#I meant dicks but Ducks are cool as well

[midnight-soulless-system]

I love how obvious it is that you were just scrolling through penis post blogs

oh yeah. I'm gonna keep going lmao.

[makethatelevenrings]

It’s White and Gold // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested: yes!

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: You would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend for the very first time and you needed something formal to wear. Well, fuck.

Part of assassin!verse but can be read alone

“Well, I think the only reasonable solution here is that I go ask Ivy if she can concoct something that will keep me housebound for a week and we have to cancel the date,” you announced from the other side of the curtain. Stephanie booed as Cassandra tossed a shoe at your feet. You emerged from the thick rayon fabric and sent a half-hearted glare at the three women seated in front of you. You spun in a slow circle, your arms extended at your side to show off the dress Cass had picked out. Barbara glanced up from her phone and scrunched her nose up.

“Nah. Too much sequins. That would be so uncomfortable to eat in,” she declared. You dropped your arms to your sides and grimaced. She was right. The little plastic circles dug into your skin and it would be a bitch and a half to move around in.

“Fuck it. I’m staying home,” you declared.

“Who taught her that word?” Damian sighed as he emerged from the racks. “Right. Todd. I don’t know why I even bothered to ask. May I just say, those sequins are awful.”

“Thank you, tiny Tan France,” Stephanie said. “We get it. It’s a bad dress.”

“Sorry, Steph.” You knew she wasn’t taking the criticism to heart even if she had picked the dress. It was just the first time you would be going on a real date with Dick to some high-end Bludhaven restaurant as both a PR opportunity and as a mission. Rumor had it that a certain politician would be present with one of the largest cartel leaders and Dick needed a chance to bug their dinner and gather intel. 

Which meant that you would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend.

Dick Grayson, the son of the Prince of Gotham. The Heartthrob of Bludhaven.

The man who fell asleep into his oatmeal this morning.

“Is it too late for me to fake my death, change my name, and fall off the face of the earth?”

“Been there, done that,” Damian hummed. “Father can’t possibly do even more of that paperwork. It nearly took him out the first time.”

Cass nodded. “No, no. This could work. He ate the last oreos. Go ahead. Fake your death.”

“No one is faking anyone’s death,” Barbara cut in. “Let’s just try a different store.”

You groaned. “This is the fourth store we’ve tried and we have three hours until reservations. I might as well just go in sweats and call it a night.”

Stepping back into the dressing room, you ignored the bickering outside from your entourage and instead focused on stripping off the dress and putting it back on the hanger. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t have any formal wear. You were never assigned jobs where you needed to get dressed up. Your role was always to hide in the shadows, not to be seen. This was the exact opposite of what your training required and it was starting to grate on your nerves. How could you do this?

As if he could sense your frustration, your phone rang from the pile of your belongings tucked on the bench in the dressing room. You picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a small smile crossing your lips as you swiped your thumb across the screen and answered.

“Hi, Buttercup,” Dick greeted. Warmth suffused through your veins at his soft greeting and you ducked your head as heat rose to your face. Fucking hell, you had at least seventeen confirmed kills under your belt and Richard Grayson made you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hey,” you replied. “Are you cool with me wearing a bathrobe and slippers to dinner tonight?”

He laughed and you wished desperately that he was here in this tiny dressing room with you. You wanted to feel his hands enclose around your waist, stroke along your skin, and kiss your temple. You wanted to feel the safety he offered. You had four Batlings sitting on the other side of the flimsy curtain and you had years of training, but you never felt as safe as you did when Dick was near.

“Babe, you could wear one of my old shirts and those cute little shorts you wear and I wouldn’t care. I take it shopping isn’t going well?”

“I didn’t realize Damian religiously watches Queer Eye and Drag Race because you would think I’ve committed the most egregious fashion sins with the options I picked.”

He laughed again and then sighed. “I figured it wasn’t going well since you weren’t home yet. Stop stressing yourself out, baby, I can hear you thinking over the phone. Anything you wear is going to look amazing, okay? Just wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

“But the media…”

“Fuck the paparazzi. Fuck them all. Your comfort is more important than a stupid magazine cover.”

You gave up fighting the grin that spread across your face and shook your head. Holding the phone with one hand, you tugged your pants on with the other. “Okay. We’ll try one more store and if I can’t find anything, I’ll come home and figure it out.”

“Good. I miss you, Buttercup.”

“Miss you too, Westley.”

You hung up so you could pull your shirt over your head (it was actually Dick’s shirt that you had stolen but he wasn’t going to argue) and gathered up your wallet and keys. You emerged from the dressing room to join the others and your little gaggle of Batlings led you to another shop at the mall.

“Wait,” you called once your eyes caught on a mannequin in the window of some store. Steph nearly collided with you when you stopped in the middle of walking. The blonde examined the outfit and a crooked grin spread across her face.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she cooed. “Let’s go try it on.”

Dick kept himself entertained as he waited for you by playing fetch with Haley. Cass and Steph had practically shoved you into the apartment with a bag clutched in your hand, waved at Dick, and disappeared as you darted towards the bedroom before he could say anything. He was glad he already changed into his tux because the clock was inching closer to your reservation time.

The bedroom door creaked with its aged hinges but it was enough to catch his attention. Dick raised his head and promptly lost all ability to breathe, think, and speak. You offered him a shy smile and ran your hands over the soft fabric that clung to your body. A thick strap rested over one shoulder, leaving your neck and arms exposed, and pulled taut across your chest. You had forgone a dress, but the jumpsuit was still formal enough for the restaurant you were attending.

And it was Nightwing blue.

“How does it look?” you asked, your voice quiet with apprehension. Dick sucked in a big gulp of air and he dropped the ball in his hand, sending Haley scrabbling across the wood in pursuit. He rose and crossed the room to stand before you. His hands rose to hover over your hips as his eyes raked over every inch of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. His hands finally came down to settle on your waist and then drifted down to cup the back of your thighs, pulling you into his chest. You laughed at his desperation and eagerness.

“Is that a knife strapped to your thigh?” he murmured against your lips. You fixed the lapels of his suit and smoothed them down, a mischievous smile taking hold of your face.

“Ready to go to work, Mr. Grayson?” you teased.

“I owe Steph my life,” he groaned.

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[yandereducktales]

Hi hope you're doing well, I was wondering if you could do hcs about romantic yandere H, D, L, and Webby. And like the rest of the McDuck/Dick family supports them? Srry if that's too much. But I love your work😊

Oh ?

Dewey Duck

Oh, he's so in love

He's dazzled by you. You're just- wow

Every time he looks at you, it's like he has stars in his eyes

You met on one of the McDuck many adventures

The boys had noticed you with your uncle- Flintheart Glomgold

Ahh, forbidden love <3 [He loved Romeo & Juliet]

He can't approach you with Scrooge and Glomgold around, so he waits until you're by yourself

"Um... Hi-" He awkwardly calls, causing you to look at him confused. You instantly recognize him as one of Scrooge's nephews

"Oh, uh- Hi?" You tilt your head, a little confused on why he was talking to you.

He tries to speak, but it's like his tongue is tied. God, he feels like an idiot

Before you can ask him what's wrong, your uncle appears and reprehends the young boy

You don't see him until a few weeks later- At the arcade

He was with Launchpad, but he ditched him when seeing you on the dance game

He joins you and you recognize him

"Oh, hi again. Uh, Huey right?"

"Actually it's Dewey." He's a little disappointed that you don't know his name, but then he remembers he didn't give it to you, so you probably asked about him and that thought made him happy.

"Oh, sorry Dewey. My name's Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"You, too." You chuckle

And that's how your friendship starts

You both like to sneak off when your uncles are fighting

He tells you about trying to find his mother and you try and help him

Whenever you come across something that could help him, you give it to him

When his mother comes back, he wants to introduce her to you

"You have to meet them, Mom. You'll love each other. Y/n's great!"

He wants you two to get along so bad

Dewey knows you two are meant to be and sometimes he can't get you out of his mind

Or his mouth. He's always talking about

Everyone's kind of sick of it

They think when you both start dating, maybe it'll stop- Oh, how wrong they are

Huey Duck

You were at a woodchuck meeting and you were new, so Huey clocked you fast

He wanted to help you, but he gets entangled with you

You share a lot of the same interests, hobbies, and ideas

He feels like someone finally understands him

And you feel the same

You two are like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly

You even finish each other sentences

His brothers [Louie] think you're both losers, but you don't care, because you have each other

He didn't even realize he had a crush on you until someone else pointed it out

"Yeah, they're cool. Yeah, I think about them a lot. Yeah, they're amazing- No, I don't have a crush on them, I just think they're perfect in every way possible"

You'd have to confess first, because it doesn't look like he's going to be confessing anytime soon. He's heavy in denial

He's flabbergasted when you admit you have a crush on him

"Me? You like me?"

You're a little scared at first, but he's over the moon

Louie Duck

You've met on multiple occasions, but nothing that ever stood out to either of you

You have nothing in common- Well, that's not entirely true, but the more defining personality features are vastly different

When you first meet him, you think he's selfish, lazy, mean, underhanded, manipulative- you get it

He thinks you're different than him. He's never really met someone like you, but he doesn't really give most people a second thought

You're nice and helpful. You want to make life easier and for everyone to be happy

You weren't selfish- You cared about other people

He found that not only annoying, but he thought it was a facade

There was no way that you cared about other people above yourself

People like that didn't exist

Everyone was always looking out for themselves. You must have been faking it

Though, after he stalked you learned more about you, he realize this truly was who you were

You really did want a Utopia and you believing in 'You have to take the first step to change'

He wants to impress you, but you see right through is lies

He wants to change for you- Be nicer- which makes him sick

Though, he really does start to try. The more time he spends around you and the people, he realizes that these people are just like him- Just not rich

You're impressed when realizing he has changed. Maybe not by a lot, but a little is a good start

You become friends and he's glad that he's made you happy

He likes you being happy

Oh my god, he has a crush on you-

He tries learning more about you so that he can come off as someone you should date

Knows your favorite color, parents' names, favorite food, favorite number, your ideologies etc

His family notices he's changed- He's like a completely different person

They have mixed reactions

"Where is my brother and what have you done to him!?!?!!" Dewey shakes his brother when seeing his brother give money to someone

"I think it's great," Huey comments, "Whatever's happened, it's a good thing."

Dewey thinks Louie's an alien or shape-shifter... That is until he meets you

"Oooh! Louie has a cru-"

Louie quickly elbows his brother, his face a bright red

"Shut up-"

You invite Louie to hang out at the movies after working and he's quick to pick up your offer

As you're both leaving, you share a moment and a kiss

Louie's eyes are wide and his face is a deep red

"Wow."

You blush, before waving him off, "Bye Louie. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah.... Tomorrow."

Webby Vanderquack

You think she's rather strange

But she's super fun

You met while she was checking out the city

She had accidentally bumped into you

You meet on several occasions and each time she approaches you

She always starts a friendly conversation with you

She really likes you and tries to impress you a lot

She's very outspoken and tries flirting but it never goes well, even when you start dating

You find her charming though

You asked her out and she was thrilled. She couldn't believe that you liked her back

You always have a fun time with her, no matter what you do

[puppetmaster13u]

Dies Irae WIP

Have a bit of a wip for way later into the story because I am procastinating on the beginning lol. So have a lil bit of Dick's pov

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   “These assholes again?” Red Hood muttered, sounding incredibly done even with the modulated voice that came through the helmet. 

   Dick eyed the man, then let his gaze shift towards the people in white with- apparently- laser guns. Then turned his gaze back to Bruce, whose jaw was set in his usual not-quite a scowl that meant he was going over something and not liking the picture it was painting. Joy. 

   And tonight had started out so well with them actually being able to find the maybe-crime boss. It was hard to tell if the man-who-might-be-younger-then-Dick was actually one or just got latched onto by the Crime Alley residents as a guardian alongside Peter. Though the meta was more of a local semi-celebrity. 

   The crime lord (if he was one) cracked his neck, those weird- but pretty cool- ribbons circling around him almost defensively. “Oi, big bird, old man, you gonna’ stop me from hurting these idiots?” he called towards the two of them from where he was also ducked around a support pillar, interrupting one of the goons-in-white’s own spat out words. 

   Honestly Dick hadn’t caught the man’s words, though knowing B they’d comb over every bit of the footage from their suits after this. But well, the dude obviously felt it was important if the downright thunderous expression was to go by. 

   A glance at B’s face nearly had him wincing. Yeah whatever had been said, Bruce really hadn’t appreciated or liked it in any way either. Still, he responded to Hood with a growl in his voice even as a batarang found its way into his fingers. “We don’t kill-”

   Hood audibly scoffed, even over the sound of the laser-guns. “Well too bad I’m not one of your oversized pigeons,” the maybe-teen snarked, guns suddenly in his hands. Damn, Dick hadn’t even seen him grab them, they’d almost just appeared in his hands like they’d been summoned in the time it took him to blink. 

   “Hey now,” Dick found himself joking as he peered back around the metal while trying not to get his head taken off. “What have I ever done to you to call me that, huh?” 

   “Exist.” The word was punctuated by a few shots of the… hm, .45 guns he thinks? It wasn’t like he knew what specifics Hood used or that he knew everything about them. Gosh he wished he wasn’t out of birdarangs, even if Bruce passed him a few batarangs to throw. 

   Not helping was the fact that Hood had cut both of his (), meaning he couldn’t swing up to the rafters to get a drop on the… okay that was a lot of people. Now suddenly less as one quite literally exploded into gore, definitely not from any sort of weapon of theirs. 

   A glance towards Hood nearly made him miss his throw towards one of the white-wearing goons. The trenchcoat the maybe-teen was literally writhing, glowing and shimmering like living flames as sparks trailed behind him. 

   Okay, alright, Hood was apparently a meta like Peter too. An undead meta fighting against people claiming to be part of the government and wanting to murder him for being a… ghost? What like Deadman? 

   Dick’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. He was definitely missing something here, and judging from B’s scowl he wasn’t enjoying having only part of a puzzle either. 

[existslikepristin]

Nothing extra to say this time

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie

(Story Index)

Infinite stamina!

You put on your coolest expression, giving Joy a raise of the eyebrows. “If you enjoyed that, just you wait. I wish for infinite stamina. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk or fly stra—wait, can you fly—no, let’s worry about that later. Yeah, I wish for infinite sexual stamina.”

