteps trailing right behind him.

He grabbed the door handle, grip a little more crushing than intended, and held his breath as he opened it – not knowing what to find.

They were greeted with laughter. Happy, bubbly laughter.

Much too happy, bubbly laughter from someone who’s heart had been ripped out of her chest just short of 48 hours ago.

Ochako was laughing up a storm with Denki and Hanta, Tsu standing by her side the only ill-fitting piece to the scene with her uneasy smile compared to the wide grins of the others. The uneasy smile drifted towards Mina, froggy eyes pleading in confusion, searching for an answer Katsuki knew Mina couldn’t give.

He couldn’t give it either, unable to help his direct befuddled glare at her as he stepped beside her.

“Hey, Bakugou!” Her chipper disposition hit his chest before rising up to meet his face. “I was hoping you’d show up. You feeling better?”

“Yeah. Cheeks. Doing just peachy.” He scanned her expression, watching carefully for the truth behind that megawatt smile. There was no way she’d recovered that quickly. When her favorite manga ended she was red-eyed and mopey for a full week after. And that series had a happy ending. “And you?”

She shrugged and giggled. A forced giggle. More even and clipped on the edges, that her usual melodic laugh. “Finally got over my headache, thank goodness.” She looked to Denki and Hanta and rolled her eyes. “Remind me never to mix schnapps and vodka again.”

They laughed.

“I’m telling ya ‘Chako you gotta go green with me one day,” Hanta said. “No more hangovers, still having a good time, and it’ll save your liver.”

Ochako giggled again. “Maybe next time.” She turned back to Katsuki. “I wanted to ask if you were feeling up to a spar session tonight.”

“Tonight?” He looked past the bright facade in her eyes and found the pleading. Guilt made his chest ache. “What time?”

“Anytime works for me. Just gotta finish up whatever homework we get assigned today then I’m free as a bird.”

“We got that thing after dinner, Bakubro, remember?” Hanta interjected, pointedly staring at him. This had to be part of whatever bullshit Eijirou was hinting at.

Katsuki groaned. “It ain’t gonna take the whole fucking night, will it?”

“I don’t think so, but ya never know. When us guys get together—”

“How’s seven sound?” He cut him off. He didn’t want to spend anymore time necessary with the fuckers right now. Not when they were the dumbasses that got him into this fucking mess.

Ochako’s smile inched even wider. “Seven sounds, perfect. Meet you at our usual room?”

“Yup.”

The warning bell rang, prompting them to take their seats.The desk behind Katsuki’s remained empty.

Course the nerd wouldn’t show the fuck up. The future number one is probably clutching All Might’s pant leg crying about—

Aizawa entered the room just before the late bell rang, Izuku following behind with his head down before he broke off to take his seat.

Katsuki fought against the urge to trip him, and instead pulled out his phone to keep from giving the nerd the satisfaction of a death glare and turned it on. It shook in his hand violently as he held it hidden under his desk, each pulse of a new notification slicking his palms in more sweat. He wiped his hand on his pants, passing the phone from hand to hand so it wouldn’t slip out and clatter on the floor until the buzzing stopped.

42 notifications. The top message read: “Operation Milo Emergency Meeting. 2nd floor study hall, library north wing. 6pm.”

Fuck.

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

“So,” Hanta said with a heavy sigh. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“Of course it fucking didn’t, numbnuts!” Katsuki roared, voice shaking off the sound proof glass. “Where’s you fucking ‘class unity’ now, huh?!”

“I’m sure it ain’t that bad guys,” Tetsu naively reassured. “I saw Uraraka on my way back from math class. She was smiling!”

“She was smiling, but everyone else isn’t,” Shoto said, pretty boy face drawn into a pretty boy pout. “In all my three years here I’ve never had a quiet meal unless it was after a huge battle. You could hear a pin drop during lunch and dinner.”

“Thanks for stepping up to fight against Midoriya in one v. ones today, Sho,” Ei said. “Last thing we need is Aizawa catching on to what happened.

“Tch. Fucking please. Teach already knows.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest squeezing himself to stave off the growing urge to knock every last one of them’s teeth in. “Wasn’t a coincidence that he and Aizawa came in to home room together, and it wasn’t a fucking coincidence that the nerd wasn’t asked a fucking question during any of our classes.”

“Shit.” Tetsu’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “You think we’re gonna get detention or something?”

“I think Aizawa couldn’t give a rat’s ass so long as this bullshit doesn’t fuck with our studies.”

“And besides,” Shoji added, voice calm and measured. “Outside of the party stuff, if anyone were to be punished it’d be Bakugou.”

Katsuki straightened up, glaring daggers into Shoji’s eyes. “You wanna run that back?”

Shoji was unperturbed by his ire. “Operation Milo was your idea, wasn’t it? You wanted to do something to press the issue.” The unjudging, matter-of-fact way of speaking sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine. “Too much pressure too quickly causes things to break.”

Katsuki ground his teeth. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

“Enough burns to the face have taught us all to leave well enough alone when you’ve set your mind to something.”

“Shoji, dude,” Ei admonished lightly, and placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “We all wanted to do something and your idea—”

Katsuki swatted his hand away. “Don’t try it, Shitty Hair. He’s gotta point.”

A heavy silence lingered as each beat of Katsuki’s heart threatened to cave his chest in.

“So what do we do now?” Shoto asked.

“Fucking nothing,” Katsuki scoffed. “We’ve already shit the bed. No use rolling around in it.”

“Or we could clean the sheets,” Hanta offered. “If Midoriya and Uraraka show everyone that there’s no bad blood between them—”

“But Chako is all smiles.” Tetsu interrupted. “Why would anyone—”

“Because she’s faking it,” Katsuki answered. “If things were good between her and the nerd they’d be talking to each other, eating lunch like usual, goofing around with Glasses… the girls only lunch they had today is proof enough that everything isn’t okay.”

“Well, you’re sparring with her after this, right?” Hanta asked, already knowing the answer. “Talk to her about Midoriya, see if you can—”

“I ain’t seeing shit. I already fucked her up enough.” Katsuki grabbed his gym bag and stood. “I ain’t playing mind games with her.”

“Where are you going?” Shoto asked.

“This conversation is going nowhere. We made this mess, meddling will only spread the shit. Let’s just fucking lie in it and let time work it out.”

He slammed the door behind him as he left, cutting off whatever bullshit excuse they were about to spew next.

Katsuki’s knees gave out just outside the gym, the guilt, the nerves, the self loathing finally getting the better of him. He managed to make it to a nearby tree and leaned his head back up against the trunk as he sat and tried to catch the breath that kept escaping him. Fuck sparring with Cheeks, his heart was racing enough to make up for all the cardio routines he skipped this weekend.

Would telling her make it better? Worse? How fragile was she? She hadn’t texted him this weekend while he was AWOL, so maybe she was holding up better than he realized. Or maybe someone let it slip that he masterminded this whole fiasco, that he Izuku was shopping around with Melissa and the sparring session was a ruse for her to kick his ass.

Honestly he deserved to have his ass kicked, deserved to let the earth swallow him whole and send him down to—

Two small, soft, finger-padded hands clasped the sides of his face, clearing the tears blurring his vision.

When had he started crying?

“Bakugou? Are you alright?” Ochako asked.

He sniffled, blinking his eyes to clear the tears. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” She wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb. “It’s okay if you aren’t.” A sad smile, a true smile curled her lips. “I know I’ve cried so much these past few days my pillow is waterlogged.”

