#I’ve never picked her nose or grabbed her teeth

[emmyrosee]

Don’t read this bc this is more cute aggression with mr sakusa and this is for me so

Also, yes, these are all things I’ve said to my niece in an act of cute aggression 💅🏼

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“I could rip your teeth out.”

“That’s nice, baby.”

Kiyoomi is used to you. It’s the only reason, you’re convinced, that he lets you do the things you do, say the feral things you say. Your methods of making him swoon were, arguably, cuter than he’d expect, and he openly tells you that when you used to get self conscious about it.

(“It’s not every day someone wants to squeeze me until I pop.”

“Well, now, it will be. Welcome to your life.”

He smirks, “well alright then.”)

It’s not a lie- he’s never had someone as openly affectionate as you, clinging to his arm at the grocery store, biting his muscles and neck when he’s trying to cook dinner (his teammates ask him constantly what things you two get up to- he doesn’t have the heart to tell them you bit him when he was making some tea) just doing anything and everything to bug him domestically.

Its… comforting, in a bizarre way. To know you find him absolutely intoxicating and addictive. He’s not entirely sure he’d change it.

Even now, when you practically have burrowed into his skin.

“I could kick you; how dare you be so cute?” You pout, laying your head on his shoulder restfully.

He chuckles and continues to scroll through his phone, “it’s strange- I’m so used to Komori being the cute one.”

You roll your eyes and snicker, “you’re so full of it, and you know you are. You’ve always been the cute one, shut the hell up.”

“Handsome, maybe, but never cute-“

In an instant, he’s cute off by your hand immediately darting towards his face. Your fingers fly up at his mouth, trying to grip his teeth. It’s something you don’t do often because he can’t stand it, but it seems like today, you’re on a mission to be as close to him as possible.

“Ah!” He snaps, turning his head away. You retract your hand as he gives you a scolding look. Immediately, you feel bad that the impulsive thoughts won, and you made him so mad. “We talked about that. Don’t do that.”

“But-“

“No. Do. Not. Grab at my teeth.”

You pout softly at the reprimand in his tone, mumbling a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you settle back down, your head dipping to hide in the crook of his neck. He lets out a sigh and plops his phone on the side table and shuffle a bit.

“You know I like your cute aggressions…. Except that one. Of all the things you do, that’s the one I can’t tolerate babe, you know that.”

“You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” He says, absolutely teasing you and you giggle as you hide your face in his neck. “Is biting me not good enough? Is sniffing me until you can’t breathe not good enough now?” He interrupts his own preach by pecking kisses all over your cheek, holding you tighter as you start to squirm away. “Is coming into my shower not good enough now? Is dropping by extra desserts at practice not good enough? Is sucking hickeys on my cheeks not good enough?”)

You move your head away from his neck to giggle more and try to make an attempt away from his kisses, but this gives him real estate, and he decides to take it. He starts to give you a taste of your own medicine, biting at your cheek and ear and neck and fingers now pinching up your sides and ribs.

“Omi!”

“Is crawling into my lap while I’m on a zoom call not good enough? Is stealing my pillows from under my head when you’re sleeping not good enough? Is taking my clothes when you’re sick not good enough? Is picking. My nose. When I’m mad. NOT GOOD ENOUGH?”

Your struggles to get away from him are in vain, he’s got you gathered in his big arms, your head tossed back and feet kicking for a meek attempt at freedom. He peppers bites and kisses continuously on your neck, smiling against your skin as you scream and whine into the air.

“Are all these things so boring now and you have to grab my literal teeth?”

“Yes!” You titter, and while it does make him stop in surprise, he’s quick to smack the facade back on, pulling his head back to glare at you. You flash him some puppy eyes while you reach up to card the curls from his face, “I’m just obsessed with you… always need more ways to get under your skin.” You laugh as he sighs and leans his forehead against yours, clearly not caring half as much as he says, and taking gentle breaths against you. “I love bugging you.”

“Well, how could you not when you do such a good job?”

“I know right?” Once again, he lifts his head up to glare playfully at you, snickering as you continue to flash him the same innocent beam.