Joy begins to laugh immediately. “Ha! Good one, master.”

You can’t help but shift your very cool expression to one that’s a bit more confused.

“Oh,” Joy’s laughter slowly stops, “Oh, you meant it?”

Her expression shifts too, but to something akin to your friend looking at your dog and trying very hard not to tell you how ugly it is.

“Well, you win some, you lose some… Master, you know how I said I’d give you a warning if you made a stupid wish?”

“Yeah…” you nod, already seeing where this is going.

“You should know that I try not to do that unless the wish is genuinely stupid.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Unwise, you know?”

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Trivial, obtuse, or witless.”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Really deficient in the brain department, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I know what you’re saying! But why?!”

Joy puts a condescending hand on your shoulder, and the other condescending hand on your dick. Within a quarter of a second, any fatigue you were feeling, whether from the sex or from the rest of your day, is gone. “Because, you silly silly duck master, I’m an entity with nigh unlimited control over reality. You should be wishing for something interesting… Also I’m a slut who gets off on you getting off, so you basically get infinite stamina from my mere existence. And of course I can fly. That’s just Mythological Being 101.”

You squint. “There’s class involved in being a genie?”

“No. My last master was a recent college grad.”

“Okay, well if you don’t think I should wish for infinite stamina because it’s sexual, and you get off on me getting off, why’d you suggest I wish for some good pussy earlier? Were you going to make fun of me if I did?”

Joy laughs again, steps around you on her toes—no, wait, she’s floating a bit off the floor—, and pops your cupboard open. She looks the sparse selection up and down before pulling out a box of tea. “No, the good pussy has more to do with the fact that I’m not going to be your slave forever, and I highly doubt that you’re going to be satisfied with not making your final wish before you die of natural and/or human causes (not to make you think about your inevitable mortality… even though it’s definitely coming).”

“It’s coming?!”

“Well duh, but not at this very moment. What do you expect? Random meteor strikes? Chill. Death is cool.”

“No it’s not!”

“No seriously, Death is cool,” Joy says, casually looking through your cabinetry for a mug, “If he comes around, I’ll let him know you’ve got wishes left and he’ll be like, ‘No big D, Joy. Wanna get churros sometime?’ I’ll obviously take him up on it and you can fuck your harem, if you wish for a harem, while I’m out pretending some churros are necessary to save you from an early grave.”

“You know the grim reaper?”

Joy runs some cold tap water into your mug, dips your tea bag into it, and it’s suddenly boiling. “Ugh. Don’t remind me about those guys. No, I know Death.”

“Uh, can I wish for immortality? It’s not against the rules and suddenly feels applicable.”

“Oof. Yeah, you ain’t gonna want to wish for that. Anyway, you wanted to fuck me again, right? Over the table again, or do you want to take it to the bedroom?” She sips on her tea. “Oh shit, that’s good stuff… We could go somewhere more exotic if you’re feeling adventurous.”

You look Joy up and down. She’s way more lackadaisical about everything than you’d expect from a woman roaming your kitchen in the nude.

Options:

You wanna know what’s so bad about immortality versus death.

Nope. Nope. You just want to go to the bedroom to keep fucking.

Joy’s not acting especially slave-like! Tell her to take you seriously!

How about going somewhere exotic? As long as it won’t burn a wish.

Speaking of wishes, make one that she’s not going to reject already!

… Just fuck her on the table again.

[bodybeyondstories]

dicks keep growing around me - 6 (Ty)

Ty's generally unbothered by the unreal dick now swinging between their knees, yet still has to navigate everyone else's issues with it. They run into a fan at the park, have some workplace mishaps at the gym, and come up with a potentially irresponsible, definitely chaotic idea when learning more about how Myron's ability works.

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maleTF // growth // dick growth // self suck // nsfw

4284 words

Note: I was inspired to write like half of this chapter by this ask a few months ago (hope you like it!), then muddled through writer's block until it all slowly came together. Feels like somewhat of a transition / build toward something, but I have no idea what lol.

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Those two really are meant for each other. 

I strolled away from the happy couple in search of a bathroom, trying to not make the heinous bulge peeking from the leg of my shorts even more obvious to the public. I was enjoying the delicate combination of summer heat transitioning from welcome embrace to oppressive weight, interspersed with rivulets of cool breeze wicking away the humidity at just the right time. A reminder that I could still get away with pretending that my exposed midriff was a fashion choice and not the result of this growth spurt cropping all of my tops for me. I was no longer in denial, but summer dragging on made it easier to hold off on having to figure out a new wardrobe.      

I had high hopes for the dick management system for that outing, opting for some cutoffs that sometimes gave the illusion that I had an ass, not that anyone was fooled. Myron had gifted me underwear from some brand that specializes in “unique proportions,” which I took to mean ridiculously huge pouches supported by a latticework of elastic. I was thankful that there was a customer base out there of what I assume is mostly pumpers and saline enthusiasts, making it possible for me to once again wear cute, quality briefs that weren't a ticking time bomb. There was no longer much hope of concealing the freak of nature extending from my groin, but the pouch managed to at least hold everything together, especially when shoved into my shorts and braced against the rolled up hem. Not that that would last long.

As the day wore on, the mixture of heat and sweat loosened things up, shifting the balance of flesh and fabric to make it near impossible to walk more than a few dozen steps without feeling those cool breezes brush against the exposed tip of my overstuffed pouch, nodding playfully out the bottom of my shorts.

Oh well, I thought. At this point it was long enough that people would likely make up any number of explanations other than the unreal monster dick weighing me down. I was less and less concerned about being too careful about the strangeness of my body.    

The bathroom was an eco-friendly partially outdoor situation, all earth tones, natural airflow, and compost toilet. Public restrooms had become an ordeal to say the least and I was grateful to see the gender neutral single stall with an inviting green semicircle above the deadbolt. I didn’t have to risk scaring the crowd as I hauled the python out of my briefs and let it hang in the air above the in-ground urinal, a pendulum swinging between my legs before being stabilized by its own weight. I locked my fingers behind my head, reveling in the moment of peeing freely, feeling the cool breeze wrap around my dick from behind, preceding the sound of the door closing and a muttered apology.

Shit, forgot to lock it, I thought, hoping whoever it was didn’t catch a glimpse of the meat swinging between my knees, clearly visible from behind. I reluctantly stuffed myself back into the pouch, relenting as it slid plainly into view below the hem of my shorts, and deciding to simply pretend not to notice it as I caught myself in the mirror.

I ducked back out the doorway, holding it open for the guy who had accidentally barged in, who instead looked up at me with an expression of deep indecision.

“Um,” they started. “Sorry if this is inappropriate, and totally feel free to ignore this, but are you MutantMenace97?”

I took a beat, caught off guard by the fact that my dick was recognized in public before my face was. “Right, my stage name,” I said with a nervous laugh. Someone clocking me from my cam sessions was rare, but not unheard of.

“Sorry if this seems rude or anything, but I just–my friends and I are huge fans. The whole growth story arc over the past several months has been so cool.”

“Ah, dope! Glad you like it.” The thing about your dick being an online presence is that your mysterious growth spurt ends up being surprisingly well documented, and after a while I could no longer deny or downplay the changes. So I leaned into it, providing updates, comparison pics, teasing captions about when or if the growth will stop. Once I started posting in the new underwear, the brand even put out feelers for a sponsorship deal. I had somehow become an influencer.

“You’re even taller than I thought you’d be,” he said, his eyes gliding up and down my figure, then resuming furtive glances at the heavy bulge distending my shorts, the tip of the pouch peeking out of the bottom. “I just…can’t believe it’s real.”

“A blessing and a curse,” I blushed. “And tricks of the light.”

“Will you be on tonight?”

“Yup,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you there” I added with a wink before turning to head back to my friends. “Hit me up if you want some private content. Big discount!” He was cute. I was flattered.

As I walked back to Myron and Miguel, the massive bulge out of the bottom of my shorts was jostled further into view, bobbing along in the air with each stride. I was too tired of dealing with it to care. I accepted that these shorts may have to be retired as I accepted the dumbfounded stares of passersby, folding into a cross-legged sit with my friends, my fabric encased dick spilling out in the warm sun.

“You look like you had fun,” teased Myron.

“I met a fan,” I shrugged.

—

“You guys have been liking these briefs,” I said into my webcam, leaning back in my gamer chair, itself a gift from a generous fan. “30% off with discount code MM97, check the link in my bio.” My eyes lowered to my crotch, my hand caressing the fabric-clad mass nestled between my legs, eliciting periodic pulses of enthusiasm as my dick stirred to life. “Honestly, these are feeling kinda tight already.” I gave a mock grimace to the camera, reaching up to stretch and lifting my furry belly and overstuffed pouch more solidly in the field of view. “Might have to re-up soon, huh?”

MutantMenace97 was indeed on that evening. I wondered which of the usernames trickling into the chat room was the person I met in the park earlier. I should’ve asked, but still appreciate the mystery of it all. Maybe he does, too. They get to be no one and I get to be the main character, unencumbered by the perpetual work of worrying about, failing to control, or desperately trying to hide my dick. When it’s all out, standing proud from my groin, purple head leaving globs of precum on my lips, I’m free, unencumbered from the idea that my member was ever an encumbrance in the first place. 

I greet people as they roll in, making sure to shout out my regulars, one hand continuing to pet my prodigious bulge, then sliding under the fabric and moving along my shaft. My face scrunched in discomfort as I tried to make space in the overfilled pouch, eventually relenting and beginning to peel the underwear down, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock. The comments picked up. This was always a moment of truth for the new users who had seen my pics bouncing around the internet and didn’t believe they were real, realizing they were mistaken with awestruck reactions. 

Taking my sweet time, I slide them all the way off, curling up to give a peak at my taint before flicking them off my big feet. My dick bobbed in the air, growing longer and thicker as an erection eased into being. I settled into the lightheadedness as my body adjusted to the sudden transfer of resources to my giant prick, and made a show of moving both hands along the shaft, one covering the base and the other up near the glans, inches of space always visible between them even though my dick approached full size. It was impossible to cover the entirety of my monster cock with just one pair of hands, sizeable as mine were. They always got a kick out of that.

“Send me some love if you want me to suck it,” I smiled into the camera, nuzzling against my engorged glans. The comments, hearts, and most importantly, tips rolled in. I went to work.

The look of tension between concentration and ecstasy on my face as my lips parted to make way for my massive cockhead was always real. The now familiar but still gorgeous sensation still managed to feel new every time. The performance of it had taken some practice, but now I felt good enough to not look like I was wrestling a sequoia, working my head and neck up and down in an awkward attempt to deep throat a penis that had long ago passed that possibility.

Periodically I’d give myself a break and pull my swollen lips from my cockhead, hands continuing to meander up and down the shaft as I checked the chat box.

[So hot 🍆]

[it looks even bigger 😍]

[Nah, there hasn’t been any growth content for a couple weeks, right?]

[Yeah, i think they plateaued]

[Finally lol, it’s massive]

I tried not to dwell on this unfolding conversation in the chat, opting instead to return to self sucking and focus on the task at hand. I leaned back as my balls pulled up, preparing for the grand finale and making sure the camera angle was just right. I gave my slit one final indulgent lick, lapping up a glob of precum as my angry head glistened in front of my face. I worked the shaft in overdrive with my hands, my hips bucking in tandem as I brought myself to climax, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cum a few feet into the air. My head lolled back as I let myself fall into another seemingly unending orgasm, enjoying the few seconds of anticipation before my own jizz rained back down, covering my face and torso with the deluge erupting from my engorged penis.

I slowly came back down to earth, giving a blissed out, cum-covered smile to the webcam as I prepared to bid everyone adieu, catching the last scraps of commentary in the chat.

[Ughhhh what if they grew again 😩]

[could you imagine?? 🤣]

Over the weeks and months living with Myron, I had built up somewhat of a following in fantasy growth content, not that I had much choice. They clocked the extra inches I was adding before I did. So I leaned into it, doing comparison shots with rulers and lotion bottles, surreptitious bulge pics out and about, casual shots of my dick falling out of my underwear as I struck a relaxing pose in my chair. I had been roping them in with a tale of unexplainable, unwieldy growth hitting me below the belt, and they loved it.

And now, without my magical roommate, the engagement seemed to be evening out along with the growth. Not that I minded all that much, I had kind of just wanted this to be for fun in the first place. But the money from extra subs had been good, and the sponsorship deal from the underwear brand had made it possible for me to even get my own place. 

As I closed out of the cam session, I was met with my email inbox and a message from the underwear rep that I’d been trying to ignore. They were offering a not insignificant amount of money in exchange for a series of posts in which I outgrew and eventually ripped the pouch, even more if I could do it live. I hadn’t yet figured out how to explain that I’d have to turn it down because I no longer had a roommate with strange dick expanding powers. To be too much and somehow not enough.

—

I was too groggy to dwell on the situation at work the next morning. I curved my back into a full body yawn, indulging in the cracks of a few pesky joints as even more of my midriff was exposed behind a gym counter that wasn’t even high enough to hide the bulge distending my track pants. I risked taking my stretch further and pushing my waist just a few more precious inches before being interrupted by something small and plastic bouncing off my dick.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said to a bleary-eyed member attempting to swipe in before their flabber was unceremoniously gasted, catching the scanner reflexively while somehow keeping their eyes glued to my crotch for as long as possibly might count as a polite indulgence. They speed-walked to the locker room with far more liveliness than they had shown walking in, shaking their head in mild confusion.

“Do you mind?” quipped Dana, my coworker hanging with me behind the front counter to handle the morning rush. She set the scanner back in place with one fluid motion, shooting me a mocking death stare.

“What?” I shrugged. “Space is cramped, things happen. I’m not even wearing shorts anymore,” I added, eyebrows lifted in emphasis of the deep sacrifice I made in relenting to wearing solid black track pants so as not to create another morning spectacle.

“Yeah cuz you almost took someone’s eye out.” She shot her eyebrows right back then swung around to grab the top most crate from a stack behind the counter. “Now take this and restock the fridge, we need to clear out our inventory of these. We got ‘em cheap on surplus so keep pushing ‘em until we run out.” 

“GluteMax?” I read off the side. Didn’t they stop production on that?” I asked. “Some weird health issue?”