A fresh spring of tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and tutted. “You don’t have to apologize for crying to me. We’ve been through a lot.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Let’s throw it all out on the mat, huh? I’m warning you now though. My hits are really gonna pack a punch.”

~~~~~~~

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‧₊ 002 | GOLDEN

SERIES SUMMARY: The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

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SUMMARY: Your first day, breakfast with a new friend, and the wonderful idea to give children projectile weapons

WARNINGS: Mild language, mention of drugs, “that’s what she said”, weapons (archery bows + arrows), implied/referenced death

A/N: YES. IT IS I, MORI. BACK AT IT AGAIN. This is slightly rushed, but since I actually do want to finish this series relatively quick, here’s another update! I had to do some research for how to write some of the peeps featured in the fic (no spoilers!), what with my general inexperience writing them, but I’m pretty happy with what I’ve done for now! Love y’all (/parasocial)!

Whoever said that you would be fine with managing a cabin all by yourself was a faker and a fraud, because the moment you opened your eyes in the morning, it was to absolute and utter chaos.

As Xisuma had told you during your orientation, and as you’d taken note of during your initial research about Camp Hermity, all five cabins had a sort of mascot-type thing going on with how they were identified. If you were remembering correctly, besides your group there were the Pandas, the Llamas, the Yaks, and the Rabbits; all color coded, naturally. What had initially sparked your interest, however, wasn’t whatever system the camp had in place to sort children- it was the characterization each cabin had.

You liked to think that you were above using stereotypes to judge certain individuals or groups, but you had to admit that what you had heard was scarily similar to reality. The children that had fallen into your care under the name of the Cyan Coyotes were, for lack of a better term, hyper as hell.

At this point, you were considering ordering drug tests for the lot. You couldn’t have been this crazed when you were a kid, right? Your parents would’ve said something about it if you were. It’s just… insane. Someone must’ve replaced your campers’ blood with pure caffeine, because they were more excitable then coked-up squirrels in spring.

For a long time, you’d debated what the most painful or the most difficult thing you’d done was, but there was no contest now- it was this. You were almost in tears trying to choke back your hysterical laughs as you took in the pure chaos that you’d awoken to, wide eyes flickering from the pair of girls who were jumping on one of the top bunks, to the boys who were outright brawling in the middle of their room, to whatever had been tossed up to dangle from the ceiling light.

Each one of them, of course, still in their pajamas.

Their voices were loud, raised, and rang in your ears as they bounced off the walls. If someone told you that there were forty kids in here instead of fifteen, you would’ve believed them.

Of course, you hadn’t even started on the interior of the cabin. It was almost as if every single one of the kids had decided to open their packs and dump the contents onto the floor, strewing clothes, toiletries, and bedding all across the cabin floor. You twitched in place as you watched one of the younger girls run down the aisle and almost trip as her foot caught on a stray suitcase. How in the hell did this happen?

All had been well when you had called lights-out the previous evening, with the children each assigned to their bunk and adequately fed and watered- but somehow, some way, they had managed to completely desecrate the sanctity of their lodgings. Now, as you looked out upon the sea of children that you- not a more experienced counselor, not their parents, you- were in charge of running wild, you were almost impressed.

They hadn’t noticed you were up yet, so you were able to just… watch them. A part of you had thought that since the cabin was divided in half, separating the bunks for the boys and the bunks for the girls, there would’ve been some sort of buffer. Nope! Their energy is infectious all the same.

It was eight in the goddamn morning, however, and the last thing you were going to do was clean all of this stuff up yourself.

“Hey?” you called, but your voice was lost in the din. “Hello?”

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself, and shouted as loud as you could: “Campers!”

Straddling the line between both sides of the cabin, you got a perfect view of both the boys and girls as they all simultaneously froze. Then, as one, they turned towards you, looking for all the world like… well, children- but children who’d been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Well, I was going to say ‘good morning’, but it seems pointless when you guys have obviously been awake for a while.”

The closest kid to you, a little boy who you recognized as Christopher (nine, favorite color is orange, likes spy movies even if you aren’t 100% sure he should be watching them), flushed at your words. Meeting your mild but accusational gaze, he lowered his eyes to the floor, ears flushing red in embarrassment. Most of the other kids looked abashed as well, excluding the few others who only stared you down with all the stubbornness they could muster.

You raised a brow. “Well? Are you going to just sit there and stare at me, or are you going to pick this all up so we can go eat?”

On your life, you had never seen anyone move as fast as those kids did. As they scrambled, you couldn’t help but liken the scene to that one part of Ratatouille when the inspector comes in- scattering all across the room in a mad rush to escape your ire.

“When you’re done, remember to wash up and get changed for the day! I won’t feel sorry for you if you rip your jammies during activity time.”

Idly, you rubbed at the dark circles you knew were beginning to form under your eyes. At this rate, you could only pray that you weren’t going to get a migraine.

The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon when you were finally able to get your cabin in order, a smear of light over the purple shadow of the mountains that bled brightness into the ever-bluing sky and cast the forest, the grass, your eyelashes in lurid paint strokes of gold.

Mist hung heavy in the air, cool against your skin and weighing heavily in your lungs as you breathed it in. It wouldn’t last, not as the day drew on and the heat of the sun eventually scalded it away, but you couldn’t help but bask in the momentary chill. Knowing your schedule, you wouldn’t have long to stay in places that were actually air-conditioned, so you would take what you could get.

Your campers formed a neat, orderly line behind you as you trotted down the packed dirt path through camp, only knocking into one another every third step or so. Feeling curious eyes on your back, you half-turned to meet the gaze of the child in front: Christopher, again.

“What’s up?”

He startled, but recovered quickly, leaning towards you with a curious look in his brown eyes. “What are we having for breakfast?”

Slowing down slightly to allow him to keep pace at your side, you hummed thoughtfully. “I dunno, bud. It changes depending on the day, and there’s quite a variety of foods if I’m recalling correctly, but… ah, I’m pretty sure it was something like oatmeal? I think?”

Christopher’s face screwed up. “Ew. Oatmeal’s gross.”

“Harsh,” you muttered, trying and failing to hide the way the corner of your mouth pulled into a shadow of a smirk. “Have you ever actually eaten it?”

“No.”

You coughed to cover up a laugh, bringing a fist to your mouth. You weren’t able to stop yourself from smiling, though, and the corners of your grin peeked out where your hand wasn’t able to completely hide it. “Oh? Then why do you think it’s gross?”

He stared at you as though you were the most stupid person on the planet. “Because it’s oatmeal, duh.”

True to your word, they were serving oatmeal at the dining hall as well as a varied assortment of cereals. You again had to stifle your giggles as Christopher led a herd of campers right towards the Froot Loops, not even deigning to give the other section of the breakfast bar a glance. The workers stationed there were obviously very familiar with what they were doing, and it didn’t take long for you to be shuttled through the line and spit out into the dining area.

The kids settled easily in their tables under the watchful eye of you and the staff, and only raised a fuss when you went to leave.

“Where are you going?” Cassidy (eleven, favorite color is buttercup yellow- not neon yellow, likes zebras) asked, looking like she might try to snag the hem of your shirt before she thought better. “You’re not gonna leave, right?”

Her question garnered the attention of the rest of your campers, and soon all fifteen pairs of eyes were trained on you. Smiling awkwardly, you waved your hand in a manner that you hoped was reassuring. “Uh, yeah! I’m gonna go eat somewhere else since it’s my breakfast too.”

She frowned. “I thought counselors were supposed to eat with us. That’s what they did at other camps I’ve been to.”

“Well,” you said, wilting slightly under her accusational gaze. “The, uh, the dining hall people will be in charge of watching you when you’re eating, and I’ll come and hang out with you guys for the rest of the day.”