“Can you promise me you won’t grab my teeth anymore?” He asks, shifting a hand to lace with yours; he brings the knuckles of your hand up to kiss them, a way to show his affection and also, sort of, maybe, convince you to promise.

You sigh softly and let him kiss over your fingers, letting the comfortable silence between you both relish. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

He groans in faux agony, face crashing down to bury in your chest, and you cackle while he does, your arms tossing around his shoulders to keep him close.

“I hate you,” he grumbles.

“No you don’t. You eat this shit up and you know it.”

He sends a dirty look at you between his lashes before sighing and laying his head back down. “Don’t expose me.”

“That’s what I thought.”

[jaebeomsbitch]

Not Another Werewolf Romance Story (E.M.)

Summary: Eddie finds you reading a werewolf romance book in secret and decides to make your fantasies come to life.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, kissing, fingering, vibrator, nsfw, cursing

A/N: I wrote this so long ago in the middle of the night. Not edited. Sorry for being gone so long, thanks for the like hundred new followers while I’ve been gone.

You lay in bed with a book in your hand as Eddie brushes his teeth in the bathroom. The faint sounds of the water running fill the bedroom as you read quietly. You push your reading glasses up higher on the bridge of your nose as you become more engrossed with the story. Your eyes glued to the page missing your boyfriend walking into the bedroom.

It isn’t until he presses a wet kiss to your cheek that you snap out of it. Your eyes widen slightly as you close the book.

“What’re you reading, baby?” He asks, pulling the duvet back.

“Nothing too interesting” you say trying to sound nonchalant as you place the book on your nightstand.

“Oh really, s’that why your nose was buried in it?” He asks, eyebrow quirked.

He leans over to see the cover, playfully tugging on a lock of your hair. "Let me guess, another one of those sappy vampire romance novels?"

“No!” You protest, cheeks flushed pink. Fuck wrong answer. You see the immediate way his eyes sparkle mischievously.

"Then what is it? Something naughty I need to know about?" He asks with that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Something ‘naughty?’ What are you eighty?” You scoff trying to play it off, you try to be stealthy as you press your thighs together underneath the sheets. Trying to hide how wet you got from the book.

Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, his gaze lingering on your closed book. "Now you've piqued my interest," he says, crossing his arms over his tattooed chest.

“How, I haven’t said anything!” You protest again trying to get him to drop it.

Eddie chuckles and climbs onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Well, you're blushing like a school girl caught with her first Playboy," he teases, nuzzling against your temple. You whine with shyness, not wanting to open this part of yourself up to your boyfriend yet. Unfortunately for you Eddie’s fingers grab the book quickly, yanking it off your nightstand.

Eddie's fingers trace the spine of the book curiously, feeling its weight before flipping it open to the page you were last reading. You gasp trying to grab it out of his hand but Eddie lifts the book up.

“Oh God,” you groan covering your reddened face as Eddie reads the werewolf romance you picked up at the bookstore.

“His strong hands grab my thighs, it sends a shiver down my spine. All I can think about is having his knot inside me” Eddie’s voice drops low and husky as he begins to read aloud. You feel like you could cry at the humiliation.

Eddie laughs harder now, finding your discomfort endearing as he looks down at the page with mock seriousness in his eyes. He finally stops reading and sets the book aside. Your cheeks are bright red along with your neck and the tips of your ears. It’s not often Eddie sees you this embarrassed, you usually have some sarcastic remark to make except when it comes to sex. He never knew something like that would get you horny either, it seems so… juvenile?

Eddie looks over at you with an amused expression. "A werewolf romance, huh?" He says before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your temple. "It's cute."

You stay quiet feeling humiliated beyond belief it’s like he just read your dairy out loud. There’s something very intimate about him knowing this other side of you, one that you’ve tried to keep hidden from him. There’s a certain shame that comes with opening your sexual side to your boyfriend.