“Yeah, but they weren’t recalled, so we’re keeping them stocked until we sell out,” Dana said with a shrug. “They’ll probably rebrand in six months as a wellness supplement or something.”

“Hmm none of this sounds legal,” I said.

“But it does get gains. Which you could definitely benefit from.” She sucked her teeth and flicked her clipboard against my unimpressive backside.

“You leave my ass alone, it’s too early for this! And besides, I know a guy,” I said, winking at Myron as he strolled up to the front desk so Dana could pretend to swipe him in.

“I don’t know how you managed to cohabitate with this one,” she said to Myron with a shake of her head. “I can barely get through a shift.”

“Oh so he can stop traffic in some booty shorts but I can’t?” I asked, gesturing at the gym shorts painted onto Myron’s backside, already drawing the attention of the other gym goers.

“It’s different. And besides, it’s good for business.” Dana winked at Myron as if inviting him to continue on to the locker room before he also had to deal with the morning’s nonsense. “Can I interest you in a complementary supplement for your trouble?” she asked, pulling a bottle of GluteMax from the crate. “Rare formula, technically not recalled.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “He’d become too powerful!”

“I think I’m good,” Myron laughed nervously. “And besides, I know a guy.”

“Is it the same guy?” asked Dana. “Can we hire them as a trainer? I’m not kidding.”

—

It was a slow morning, and before long I wandered away from the front desk to start making the rounds, cleaning machines, wrestling free weights back to their correct spots, cosplaying someone with a working knowledge of fitness. Dana, having gotten to work on time, got to control the playlist blasting out of the speakers that morning. I had my earbuds in in protest, just loud enough to ignore the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic clang of barbells against metal from some overzealous lifter who had settled into some sort of equilibrium with gravity, arms straining to hold the weight perfectly still in the air above their torso. 

Seems weird, but not my business, I guess, I thought. I kept it moving until their look of over-exertion turned to clear panic. 

“Um…help??” they exclaimed, finally catching my attention. The barbell had gradually lowered through the air to press down on their chest. This wasn’t some kind of tension workout but actually a losing battle against gravity.

I planted my feet on either side of the bench, not knowing what to do beyond an alert in my brain saying Get Weight Off. I was barely aware of how much I could lift in a pinch, but it definitely didn’t amount to the mass of plates on either side of the bar. The more I thought about my inability to lift, the more likely this person’s inability to breathe, and there was no one else to grab for help. It would have to be me.

With a rush of adrenaline I managed to lug the bar a few inches higher, my face contorting so suddenly that one of my earbuds wriggled its way out and fell through the air. People do this for fun? I thought in disbelief, frozen in a wide stance with only seconds before my upper half gave up. The rack, it needs to fall back onto the rack, I concluded, managing to not so much carry but guide the weight at the right downward angle back onto the rails, my arms screaming in complaint. 

I rested against the bar and took a beat to catch my breath and let the rush fade, noticing the slight tremor in my hands still white knuckle gripping the metal. Legs still straddling the lifter whose life I like to think I had just saved, I leaned over and peered upside down through my thighs to make sure they were still breathing. 

“Are you okay??” I asked, with a little too much volume in overcompensation from off balance music pumping out of the earbud that decided to stay put.

Their chest heaved up and down as they kept gulping air with less and less urgency, eventually managing to lift their head and string some words together.

“Shit. Thanks, I think I…” they trailed off as our eyes locked in recognition.

“You!” I exclaimed. “The guy from the park.” The angle was much different, but I’d know that cute face anywhere, even if it was actively recovering from a near death experience.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” his eyes flitting pointedly to the pipe running down my inner thigh, just inches from his face, still taking advantage of the adrenaline flooding my system to stretch out with excitement.

“Ah, sorry!” I blushed, whipping one leg over the bench and holding out a hand to help him up. He gladly took it.

“No, it’s cool,” he said. “You know I’m a fan.”

Butterflies. “I, uh,” I stammered through the heat filling my face, trying and failing to come up with something clever to say. “Fair enough.”

“Great show last night, by the way,” he said, his hands resting on his thighs and his eyes resting on mine. “Sorry if that’s not cool to say.”

“No, I appreciate the feedback,” I smiled, resting my hands on my hips in some semblance of confidence in the face of this adorable man, hinging my butt slightly to downplay the bulge that was showing no sign of going down.

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he offered.

“Ty,” I reciprocated. “Also known as MutantMenace97,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“Ty’s cool. And it rhymes,” he intoned, smiling to himself. “Also, I think you dropped this,” he said, holding out my earbud.

“Nice catch,” I joked, letting my fingers linger as I plucked it gingerly from his hand, my eyes catching his once again, searching for something to say.

“Well, uh, thanks again for the save. I guess I’ll see you…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to the squat rack, where the mid-morning sun was casting two planets in stark relief. Dear Myron was in the middle of a set of deadlifts, hips hinged all the way back, pants split wide open.

“I…let me go deal with that,” I sighed, reluctantly abandoning my meet-cute to deal with the latest crisis.

—

“They split on my second to last set, I thought I might as well finish,” said Myron, strolling ahead of me into the locker room, his bountiful buns swishing back and forth in the wreckage of his gym shorts. “It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.”

“And Dana thinks I’m the one to cause a scene,” I said, rolling my eyes. “At least the underwear held up.”

Myron stripped off his tattered shorts to reveal the same brand of specialty briefs he had gifted me, cut for significantly different proportions and resembling more of a bikini brief. “Glad I tried out a pair of these for myself, they have yet to let me down.”

I snatched the briefs off the bench where Myron had left them as he rummaged through his bag for his shower supplies, the globes of his bubble butt hovering in the air, a safety hazard for any unsuspecting passers by. “These are pretty resilient,” I said, stretching them between my hands.

“Feels like they’re the only things I can rely on,” he agreed. “I’ve blown through just about every good pair of workout pants at this point. I wonder if they have any in stock…”

I tuned out of Myron’s recounting of the struggles of having too perfect and juicy of an ass, instead fixating on the underwear before me, unconsciously bringing them closer as I picked up on the magnetic musk entering my nostrils. It felt familiar in a way I couldn’t describe. I furtively breathed deep, indulging in the aura of my friend’s recently used gym fit, my heart rate quickening as the very specific scent of his sweat unfurled in my brain into the memory of that night in…

“The car…” I muttered.

“Hm?” asked Myron, turning back towards me and holding his hand out in mild annoyance for me to return his dirty underwear.

“I, uh…” I muttered, my breath becoming short as my lower abs clenched, an all too familiar pressure building in my groin. “Not again.” I rested my hand along the top of the lockers, trying to maintain balance as Myron approached with worry on his face.

“Is it, you know?” he asked, eyes gesturing pointedly to my crotch and the trouser snake making its way down towards my knee. I towered over him but he rested one hand along my ribs in support, while the other held up the towel wrapped taut around his hips. “Let’s find an empty stall.”

“No, wait,” I managed to eke out as, with a shiver up and down my spine, my dick felt like it was unfurling, eagerly taking up more space, the friction against the fabric of my pouch eliciting a spurt of precum and teasing me with an approach toward semi-hardness, the point of no return quickly approaching until it just…didn’t. “I…think I’m good,” I said. “False alarm.” 

I handed Myron’s briefs back to him, the look of concern refusing to leave his face. When he finally walked off to the showers, his round cheeks fighting for space beneath that skimpy towel, I finally breathed out, tentatively running my hand along the bulge in my pants. I could feel the increased mass, noticeably bigger than it was just a few minutes ago, but was surprised to find it totally soft. My fingers tingled with the phantom sensation of the fabric of Myron’s underwear, the aura of his sweat and musk lingering in the air. The gears turned in my head.

—

I didn’t do any cam work that night. I was tired and still a little freaked out by the incident in the locker room. Not that that wasn’t the first time that exact thing had happened. Upon further inspection of my definitely longer, definitely girthier, definitely more sensitive cock, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it hard. Not that I could even dream of lasting past the following morning before being reintroduced to a schlong that likely extended just past my head. I didn’t even mind at this point, not really. My dick seemed to be a problem for everyone else more than it was for me. But I wanted to get used to it before revealing it to the fans.

I got some takeout, played some Kart, took it easy, ignoring the growing pressure in my crotch which before long would make itself known by force. Through the rest of my shift, it had been straining desperately against the pouch, to the point where I feared catastrophic failure before I could get home and let it hang free. It would definitely have made for some good content if it had rendered my jock strap inadequate in the middle of my day job. I fixated again on that email sitting in my inbox, thinking about the intense effect of Myron’s sweaty underwear, my own pair managing to stay intact around the beast that constantly threatened to rip through. But with the right encouragement, and an apparent catalyst…An idea coalesced in my brain. I took out my phone and pulled up the text thread with Myron.

[Me: Hey, can I borrow your underwear? The new ones]

[Me: It’s exactly what you think]

[Me: Online sex stuff, obvi 😌]

Let’s give the people what they want.

[lazzarella]

Every episode is over too quickly, even though they're mostly getting longer ;__; anyway, back again with my rambling nonsensical notes!!!

- Aww! Baby!Dee!

- Gah, they're so sweet (visiting the little boy)

- "At least it reminded me I hadn't been forgotten" Ouch!! Guessing Dee's parents were quite absent when he was a kid? (Though I guess we don't know yet when they died)

- holy crap, these two gazing at each other when they're taking a photo with the little boy lmao at least Yak was paying attention

- How can Yak still be Dee's patient when everyone knows they're dating?

- "One month, five days, etc." DUDE!!!! Are you— I just can't...

- lol @ Dee not remembering Yak's birthday! But I did! XD (really should have posted that screenshot of his file that I've had saved in my drafts since ep 1... Sigh)

- "Find joy in becoming someone else in your own way"

- I love Kao <333

- Yak sulking and taking Dee's drink was so cute :3

- bloody hell, Yei just pulling Cher onto his lap like that O_O

- "You wear size 56?" I LOVE YOU, GRANDMA!

- Ahhhhh! Yak's face when grandma says he must be the reason Dee's watching boxing now!!! He's so pleased!!!

- lmaoooooo the giant dick plushie!!! (That bloody thing haunts me on aliexpress btw!!!! I can't search for anything without it popping up, as it were)

- look, I know I always gush over how soft Yak is but seeing him cuddling Ice Bear was almost too much for me

- "I've gotten used to having you in my arms" WHO SAYS THAT, YAK?? WHO???? Not fake boyfriends that's who!

- And now he's pouting because he wants to cuddle!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh

- And then he brings up Taem. Well done! lol

- (Okay, it's clear—or, well, likely—he's just clinging to his crush on Taem any time his feelings for Wandee rear their pretty head(s), but... Jeez, dude!)

- And Dee's face? His response??? He's not talking about Taem

- "Let's find something fun to do!" I love you, Grandma!

- Yak taking a video of her ;__;

- Okay, her all black outfit is super cool! And she's wearing creepers!! I think...

- Yak referring to himself as Dee's boyfriend at the cemetery... *pinches bridge of nose* I can't handle much more of this. And Dee's deflection! Ahhh. The way they're both dealing with their developing feelings is so interesting and delicious to watch

- oh that outfit does not suit Yak…

- I wonder if Yei is doing underground fights for $$$ to help the gym??? And that’s why he didn’t get physical with Cher. Idk

- Yak offering to help Dee again <33333

- There really is purple and yellow everywhere! (The cardboard Taem was carrying)

- I need a comparison between Taem's reaction when Yak grabbed her hand (not really comfortable) vs when he grabs Dee's hand!!!

- And Yak could be spending more time with Taem but he already had plans with Dee! Gosh, he's just... Oh, that boy!

- Ahhh! They're baking! They're having a flour fight! They're flirting over food again!!

- (Is this the first time we've seen Dee in the elephant pants too?)

- Holy shit, the audacity of Ter taking Kwan to the same restaurant and are they sitting at the same table???????

- so many short shorts and cut off tees and I'm not complaining

- awww! The tiny drink buddy dude has a name!

- The TENSION when they're listening to Fluke's song though??? JFC. You need a ginsu to cut through that

- YOU HAVE SWEET EYES??!!! No comment. I just can't lol

- smooch blocked by the oven timer! lol they really were going to kiss that time, though

- Ahhhhh, Dee looks so happy!!!!

- Yak taking and posting a photo of Gooddy on his glass was adorable :3

- (ngl, with them standing so close to the edge of the balcony, I was envisioning Gooddy going over the side lol)

- love them plugging the new line stickers in the toothbrush bit

- YoryakWandee vs WandeeYoryak is giving me duck season vs rabbit season lol

- Ahhhh! Next week's preview!!! How am I meant to wait???

[stephaniebrownslover]

Annual Duck Competitions With Pastas And Tons Of Other Shit[Crack]—Part 3

Clockwork and Jeff, watching the small crowd in the living room grow larger and larger, felt the need to review their presentation one last time. Jeff was extremely anxious because this was the biggest responsibility that he had ever taken in his life.

In addition, he was sure that if he screwed up, Clockwork would haunt him even in his dreams.

"Good idea, but shouldn't we have done this earlier, like before everyone came?"

Clockwork's hesitation could be easily understood from her tone of voice. She was taking this presentation job very seriously and would not put her best foot forward to make it an effective session.

"Being late is cool kid job, and we're so cool. So don't worry."

When she heard this, she remembered what a cool person she was, and even if it was just for a moment, everything else lost its importance.

"Fuck yes, motherfuckers!"

"Absolutely, baby!"

"Well, then. Let's check the presentation again."

While Clockwork was arranging the wad of paper in her hand, Jeff was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

When Masky suddenly entered the backstage, neither of them liked it.

"There's no time, idiots, everyone's waiting for you."

Jeff took a deep breath, this could be the most important moment in his life. And soon he would try to convince a group of about fifteen people.

It was absolutely obvious that this was not an easy task.

"Break the devil's leg, Jeff."

"And you break his dick."

"Obviously!"

Masky felt the need to shout once more before moving back into the living room.

"Hey!"

Jeff waved his hand in the air in an exasperated attitude.

"All right, all right. Here we're coming. Just learn to be fuckin' patient."

"Shut up and end this torture soon possible."

"Have some manners, Masky, I can kick you any moment."

Clockwork intervened and helped Jeff.

She was proud of Jeff for making a sarcastic remark to Masky for the first time without her help. He may have been a difficult student to teach, but he was also successful when he actually learned something.