They just stared at you. Menacingly.

“... Sound good?”

After a moment, Cassidy nodded, seeming pleased with how uncomfortable she had made you in under forty seconds. You clenched the food tray held between your hands until your knuckles were considerably whiter. These kids were going to be the death of you.

Taking the time to survey the dining hall, you pondered what to do with your free time. Of course, you could always eat in the dining hall with everyone like a normal person; something that would give you the opportunity to get to know your fellow counselors better. You could see a couple of them crammed into a booth near the back of the cavernous room, chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

You winced. It would be rude to interrupt their conversation, and, to be honest, you didn’t have the confidence to just go up and introduce yourself to what was clearly an established friend group. Spinning in a slow circle, you took in your options. None of the tables occupied with kids were particularly appealing, but as your eyes landed on a set of doors that had been propped open, an idea went off like a firework inside your mind.

Grass crunched under your feet as you stepped outside, curiosity and the need for a brief respite away from everything spurring your exploration of the knolls around camp. It was brighter now, the sun’s heat slowly beginning to seep into the air, and you quietly mourned the loss of early morning.

The dining hall itself was closer to the big house than most of the other camp structures, further up the hill, giving you a perfect view of the campsite as it sprawled out across the clearing. Everything from the cabin grounds, where all five groups lived and ate out of, to the sports field, to the branching hiking trails that led deep into the woods- all of it was laid out before you, scenic in its completion. It was perfect for a mini-picnic.

Sighing heavily as you lowered yourself onto the ground, you propped your breakfast tray up on your knees and finally scrutinized whatever you had thrown onto your plate- things that you had picked out on autopilot because you were more focused on getting your kids through the line and fed.

You had only just taken a bite out of the prepackaged muffin you had snagged when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head and expecting to see, I don’t know, an animal or the wind moving some weeds or something, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you were met with a whole-ass person standing just a little bit aways from you.

How the heck did you not hear them walking over?

He was tall- almost around the same height as Xisuma, if you had to guess. Where the brunette was all broad-shoulders and time-tempered steel, filled with an undeniable presence that drew people towards him like moths to a flame, the man still frozen in front of you exuded a different, but still undeniably similar kind of confidence- like he could weather anything that came his way.

However, that was where the similarities between the two ended.

His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his drab green vest jacket, shoulder slumped almost as thought it took too much energy for him to keep them upright. His lower features were concealed by a black gaiter mask, leaving only a sliver of his face visible.

What caught your eye the most, though, was his hair- pure white and star-like against the lavender sky, fanning out over where it was tied back with a black bandana. Two red eyes, half-lidded, bored unwaveringly into your own, and you suddenly had the overwhelming realization that you were being studied.

“Um, hi?” you tried after a long moment of silence, feeling the tell-tale sign of goosebumps prickling across your skin. “Can I help you?”

He blinked, as though snapping out of some reverie. Coughing, he awkwardly shifted to rub the back of his neck, whatever intense energy had consumed him fading and being replaced with something much calmer. “My bad. I didn’t expect anyone else to be out here, is all.”

A second passed, another, before you got his meaning, eyes widening as embarrassment rippled through your body. “Oh… oh. Geez- I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize this was your spot. I can leave, um, right now, if you want.”

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound, and the heat in your cheeks grew until it was nearly scalding. “Don’t worry about it, ‘ts not like I have a monopoly on the hill. Besides, you’re the newbie, right? I was wondering when I’d get to properly meet you.”

A gesture towards a spot by your side. “Do you mind?”

“N-no, go ahead.”

You turned away from him to hide your slightly flustered expression, only made aware of his proximity by the rustle of his clothes and the warmth that ghosted along your side.

It wasn’t hard for you to figure out that this man had to be another counselor. The way he spoke to you and the language he used was a dead giveaway. Stealing a glance, you were relieved to see that he was no longer focused on you, instead fixated on the horizon. You took another bite out of your muffin to stop yourself from saying anything stupid.

“Etho.”

“What?” your brows furrowed, lashes flickering with movement as your eyes darted back over to him. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“My name, it’s Etho.”

“Oh,” you murmured, feeling a little silly. You introduced yourself to him with a nervous smile. He chuckled again, obviously amused at your embarrassment, and the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin.

“I know who you are. We don’t get a lot of new people around these parts, so you’re quite the talk of the town.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, torn between being flattered that the other counselors were interested in you, and concerned that the other counselors were interested in you. “Uh… thanks? I guess?”

Taking another bite out of your muffin was a tactical decision. For one, it allowed you more time to process the fact that you were apparently a big deal, and for another, it gave you an excuse to not talk.

“What have people been saying about me?” you asked after a few seconds of quiet, mumbling around a mouthful of food.

When he didn’t immediately answer, you turned your curious gaze towards Etho, watching as he scratched at his cheek. The light fanning across his face made it look slightly pinker. “I wouldn’t worry about it. Seems like all good things so far.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Really? Can you think of anything specific?”

His gaze was searing when you met it, heavy like a physical weight, sending warmth flooding through your body.

“Well,” he started slowly. “Xisuma says that you’re nice, but a little, ah- overwhelmed? If that makes sense? Going solo for an entire cabin is a big responsibility, especially when your kids seem a little rowdier than most.”

A huff escaped you, the sound tinged with exhaustion. “You could say that again. You wouldn’t believe the mess I had to make them clean up this morning. Clothes were everywhere.”

Although you couldn’t see it, you could still tell when Etho smirked from the self-satisfaction rolling off him in waves. He winked at you. “That’s what she said.”

A shocked laugh tore itself from your throat. It might’ve been the abrupt break in whatever strange mood you had cultivated, it might’ve been surprise that he’d actually made a sex joke, but just like that, you devolved into giggles.

Etho seemed to be startled by your sudden outburst for a moment, but soon the smooth timbre of his voice joined in as well, albeit quieter than yours.

“I’m sorry, I don’t- I don’t know why that’s funny,” you said, gasping for air in between fits. “It’s only been a day and the kids have broken me.”

“Nah, it’s good,” he said, and you could hear his smile. “You needed a laugh.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, a timer you had set going off, and you rose to your feet, brushing off stray bits of grass and dirt. Time’s up- you had kids to corral. “Well, it was nice to meet you Etho. I guess I’ll be seeing you around, yeah?”

“Likewise, Fresh Meat.”

You groaned. “Fresh Meat? Please tell me that’s not my nickname now.”

“Yep,” Etho replied, perfectly smug.

You froze. You stared. You leaned over, ignoring his surprised intake of breath, and tugged his bandana over his eyes. You made your grand escape.

It wasn’t difficult to find your kids and get them ready for the day. They had already all gone to the bathroom to wash their hands, as well as thrown their leftovers and trash away. Crowding around you, sweet as pie, you wouldn’t have thought they’d been anything but nice- that is, unless you caught the haunted expression on a nearby worker’s face.

There was a slim chance they actually got it, but you tried to non-verbally communicate your apologies to them as best you could. Hopefully, they’d understand. Hopefully, they wouldn’t quit.

Right?

The next thing on the itinerary was something that you had to read twice, something that send dread sparking through your body: archery. You don’t know who, exactly, decided it was a good idea to give children access to long-range projectile weapons, but they clearly had never had to work with them. The gleam in your kids’ eyes when you told them what they’d be doing next… you’d be having nightmares about it.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to be filing any incident reports. With the way things were going, though, you weren’t too sure than everyone would be making it through the summer alive.