Noticing your discomfort, Eddie pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, "You don't have to be ashamed, baby. I love knowing what gets you going". He plants small kisses along your jawline, hoping to ease the tension. You stay quiet, squeezing the hem of the negligee you’ve just become comfortable wearing around him.

He nibbles on your earlobe softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Do you want me to keep reading?"

“Not if you’re gonna keep making fun of me” you murmur, eyes trained on your lap.

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully and snuggles into you further, resting his hand on your hip. "Okay, okay, no more teasing," he assures you, planting another gentle kiss on your cheek. You lean back against the headboard your body tense with mortification.

Eddie watches you closely, sensing your tension. He realizes he might've taken the teasing too far. He strokes your hair softly. "Come here, sweetheart." He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms securely around you.You bury your face in his neck trying to hide from him, maybe if you hide you’ll disappear into him.

“Princess," Eddie coos, nudging your chin up with his finger so he can look into your big doe eyes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You know I love you, right? And everything that makes you happy." He kisses your forehead tenderly.

You sag against his chest, your knees digging deeper into the mattress on either side of his hips. Eddie caresses your cheek softly, trying to wipe away any remaining embarrassment. "Why don't you tell me what happened in the story that had you so turned on? Maybe I can make it better..."

“That’d be even more humiliating” you groan.

Eddie looks at you, his expression softening. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses the tip of your nose. "Alright, how about this...I'll turn off the lights and hold you while you read it to me?" He offers, running his thumb in circles on your back.

You swallow hard, he’s already seen it. There’s no hiding from what he saw, it’ll only lead him to more questions or to think something bad about you and it terrifies you so you begrudgingly murmur “okay.”

Eddie turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness save for the dim glow of streetlights filtering through the window. He adjusts his position so you're comfortably sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. You try and relax against him but you feel so high strung.

Saliva pools in your mouth as you grab the book, cracking it open to the last page you were on. You can barely see the words with the dim light coming from the window. You clear your throat, eyes scanning the page, face flushing hot instantly. Eddie squeezes your waist trying to reassure you and get you to loosen up.

“Take your time, Princess,” he encourages, pressing a soft kiss on your hair. “I’m right here with you.”

You swallow your spit

“H-he… he splays her out on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow as his lips press against her throat. It’s been so long since he’s shared a bed with a woman much less his mate. She’s beautiful better than anything that he could imagine. Her smell, fuck her smell is addicting. He can practically taste the arousal pooling between her legs. He aches to claim her, fill her with pups” your voice trembles shyly as you read, your face flushing with more heat.

Eddie’s heart races hearing you describe something so intimate, not accustomed to it yet but he fucking loves it. He resonates with the book, you’re the most gorgeous creature he’s ever seen, he doesn’t believe in a God but everyday he prays to whatever is out there thanking them for bringing you to him.

He grips the fabric of the nightgown between your thighs gently. "Keep going, baby," he rasps out, his breath hot against your ear.

Your breath hitches, fingers shifting in the book before it falls.

“H-he buries his face in h-her…” you stop feeling a wave of discomfort but Eddie reassuringly squeezes your thigh.

“C-cunt,” you squeak, your body sets ablaze.

“-Her panties soaked all the way through. She probably soaked through her jeans if he was paying attention. He breathes her musk in deeply, it sends a shiver down her spine as she moans. Her fingers curl around the bedsheets, she’s too shy to ask him what she wants but he can sense it. His tongue darts out licking a thick stripe over the cotton of her panties” your voice grows more steady as you read to Eddie. He realizes how closely the two of you resemble these characters… well, besides the lycan part.

Eddie’s fingers move to lightly graze the inside of your thigh, your breath catches in your throat as his fingers brush against your soaked panties. You gasp softly, your back pressing harder into his chest while flip the page.

“He teases her with his tongue, the tip just grazing over her slit nowhere near the spot that’ll have her seeing stars” you say, voice trembling as his hand moves under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex. You moan, toes digging into the mattress. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to continue or not, your mind in a tizzy.

“His fingers finally move the fabric to the side, he growls as he sees her glistening pussy. ‘Mine’ he growls.” You continue reading.