"Whatever, just try to finish this shit."

Masky left the corridor and went to the wall edge, which was his previous position. Of course, he was going to watch standing up because he didn't trust either of them at all.

"What a dickhead, can you believe it?"

When Clockwork started talking behind his back, Jeff also supported her.

"Sure, he definitely broke a lot of hearts in high school."

"Oh, heartbreaker, Masky!"

"What?"

She stuck the rather thick papers in her hand on Jeff's chest and spoke with a bright eye.

"Got a great idea! Could you start without me like a few seconds?"

Jeff was very hesitant.

To speak alone in public in a way he's never done before?

No, you can keep it.

Stage fright was for losers, and he wasn't a loser.

But it was a little bit too scary to know that fourteen eyes would be watching him.

"Uh, but-"

Clockwork pushed Jeff towards the stage where there was a white board. Although Jeff tried to resist along the way, he couldn't manage it.

"Thanks, you're doing amazing."

"Wait-!"

And when he got to the last stage of the stage, Clockwork pushed him hard. 

Suddenly entering the stage, Jeff stumbled and lost his balance somewhat, fortunately saving himself from falling to the ground.

What was he going to say?

What was he supposed to do?

Whatever he did, would he succeed in convincing the fourteen people in the hall of his own thoughts?

He was sweating.

"Hi, very dearest audience, tonight's-" 

"Yuhh! Get down, you're suck!"

He did not know that Nina was in the audience. And he was quite sure that he would not be able to make a presentation while Nina was watching her.

"C-calm down, N-nina."

Toby, who was sitting next to Nina, came to his rescue. A calm Nina meant a more easy-to-control Nina.

"Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!"

"N-nina!"

"Hey, calm down, Tobes. Anger will only hurt you."

Jeff, he couldn't hold himself in any longer. He didn't like Nina most of the time, but he felt an incredible amount of remorse for the mistake he had made to her.

"Wow, when did this bitch get so wise?"

"Who the hell do you think you're calling a bitch!"

Nina, who couldn't stand Jeff's presence anymore, jumped into the area they call stage easily thanks to her sitting in the front and climbed on top of Jeff. Thanks to her extreme agility, she had almost no difficulty in this movement.

When she reached Jeff's side, she started hitting him.

She was hitting and pulling his hair.

And Jeff was screaming in fear 'like a little girl'.

"Help! Get this crazy bitch off me!"

Nina showed no signs of stopping, on the contrary, she became even tougher and began to make verbal insults.

"I'm going to kill you! I'll cut you into pieces, and your body-"

"Take a deep breath, Nina."

Nina hadn't noticed at what point Jane had come near to her. Although, if she thought that she was an expert person in this kind of thing, that would be normal.

"But Jane-"

"Do as I say."

Nina took a deep breath, overcome by the impact of the authoritative voice she heard.

"And now exhale."

And she breathed out.

"Is it over?"

"Again."

"But-"

"Again."

Jane helped the girl she wanted to protect for a few seconds in calming down. After seeing that her breathing was getting in order, she placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes, thanks. I just lost myself suddenly."

Jeff called to them from the corner where he had escaped thanks to Jane's help.

"I have that effect on women."

"Come here, you bastard!"

This time it was Jane's turn to jump on Jeff and beat him up.

"Jane, calm down!"

"Everyone, sit the hell down!"

When Clockwork suddenly walked in with an authoritative attitude, no one took her seriously at first. She was holding in her hand a rather strange drawing of a Masky with a lot of hearts drawn on it, and this was definitely the sight she expected to see. 

She had only hoped for better.

While a few people were sitting still and talking, Nina was trying to control Jane.

"I want to apologize or something from all of you for my stupid partner. Now. Back. Your. Place."

Clockwork had succeeded in attracting attention when she shouted again.

Seeing that Jane was not sitting still, she addressed her.

"You too."

After a few seconds of staring, Jane took her place with a hateful look, lifted Toby out of his place and sat down next to Nina.

When Clockwork realized that the situation had finally calmed down, she decided it was time to scold Jeff. So she dragged him into the hallway again and pinched his arm.

"And for you. I was only gone for like two seconds, how the fuck did you have two people attack you!?"

"What can I say, I have a wild charm. Women can't resist me."

When Jeff said this, Clockwork took a deep breath.

"Ugh. Just do what I say and keep your mouth shut."

"You can't give me orders!"

" Of course I can."

This was technically correct.

Although Jeff is definitely friends with her, he wouldn't want to get on the bad side of Clockwork. 

He bowed his head forward, curtsied in an exaggerated way of greeting.

"Ladies first."

Clockwork would have hit him over the head for it any other time, but she didn't want to make the angry crowd even more angry.

"Thank you, jerk."

When she came to the stage, she looked at the people who were looking at her.

"I wish you all something like thanks for coming."

She saw Zero instantly raise her hand in the air in an excited attitude.

Her second stupid friend was being a fool again.

Perhaps it would be good for her to think about her friends again after this meeting.

"Put your hand down Zero, we're not getting any questions yet."

"Bullshit!"

"Shut up."

She walked in front of the white board, hung the drawing of the hearted Masky on the board in her hand.

Although Masky wanted to react to this, he didn't do anything because Hoodie was holding him.

"Yeah, where was I? Well, as you all know, we have a big problem."

Ben shouted from somewhere behind.

"Drug shortage?"

"No- why would we be in a drug shortage, Ben?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the blonde ghost again directed his attention to pushing the seat of the person in front of him.

This time, Ann, who was sitting in the front row again, spoke in a very serious tone.

"Medical equipment."

"It's not- Wait what?"

Clockwork couldn't stop him, she had nothing to do before Jeff intervened, but damn it, she could try!

"Shit, if we don't have medical stuff, what happens when someone gets injured?"

Clockwork would suffer the regret of not having tried it forever when she put her head on pillow before going to sleep.

"My brother is right for the first time in his life, we need to renew our medical supply as soon as possible."

Clockwork has been annoyed by Liu for as long as she can remember. It wasn't exactly the bit thing she could step on, she just didn't like him.

"Cut the fancy words, pretty boy, and listen me."

Stepping on the stage again, she pointed to the drawing of the hearted Masky with the magic wand-like object in his hand.

"Well, it looks like we're missing a lot things, but there's something more important than all of them. Jeff, will you take this honor?"

Jeff suddenly shouted.

"We're moneyless, bitches!"

Cody broke the barely achieved silence and asked a question.

"How can we live if we have no money?"

Hoodie called out to the boy in the gas mask from the wall, where Masky was leaning next to him.

"Speak for yourself, kid, I have."

"And you told me you had no money!"

"Because you wanted to invest all my money in a damn ant farm!"

"Ants are a very important experiment tools!"

When Jeff shouted in a meaningful way, it was a big shock for everyone.

"Silence!"

Even Clockwork couldn't hide her surprise.

"Wow, Jeff-"

"Go on."

Clockwork continued to speak after clearing her throat.

"There is no need to worry just because we have no money. We've found a way to fix it."

"Fix it, fix it, fix it..."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just making echo for making you more effective."

Clock-eyed teenager took a deep breath and put her hand to her forehead.

"It's not how- You know what? Do what you want, I don't care."

And Helen, perhaps for the first time since his arrival, looked up from his drawing.

"And what is this ingenious idea, I wonder?"

"Simple."

"For some reason, I have a bad feeling about all of this."

Jeff shouted out quite suddenly, using all his strength.

"We're gonna organize duck races and bet on them!"

"Yippee!"

Sally was the only one who was happy about it.

And Masky is the one who is the most unhappy.

"Oh fucking God, please kill me."

Other parts

[boreal-sea]

Liveblogging Midsommar

Summary: I didn't mind it and parts were good but it should've leaned harder into being weird, and making all the dudes unlikable was cowardly and the movie would've been far more impactful and horrifying if we'd actually liked the victims.

I can always tell when my aromanticism is making me not "get" a movie because like. I've started Midsommar and I've heard "oh her boyfriend is abusive, he deserves what he gets" but all I can see at is two people who just clearly weren't meant for each other?

The Swedish friend Pelle seems like a good guy, but I'm gonna guess in the plot of this movie he's doing that on purpose. Josh seems like an actually good guy. Mark is a dick though.

I'll say, comparing this to Wicker Man: This movie is trying too hard to be creepy and weird. They're just driving. The ominous music isn't needed. Tonally, all of the bright happiness of Wicker Man worked much better to give the movie a sense of "off-ness".

Christian really seems like he's just trying to be a good friend to Dani even though he's struggling with the relationship. Mark is definitely a jerk though. He's the kind of character you want to see die in a normal horror movie.

I do like the use of the midnight sun as an element of disconnecting the characters from reality and placing them in an unfamiliar world, that's a very good touch.

Alright cool good the movie has gotten weirder, excellent. This is what I'm here for.

Come on movie give me some silence to appreciate this gorgeous building. Constant dialogue is tiring.

Oh, so "this is my flame, no higher" was literal huh.

This is a joke, but as a grad student, stealing someone's thesis is totally justification to be killed by a cult. Being a lame duck boyfriend? Whatever. Stealing a thesis? Now you have gone too far!

That said, Christian... You are becoming more and more unlikeable. Josh is the only likeable - dangit Josh I was just saying you were likeable, and now you're sneaking around. And now you're dead, of course.

Do I get why the writers chose to make Christian more and more unlikeable as the movie goes along? Yes. They wanted the audience to be rooting for his demise.

Every death so far has been "justified" - Mark was terrible to begin with, and peeing on the tree and being killed for it is a "justified" death in the context of the movie, both from an audience perspective and the internal perspective of the cultists. I don't think the writers needed to make him a jerk, though - that just makes us root for his death in the first place, so there's very little punch when he disappears. You've been almost eagerly waiting for it to happen.

Josh on the other hand spends most of his time on screen being fairly likable, if bland and boring. He made a single mistake and was killed for it. As far as the cultists are concerned, his death is justified due to his mistake, but we as outside observers might feel it's a little unfair. I think his death could have more impact if he were more interesting as a character. But also, we already know Mark is dead too even though we haven't seen his body. Josh dying so soon as well just feels shallow.

And then there's Christian... Christian's personality has sort of shifted a lot. In the beginning of the movie and even up till the attestupa, he's still trying to be a good friend for Dani. But after that, his personality seems to shift more and more. If it's supposed to be a trauma response, it's not very clear. Overall, he just comes across as more and more of a jerk, but without any actual logic behind why he's suddenly a jerk.

I think the movie would've been stronger and more horrifying if it had not made any of them men jerks - if they had been warm, likeable people. If these cultists were just brutally murdering their guests for "little mistakes", or even perhaps for accidental infractions the characters could never have predicted, that would be terrifying.

It almost feels like making the men horrible people is being done to soften the blow for the audience, so they don't feel bad when the characters die.

That's weak writing, in my opinion. It's a horror movie, I want to feel horrified.

The flowers breathing is weird and I like it. I like what this movie is doing with lighting.

Ok, I have to admit I laughed at the old guy clapping his hands in Christian's face. Poor guy is very drugged and confused at this point. I would've liked it better if I actually felt sorry for him, but the writing is designed so you don't. I want to actually be upset that a nice guy is being torn from his girlfriend; I wish the wedge the villagers drove between them had been entirely artificial

I don't get why we saw the village prophet during the sex scene. Group screaming is very therapeutic though. The hen house scene is creepy but I'm not sure what purpose it serves. Seems like gore for the sake of gore. Ah and now she chooses. I mean, we don't see it on screen, but come on.

I'd heard the ending was "vague" but it seems pretty damn clear to me?? Very creepy, her final smile, too.

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Ight so, I had to throw something down for this, I had too, I changed the scenario just a tad bit but hopefully this fufills some of the vibes for this awesome call for Duke Tropes!

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" I've got eyes on Duke, he's heading up fifth towards the Narrows, I'm in pursuit."

" Copy. He scares easily and has a negative reaction to vigilantes, be careful Red Robin"

" Gotcha, I'll be gentle, dropping in now!"

Tim had been halfway to metrpolis when he got the ping on his communicator, a little red bat icon that signaled ALL HANDS ON DECK ASAP!

He'd been more then a little annoyed that he couldn't leave Gotham for 20 minutes without it falling apart but bats gotta do what a bats gotta do. So he'd shouted a quick apology to Kon, via the wind, and counted on super hearing to make him seem like less of a flake, before making a totally legal U-turn and speeding back.

When Tim hit Comms range he'd been filled in on the situation pretty quickly, as Batman forgot to turn off his mic and the All Comms channel got an earful of a very tiny voice yelling at him and nightwing to stay away

" Is that Duke?" Tim had asked, shocked to recognize the familiar lilts of his brothers voice so much younger, and squeakier.

" He got hit with something on his patrol earlier. We didn't even know it had happened till Alfred caught him sneaking out through the front door on cams all minified!" Dick said as the background of his transmission filled with rushing air. He was probably doing some stupid cool parkour that Tim totally wouldn't practice in secret later, totally.

" Typical Wayne family behavior if you ask me" Jason chimed in, an all bats alert really did mean all bats even the hooded ones who never came home for dinner. " Solo patrolling, hiding injuries, running away from Bruce, a right of passage really"

" No chatter on comms" Came Bruce's harsh growl.

Tim rolled his eyes as he grappled over the city, he was closing in on there location but the little yellow blip of Dukes tracker was moving in his direction. He could cut him off at the pass just before he hit the narrows.

Like a compass pointing due north Duke was heading home and Tim didn't want to know what would happen if he got there and saw it was gone.

God, if Duke really was as little as he sounded then his parents would still be alive he would be just a regular kid. A regular kid being chased by strangers in kevlar, yeah not fun.

" I can get to him faster. I'll engage from the front you guys flank me"

Three voices answered a quick "copy" and Tim took off.

Now he was here, perched on the edge of a building next to an alley about two blocks from Dukes old house. He'd managed to get ahead of his very little, oh my gosh so tiny! brother and watched as a loud noise from across the street sent him ducking into the alley.

Duke quickly found a place to hide, plastering himself against the side of dumpster and out of view of the street. His breathing was fast, little chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his energy. Duke really had given Jason, Dick, and Bruce a run for their money and Tim had no doubt the adrenaline was just about starting to wear off.