The archery plaza was a ways off from where the big house and most of the support buildings were, shaded from the sun underneath the swaying leaves of a copse of trees. The air had heated exponentially since the sun had risen, dampening your breath and hugging your skin like a large, sweltering blanket.

Leading the Coyotes down the packed dirt path towards the blue and white flags that marked the perimeter of the plaza, the sharp green scent of the forest grew more and more prominent. Camp Hermity itself was not particularly large, the entire clearing in which it sat in barely wider across than 2 ½ football fields, and it appeared that archery was situated the furthest away from the main camp hub.

You weren’t alone, though. Another group of kids had already gathered among the benches stationed off to the side of the main range, chattering loudly amongst themselves. Specialized activities like this one in Camp Hermity weren’t something you could do with only one cabin. No- you were paired up, working with two other counselors to control the horde of excited children.

“Alright, Coyotes!” you called, drawing the attention of your cabin. They huddled around you, buzzing with a mix of excitement and curiosity as they stole peeks of the other kids. “We’re going to be doing archery today with the Purple Pandas! It’s gonna be great, we’ll all have fun, and you can go home and brag to your parents that you’re the next Katniss Everdeen.”

Cassidy bounced on the balls of her feet, grinning ferally. Christopher was about to vibrate out of his own skin. Harvey (eleven, favorite color is black, hates celery) cracked his knuckles, a dark gleam in his eye. At the delight in their faces, you allowed your voice to lose some of its lightness.

“I want you to listen very carefully to whatever the instructor tells you, because you guys can seriously injure yourselves and others if you don’t follow the rules. Do you understand?”

Solemnly, they nodded their assent, and you let them take off towards where the Pandas were sitting.

Loosing a breath, you shifted on your heel to scan for any of the other adults in the area- the specialist instructor, maybe even one or both of the Panda’s counselors. You were rewarded for your efforts when you spotted all three of them standing off to the side, talking in hushed voices.

As you neared, one of them, a blonde man with a dark scarf tied around his hair glanced up. His face fell for a moment, clearly confused, before it lit up with recognition. A smirk stretched over his features. “Oh, hey! Newbie!”

The other two jolted at his sudden exclamation, turning to meet you just as you walked up to them. The taller of the two’s brows shot up as soon as he saw you, expression frozen somewhere between intrigue and bewilderment, while the shorter’s face split into a grin so blinding that it almost hurt to look at.

“Hey,” you said, waving only somewhat awkwardly towards them. “Uh, the Coyotes are all here. We got a little bit held up, so sorry for that.”

The blonde grinned. “I’ll cut you some slack ‘cause you’re new, but you won’t get off so easy next time. Name’s Hypno, I’m the archery instructor.”

“And these fine gentlemen,” he continued, throwing an arm around both of the shoulders of the men next to him. “Are Doc and Ren! They’re the counselors working with you today.”

The leftmost man inclined his chin towards you in greeting. You had noticed he was tall, earlier, but this close up you realized just how huge he was, thick muscles straining against the material of his t-shirt. A wild tangle of charcoal brown hair framed his face like a halo- the same exact shade as the stubly beard that clung to his jaw and upper lip.

Doc’s gray eyes gleamed as he shamelessly looked you up and down, the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “A pleasure.”

Caught off guard by his thick German accent, you flustered. Don’t think that it was unpleasant to listen to, no- it was rather… nice.

Somehow, the other, shorter man’s grin widened. Compared to the other counselor, you had to say- the difference was disarming. A Reddish-brown, peach fuzz beginning of a beard covered his cheeks, only just concealing a healing sunburn. His dark hair was pulled away from his face in a low ponytail, baring his earrings, and a red flannel jacket was tied around his hips.

Ren slid the sunglasses that were perched on his nose down dramatically, shooting you a friendly wink. He practically radiated dog-boy energy, and you knew that if he had a tail, it would be wagging madly right about now. “Nice to meet you, my dude!”

Bobbing your head, you swallowed before smiling at the pair tentatively. “Likewise.”

The two stuck by your side as Hypno walked off to effortlessly round up the kids, directing their attention towards the racks of bows and arrows with a kind of seasoned confidence that belied the fact that this was not his first rodeo. You couldn’t help but snort at how they all looked like little ducklings following in his trail, even the most apathetic child showing interest in his words.

“Alright, alright, alright!” he said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s ready to shoot some stuff!”

A chorus of cries answered him, everything from ‘me!’ to ‘I am!’. Hypno’s smirk, which you were quickly coming to realize was basically his default expression, widened. “Then let’s get started.”

The basics, as he explained them to you and the groups, were fairly simple: you get hooked up with one of the archery arm guards, grip the handle of the bow in your left hand using the meat of your thumb, and nock and fire the arrow with your right. Although you tried to pay attention as best you could, it was hard to focus when Doc and Ren began whispering to each other.

You weren’t close enough to pick up the words, the sound of Hypno talking and the ambient noise of the forest covering it up, and you felt a spark of curiosity surge in your stomach. You sidled closer, slightly disappointed when both men broke off their conversation to greet you.

“Already familiar with this stuff?” you asked them, words hushed so you wouldn’t distract from the lesson.

Doc chuckled, baring his teeth in a sharp, white grin. He was so tall that you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze, huffing internally at the pure audacity of his genetics.

“You could say that. We’ve been coming to Hypno’s range for… how many years has it been now?”

“At least two,” Ren added, contemplative. “We’re kind of… Camp Hermity masters.”

You raised a brow with a snort. “What, like jedi?”

Ren looked at you like you had handed him the moon, brown eyes gleaming with a million spiral galaxies. It was almost as if he’d had some grand epiphany, some great revelation, with how his entire frame seemed consumed with pure joy.

“Oh God,” Doc groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and exhaling heavily. He was still smiling though, more amused than annoyed. “You’ve activated his trap card.”

Bewildered, you couldn’t find it in yourself to startle when Ren grabbed you by the shoulders. His gaze was intense behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, and you felt your face begin to prickle with warmth. “It is my most sacred duty to train you in the ways of summer campage young padawan, for I am the most esteemed Hermity master.”

“Oh… no,” you muttered, despite the way your mouth curled at the edges. You shared a look with Doc, finding that the humor in his eyes matched your own.

Ren clenched his fist, monologuing like an actor playing Shakespeare. “You must not fall prey to the tricks of the dark side, my padawan! They don’t even have any good cookies, only oatmeal raisin. If you do, our summer will be doomed, and you will be known as… uncool.”

The both of you just stared at each other for a long, intense moment. Then, you broke out into laughter.

“Damn,” you half-sighed, half-gasped, stepping carefully out of his grip as you fought back more giggles. “That was- that was dramatic.”

Ren beamed, stooping into a stage bow. “Thank you, thank you.”

Hypno’s voice brought you back into reality, the finality of his words clueing you in to the fact that you should probably get back on track right about now.

“Remember everybody,” He said, his tone losing some joviality in favor of becoming more stern. “Never point a loaded bow towards anything you don’t want to shoot, even as a joke. These arrows aren’t sharpened, but they can take someone’s eye out if you aren’t being careful. Okay?”

Your eyebrow twitched. This was why you’d had that mini-pep talk with your cabin.

Which, speaking of your cabin… you were surprised how well they actually did. After Hypno had divided the Pandas and the Coyotes into smaller groups, he allowed them to start cycling through and testing their aim against the many weathered targets that had been set up along the range.

From where you were watching, you were able to see arrow after arrow sink into the inner ring and sometimes even clip the bullseye, a prideful smile playing across your lips. You supposed that all that energy they had gave them an edge over the Pandas, although, when you really studied the group, you conceded that age probably played a factor too.