Eddie can't resist anymore. His middle finger dipping between your folds, sliding easily through your slick before circling your clit lightly.

“F-fuck” your grip on the book slacks as your head falls back on his shoulder.

He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, matching the pace of the story unfolding in front of him. He leans forward, whispering into your ear, "Your pussy is so wet for me, baby."

“Fuck,” you groan, it’s the only word you can manage to grasp.

He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. He slips a second finger into your pussy, curling it to find your g-spot.

You gasp, the book falling from your delicate fingers onto the mattress, you moan, your back digging deeper into his chest. He removes his hand from your pussy and picks up the book, flipping to the next passage. "Continue," he urges softly in your ear.

You whine when he stops, your thighs already trembling. Eddie's heart skips a beat at the sound of your neediness. He guides your hand back to the book, encouraging you to continue reading. "Go on, my little vixen," he says seductively. If this was any other context you’d find it cringy but there’s something so fucking hot about his whispers against your ear.

You breathe heavily as you look down, grabbing the book from Eddie in one hand. Your thumb and pinky holding it open.

“His tongue darts out, he moans as he tastes his mate for the first time. It’s like something inside of him snaps, he buries his face in her cunt. Tongue moving wildly as he switches from tongue fucking her to sucking on her clit. Her moans fill the room, her nails digging into her palms as she scents the room with her pheromones” you read.

Eddie’s fingers slip back inside of you, his thick digits thrust in and out, restricted by the fabric of your underwear. His thumb finds its way to your clit, moving in tandem. You feel like you could just turn into a pile of mush, already turned stupid by his fingers alone.

“Oh fuck!” You keen, fingers gripping the book harder.

“Her voice gets louder and it’s like music to his ears. He can’t wait to hear what symphonies she’ll create when he’s fucking her” you heave for breath like you’ve just ran a marathon.

Eddie's fingers pick up speed, mirroring the action in the story. "You're doing so good, Princess," he praises, nipping at your earlobe.

“Oh God,” you moan.

He reaches for the nightstand drawer and fishes out a vibrator, placing it against your clit as his fingers continue to work your sopping pussy. The squelch of your cunt filling the room along with the hum of the vibrator.

“Honey” you let out a high pitched shriek.

Eddie whispers encouragement in your ear, "Read more for me, baby."

You hiss in protest but Eddie quickly shuts off the vibrator. You practically sob when he stops, struggling to catch your breath. You were so fucking close to coming already you feel the tendrils of your lost orgasm loosening their grip on you as the seconds tick by.

You finally look down, your voice strained as you read on “Her pussy clamps around his tongue, his thumb rubs over her sensitive nub quickly. Golden eyes trained on every little detail of her face trying to memorize her pleasure. He wants to burn the memory into his brain and never forget it. She’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen especially when she’s screaming his name. Her back arched beautifully as she twitches and squeezes his tongue coming all over his face with a wail”

He turns the vibrator on again with a click, holding it firmly against your clit. He’s almost desperate to hear your moans as you come on his fingers.

“Fuck— ” you let out a strangled cry, you can feel the intense vibration deep inside the root of your clit. Eddie’s doesn’t let you think, his fingers entering you again but this time he shows no mercy. His fingers curl pressing into the spot he’s found since the first time he fingered you.

You let at a garbled mess of desperate filthy moans. His lips press to your ear whispering “look at you taking me so well, Princess. You think ‘bout me knotting you, huh? Touch this pretty little pussy thinking bout me fucking you until you were locked together, yeah?”

You choke on your spit, your boyfriend has whispered dirty things in your ear before but nothing like this.

“Yes— yes, yes, yes,” you chant

“Wanna be stuffed with your cum again and again and again,” your tongue loose with the amount of pleasure Eddie’s giving you. It means so much that this man is willing to play into your stupid fantasies. You grip onto his wrist scared he’ll pull away again. Moaning in a way he’s never heard before, it’s loud and wailing, it’s purely you. It’s you running on instinct.