With a roll of his shoulders Tim did his best to silently shimmy down the side of the building and land gently on a fire escape near the dumpster. Unfortunately it gave a mighty groan under his weight, which jeez if Tim was too heavy for this thing there's no way it was up to code, and Duke looking up in a panic.

With his meta ability Duke had the uncanny ability to see extremely well in the dark, he'd explained how it worked to Tim once, something about his eyes naturally bending the light around darkened objects and how it was super helpful when he was on the night shift. It also meant that little Duke immediately caught sight of Tim and wedged himself as far between the dumpster and the wall next to him as he could.

" Go away!" Duke shouted, voice shaking as he did so. He sounded close to tears, this had been no doubt the most overwhelming night of his life he looked all of 8. " Go away, all of you! I didn't do anything wrong you can't chase me!"

Tim hurriedly stepped out of the half shadow crouch he'd assumed on the fire escape and into the meager light of the alley with his hands raised in surrender.

" Woah woah woah, it's ok, you're ok, I'm not trying to hurt you kiddo I'm just tryna get you home."

" I don't need your help getting home!" Duke cried " I know how to get there all on my own!"

Tim winced his chest pinching at the sound of his brother's voice breaking, ugh traumatizing this Tiny baby Duke was not good for his heart.

" I bet you do, you're a really smart kid Duke"

Duke tensed against the dumpster where he was hiding his face.

" How do you... know my name?"

Tim blinked, shit. " Uh- well somebody once said robin was magic so yeah let's call it robin magic"

Duke lifted his head cautiously, sniffling. His face had two clear streaks of tears down round baby fat cheeks and his bottom lip wobbled as he looked Tim up and down.

" Robin?" He asked confused.

Tim nodded his head, " yeah robin magic, for me cuz I'm robin, well I used to be robin I'm technically Red Robin now but-OOF"

Suddenly Tim was hit in the chest with 70 pounds of flailing arms and pointy elbows as Duke wrapped him in a fierce hug.

" Robin!" He cried out, staring up at Tim with the saddest little face in the world, it made Tim's heart melt.

" It's you! You're really him, you're robin! You've gotta help me Batman is chasing me, he musta thought I did something bad but I didn't I swear!"

Tim patted a tentative hand against Dukes back.

" It's ok, I know Batman can be intimidating but he'd never hurt you-"

" No! That's the old batman! The one from before. New Batmans bad! Last week he put a homeless guy who lived on my street in the hospital for stealing a car."

Tim winced, oh the timeline was all clicking into place, this baby Duke wasn't just younger he was from the past. The past where Bruce was still deep in mourning for his recently lost son and Batman was out of control on the streets.

Dukes reaction to batman chasing him made a helluva lot more sense in that context. God here Tim was again dealing with the consequences depressed and vengeful Bruce's actions. Looks like he was still taking out the trash at 17.

" He won't hurt you Duke, I know he's been scary lately but it's only because he's- well he's not thinking very straight"

Duke looked up at Tim still not totally convinced but Tim just ruffled his little brothers curls.

" I'm serious, the guys chasing you earlier, Nightwing, Batman, and Red Hood only want to help you out tater tot"

Duke wrinkled his nose at the nickname. " I don't need their help though I've got you. And you're the best Robin ever! Robin the third"

Tim couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. He was sure he was other people's favorite robin, he'd read those super hero rank forums and met some very dedicated batfans before but this was different. This was his brother.

Tim remembered being 10, remembered when all that mattered to him was Seeing Dick Grayson, the first Robin, streak across the night sky like a shooting star. Dick had been his robin, his little peice of childhood magic come to life.

And looking up at him now, with little stars replacing tears in his eyes, Duke was showing him the same thing.

" yeah, of course you've got me Duke, you got me. I'm your Robin."

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That's all I got folks, I banged this puppy out real quick so soz about the messiness and any mistakes. (Also I never write tropey fluff LMAO so hopefully this inspires a good fluff writer to get in on the action! )

hmmm deaged duke thomas REFUSING to let batman nightwing or red hood near him because when duke was a kid batman had just lost robin and was super violent on the streets, nightwing was in blud so duke wouldnt really know him and red hood has guns??? what??

and duke (this is the kid who reads people flawlessly and also trained to beat the riddler from an young age) is evading capture at every turn. his powers are erratic and hes starting to get scared, the manor will not let him out, and where are his parents-

when suddenly there he is. duke thomas’s robin, and his most trusted protector, tim drake.

just more of duke thomas with the tropes the other brothers get hit with all the time, and also more of tim being dukes robin please!!!

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty One]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 3291

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas,  The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.  

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Daisy hated detention, absolutely detested it. Of course James took to their weeks’ worth of detention like a duck to water despite rarely being punished these days, something Daisy was sure Lily was a factor in. But for her detention was a hard slog as her nights were robbed from her with whatever inane task McGonagall chose to allocate them that day. The dreadful thing was that the tasks didn’t require much attention which meant she couldn’t keep her mind away from having to tell Lily about going home for the summer. It was coming far too soon and was made more obvious to her as exams crept ever closer announcing the end of term. In the first few days James and Sirius had nagged her to get it over with but every time she looked at her sister she found that she couldn’t get the words out, her grief wrapping itself around her words and pulling them back down in to her chest. She would tell her, she just needed time. Which she found was not on her side as she watched James call defence club to attention and announce this was one of the last meetings before the end of term.

‘What why?’ Penelope said, her voice the first to call out from the group. ‘Because everyone’s going to be busy for the next few weeks,’ James said. ‘So?’ Penelope protested. ‘Yeah we’ve got a few weeks before summer,’ Rudy Scrimgeour reasoned. ‘Yeah and we’ve a million exams to do,’ Lily said. ‘Lil’s right and by the time they’re done it’s summer anyway,’ Remus chipped in, stirring Daisy’s nervous stomach with his reminder. ‘So what then? Do we just stop learning?’ Penelope scoffed. ‘Of course not,’ Daisy said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She had done very well at playing the cool girlfriend even if Penelope hadn’t made it easy seeing that she had done everything in her power to ensure Sirius was her only friend in the group. ‘There’s nothing to stop you practicing. Any of you,’ James said. ‘They’re right,’ Frank said, ‘because as fun as it is to learn all this stuff, us seventh years haven’t got time to do extracurriculars.’ ‘Frank’s right,’ Terry Bones agreed, ‘besides you lot are gonna be coming back so it’s hardly like this is the end for you is it.’ ‘Look it doesn’t have to be the last meeting today,’ James reasoned, still seeing a few disappointed faces. ‘Yeah we could probably squeeze one in just before the end of term but for now we’re probably better off having a break,’ Marlene added. ‘Well there’s no point wasting time then yes?’ Pierre asked, receiving an appreciative smile from the group leaders who started to coordinate what this meeting would be covering.

Sirius however couldn’t help but notice Penelope didn’t fall in line quite as quickly as everyone else. He’d been watching her from the sidelines perplexed by just how firm she’d been in not wanting to finish the club just yet. If anything he didn’t want to either but when the others had brought it up he realised they had a point and despite himself he couldn’t help but want to put some effort in this year considering he’d applied for the auror course and was yet to hear back.

As everyone dove into what they’d be doing he moved through the crowd towards Penelope, coming to stand by her side and offering her a sympathetic smile. She smiled back at him glumly. That was the other thing that perplexed him. That no matter how unfairly he’d treated her, stringing her along however unintentionally, they’d become friends. He hadn’t intended for it to go that way but she seemed to gravitate towards him. Not in a romantic way. No, he reasoned to himself, if he’d had sensed any lingering feelings he would’ve removed himself from the situation and forced her to buddy up with someone else, but there wasn’t anything there. No, their little dynamic was nice, familiar even.

He waited for a moment, glancing at her as she listened over the crowd to what James was telling them to do. She wasn’t looking at him, the sympathetic smile she’d given him now replaced by a tightness to her jaw that indicated her irritation was still present. Sirius folded his arms across his chest and cleared his throat, capturing her attention in an instant and making her eyebrow raise.

‘You okay?’ he asked. ‘Fine,’ she replied tightly, ‘why?’ ‘You just seemed upset,’ he said, the scrutiny of her gaze making him feel uncomfortable so he looked back towards James who was explaining the theory behind how to produce a patronus charm. ‘It’s just a shame about the club,’ Penelope said quietly, her eyes also locked on James, ‘I like it here.’ ‘Me too,’ Sirius said, the honesty in her voice enticing him to look at her though she kept her gaze forward. She didn’t look angry anymore, if anything she looked sad, her melancholy making her look younger somehow, ‘we all do but with exams it’s probably best we have a break.’ ‘Yeah, yeah you’re right,’ she said, finally looking up at him. As she did Sirius couldn’t help but stare feeling something was off but he didn’t know what. Did her raven black hair look lighter? Her electric blue eyes duller, almost grey like his own. ‘What?’ she asked self-consciously as he ogled her. ‘Nothing,’ he mumbled, unable to place what was wrong. ‘Are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ she reasoned. ‘I’m fine you just looked…different,’ he said, now feeling self-conscious himself for having been caught staring at her. ‘Really?’ she asked, panic lacing her tone. Sirius didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to which is why he was glad when she answered for him, hurriedly saying, ‘it’s probably because I’m not feeling too good. Actually I think I better go to Madam Pomfrey.’ ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, um see you later,’ she said, slinking through the crowd as he muttered goodbye. He watched her go unable to place his finger on what it was about her that felt different, but as James called his name and beckoned him over to help he put it to the back of his mind.

Yet it wasn’t at the back of Daisy’s mind as she watched Penelope hurry from the room. She hadn’t been listening, she was too far away for that, but she had been keeping a close eye on the pair, cool girlfriend reputation be damned. She didn’t know why it intrigued her so much. She knew there was nothing between them and yet she couldn’t help but have a curiosity about Penelope or rather why Penelope was here. Of course there was the obvious, she was muggleborn like Daisy, but given how she’d reacted when the pair of them had gotten together it just didn’t sit right with the blonde. Especially not how she was happy to try and befriend Sirius. Which was probably why she was finding her feet following her, grabbing the bag she’d left by the door so that she had a reason to do so.

‘Penny!’ Daisy called as she hurtled down the stairs, the sound of footsteps not so far ahead of her. She hoped she’d wait for her to catch up and as she reached the bottom of the stairs and spotted a figure standing just outside the alcove she thought she had and lunged forward to stop her.

‘Penny wait you’ve forgot your bag-’ she said grabbing the figure by the shoulder though as they spun around she found it wasn’t Penelope, ‘oh it’s you.’ ‘Nice to see you too,’ Regulus said, rolling his eyes before he yanked his arm out of her grasp. ‘What are you doing up here?’ she asked as he pulled away from her, irritably adjusting his cloak so that it pulled around him fully. Daisy wondered why he was even bothering to wear the damn thing, the sweltering summer heat leaving her own skin muggy from where she’d run downstairs. ‘Funnily enough Slytherins are allowed out of the dungeons once in a while,’ he said drily, ‘besides I could ask you the same thing.’ ‘Nothing,’ Daisy lied, a little too quickly. Regulus’ steel grey eyes narrowed, watching her sceptically. Yet she didn’t cower to him even if her poker face had been poor. ‘Sure,’ Regulus replied, ‘don’t worry I’m sure whatever you were up to isn’t anything more exciting than having a quick fumble with my brother in some random broom cupboard.’ ‘You know Sirius. Surprised I can catch my breath,’ she mocked. ‘You’re so funny,’ Regulus snipped. ‘Well there must be something your brother likes about me,’ she replied, ‘you probably would too if you stopped being so narrow minded.’ ‘And you’re what? Loving and non-judgemental to all?’ Regulus snorted. ‘Yeah well when your mates try to kill students for fun it kinda makes it hard to like you. Still I suppose it’s not all bad given how tremendously shit they are at executing a plan,’ Daisy laughed. ‘You sure about that?’ Regulus sneered, halting her laughter in its tracks. ‘What?’ she asked, a nervous feeling in her stomach which worsened as Regulus shook his head and attempted to leave. She didn’t let him though, grabbing him by the cloak and stopping him from moving, ‘no go on spit it out.’ ‘Dais where are you?’ Marlene’s voice echoed off the stone staircase as she appeared at the alcove, clocking the pair of them, ‘oh.’ ‘Not be a minute,’ Daisy said hurriedly though as she turned to look at her friend Regulus shook out of her grasp, ‘where are you going?’ ‘Leaving,’ he said simply, evidently not caring about how demanding her voice had gotten. ‘What are you on about?’ Daisy pressed following him as he headed up the corridor. Regulus kept his eyes forward, ignoring her as she harped on at him, his jaw clenched. Daisy didn’t care. Not when he’d hinted at the suspicions she’d been having since they’d caught the Slytherins. She had wanted to be wrong, to think that they’d caught them up to whatever they were going to do but now it felt as though she had been right, that Regulus was confirming she was right to have doubts.

‘Dais,’ Marlene said nervously. ‘Just a minute,’ Daisy snapped but in her distraction he’d gotten away from her and was now too far up the corridor for her to chase not that it stopped her from shouting, ‘Regulus what are you on about?’ He was by a closed door, his hand on the knob as he had prepared to go through but at her calling he paused. He seemed to be deliberating something, his mind whirring behind familiar grey eyes as he thought of what to say. After a beat he sighed and said, ‘let’s just say I’m not the only one who has noticed where you and your boyfriend have a quick fumble.’

And with that he flounced through the door and out of sight leaving Daisy’s mind spinning in the process. What did that mean? Of course she’d suspected they’d been keeping tabs on them. It was what they’d been doing after all but did they know about the club? Were they planning something? If they were most likely it’d be for her or James given they were the ones that usurped their original plans.

‘What was that about?’ Marlene asked, appearing at her side when she failed to turn around. ‘I don’t know,’ Daisy said grimly, ‘but it’s not good.’

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Over the next couple of days Daisy found herself torn though granted it was mostly about what to fret over - Lily or Regulus. It had gotten so bad she found her worries only leaving the forefront of her mind when faced with mountains of revision. Though she knew she had to tell Lily soon she was now in a constant debate whether or not to tell the group what Regulus had said. After all it could’ve been an empty threat, a bruised ego spewing bile, and yet she felt something niggling her. It didn’t help that whenever Regulus’ name was thrown in the mix whilst talking about the Slytherins or death eaters Sirius grew quiet. He never expressed it out loud but Daisy could see the sadness in his eyes thinking of the path his brother was headed down. So for now she was keeping quiet. At least until she knew what they were up to besides it wasn’t as though they were due another club meeting for at least a week or two.