Doc and Ren went as well- their figures sliding easily into their stances. With the three arrows allotted, Ren got a grand score of 14, while Doc got 18. They both grinned at you as they passed, and you teased them for showing off.

What you weren’t expecting, though, were the little hands that pulled you towards the line, the twin faces of Cassidy and Christopher begging you to try your hand at archery. It was embarrassingly easy for you to give into their puppy-dog eyes, allowing them to strap an arm guard onto you and thrust a bow into your hands

You weren’t prepared for the onslaught of nerves as you stood alone, an arrow held loosely between your fingers, deeply regretting not paying more attention to Hypno’s presentation. Wracking your brain, you tried for the best facsimile of the stance you had seen the children take. Planting your feet firmly in the dirt, you faced the range with a stubborn set to your expression.

Warmth at your back was the only thing that stopped you from firing, and it was a miracle that you didn’t bash your head into Doc’s as he came up from behind you. “You’re doing it wrong. Let me help.”

Grimacing slightly, because what was it with these men and their obsession with scaring you, you still jolted slightly when his hands wrapped around your wrists. His grip was firm but gentle, callouses scraping against your skin, and it took you a moment to realize he had been adjusting your grip on the bow.

“If you do it like that you’re going to hurt yourself,” he muttered, breath brushing against the shell of your ear, and okay- he was way, way too close. You could feel his voice rumbling through his chest and into you as he spoke, goosebumps following in its wake.

What the hell? Is this allowed?

You were pretty sure your eyes were going to pop out of your skull. Doc, the same Doc you had literally met ten minutes ago, had entire chest was now pressed against your back so he could reach your arms. His entire very, very muscular chest.

“Doc-” you started, turning your head to look at his face, but cut yourself off when you realized that your nose was almost brushing his cheek. He hummed, meeting your gaze with a dark gleam in his eye.

You grumbled, recovering quickly. “I don’t need your help, thank you very much. I can score just fine- better than you, actually.”

“Oh?” He quirked a brow, stepping away and jerking his chin towards you. “Then let me see what you can do.”

Breaking away from his gaze and pointedly ignoring the shiver that went through you at the challenge, you fixed your sights firmly on the nearest target. Nocking your bow, it was dead silent as you made your first shot. There was a whistle as the arrow screamed through the air, cutting off with a heavy thunk as it landed right in the innermost blue ring.

You drew again, not letting yourself falter as Hypno called out the score. “6!”

Another breath, keeping your back straight and your knees slightly bent, you fired once more. Another thunk as your arrow sunk into red fabric.

“7!”

This was it. You inhaled sharply, steeling your nerves. Let the last arrow fly, straight and true, until it sunk into thick fabric- obliterating a black dot the size of a pea.

Bullseye.

Amidst the screaming of the Coyotes, Ren’s exuberant cheers, and Hypno’s startled laughing, you locked eyes with Doc again. His brows were raised, mouth slightly parted, and the sensation of victory bubbled through your veins. You didn’t have to hear Hypno’s call for you to know that you had won.

“How’s that for a first try?” you grinned, a little bit feral, a little bit free. Doc shook his head, muttering something in German that sounded a lot like a curse under his breath.

“You are going to be the death of me, liebste.”

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Mini fic???

So I don’t have the time or energy to draw this idea rn because I’m very busy and already working on my lfls comic, so I thought I’d try to write it. My narrative writing is rusty so don’t flame me lol (update: I edited it a bit, just added some details and flourishes)

I really like the Rise Movie AU where future Leo gets through the time portal as well, and interacts with all his brothers again. (So much good angst opportunities!) In this AU, with the help of future Leo and Casey jr, they get the key back seal the Krang instead of Raph being kidnapped. This angsty scene(s?) idea came to me at 4:30 in the morning and I just had to get it down- this is maybe a few weeks post movie where future Leo has moved in with the Rise boys. (I refer to Future Leo as Leonardo, and young Leo as just Leo! Hope that makes it easier!)

I’m no fic writer 👀 but I hope y’all enjoy!

Leonardo ground his teeth. He usually could handle the jabs and the puns, but apparently not today. Of course, Leonardo couldn’t be happier about having this second chance. Where, in this new reality, if he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his alternate brothers run around the lair, it all seemed like a bad dream.

BUT. One thing was getting on his nerves, one thing he hadn’t quite anticipated: himself. Or, his younger self, that is. There was just something about his other self that rubbed him the wrong way.

He wondered if it was because his shorter, louder counterpart was a reminder of everything about himself he had to leave behind. His performative ego, his endless jokes, and the flamboyant flair he used to bring to every conversation- all of it haunting him like the ghost of who he used to be, a reminder that this family wasn’t his family… Or maybe, Leonardo really was more annoying as a kid than he remembered.

But today was already a bad day. He had intended to sleep in, to catch up on a fraction of the years of sleepless nights, but he instead had woken up to angry yelling and shouting. Leonardo nearly had a panic attack. It had all been fine, of course. The Krang were gone, and he knew that, and yet… The reason for the noise had been Mikey arguing with the others over his recent victory in another “all-night-video-game-ultra-mega-championship,” as they called it, and it had apparently been a very close win.

Leonardo had rushed in to see what was going on, weapons drawn, only to be greeted by 3 sleep deprived sore losers, and one very sore winner. “You’re just mad you don’t have my mad skills!” Mikey had taunted gleefully from a pile of cushions, “AND YOU NEVER WILL!!” he giggled, running past Leonardo to run to the kitchen. His other self and the younger Donnie followed swiftly behind, followed by “oh yeah?” and “we’ll see about that, Miguel!”

“You okay there, Leo?” Raph said, snapping him from his thoughts. Leonardo sighed, “Yes, sorry-Raph.” His voice caught on his brother’s name, the syllable catching in his throat. He hadn’t said it in a long time. “You sure? ‘Cause you may be old, but Istill know a sad Leo when I see one. Can’t pull one over on big brother Raph! …Or, I guess… little brother Raph?” He offered, giving a shy smile.” Leonardo let out a small laugh, and his heart twisted. Images of his past flashed through his mind as he remembered his own Raph, and how he too had been focused on others, even while he lay dying. He shook the thought away. “No, buddy. I’m fine, really. Just… getting used to seeing everyone.” The “again” left off of the statement hung heavy in the air, unspoken. “Okay, well, if you need anything, I’m here to talk. We all are.” Raph patted Leonardo’s robotic arm as he, too, moved to the kitchen for breakfast. Leonardo didn’t follow.

With an eventful morning behind him, Leonardo now stood in the training room, blowing off some steam. He had removed his bulky prosthetic, allowing his skin to breath as he went to work on a punching bag. (He also knew that his metallic enhancement packed quite the punch, so to speak, and didn’t want to break their things.) He continued to grind his teeth absent minded, and could hear a quiet purple thought berating him for it, about how there were no dentists, let alone ones mutant dentists, in the wasteland of New York. Other multi-colored jabs and laughs climbed his consciousness like bittersweet cobwebs that couldn’t be cleared. He ignored the thoughts best he could and struck harder. He kicked and punched with his good arm, and finally got a rhythm going when his focus was broken by an all too familiar voice.

“Working on the old 1-2, ey old me?” Leo said, bouncing on his feet and holding up his fists in a faux fight stance.

Leonardo paused. He hadn’t even heard Leo come in the room. Not now, he thought. Please not now.

“or should I say just the 1? Haa! Up top!”

His younger self held up a hand for a high five, but Leonardo just sighed and began to go at the bag again. Leo awkwardly tried to play it off, scooping his hand behind his head. “Sooo,” he began, “what’s been going on in that old nog of ours? Cause I kinda get the feeling somethings up, I mean, you never miss Mikey’s breakfast, but I’m not sure- You’d think I’d be pretty good at reading myself, but I guess I fall a little short,” he said, emphasizing their height difference with another wave of his hand in a mock salute gesture.

Leonardo’s rhythm was fully thrown off now, and sighed as he turned to face himself. “You sure talk with your hands alot,” he said, his one hand on his hip. “Well, sure!” the younger him replied, throwing on his trademark smirk, “guess you kinda don’t though, right?” Leonardo huffed, “look kid, I’m really not in the mood.” He brushed past Leo and stated towards the doorway.

“What, no time for some self love and, one could say, brotherly bonding?” Leo said, his tone full of fake hurt.