"Cum for me, princess," Eddie whispers against your ear, pinching your clit between two of his fingers and slamming his fingers deep inside your pussy, curling them in a come-hither motion.

“Fuck- ohh fuck” you moan, your head falls back on his shoulder , hips rolling into his fingers, hands digging into his skin. You wheeze for air as your skull digs into his shoulder, pussy fluttering around his fingers pulling them in deeper and squeezing. It isn’t until his teeth press into the juncture between your shoulder and neck that you practically scream. Coming on his fingers making a mess of the vibrator, thighs shaking as you babble nonsense.

He shuts the vibrator off when you whine, pulling your sensitive clit away, and throws it somewhere in the bed. His tongue traces the indent he’s left of your skin.

“You’re crazy” you rasp

“But you fucking love it,” he grins against your neck pressing a soft kiss there.

[girliism]

girl dad!art hasn’t had to stay home only with your daughters since she’s been born so when he sees you getting ready for a night out he’s confused.

“where on you going?” art stands behind at your vanity. “tashi invited me out and i haven’t been out since the bean was born so.” you shrugged retouching your lipstick. art follows behind you while you pack your purse. “is your mom coming over to watch bean?” you tell him he is and watch him freeze up.

art loves his daughter but watching her alone without you. what if something goes wrong. “baby, you’ll be fine. it’s almost ten and she’s been fed all you need to do is change her then put her to sleep.” you reassure him. “oh and remember to warm up the bottle under hot water. she likes to hold it herself while someone rocks her to sleep.” you kiss your daughter and art goodbye heading out to tashi’s car.

“alright looks like it’s just you and me bean.” art picked her up the two of them smiling at each other his full mouth of teeth and her five tiny ones. three at the bottom two at the top. “so what do you wanna do first.” art pokes at her cheeks. she opens her mouth as if to answer but instead throws up all over arts white t-shirt. “fuc-fudge.” art stops himself from cursing looking at his daughter in disbelief. she just giggles.

back at the club you are a worrying mess. “ok you’ve been setting here for thirty minutes staring at your phone.” tashi plobs down next to you. “this is supposed be girls night out no kids no husbands just girlfriends.” you sigh. “i know i know, but i’ve never left art alone with bean before, and it’s just been me and her her and me for so long. i think i’m having separation anxiety.” you rant. “i don’t even know why i came out it’s not like i can drink yet.” tashi shushes you. “no none of that no mopey mom feelings ok. trust i know how you feel but think about how much when we need this. we have been sitting at home with nothing but shitty diapers and achy boobs. who cares if we can’t drink yet let’s just dance and let loose. art and patrick have everything under control ok.” you nod your head standing up to go hit the dance floor with tashi. this night out is more than deserved. “wait you left lily home alone with patrick?” “course not my moms there. now let’s go.”

“ok bean, daddy’s got a new shirt you’ve got a new diaper now drink this bottle and go to sleep.” art’s seated in the rocking chair handing her the bottle. she immediately chucks it across the room laughing. art goes and picks it up trying again. only for her to throw it again laughing even harder now. art stares at her in shock. “so you think this is a game?”

after 20 minutes of trying to get her to sleep he finally succeeds laying her down in her crib whispering a good night.

art sets down on the couch with a beer flipping through the channels. “god, how does mama do this every night.” he turns on adult swim cause why not and then he hears it. the sound of banging and giggling coming from the baby monitor. picking it up he’s thinking there’s no way that could be bean cause bean is sleeping. but there she was on the monitor screen bouncing in her crib hitting her toy against the rails.

art opens the door to her nursery and is greeted by a very smiley and very awake baby. “you’re not gonna go to sleep are you.” she just laughs making grabbing hands at him.

the next hour art spends playing peak-a-boo, pretended to steal her nose and she still wasn’t a little bit tired. “come on baby cut me some slack here. what does mommy usually do to get you to sleep?” she perks up at the mention of her mother. “ma ma ma ma ma ma.” shes babbles. “yea mama what does mama do? does she read to you or sing you lullaby’s?” your daughter does her little baby dance when art mentions lullaby’s. and art can do that he can sing lullaby’s it’s just he doesn’t know any. so he improvises.