Fortunately that was easy to do as she arrived at breakfast Sunday morning and spotted James in the middle of a staring contest with a letter. He didn’t look up as she took a seat opposite him, sliding in beside Sirius who placed his hand on her thigh the moment she was seated. Instead he kept his eyes glued to the envelope which was propped up against his goblet of pumpkin juice.

‘What’s that?’ Daisy said curiously as she grabbed a piece of toast from the rack. ‘My letter from the auror’s board,’ James said, finally looking at her. ‘Oh cool!’ Daisy said excitedly, ‘what does it say?’ ‘He doesn’t know. He won’t open it,’ Sirius said through a mouthful of cornflakes. ‘Why not?’ Daisy asked incredulously. ‘Search me,’ Sirius said in a manner that suggested he’d already gone over this conversation a million times before she’d gotten there. ‘I thought you didn’t care if they don’t want you,’ Daisy reasoned, remembering all the bravado he’d given at every step of applying whilst Lily worried on his behalf. ‘Well I don’t,’ James lied, ‘obviously it’s their loss if they don’t but…’ ‘Lilys made you worry,’ Daisy finished. At that he looked up, chewing nervously on his lip which confirmed the sentiments were true. Daisy sighed.

‘I’m not worried,’ he started, ‘it’s just she’s been so excited for me to get onto the course and well this is the first step I don’t want to disappoint her.’ ‘She won’t care if you don’t get in,’ Daisy said smiling as James threw her a pointed look, ‘okay that’s a lie she definitely will but only because she knows how much it means to you. Besides, you're worrying and you don’t even know if there’s anything to worry about yet.’ ‘Oh yeah? If that’s the case why haven’t you told her about not wanting to go home for summer,’ James challenged. ‘Don’t take it out on her mate,’ Sirius warned. At that James realised he’d gone too far and his face grew sheepish as she said, ‘sorry.’ ‘It’s alright,’ Daisy smiled, ‘and I am going to tell her soon I promise. I’m just trying to find the right time. And anyway at least I know she might not take my news so well. You don't know anything until you open it.’ ‘She’s got a point,’ Sirius agreed. James looked between them and then sighed before he reached forward and grabbed the letter, opening it up and scanning through it quickly.

‘So?’ Daisy asked after giving as much time as she could bear to wait. ‘I got an exam,’ James said, beaming at her as his nerves disappeared. ‘Well done mate,’ Sirius replied. ‘Pads is right, well done!’ Daisy smiled, looking at Sirius as she added, ‘we just need to get yours now and we’ll be set.’ ‘Well actually I already did,’ Sirius said. ‘What? When?!’ Daisy gawked. ‘This morning. I was checking Regulus’ post again, there was nothing in it as per,’ he said. ‘Never mind that,’ Daisy persisted, too impatient to think of the Slytherins right now. Not when this was the only thing she’d felt good about in the past few days. Sirius shrugged and said, ‘I got one too.’ ‘Sirius, that's amazing!’ she said leaning to cuddle into his side for a moment before pulling away and saying, ‘we should celebrate!’ ‘Dais it’s just an invite for the exam,’ Sirius said quietly. ‘I don’t care. It’s a big deal we’re celebrating,’ she said firmly and after a quick glance at one another the boys nodded along knowing there was no point in telling her no.

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Given the fact everyone was swamped with revision Daisy’s celebrations had been restricted down to just hanging out in the attic for the night much to the boy's relief. Still she tried to make it a little more special by producing a cake she’d gotten from the kitchens that had ‘Congratulations’ smushed across it. She didn’t know why she was going all out over such a little thing. Obviously the boys had a point, seeing as this was only the first basic step in becoming an auror and there were a load more obstacles they had to come, but given the way of the world and all her worries she couldn’t help but want to cherish the little things.

Still as fun as it was, it didn't stop a new school week from coming ever closer and so around eleven pm Lily decreed that they should head to bed and after tidying up the attic they checked the map and confirmed that the coast was clear to sneak back to Gryffindor tower. Whilst the boys took the lead the girls brought up the rear, chatting quietly about the first exam of the season which was transfiguration on Tuesday.

‘I definitely think that there’ll be a question on Gamp’s law so you should definitely recap that,’ Lily said. ‘I looked at that the other day I think,’ Daisy said. ‘Good, because I think she’ll make it worth a few marks,’ Lily said, as she pushed her hair back from her face, running her hand across her ear as she did which caused her eyes to go wide as she said, ‘oh my God!’ ‘What is it?’ Daisy said, pausing as she realised her sister had stopped in her tracks. ‘My earring is gone,’ Lily said. ‘What?’ Daisy asked. ‘My earring,’ she said panicked, ‘the earrings James gave me for my birthday.’ ‘Let’s have a look,’ Daisy said, pushing her sister’s hair back so that she could see her now bare lobe. ‘It must be upstairs,’ Lily said nervously. ‘When would it have come out?’ Daisy asked. ‘Well James and I were never mind,’ Lily mumbled, flushing bright crimson as she realised what she was going to admit to. Daisy rolled her eyes and diverted the conversation away from the elephant in the room as she said, ‘well let’s just go and look for it.’ ‘No, James can’t know I’ve lost it!’ Lily bit back.

‘What are you two doing?’ James called, snapping the pair’s attention to where the boys were watching them suspiciously. ‘Nothing we just-’ Daisy started though she didn’t know where her answer was going and neither did Lily which was why she interjected and said, ‘Daisy’s lost her ring.’ ‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, glancing at her sister before back at the others, ‘must’ve slipped off in the attic. We were just gonna nip back and look for it.’ ‘Want us to come?’ Sirius asked, his eyes trailing down to Daisy’s hand which she shoved in the pocket of her jeans quickly hoping he hadn’t spotted the ring that was still definitely in place. ‘No it’s alright,’ Lily said, ‘I’m sure we can find it.’ ‘Are you sure?’ James frowned. ‘Yep,’ Lily said, dragging her sister as she turned towards the attic, ‘only be two minutes, right Dais?’ ‘Yeah,’ Daisy said. fighting the urge to roll her eyes as Lily tugged her along. The boys were still watching, suspicious due to their shifty behaviour but she threw them a smile in the hopes to reassure them and said, ‘see you back the common room yeah?’

She only managed to see Sirius nod in recognition before she was yanked through a door towards the attic. Once they were through Lily released her grip on her sister who straightened up, smoothing her t-shirt out as she said, ‘subtly done Lil.’ ‘Sorry,’ Lily said meekly, ‘I just don’t want him to know I’ve lost it.’ ‘By the sounds of it it’s his fault it’s missing,’ Daisy said, ‘he should be the one wading through couch cushions.’ ‘It shouldn’t take long I think I know where it might’ve gone,’ Lily explained. They were on the corridor to the attic now, the alcove just around the corner only as they turned down it they found they weren’t alone. Standing by the door just across from them was Penelope. Given the lateness of the hour the girls were surprised to see her but it was nothing compared to how startled she looked. Daisy thought for a moment it was due to Lily’s prefect status but it wasn’t as though she could do anything, she wasn’t on rounds and to pull someone up on breaking curfew when the pair of them were doing the same wasn’t going to wash. Nevertheless her panic didn’t fade and without a word she scurried through the open door, slamming it behind her harder than expected. Lily watched her go but then turned her attention back to the task at hand and continued her journey to the attic stairs. Daisy however couldn’t shake that niggling feeling.

‘That was weird right?’ Daisy asked, moving quickly to her sister’s side so she wasn’t left behind. ‘Yeah a bit,’ Lily said. ‘Do you think she was up in the attic?’ Daisy asked, ‘I mean it’s not like there’s even anything up on this floor.’ ‘Maybe. She probably just forgot something,’ Lily reasoned as she entered the alcove but before she could duck around the statue and head up the stairs Daisy stopped her. ‘Why not come back on the day then? I mean the last meeting was days ago,’ Daisy reasoned, unable to shake that easy feeling inside her though she didn’t know why. After all the attic wasn’t solely theirs even though they’d commandeered it. All members of the club were allowed to go up there but there was something in the back of her brain that made her feel nervous. Lily’s nerves however didn’t seem present, her focus still on the task at hand as she said, ‘maybe she’s only just realised.’ ‘But what would it be? Me and Sirius dropped her bag off at Ravenclaw tower. One of the first years took it in. Why would she-’ ‘Oh Dais for god sake!’ Lily said exasperatedly, taking off up the stairs with Daisy on her heels, ‘I’ve got more important things to be worried about.’ ‘Yeah like how you’re going to find fifty galleons to buy more earrings if we can’t find these,’ Daisy teased. ‘Oh don’t say that,’ Lily sighed. ‘I’m only kidding,’ Daisy giggled. ‘Yeah well stop it,’ Lily said.

They’d reached the top of the stairs now and Lily whipped her wand out from her pocket to unlock the door. Daisy loitered by top of the stairs but as Lily swished her wand and muttered, ‘alohomora,’ the familiar clunk of the door unlocking didn’t come. At that Daisy straightened up because she was sure they’d locked it behind them. Lily didn’t notice there was anything amiss and Daisy didn’t have time to remind her about it because the door was barely open before there was a deafening boom and Daisy was thrown back down the stairs, hitting every step like a rag doll until finally she lost consciousness.

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[ali-r3n]

Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader

Your Step Brother doesn’t like how close you’re getting to his rival, King Steve Harrington

Verbal Abuse, Steve being a Sweetheart, Billy being a huge prick

“Stay away from my sister, Harrington.”

“I will. If she wants me to.”

Y/N’s older step brother had always been a dick, but since they moved to Hawkins, Indiana he just became angry.

The minute that they drove into the small town their was an unspoken agreement between the two step siblings. He wouldn’t mess with her and she wouldn’t mess with him.

He reluctantly drove her and Max around in his Camaro. Though Y/N got the feeling that if Neil hadn’t made him, they would be forced to walk. She wasn’t complaining…Billy may be a dick, but he had a cool car. So, she could put up with a few minutes of being in close proximity to him if it meant that she could ride in it.

Y/N walked out of Hawkins High on her first day. She knocked into another classmate and spilled the books that she held in her arms.

They sneered at her and walked away, leaving her to pick up her stuff herself. She kneeled down and began to gather her textbooks.

“Here, let me help,” a male voice stated.

She looked up as he squatted down to grab one. He gave her a friendly smile while he handed her the book.

“Thanks.”

“Steve,” he introduced.

“Y/N.”

“You’re new, right?”

“That obvious?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s a small town. I’d recognize you if you lived here longer.”

“Maybe I just blend into the background.”

He shook his head. “Not possible. I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.”

Y/N ducked her head, flustered.

Once she had all of her books, they stood up. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gave him a small smile.

"It was nice to meet you, Steve."

He nodded. "I'll see you around, Y/N."

She walked to the parking lot and up to the Camaro where her Step Brother leaned against it. Max stood on the other side, her skateboard in hand.

"You're late," he stated.

"I tripped and spi-"

"Jesus Christ, I don't care. Just get in the car and if you're late again, you and your brat sister can walk home."

Y/N's jaw clenched. "Don't call her that!"

He pushed off the side of his car and closed the distance between her. He stared her down. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

"Y/N," Max said. "Just leave it."

She glared up at him for moment before she looked away.

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

She swallowed the knot in her throat as they climbed into his car. Y/N looked out the window as he sped out of the parking lot.

"So, you're friends with King Steve, now?" he asked, out of the blue.

She blinked and turned to face him. "What?"

"You heard me. Stay away from him."

Billy Hargrove's mood swings was going to give her whiplash. One minute he was being a dick and the next he was playing the part of the concerned brother.

"Why?" she asked. "He's nice."

He snorted. "He was being nice because he wants to get in your pants."

His comment made her bristle. "That's not true."

"God, you're so naive. The only reason guys are nice to girls like you are because they find you easy."

"Girls like me?" she asked, quietly.

"Boring and ugly."

Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away before he could see her.

Asshole, she thought.

Y/N stormed into the house when he parked and made a beeline for her room. She climbed onto her bed and buried her face into her pillow where she screamed, "I HATE YOU!"

She sniffled and turned around when she heard a soft knock on her door.

"Y/N?" Max said, quietly.

"Come in."

Her younger sister entered her room. She joined her on the bed and gave her a hug.

"He's wrong, you know. You're not boring or ugly. If Steve likes you, he's really lucky."

"Thanks, Max."

"Harrington," Billy stated as he switched off the shower as the other teen washed his hair.

"What do you want, Hargrove?" he asked.

"I want you to stay away from my sister."

He snorted. "I don't even know who your sister is."

"Y/N. She's very naive and she doesn't need some pretty boy like you taking advantage of her."

"Look at you playing the part of the doting brother. I'll stay away from her. If she wants me to."

Billy stepped closer, a dangerous glint in his eye. "It's in your best interest to listen to me, Harrington," he threatened before he grabbed a towel and left the shower.

"Douchebag," Steve muttered.

Once dressed, he walked into the hallway.

"Steve!"

He stopped mid-step and turned with a smile when Y/N Mayfield approached him.

"Hey," he greeted.

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me the other day."

"Anytime."

"Would you...maybe...want to hang out this weekend?" she asked, shyly.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

He could feel Hargrove glaring into the back of his head and ignored him.

"I'd love to go out with you."

Steve Harrington meant what he said...he'd stay away from Y/N Mayfield if she and only she wanted him to. He wasn't going to let Billy "Douche" Hargrove tell him what to do.

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[talescfshadows]

What the shit?! This was so cool. So cool in fact that he was happy to have someone use GREEN when writing him instead of red for him. But that was an anecdote for another day because right now he was standing in front of the one and only Homelander. Mr Seven, Mr off-brand EVIL SUPERMAN with a dollop of insanity mixed all up in there. It was a pot calling the kettle black as Wade wasn't exactly a poster boy for sanity himself but well...the proof was in the pudding. And not even one of those good puddings that made your mouth water either. No. It was one of those crummy puddings your grandma insisted was nice when it actually tasted like ass. Not a literal one mind you, it just tasted yucky, but the metaphor still worked. Or was it a simile?