“Nope.” Leonardo said, not even turning to face him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Leo turned and realized he had left his replacement appendage on the floor, though now it was haphazardly draped over his other self’s shoulders.

“Please don’t play with that-“ Leonardo began, but he was quickly cut off by his own voice-

“I have to say it is rather disarming to see you without it.”

Leonardo lunged for the arm, but he wasn’t fully used to swift movements without the extra weight, so the spryer Leo easily dodged.

“I got to hand it to you though, it’s a very cool arm.” Another dodge. “Bet it’s good for fighting, too. D’you get it from an arms dealer?” Leo hefted the arm like a bat, the elbow bending and creaking at a tense angle.

“Leo, careful-“ Leo laughed as he, again, dodged under Leonardo’s reaching hand.

“Can it shoot lasers or anything?” He mused, turning it over at an odd angle, and the joint made a painful sound as it jostled. A chill ran through Leonardo, as a phantom pain shoot through his stump, and the memory of impossibly sharp tentacles flooded his thoughts.

“THAT DOES IT-“ Leonardo roared, tackling his younger self, sending the arm clattering to the floor. He pressed Leo into the mat, able to pin him with just one hand. “I’ve had it up to HERE with your nonsense, Leo,” he spit, “I can take a good joke, believe me! I’m YOU, for crying out loud, but you DO. NOT. mess around with and joke about my arm. About everything I sacrificed, about what WE ALL sacrificed! About the last thing Don made for Raph, and the feeling of taking it back, and what I had to…to…” A droplet of wet fell onto his younger face. He was crying. The last time cried was…

He refocused his blurry eyes beneath him. His younger self lay shocked and speechless. He almost looked afraid. Leonardo pulled his arm away, releasing Leo and drawing into a seat on the floor, holding up his head with his hand. “…I’m sorry,” he managed, letting his eyes dry.

“I… no, don’t worry about it.” Leo said quietly, as he stood and gingerly picked up the large prosthetic. He walked it back to where his older self sat, and placed it by his side. “I didn’t realize it was… so important,” he continued, “I actually do think its really cool- but that seems kinda stupid now, huh.”

Leonardo sighed. “We’re both a little stupid, kid.” He said, jostling Leo’s head with his hand, “That’s something about us that doesn’t go away, trust me.” His younger self grinned, “oh darn, there goes my secret dream of overthrowing Donnie!” He said sarcastically, both of them unable to resist a joke even in the midst of an serious conversation.

“Well, some things never change, Lil Leo,” Leonardo said, as he re-attached his link to the past, readjusting its heavy weight. “Some things never change.” Leonardo stood and offered Leo a non-metal hand up. He took it.

“They sure don’t!” Leo smiled, “You hungry? Cause Mikey made way too much mac and cheese again.” Leonardo chuckled, “Of course he did.” A genuine, relaxed smile spread across Leonardo’s face for the first time in since they closed the portal door.

“Of course he did.”

End

It’s a LOT longer than I meant it to be and idk I think the pacing is a bit off, but I wrote and edited it in 3 hours as the sun rose so I can live with that. Let me know your thoughts!!

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 2 years

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Chicago Intelligence Part 10 :)

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Y/N’s POV

You didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep. You were woken up by Maggie gently shaking you awake

You opened your eyes with the sunlight blinding you. You reached out to Maggie and she helped you get up.

“Hey is everything okay” You asked

“Jubal and Tiff and even Scola are here their working on taking care of everything” Maggie said

“What about Omar, is he okay?” You asked.

“He’s good he’s still at the Jail but he’s in protective custody right now” Maggie said

“Has anyone talked to him or at least seen him” You asked

“Jubal has he’s in there with him now he’s not alone okay” Maggie said. Grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Okay good what do we do now” You asked eager to get this whole thing over with.

“First you need to eat okay and relax. There is nothing for you to do now. We're Just waiting for the warrants to come in and then we're going to be handing them out” Maggie said.

“Yeah but there has to be something I can do to help this get along” You asked.

“No Okay there is some food I brought for you so you eat and take care of yourself okay.” Maggie said, smiling at you.

“What about you, where are you going ?” You asked

“I’m going down to meet with the team and help them okay but I promise we will keep you updated every step of the way” Maggie said.

“Thank you Maggie Really for everything” You told her

“Of course we're family I gotta go okay but I’ll see you later” Maggie said giving your hand one last squeeze and then heading out.

You watched her go leaving you alone in the room again. A knot in your stomach was growing and you tried your best to make it go away.

Maggie was right you probably did need to relax today.

Knowing that the past week has been really hard and stressful. You were getting worried about the twins.

Also Knowing that the stress wasn’t going to be good for them. So you decided it was best to take it easy.

You got up and got the breakfast Maggie got you and headed back to the bed. You laid down ate and watched TV.

It felt like the whole week was catching up to you because your body was hurting and it was so sore. Your feet were swollen and it also felt like your whole body was as well.

The hours were just going by so slow. You kept glancing at the door hoping that Omar or someone would just come in.

They would tell you everything was going to be okay. That we could all go back home.

My anxiety was getting the better of me though. I don’t know if it was better to be out in the field or at home worrying.

Suddenly your phone rang you jumped up and looked at it. It was a unknown number with a text telling you to meet them down by a shady part of town. Now a normal person would have said hell no.

But for some reason you had this overwhelming feeling that you should go. So you got up and threw on some casual clothing and headed out.

You debated on texting someone letting them know where you were going but you decided against it.

They would tell you not to go which was the right thing to do but it was a lot harder said than done.

In Chicago there were so many variants that it could have been. If it was back home in NYC then yeah you probably wouldn’t have gone. Which is way crazier when it’s said out loud.

You headed out to the car and made sure you had all your locations on. The nerves were getting the better of you as you could feel yourself shaking.

It felt like it took forever to get there. Which of course it did.

Finally after a while you reached your destination and got out. There was a person in a black SVU who also got out of the car.

You could feel your heart beating out of its chest wondering who it was.

Then out came Hailey and Voight. You don’t know if seeing the two of them was a relief or should you be more worried.

You hesitantly walk over and they meet you in the middle.

“What do you want” You asked

“You know what it is we want” Voight said

“I thought we were family” Hailey said

You didn’t even really saying anything because you don’t even remember the last time you had a full conversation with her.

“Wow really when was the last time we idk hung out or talked” You said

“And not that any of this matters but I didn’t know what where investigating when we came down to look for OA. We were just worried about him.” You said

“Second of all I’m not the one who started any of this. Your not above the law you can’t do whatever you want and think it’s okay” You said

“I don’t have time for this” You said

“To busy serving those warrants” Voight asked.

You just looked at him and laughed.

“You are going to get everything you have coming to you and I can’t wait to watch” You said.

“Really now I like to see you try” Voight said.

“This is not okay things don’t work like this anymore. People need to be held accountable. For what they do.” You said

“What about your dad” Hailey asked

You looked at her and got upset. He didn’t deserve any of this.

“You were the one who brought him into this. Made him turn into something that he never wanted to become” You said

“If you really loved him the way you say you do then turn yourself in don’t let this become something more than it already is” You said

Of course Hailey didn’t say anything. She just looked down at her shoes. You decided this conversation wasn’t going anywhere and it was best to leave.

You turned and walked away getting into your car. You got in and then your phone went off again. This time it was someone you actually wanted it to be.

Omar’s ID lit up the phone and you quickly answered it.

“Hey where are you, are you okay?” You asked super fast.

“Hey slow down okay I’m fine I technically bailed out and I’m back at the office with Jubal were good” Omar said

You took a giant big breath you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulder and chest.

“I’m coming okay I wanna see you” You said

“Okay of course I’ll be here waiting for you okay so please please be safe” OA said