“okay lullaby time. time to sing a lullaby.” art thinks hards but none are popping into his mind. “looks like we’re gonna freestyle this bean.” art clears his throat. “bean bean one year old bean i really need you to go to sleep. sleep sleep is pretty neat especially if you’re a one year old bean.” art looks down at his daughter resting on his shoulder playing with his necklace. assuming the song is working he repeats it three more times before they’re both passed out on the couch.

“thanks for tonight tash i’ll call you in the morning.” you watch her car drive off making your way to your house.

pushing open the front door walking into the living room to be met with a mess of toys and your husband and daughter asleep on the couch. you snap a picture before running your hand through arts hair waking him up. “hey you’re back.” art whispers moving to sit up slowly as not to wake your daughter. “did you have fun?” you nod your head. “looks like you and bean had your own fun.” art stands. “love, she just would not sleep i had to made up a lullaby.” you laugh the both of you walking to her nursery to put her down. you guys watch her sleep for a while before leaving.

“thanks for doing this.” you reach up places a kiss on arts lips. he shrugs. “it’s nothing. watching after her is my responsibility to. i’ll start doing it more so you can go hang out you know start having a life again.” even though it’s truly the bare minimum you still feel happy that he would suggest such a thing. you give him one last kiss before walking off to get ready for the night.

“you look hot by the way.”

(i nicknamed the baby bean for this cause i didn’t wanna keep calling her daughter .)

[miryum]

"The Red Arrow"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

Mp/n: mispronounced name W/n: wrong name N/n: nickname

I combined two episodes- just a heads up

Y/n stood next to Cass behind the two-way glass, carefully watching a redhead sitting in the interrogation room. Jason stood silently in the corner. The redhead was a burly man, feet thrown up on the metal table, causally singing. “What’s going on?” Y/n scrunched her nose.

“Picked him up on more than a dozen counts of identity theft,” Cass said. “His name is Roy Harper. Ever seen him?”

“Nope. Although, I will admit, he’s one of the hotter perps. Definitely smash.” Jason grunted at Y/n’s words.

From inside the interrogation room, Roy sang, “Cassandra…. Cassandra…. Caaaassandraaaaaa…. oooooh yeah….” Y/n snickered and Jason couldn’t hold back a smirk.

Ignoring Roy, Cass said, “he said he wanted to talk to a Mp/n or W/n L/n. Whatever.”

“Why would he want me? And, should I change my name to W/n L/n? Cause it sounds super badass.”

“He said he has some info about someone with arrows?” Cass shrugged. 

“Arrows?” Y/n’s eyes widened. She muttered to herself, “he knows the Red Arrow.” She grabbed Cass by her shoulders and demanded, “listen to me. He specifically said he knows someone who uses arrows?”

“Yeah. I literally just said that.”

“Right, right, sorry.” A laugh bubbled out of Y/n. She practically ran into the interrogation room, Jason following on her heels. He wasn’t about to let her be alone with a criminal. Cass sighed and marched after them.

“So, I used to work in a pawn shop,” Roy explained after introductions. Y/n sat forward, hanging on to his every word. “Chill hours, absent boss, perfect place to snag jewels and stuff. Uh, not that I’ve ever done that,” he hurriedly added. Cass’ jaw twitched. “Anyway, this guy came in a lot, selling rubies.”

Y/n gasped. “Just like the Red Arrow!” she exclaimed. 

“I mean, we called him Miguel, but whatever.” Roy shrugged. 

“I’ve been chasing this guy for six years!” Y/n turned to look at Jason and Cass, explaining her passion for this random thief. “He always steals red rubies from high tech jewellery stores and spray paints a red arrow before he leaves, hence the name. He never left any evidence and he’s never been caught on camera. He’s a ghost!”

“Super ghost,” Roy whispered, eyes gleaming.

“Super ghost!” Y/n yelled out, agreeing. 

“Before anything else happens, we need to know this guy’s legit,” Jason said. “Describe him.”