Oh who cared. It wasn't important anyway. Who cared about getting grammar right when you could make your point with the pointy end of a katana?

What were they talking about again? Oh right. The whole being a comic book character shtick.

❝ Oh my gawwwwd ❞ He gasped, dragging his words out. ❝ Did they not tell you? Ha! ❞ He laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious. ❝ We're all made up. ❞ Skipping over he jumped up onto the table shaped like the number seven and parked his ass down on it, swinging his legs back and forth. ❝ But you wanna know the real kicker? The big JUICY SECRET? ❞ He motioned for Homelander to come closer. ❝ You were designed as an evil version of Superman from DC comics and Captain America from Marvel comics— ❞ Reaching over, he booped Homelander on the nose ❝—All squished together into one pretty package. And then my adorable little psycho, you got turned into a TV show, where in universe you have movies about yourself, and now you're being written as an rp character by some AWESOME person on the internet. ❞

With a grin (that was hidden under his mask) he made a heart sign with his hands, just a small way of showing how much he loved the man even if he was a big bag of dicks. ❝ Oh honey bun, you have no fucking clue how odd I am. ❞ He'd been called a lot worse, but it was like water off a duck's back, none of the insults that came his way did anything to him. Perhaps it was because of how insane he was, or maybe it was because he was too SELF AWARE for it to mean anything. Either way, he ended up just shrugging it off. ❝ Did the people not tell you who I am? Wow rude much? ❞ Sliding off of the table, he offered his hand for Homelander to shake, which was kind of reductive by this point after he'd already booped the man on the nose which obviously meant they were best buddies now. ❝ The name's Deadpool ❞

as plotted w/ @talescfshadows for deadpool

Well, that was cause of reason for the gears in John's head to turn. While there was a switch off between his thought and motions, his eyes darted back and forth between Deadpool and the field of his own concerns. What's said sent him a few mental paces backward. Again in his head, his foot stepped on the breaks he breathed. As usual, Homelander's too transparent. He's too readable. As he'll have offered a hand shake between holding out his hand, there's reason while he would freeze. His hand dropped now while dismissing the effort he would've placed into that ideal of meet and greet. He doesn't mean to stare the mask man to judge--and even when he does it was more to do with his curiosity than it was ever to do with rudeness--at least first. He stared longer before speaking as though he just might've been trying to solve the most difficult puzzle that's yet to be solved. Even more that he was prompted to survey his surroundings, his head turned. As though there might have been another presence he wasn't aware of, he couldn't help but wonder. "I'm sorry, hold on. You're in...comics...Are you talking to..." He'd mouth the word 'how' as he's inaudible for that singular wording. "Let's just..get straight to the fucking point, okay? What are--who--are you even? You're odd. Insane." That's the pot calling the kettle black. Someone who tended to shoot lasers out of his eyes for just about any slight minor inconvenience.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

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Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt.2

I am telling you guys right there is to be a LOTTTT more smut within this series. This is only the beginning. Hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1 !

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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Arriving at Celeste you were in awe at how many people were always here. Not wanting to brag but your club was by far the best at bringing in not only money but also people. You knew what people wanted. The feeling of letting go with a hint of sexual tension and endless booze. You all went up to your usual spot. Right in the middle up top so you had a view of the whole place.

“Y/N,” said your favorite waitress Cleo.

“Lo! So good to see you.” You said hugging her. “How’s everything?”

“Everything is actually amazing. Tonight has been nothing but smooth.” She smiled.

“I meant with you silly.” You nudge her arm. “How’s baby girl?”

“Of course!” she giggled. “She’s amazing, finally almost ready for school. I may just cry.”

“Well don’t, you may make me cry.” You smiled, rubbing her arm.

“The usual I presume?” She asked.

“Boys?” You looked at your husbands.

A round of yes’ and sures were heard.

You laughed.

“Yes and get something for yourself as well!” You pointed after her.

She nodded.

“You are just too nice.” Namjoon said, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s an amazing worker and mother.” You smiled. “I think I’ll keep her around.”

He nodded.

Once the drinks were brought you downed a few shots to start.

“You better behave tonight.” Yoongi said.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smirked at him grabbing another shot.

“You know exactly what he means.” Taehyung said from beside him.

You giggle at the memory of you fighting off some drunk guys who started a fight with Chi. You were buzzed but boy did you impress your boys, not a scratch left on you. That was a night to remember.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You said practically bouncing in Joon’s lap at the beat of the music. “Anyone wanna join me?”

“I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Kookie said.

You smiled, shaking your ass as you headed for the dance floor. You found your girls at the edge of the dance floor talking with Cleo.

“Ladies.” You said hugging Chi from behind.

“Someone’s on one.” Said Skye laughing.

“I’ve had a few shots. I feel amazing.” You smiled, running your hands down your body.

They all giggled.

You removed your blazer leaving you in your dress as you didn’t wanna get warm.

“Shall we?” You said pulling them to the floor.

They all yelled in excitement.

Fever by ENHYPEN started playing and you all were grinding on each other. You were in your element. From above your boys watched you. They were in awe of you.

“You gotta see her. She looks hot.” Hobi said.

“That dress.” Jimin said. “I had no idea it was backless.” He bit his lip.

“She’s playing with fire tonight.” Yoongi said.

“This is gonna be a LONGGGGG week for her.” Tae said, smirking.

“Look at her grinding on them.” Joon said. “She knows what she does to us.”

“I’m going down.” Kook said.

They all nodded, eyes still on you.

Letting the music take you, you felt a pair of familiar hands on your body.

“Nice of you to join me.” You smirked, grinding into him.

“You looked too good, I had too.” He held your hips in place.

You hummed, throwing your head back into him.

“Beside,” he began “the show you put on with Chi and Skye, you were killing us.”

“You enjoyed it?” You turned to face him.

“Baby I am so close to taking you right now.” He said. “So what do you think?”

You turned back around grinding hard into him.

His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t start this little one if you know what’s good for you.” He growled into your ear.

“But I like it, baby.” You pouted. “Don’t you?”

You stepped away from him, hands running on your body as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

“Let’s get a drink kitty,” Chi said, pulling you from Kookie.

“Bye baby.” You smiled leaving him on the dance floor.

He shook his head before making his way back upstairs.

“She will be the death of me.” He said plopping down next to V.

“She’s trouble that one.” Yoongi said, sipping his drink.

“Girl you are so gonna get it when you get home.” Chi said.

“Ugh you are so lucky.” Skye said.

“All that dick and they're good looking? I’d be prancing around like that too.” Chi said.

You giggled.

“They treat me like royalty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled while sipping your drink. “Besides, they liked the show we put on for them.” You smirked.

“Oh really now?” Chi said.

“Maybe we should take it up a notch.” Skye said.

You knew exactly what they meant.

“Let me find the perfect song.” You smirked walking away.

Sacrifice by Black Atlass ft. Jessie Reyes began playing. You knew what this song did to them, especially if it involved you.

Taking your girls to the middle. You all started off solo before moving in together. Chi in the front, you in the middle and Skye behind you. The boys were watching you like hawks. They knew you had your way with women but boy did it rile them up seeing you like this in the middle of them. Both of them kissing on you as you grabbed Chi's ass pulling her closer. This was nothing new between you three. You had your few share of moments between each other but it never meant anything and never ruined your friendship over it. You knew what you were doing and you were pleased to look up and see them all staring, you blew them a kiss before going back to dancing as the song was coming to an end. Making your way back up top, all eyes were on you.

“You,” V began. “Will be the death of me.”

“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” You bit your bottom lip.

“I should take you here right now,” Hoseok growled. “Let everyone know what a naughty slut you’ve been.” He bit your neck. Earning a moan.

“Shall we head home then?” You put a finger under his chin.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi said, pulling you away.

Walking through the club to leave the girls spotted you being rushed away. They giggled. They knew what kinda night was underway for you.

“Don’t break her!!” Skye yelled.

“We have a retreat after your vacation. She’s gotta be there.” Chi added.

You laughed at them waving bye.

Getting into the limo you were placed on Jimin’s lap.

“You were naughty tonight.” He whispered in your ear making you squirm.

“Do you know the things we wanna do to you?” Hoseok said into your other ear.

“I wasn’t that bad daddy.” You moaned out as Jimin began doing circles on your nipple. Hoseok pulled your dress up, exposing you. The cool air hitting you made you moan.

“No bra or panties?” Yoongi said. “It’s like you wanted a punishment.”

“But look at how wet I am for you daddy.” You whined out at them.

They groaned, they loved you in this state. All turned on and willing to do anything for them.

“Touch me baby.” You whined at Jimin who was running his finger on your thigh getting very close to your heat.

“Not here princess, we’re almost home.” He whispered.

You let out a whine.

“Keep it up little one or you won’t be getting any dick tonight.” Jin said sternly.

You instantly shut up.

“That’s a good girl.” Namjoon said.

Once home they all hurried inside, Jimin holding your waist kissing on your neck as you walked in the house.

Once inside he pushed you into the door leaving a trail of wet kisses on you.

“Tonight Jimin and Hobi have their way with you.” Jin said. Earning a whine from Jungkook.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can have a taste tomorrow.” You said biting your lip.

“You’re in for princess.” Hoseok said, putting you over his shoulder.

He entered the play room (Red Room if you will) placing you on your feet.

“That was fun.” You giggled.

“It’ll be more fun once these clothes are gone.” Jimin said.

“Strip baby.” Hobi ordered.

You pulled the straps down your arms before letting the dress slip to your feet leaving you in your heels. They both looked at you in awe. The curviness of your body drives them crazy. You bent down to undo your heels when they stopped you.

“Leave them princess.” Hoseok said.

You stood back up.

“Aren’t you both a little too dressed.” You crossed your arms.

They began undressing, your eyes practically ready to fall out at the sight of them. You were ready for them.

They saw you staring, Jimin beckoned you with his finger to come to them. You instantly got on all fours and crawled. Once in front of them you were eye level with their cocks. You reached out for them only to be swatted away.

“Bed. Now.” Hoseok ordered.

You got onto bed waiting on your back. The quietness of the room only made you more anxious. You were about to speak when you felt a mouth on you, making you cry out. You grabbed onto what you could that thing being Jimin’s head. The things he was doing to you were incredible.

“Jimin.” You moaned out. “More..please.”

“You want more baby?” He said in between licks.

He soon entered a finger making you moan loud. You felt the bed dip, looking over you were met you Hobi’s dick.

“Open little one.” He said.

You opened eager to taste him. He entered with ease , starting off with a slow pace before ducking your throat. You were in heaven.

“I’m gonna add a second, okay baby?” He asked.

You moaned out against Hoseok's dick as a second finger entered you. The vibrations from you caused Hobi to groan, almost bottoming out.

“I-I’m close.” you moaned.

“No you’re not.” Jimin said, removing his fingers.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n.” Hoseok growled. “Ass up.”

You got up quick.

“That's a good girl.” Jimin said coming up behind you.

He began running his tip against your opening.

“I-I need you..now.” you moaned out. “Stop teasing.”

“Why should I?” He began. “You’ve done nothing but tease us all night.”

“But you enjoyed it.” You giggled.

Jimin slapped you on the ass. You moaned loud.

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. The amount of times you have had them all in you and yet you still couldn’t handle it.

You cried out gripping the sheets as he entered you fully.

“Move baby.” You said.

He began slow, building up a steady pace. You were a morning mess.

“You like when hyung fills you up?” Hoseok said watching Jimin fuck you.

You cried out.

“Answer him.” Jimin said earning a slap to your ass.

“Yes Hobi,” you moaned out.

“What was that?” He said getting close to you.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled out.

“Good girl, look at you taking his cock.” He cooed.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Cum baby.” You yelled out. “Give it to me.”

A few more strokes and he bottomed out. You collapsed, laying on your stomach for a few seconds before Hoseok flipped you over.

“Get ready baby.” He smirked.

Sex with Hoseok was something else, he was always tying you up and doing everything in his power to please you.

“We’re not going all out tonight.” He said entering you. “ I’m not going to last very long.”

You cried out as he began a brutal pace. He knew exactly what to do to get you to cum. You could feel the knot beginning to form in you, you were close.

“I’m close Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Me too baby,” he said almost out of breath. “Just hold out for a bit, ok?”

You nodded trying your hardest, you ended up clenching around him making him lose focus.

“Cum for me princess,” he said.

You cried out as you released on him. He came soon after. You were out of breath, you couldn’t wait for what the next few days brought you. They took notice of your state and knew you were to pass out soon,

“Let’s clean up baby and then you can head to bed.” Jimin said already working to clean you up.

After cleaning up they placed you in your bed, both getting in on either side of you. Both wrapped their arms around you making you feel safe, you soon began to drift off to sleep.

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Starker - The Beach War

Peter loves the sunshine.

He loves the sand under his toes, the little shore-line waves bumping against his ribs, he loves the sound of gulls swooping low, but he loves the sunshine most of all.

Steve warns him not to spend too much time out in the sun. Steve buys him sunscreen and umbrellas and hats.

But if the damning red crest over the bridge of his nose is anything to go by- Peter takes little heed.

“I’m going to aerobics,” Peter chirps sweetly, pouring coffee into Steve’s mug and reaching for his headband on a Tuesday morning.

His husband, in slacks and a still-unbuttoned shirt, looks up from the morning paper with a small, curious smile. “Didn’t you go yesterday?”

Peter nods, “I like it.”

“Alright. I suppose you deserve to enjoy yourself. Now that I’m officially a ballot candidate, thanks to you.”

Peter smiles warmly, reaching over to kiss Steve’s mouth and wipe the toast crumbs from his husband’s chin. “We all collected those signatures.”

Steve laughs at his modesty. “It’s one step closer to stopping Stark from destroying this town. I won’t rest till it’s done, Pete. Bucky’s coming over today, to help with the campaign.”

“Okay. Well, there’s lasagne in the fridge left over, will you two be alright?”

“Yeah.” His blue eyes run over Peter’s face. “Have you been wearing suncream?”

“Yes,” Peter lies, but is it really a lie? He tries to. He does, at least like, 50% of the time. Maybe 40.

Steve accepts it easily, and kisses Peter again, and then Peter’s out of the door and into the sunshine and free.

***

Class is perfect. Adrenaline-pumping, vibrant, fantastic, and it fills Peter with energy and when it’s over, dripping with sweat as he heads into the cool, air-conditioned bliss of the mall and wiggles his toes in his shoes.