“I will I love you” You said

“I love you more” OA said

You ended the call and made your way over to him. It finally felt like everything was going okay. OA was safe. And all we needed was to finish handing out those warrants.

You made your way down to the FBI field office. You drove faster than you should have if your being honest. But you were in such a rush to get there.

Finally you made your way there and hurried out the car. Basically running up to where he was.

When you got there he was sitting down at desk by himself. He was in his plain clothes. You could see his face and how tired he was.

“Omar” You shouted.

He looked up and smiled at you and stood up and jogged to where you were. He grabbed you in the tightest embrace you just both just sat like that. Enjoying each other’s embrace.

Finally OA let go and he kissed the top of your head. He let go and looked down at you and took a hand and rubbed your belly for a second.

“How are you really okay don’t lie to me” You asked

“Tired but I’m just glad you here and your safe” OA said

“I’m glad your here to. How much longer until this is all over” You asked

“Not to much longer. We just word that Hailey and Voight are back at the unit and Jubal went over there.” OA said

“They made me wait here but It’s Okay I don’t mind I’m here with you” OA said grabbing your hand.

“What about Maggie and Scola , and Tiff are they okay” You asked.

“There good they made some of the lower arrest and now there meeting Jubal down at the district” OA said

“So this is it really I mean were all done” You said

“Were done and we are headed home okay. Tomorrow I promise and we are going to get back on track. We got our babies to be focused on” OA said.

“I agree we also need a long vacation too. I wanna go somewhere warm and swim and have my feet in the sand.” You said laughing.

OA grabbed you and pulled you in as close as he could and looked down and smiled at you.

“Sounds amazing honestly and I wanna see you in a nice bikini you would look so hot” OA said smirking at you.

“Then once we go home your gonna take me away. We got time before the babies come” You said

“It’s done I got you” OA said leaning down and kissing you.

“Here sit down Let me get you something to drink and eat” OA said

You sat down in the seat and then looked up at him and smiled and thanked him and he went off.

You wanted to say you were fine but you know that was his way of showing he cared. That he needed it so you didn’t want to argue with him.

He came back a few minutes later with one of those vending machine sandwiches two of them some chips and drinks.

He sat allt the food down in front of you and then sat down next to you.

You passed out the food evenly and he gave you a confused look on his face.

“Well I sure as hell am not gonna eat all this myself” You said

He laughed and opened up the food and you two started eating together. You both were hella hungry and devoured the food together.

Omar’s phone rang and he picked it up. It was a little hard to follow what was going on because he wasn’t saying much to who ever was on the other line.

He hung up the phone and looked at you and smiled.

“They got them Hailey and Voight. They served the warrants Maggie and Everyone are on the way back here” OA said smiling.

“Thank goddess I am so proud of you. This was all you” You told him.

“No No it was a joint effort” OA said ]

“No don’t do that your the one who came down here your the one who put themselves in danger this was all you.” You said

OA smiled and quietly thanked you he could never openly admit credit for himself. Even when he deserved it.

A little while later the team came back and you both got up and greeted them. Everyone hugged each other.

“Okay everyone I just want to say Good work out there we did good we got what we came for and thanks to OA justice was served” Jubal said.

“No thank you everyone. This was all a team effort I’m glad we can wrap this up and go home” OA said

“Cheers to that. Now let’s go out and celebrate we can finish paper work up back at home” Jubal said.

“You guys go have fun there is someone I want to see before we go home” You said

Everyone nodded and didn’t fight against it. They all knew who you were going to see anyways.

You headed out and made your way down. You thought this victory would make you feel good. But it always hurt when people were left behind to clean up the mess.

You got into your car and drove down. Looking around at the city you grew up in. It no longer was your home anymore. A sad and bitter feeling it was.

You made your way to his apartment building and went up to his unit. You knocked on the door. The nerves were strong and after a few moments your dad opened up the door.

He looked defeated and upset and you couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“You just gonna stand there or are you coming in” Jay asked giving you a smile.

You walked in and he shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He gave you a big hug. And you hugged him back.

“I love you” Jay said

“I love you more” You said

“I don’t think that’s possible” Jay said

You both let go and you looked at him with a look on your face that was confused and upset .

“You don’t hate me” You asked

Jay looked at you taken back at what you had just said.

“I could never hate you ever. I love you more than anyone in this world and what happened wasn’t your fault I don’t blame you one bit” Jay said

“What are you going to do now” You asked.

“I don’t know honestly. But I think I need to take a step back from Intelligence. I was in talks before this about teaching at the academy. Making sure things are taught right the first time.” Jay said

“You would be amazing at that and they would be so lucky to have you” You told him.

“What about Hailey” You asked

“I think I need to move on start fresh. Figure some things out for myself” Jay said

“Your gonna be okay I know it” You said

“Well I got my grandbabies to look forward to” Jay said

“We can’t wait for you to come down and be there and meet them” You said

“I can’t wait either” Jay said.

“How about you stay here tonight we can have dinner and watch movies together just like we used to” Jay asked.

“I would love to” You said.

You made sure to text OA and tell him where you were spending the night at.

You went into your old room and found some old oversized clothes you used to have and changed into. Pulling the bedding off and headed back out.

You both headed to the couch and the two of you spent the time together. It was nice and I think you both needed it before you left.

After dinner and a couple of movies together you both fell asleep on the couch. Proving no matter how old you were you still needed your dad with you.

The morning came and you kinda didn’t want to leave so soon. You felt like this was the worst way to come down and bond but you were glad it had a happy ending with him.

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Four Months Later….

You were back in NYC and things were finally normal again. You and OA went on a trip when you came back. A last minute trip to Mexico for a week and it was amazing. It was like you both needed the moment to gather yourself together.

Not to mention OA looked hella hot in his bathing suit shorts all though. You didn’t see him that much.

Also you came back with a nice surprise. OA had asked you to marry him. And of course you said Yes. You both were over the moon.

You guys has been busy getting the nursery together and nesting really was a thing. Everything was going good.

The twins were healthy and strong. OA was thriving and he was doing a lot better.

The babies were coming soon. You picked out names finally. The boy was named after OA’s day with Joseph as the middle name.

The girl was Named after his Grandmother with Maggie as a middle name.

Jay was doing good to. He left intelligence and became a instructor at the academy. Him and Hailey didn’t last. But he was happy working on himself.

Kevin became the new Leader of Intelligence after passing his detective exam. They got a new guy named Torres to Join at Jay’s recommendation.

Hailey took a deal. She avoided prison time by turning in Voight. She left Chicago and started over somewhere else. Part of you felt bad knowing Voight just brought her down with him.

Jay and Will were coming down in a few weeks in order to be there for you when you gave birth.

Justice was severed that day. No matter how hard it is you always have to do the right thing no matter what.

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la-bruja · 9 months

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He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea

part one (1) of series: Hood's Merry Men

Batman finally pushed him away. Marcus stumbled as he found his footing, already tensed for an attack. The other guys, so calm until now, (they’d talked about this, planned for it,) shifted away as well.

The attack never came. The Bat was gone.

Marcus glanced around, then up at the roof. He couldn’t see anything, but that meant very little in this business, so he decided to risk it. “You ever think, boss, that the kid might not wanna see you?”

A batarang sliced into the stack of crates to Marcus’ left. Welp. That was enough antagonizing for one night.

the darkness that lingers (the fate it brings us) by soyasauce

Incomplete. Two-Shot. 3k+ Words. Last Updated February ‘22. 281 Kudos. Account Locked. Good Parent Bruce Wayne. Eldtrich Bruce Wayne. Meta Bruce Wayne.