“Uh…” Roy hummed. “Mexican dude, maybe 5’8”? He has this pointy little beard and always wears a purple tie.”

“So would you say he looks sort of like,” Y/n whipped up a drawing of the man Roy was describing. “This?”

Roy winked. “There‘s that sexy motherfucker, Miguel.”

“This is a composite sketch from ten interviews I've done,” Y/n said in awe. “A perfect match.”

Cass wasn’t satisfied. “So all you know is what a bunch of other idiots have said over the years. Big whoop. Anything else?”

“Yeah.” Roy sat back and his teeth flashed as he grinned. “I know how to get in touch with him.”

Y/n gasped and emphasised, “Roy Harper!” Jason clicked his tongue, unimpressed.

“Ah, Brown. Just the woman I was looking for.” Captain Wayne stopped by Stephanie’s desk, looking down at her. “Clark has accepted an offer to teach at the University of Florence for the next six months.”

“Oh, I love Italy,” Steph said, still unsure as to why her Captain was telling her this.

“Clark and I belong to the Park Slope Racquet Club, where we've established a squash doubles dynasty.” Bruce explained, “we've taken home the trophy two years in a row. Unfortunately, he’ll be flying to Florence this year during the tournament. I remember you told me you played in college…” he trailed off and glanced at Steph hopefully.

“Three-time intramural champion at Sarah Lawrence,” Steph said proudly. “Would have been four, but senior year I played Lord Farquaad in our school's production of ‘Shrek.’”

Wayne hummed, unsure of how to respond. “In any case, I would be honoured if you would take Clark’s place so that I could still compete.”

Stephanie blanched, yet offered a thumbs up. “Absolutely! I would love to do that!”

“Fantastic,” Wayne said.

“Yup! That is great. This is great.” She slowly stood and manoeuvred over to Dick’s desk before collapsing in a seat next to him. “This is terrible.”

“Why? You’ve always said you wanted more quality time with Wayne.” Dick set down his pen.

“No, not like this,” Steph shook her head. “Squash brings out my competitive side. Breaking racquets, cursing, excessive use of the bird.” Her eyes widened in fear. “One time, just to psych a guy out, I locked eyes with him and ate a squash ball.”

“That's not possible.”

"I can still feel it rolling around in me, Dick.”

“Look, the point is to have fun,” he tried to reassure her. “So just relax and have fun.”

“Right, right, right, yeah. I mean, it's just a game. It's fun. There's no need for Wayne to see me unleash the beast.” She laughed nervously. “Okay.”

“The burner phone that Roy uses to contact the Red Arrow is at his house.” Y/n pressed her hands together and pointed at Captain Wayne, a hopeful look plastered on her face. “He's agreed to help us catch the Arrow if…. We drop all charges against him,” she said quickly, almost as she hoped her superior didn’t hear her.

Captain Wayne sat behind his desk, analysing his detectives. “How many rubies would you say this Red Arrow has stolen?”

“Fifty-eight, that I know of.” Y/n said, “but the real number could be in the thousands!”

Wayne squinted at Y/n. “You’re not very good at maths,” he stated. Turning to Cass, he asked, “what are the charges against Harper?”

“Thirteen counts of identity theft, but I’ve been chasing him for more than a month.”

“A month?” Y/n scoffed. “I’ve been chasing the Red Arrow for more than six years. Do you know how many months that is?” 

“Seventy-two,” Wayne answered instantly. 

Y/n pursed her lips and murmured, “Ten…? Five and seven… and four years… wait, months?”

“Do you need a maths tutor?” Captain Wayne asked. “Because the department will provide one.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious,” Y/n muttered.

“I’m on the fence,” Wayne admitted, returning to the matter at hand. “Cain, you caught him. It’s your call.”

“Cass,” Y/n turned to her friend, practically begging. “This guy is for real. One thousand pushups.”

Cass’ eyebrows shot up. “One thousand pushups? Alright. I’m in.” She shrugged. 

“What’s one thousand pushups?” Bruce asked.