He’s free the whole day.

He’s going to spend it in the water. On the beach.

He buys a danish from the new mall store, and is heading for the automatic doors when it catches his eye.

A familiar face. Or rather, fifteen of that unfamiliar face, splashed across a display for the new colour tvs. Beck. Peter stops despite himself and watches through the glass as fifteen Quinten Beck’s lecture on how environmental restrictions are really just restricting progress.

Peter takes another bite of his Danish and warm icing dribbles down his fingers. He licks it off angrily. Ugh, Beck. He was a dick in college, and he’s an even bigger dick now. What did Peter ever see in him?

He scoffs, turning away, only to come face-to-face with-

Oh. Handsome. Very handsome. Peter can’t help but be a little winded at the tanned skin, groomed hair and expensive suit and then-

Oh. Shit. It’s Tony Stark. Is it? It must be. It looks like him from the papers, and the interviews and- Yes. Yes, it is. The camera’s, already flattering, still don’t do him justice. It’s Tony Stark. Standing right here, in the mall that he had all those trees chopped down to make.

“You seemed drawn to him, and then you scoffed. It doesn’t speak to you?”

Peter blinks. Stark’s voice is lovely. Smooth. Just how it sounds in the adverts. “Oh!” Peter hums, hastily swallowing his mouthful of Danish. Stark’s eyes are roving over him- not even subtly. What is he looking for? Peter shifts a little in his workout gear. These shorts are very short, he must look- there’s probably icing on his lips and- “I don’t- I wasn’t drawn to him.” Peter insists, “I just know him- uh, Beck. I know him in real life.”

“I see,” Stark grins, eyes all amused, “do you have one?”

Peter blinks. He watches Tony’s eyes dip over his form once again. Rest on his lips. Peter licks them reflexively. He knows Tony isn’t married, but- “I do. I’m uh- I’m married. Sorry.”

Tony laughs, and Peter feels his cheeks flush. “I meant: do you have a colour tv? I know you’re married.”

Peter frowns. How is that possible- oh. He glances at his ring and manages a little laugh. “Perceptive.” He hums.

Tony lifts an eyebrow, a little quizzically. “No.” He says slowly,  “I know who you are, Peter Rogers. I saw the “Save our Wave” campaign. You and your husband. Smart way to launch. Ocean in the background. You looked….radiant.”

Oh god. Tony Stark knows who he is.

Peter brushes his hair behind his ears and doesn’t know what to say. “Uh...thank you.”

Tony grins. “Good ad. But it won’t be enough. It can’t stop progress.” Tony steps forward, so they’re a little closer than what’s proper, and his voice drops into something lower. His fingers graze Peter’s bare shoulder. “But I’m not sure you want to stop progress, do you, pumpkin?”

Is he talking about his aerobics outfit? Or the fact he was watching colour tv? Or the fact that he’s in the mall, having just finished a mall class, eating a mall-pastry, and watching mall-tv? Despite the fact that he’s supposedly against the mall.

Peter ignores the ripple of goosebumps that spread across his skin. He lifts his nose, but Tony still towers over him. “I do not agree wih Quinten Beck.” He snaps. “I’m sorry, but we do care about the environment. And we’re not going to have our beach destroyed for another mall.”

He pulls away then, pushing past Tony.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he can’t help but look back. Tony stands there, stupidly handsome, hands in his pockets, and his voice is as cool as the ocean-breeze when he says, “If I were married to you, I’d put you in my campaign videos too. You’ve got a face that changes minds, sweetheart.”

Another furious, heated blush, and Peter bumbles out into the sunshine.

Beach. He needs to go to the beach. Stat.

***

Peter’s freckles always make their debut in the LA Summer.

He serves a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade as he, Steve and Bucky take lunch out on the patio.

Bucky and Steve are pressed close together. It’d be odd, if it wasn’t so commonplace. But Peter expects it now. They’re childhood friends. It’s fine, probably. He tries not to think about it too much. Because he knows Steve. And Steve is kind and loyal, and even if he wanted to- he wouldn’t cheat on Peter.

Unfortunately, Peter thinks Steve might want to. More and more lately, now that Bucky’s basically been living here to help with the campaign.

“Thanks, Sweatpea,” Bucky murmurs, as Peter refills his glass.

For the man who’s stealing away his husband, Peter should probably like Bucky less. “No problem, James. Do you guys want more pecan pie?”

“It’s alright, sugar. Steve and I will eat at the community luncheon.”

Peter blinks. He turns to Steve, who looks away bashfully.

“What?” Bucky asks, reading their faces.

“We were invited to the Harrisson’s gala this afternoon.” Peter points out, still looking at Steve’s face, “it’s a great opportunity to raise some funds-”

“It’s a stuck up crowd,” Bucky points out, not incorrectly, “not exactly who we want associated with Steve’s campaign.”

“Right,” Peter hums, because Steve had a choice between him and Bucky, and Bucky’s already won.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” Steve says earnestly, reaching his large hand across the table to take Peter’s. Bucky looks away. “I just feel the luncheon has a lot more to offer. You can go to the gala by yourself, can’t you? You’re more than amazing without me dragging you down.”

Not true. Peter thinks, because as much as he loves being free, Steve’s all-American home spun wholesomeness always leaves a trail of admirers.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “You guys have fun.”

He collects the rest of the dishes and takes them inside, unaware that he has a Bucky-shaped shadow until he’s corned next to the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says, bowing his head, and Peter half-smiles. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I knew you guys had already-”

“It’s alright.” Peter says softly, “I think he would rather be with you anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to his, ice-blue and frightened and hopeful. “Pete…” he says, voice a little raw. “It’s not…”

“You guys alright in there?” Steve calls from outside.

Peter ducks under Bucky’s arm, and it isn’t very difficult to make his voice bright when he calls back: “Just fine!”

***

The Harrison’s own a ridiculously nice estate, and Peter only feels a little out of place. He’s in the dark blue silks he brought with him to LA all those years ago, and Mr Harrisson greets him warmly at the door.

It’s...better than he thought it would be. It turns out he doesn’t really need Steve. At all, actually. He’s clever and he has his degree and he knows a lot about the environment. People like him. They respond to him. It’s-

“Just look at you,” comes a whistle, and Peter turns slowly to see Tony Stark in a tuxedo.

Fuck. It’s a very tasty sight. Tastier than the crab rolls being handed out, and they were pretty damn incredible.

“You’re just working the room, aren’t you, honey?” Tony drawls, voice dripping with appreciation and something low and dark and-

“I’m uh, I’m trying,” Peter manages, feeling his cheeks flush.

Tony looks like he wants to step closer, but he doesn’t. Peter kind of- maybe a little- wants him too. “And where’s your very lucky husband?”

“Oh, he’s...he’s not here.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Really? Well, how about you and me get some air?”

The Harrison’s house sits on the beach, and Peter kicks off his shoes and is pulled down onto the sand as easy as breathing.

God, the ocean air. He rolls up his trousers, sinks his feet into the cold, trembling waves.

“Just look at you,” Tony hums, and Peter turns to see he’s being watched, and Tony’s skin looks even better lit by the sunset.

“You said that already,” he points out, feeling bolder, braver, now that he’s out on the beach.

“Well, maybe that’s because I can’t stop looking at you.”

Peter blushes, before stepping into the water a little further. “Are you going to join me? Or do you hate the ocean as much as you claim?”

Tony obligingly toes off his shoes. “Never said I hated the ocean. Don’t get me mixed up with Beck. I just know that sometimes we’ve gotta sacrifice things in the name of progress. Technology. The future.”

Tony pulls off his bowtie, slips off his jacket, and then comes and wades into his knees.

“Gotta sacrifice things,” Peter echoes, “like the ocean. Like trees. Who needs ‘em, right? They only give us oxygen.”

Tony grins at him. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you, Peter? I thought you liked my mall. Or wasn’t that you? In that gorgeous little aerobics get up? Eating one of those danishes- to die for, aren’t they? Wasn’t that you, sighing at a colour tv?”

Peter scoffs because he doesn’t have a comeback, and he glances out at the horizon.

“You were mine, sweetheart, you’d be purring away with that tv at your feet. I’d buy you a hundred if you wanted ‘em. You wouldn’t want for anything.”

Jesus. Peter tries to stifle the flood of arousal that courses through him. “I’d be wanting for a husband that cared about protecting our coast line.” He manages, though it sounds a little weak.

“The coast line,” Tony hums, reaching a hand down to plunge into the water. “The beach. You a surfer?”

“No, I just...I like the beach, it makes me feel…” free “...it’s the beach. It’s nature. It’s not for us to bend and re-shape for another mall, Tony.”

Tony chuckles, “I do like to hear you say my same.”

Peter scowls, and heads back for the sand. A few splashes later, Tony follows. “You can’t...I don’t know, you can’t seduce me into supporting you.”

Tony’s hand grips around his wrist just before Peter reaches his shoes, and he’s looking up into very dark brown eyes, and a very, very appealing mouth. “I’m not trying to change your mind.” Tony murmurs, “I’m just trying to see where it is you stand. You like the mall, you didn’t mind the trees being cut down there, but the beach. The beach is where you have a problem. It’s your line.”

“It-it’-it’s not about me.” Peter stutters, feeling exposed, “My husband is the one running for-”

“And I am trying to seduce you. Have been since I saw you in that advert. Couldn’t get you out of my head. Thought they’d hired a model at first, and then I found out you were married to him. I couldn’t believe it.”

Oh. Warmth buzzes through his skin, flattered and delighted and giddy, Peter doesn’t know what in the name of hell possesses him to say: “He’s not going to be my husband for much longer.”

Tony’s eyebrows lift in surprise. Then he smirks. His hand is still wrapped around Peter’s wrist. “That so?”

A few other guests pull out onto the beach now, and Peter spots Mrs Harrisson in the distance.

“Save our wave, Mr Stark,” he whispers, unable to stop smiling, as he gathers his shoes and heads over.

***

He and Steve have sex that night.

It’s the best sex they’ve had in a long time. Passionate, erotic, and Peter knows why. It’s because he was just with Tony, and Steve was just with Bucky, and they’re both pretending.

Afterwards, still warm from the haze, they look at one another.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” Steve whispers, voice-choked up, and Peter brushes away his tears.

“Don’t be. Where you are, it’s where I am. You and Bucky are made for each other.”

“You have someone too?” Steve asks. Peter nods. “Okay. Okay, but not till...not till after the campaign. Divorce…” the word makes him jerk a little, and Peter soothes him, “it could rock things.”

“After the campaign,” Peter nods, and they sleep in each other’s arms, and maybe it shouldn’t feel like everything’s going to be okay, but it does.

***

Steve annihilates Tony in the televised debate.

Peter knew he would. Tony is clever and pithy, but Steve is earnest, and kind, and people can see that. They can feel that. Tony handles it as well as he can, but it’s clear by the end of the interview- Steve is ahead.

Peter swims back towards the shore.

He’s still wet as he pads into the mall and heads for the pastry-store.

“I’ll get that,” Tony says, appearing from nowhere and handing over the money before Peter can fish his wallet from his ocean-wet shorts.

Tony’s hand is on the small of his back then, guiding him towards the food court, and soon Peter’s eating his pastry on a plastic red chair, and looking at Tony with wide, innocent eyes.

Tony breaks first.

“So, your husband’s campaign is a little stronger than I thought.”

Peter laughs. The sound seems to make Tony light up, and that just- Peter’s stomach tightens.

“My advisor’s are a little worried.”

“Steve is very good.” Peter agrees, taking another bite.

Tony leans across the table, and his cologne makes Peter want. “I’m better, though, Pete, is the thing.”

“Are we still talking about the campaign?”

“Let’s get dinner.” Tony says suddenly, “please. I know it’s early, but I am burning with it, Pete. I think about you all the time, I can’t keep staking out beaches and malls hoping to run into you.”

“What if someone sees us? What about Steve’s campaign-”

“It’d hurt mine just the same. Who gets the sympathy? The man being cheated on, or the man who slept with a married guy?”

Peter pulls the pastry apart with his fingers. “Just dinner?”

“At my house.”

Peter laughs, scandalised, “dinner at your house? How easy do you think I am?”

“Not easy at all. You’re fucking difficult, sweetheart. Look at what you’re wearing, fuck, it’s like you want to torture me.”

Peter tries not to blush and fails. His voice is gentle though, when he voices his main concern: “And what happens if once you’ve...once we’ve...what happens then? Curiosity satisfied, you might not want to see me anymore.”

Tony reaches across the table to touch Peter’s hand. Peter looks around worriedly, but nobody is paying them any mind.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Tony whispers, more serious than Peter has ever seen him. “Peter, I would never get bored of you.”

“It’s happened before,” Peter says weakly, and doesn’t realise how true it is until it’s spoken aloud. The pain for the divorce yet to happen ripples across his chest. Oh god, where has this been? Someone loved him once, and then found someone else-

“I’m gonna crush him.” Tony vows, voice vicious, as soon as he spots the glitter of Peter’s tears. “I’m going to destroy his campaign-”

“No, no,” Peter insists, sniffling, and managing a small smile. “Steve is- he’s a good guy, Tony. A good guy with a good cause, you don’t need to,” Peter huffs fondly, “you don’t need to protect my honour.

“Alright,” Tony says, a little bit like he’s unconvinced, so Peter squeezes his hand.

“I want to have dinner with you. I want to feel your hands on me- I- I think about it all the time. And afterwards, I want...more.” Peter looks down at their hands. “You said you’d get me anything.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers, “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

***

The mall gets made.

In the next town over. The beach is saved. Steve wins.

They divorce.

Steve hugs him. Bucky hugs him. There’s a lot of crying, but then Peter’s being picked up in a ludicrously nice hot-red car, and there’s Tony and kissing and a house in Malibu right on the sand.

There’s a wedding, and teasing, and arguments. There’s sex. A lot of sex. There’s swimming and living and life under the sun.

There’s a thousand things. A million things.

And every day with Tony promises more.

When Peter wakes up, ready for the beach, Tony slathers him with suncream and for some reason it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped.

Maybe it was never about the suncream.

He still loves the beach. And the sunshine. And the gulls swooping low and the sand under his toes, but-

But he doesn’t need it to feel free. He feels free right here, in bed, tangled up with Tony and the promise of more.