Still, these shadows are wrong in a way he can't quite describe. It is ridiculous, because shadows are just that. But they are not the shadows of Gotham, and the way they cling to him feels unsettling, odd.

Sometimes, when he looses focus, he will wake up back in his bed in Gotham. Alfred is never surprised, to see him exiting a bedroom he never entered the previous night, and only invites him to stay for breakfast before he leaves again.

farthest you've ever flown by @applejee

Complete. Three-Shot. 14k+ Words. 5k+ Kudos. Bad Parent Jack Drake. Emotional Abuse. Implied Homophobia. Good Sibling Jason Todd. Enemy to Caretaker. Accidental Brother Acquisition.

When Jack Drake kicks Tim out in a rage, Tim, not wanting to be a bother, tries to make it work without getting the Bats involved. But he can only go so long without being found out, and it’s not Batman that ends up discovering his secret; it’s the Red Hood.

»»———-Good Omens-———-««

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) by @bibliocratic

Complete. One-Shot. 5k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Period Typical Homophobia. Queer Themes. Mutual Pining.

It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.

Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is.

»»———-Boku No Hero Academia-———-««

Victim of Circumstance by @chalcet

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 37k+ Words. Orphaned 6k+ Kudos. Dead Midoriya Inko. Vigilante Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One For All. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku. Homeless Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go To UA. Canon Typical Violence.

So Izuku does what he does best: he helps. Sometimes that means mediating gang disputes; other times, it's something as simple as grocery shopping. It's not like anyone else will, after all. With so many hopes riding on him, there's only ever been one option. Quirk or no Quirk, UA or no UA—he's going to become a hero.

Cat Days by GriffinRose part one (1) of series: Cat Days

Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 124k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Dead Midoriya Inko. Abusive Midoriya Hisashi. Canon-Typical Violence. Parental Aizawa Shouta. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk. Quirk Shenanigans. Kid Midoriya Izuku. Implied Child Abuse. Hurt/Comfort.

Izuku has a shapeshifting quirk. He's not the best at controlling it, especially under stress. So when tragedy strikes and he gets lost in the city, he's stuck as a cat. At least he found a nice underground hero to take him in?

In Which Midoriya Confuses A Lot of People, Starts A Manhunt, and Becomes A Hero by legal_kidnapping

Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 28k+ Words. 27k+ Kudos. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku. Unhinged Midoriya Izuku. Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing. Crack Treated Seriously.

Midoriya needs a new outlet for his hero research and accidentally creates a viral YouTube channel.

You know that thing where an orchestra swaps instruments, and like, some of them get it right away, but others have no clue what they're doing? This is that but with quirks, two unwilling participants, and also Emotions by @the-final-sif part four (4) of series: Nitroglycerin's Parables

Completed. One-Shot. 13k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Hurt/Comfort. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Canon-Typical Violence. Class 1-A Shenanigans. Quirk Swap. Quirk Accident. Quirk Shenanigans. Quirk Side Effects. Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend. Yaoyorozu Momo has Self-Esteem Issues. Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend. Deaf Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki Has Issues. Bakugou Katsuki Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Soft Bakugou Katsuki. Touch-Starved Bakugou Katsuki.

Momo wasn't sure why it came as such a shock to her and her classmates that nitroglycerin was not, in fact, easy to control. The chemical was defined by it's instability, it's ability to go off under near any circumstances, it's powerful blows. And yet, Katsuki had always made it look so simple. He soared through the air like it was nothing, switching between bullet-sized blasts and missile levels of firepower like most people switched channels on TV. Momo had found herself jealous of his quirk at times, unable to help wondering what it would be like to have such power at her fingertips. Good news, she didn't have to wonder anymore. Bad news, it was absolutely terrible.

Truth Effect by AnAroAceGremlin

Completed. One-Shot. 3k+ Words. 6k+ Kudos. BAMF Bakugou Katsuki. BAMF Shinsou Hitoshi. Fluff and Angst. Quirk Discrimination. Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend. Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru. Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug. Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug. Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence.

Truth Effect. Definition: tendency to believe false information to be correct after repeated exposure. Katsuki and Hitoshi have a few things in common. 1) They both have no one to take of them. 2) They have very strong, unique quirks. 3) Both of the above make them prime targets for kidnappings growing up. They think this is normal.

"Average Person Gets Kidnapped 3 Times A Year" Factoid Actually Just Statistical Error by ohshiddlesticks

Completed. Two-Shot. 4k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Fluff and Angst. Crack Treated Seriously. Childhood Friends. Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend.

"Midoriya Izuku just sort of assumed that everyone else got kidnapped at least once a year, and his once-or-twice-a-month ordeals were just a little bit more than normal." Bakugou gets kidnapped, and Izuku is surprised that nobody else knows what to do. It's a normal childhood occurrence, right?

and i'm nothing like you by @aloneintherain

Completed. One-Shot. 9k+ Words. 12k+ Kudos. Hurt/Comfort. Kidnapping. Mind Control. Hurt Midoriya Izuku.

Of all the people to have been kidnapped alongside, it had to be this person, this hero, the one person who would never blame him for the things he was forced to do. “Don’t cry,” Midoriya says. “Fuck you,” Hitoshi chokes out. (When Shinsou goes grocery shopping a few weeks after transferring to Class 2A, Midoriya tags along. Because he is, for some reason, determined to be Shinsou’s friend. Shinsou remains cold and withdrawn in the face of Midoriya’s friendliness—until they’re kidnapped by a woman with a brainwashing quirk who believes Shinsou doesn’t belong in the hero course.)

Izuku Knows Exactly Five Guitar Chords And Uses All Of Them To Torment Bakugou Katsuki by @speedwagons-glorious-mane

Completed. One-Shot. 2k+ Words. 3k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Crack Treated Seriously. Bakugou Katsuki & Consequences. Midoriya Izuku Is In A Shitty Pop Punk Band. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku.

Kacchan's mom has got it going on Katsuki goes ramrod straight as the vocals start. Ears and Shitty Hair are grinning at him but Katsuki is too busy staring at the speaker in disbelief. He'd know that voice anywhere. Bakugou Katsuki listens to the hit new single 'Kacchan's Mom' by Feeling Green for the first time and he is not a fan.

»»———-Crossovers-———-««

emergency exit by @rae-tnub Batman x BNHA.

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 4k+ Words. Last Updated January ‘22. Bakugou Katsuki Centric. Post Sports Festival Arc.

The two thousand, three hundred and sixteenth offer gives him pause.

The seal on the top of the paper is the Justice League’s symbol. Joining the Justice League is the highest honor a hero can receive. Only the best of the best heroes ever get an invite. Those are the heroes called for the biggest things, like alien invasions and major disasters. They’re the representatives of the worldwide hero community to the rest of the world.

He scans the details of the cover letter. It’s as generic and bland as the rest of them—still written in perfect Japanese, though—and it’s from Batman.

memory loss by elijay White Collar x Batman part one (1) of series: because there really isn't enough of Neal Caffrey being one of the Robins in our lives

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 7k+ Words. Last Updated January '21. 2k+ Kudos. Tim Drake-Centric. Tim Drake is Red Robin. Tim Drake is Neal Caffrey. Tim Drake has Amnesia. Tim Drake has Chronic Pain. Jason Todd is Red Hood. Dick Grayson is Nightwing. Neal Caffrey-centric. BAMF Tim Drake. BAMF Neal Caffrey. Identity Reveal.

“And he is Peter…?” “Burke,” Jones fills in. “Peter Burke, white collar crimes unit. Your handler. You… don’t remember, do you?” Neal snorts. “How astute of you, Jones. And I am?” Concern flickers through Diana. “You don’t know?” Neal looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “I know who I am, I want to know who you think I am.” “Neal Caffrey,” she replies confidently. “Con man, forger, world-class thief, now a criminal consultant for the white collar crimes unit of the FBI.” She’s expecting Neal to nod and agree in some way, but instead he snorts again. “What an alias - Neal Caffrey. Tell me, how long has he been with you? And how old is he, again?”

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