Y/n explained, “we were in the academy together and hated the drills. So now, when we're on a case, if one of us says one thousand pushups, it means ‘I'm so sure I'm right that if I'm wrong, I'll do one thousand pushups.’”

“It’s a pact we made,” Cass added. “It means ‘trust me.’ And I do,” she added with a smile. 

Wayne nodded. “Make the deal.”

Y/n cheered, “yes! I’ve got you now, Red Arrow! Wow! It feels good to say that in front of actual people instead of the mirror. Okay! Let’s grab the burner, contact and catch the Arrow, and become police legends.”

Later, Roy stood in front of his house, flanked by Y/n and Cass, the latter in her signature leather jacket. “Babysitter’s car is here,” he said. “They’re home.”

“Babysitter?” Y/n scrunched her nose. “You have a kid?”

“Yeah,” Roy beamed. “Little girl called Lian. Can I take my cuffs off?”

“No,” Cass deadpanned.

“Lian doesn’t know I’m a criminal!” Roy protested. “She thinks I own a construction company.”

“Why stop there?” Y/n shrugged. “Tell her you’re an astronaut.”

“Nah, man,” Roy shook his head. “Space is scary. You saw what it did to Matt Damon. I don’t wanna staple my skin together.”

“You got a point.” Y/n shot Cass a look. “Come on, Cain.”

Cass huffed and rolled her eyes. “You can play-act with your daughter for three minutes until we get the burner. One false move and I tase you in front of your daughter,” she threatened.

“Geez, dude. Harsh,” Y/n sucked in a breath. She mouthed towards Roy, “Don’t worry, she loves me too much to do that.” Roy nodded back dramatically. 

He unlocked the door and a small voice shouted out, “Daddy!” A tumbling mess of toddler came barreling down the hall and into Roy’s arms. Y/n cooed, heart melting. Roy grunted, picking Lian up and spinning her around. 

“Hey, baby! How you doing?”

“Good! Lois and I were playing Veterinarian.”

“Ooh! Sounds fun. Where is Lois?” Roy looked around.

“Cleaning up!” A voice shouted from down the hall. 

“Why aren’t you at work?” Lian asked. “And who are they?” She pointed at Y/n and Cass and Roy gently reminded her it’s rude to point. 

“They’re my coworkers!” Roy snickered, “Cass is a director on my board of directors and Y/n is my financial planner.”

Y/n winced and hummed, “yes. Stocks and numbers. Money. Very important. Did you know that four twenty-five dollar bills equal a hundred dollar bill?” Cass simply sighed and rubbed her temples. “Speaking of which,” Y/n said, noting her friend’s expression, “we should find that phone. So we can get back to building… buildings.”

“Right, right.” Roy let Lian down and said, “it’s in the spare bedroom.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Y/n volunteered. “Cass can stay here with Lian and Lois.” Cass glared at her, but agreed. 

Roy led Y/n through the house, waving to Lois and asking about Lian’s day. The spare bedroom was filled to the brim with toys and stuffed animals from Lian and memorabilia from Roy’s younger days. Roy dug the out burner phone and presented it to Y/n who quickly typed out a message. “Back in the game,” she narrated. “When can we meet up?”

“Ooh, you’re good at this criminal thing,” Roy commented. “If you ever wanna quit your cop thing, I could use your intelligence.”

“Aw, thanks man. How long until he usually responds?”

“Like, ten minutes?” Roy shot her a look. “Chill, dude.”

“I can’t chill!” Y/n bounced up and down. “I've never been this close before.”

“I gotta admit, your enthusiasm makes me want you to catch him.”

Y/n placed a sincere hand to her heart. “Thank you.” She noticed a pile of DVDs in the corner. “You still have those?”

“Yeah. I robbed a store a couple years back and kept my favourites.”

Y/n crouched down and scanned the titles. “Goonies, Princess Bride… The Sandlot! Dude! You have the best taste in movies!”

“Gotta have the classics,” Roy said. “Yes, ma’am, the American stories of promise and inspiration.”

“Inconceivable,” Y/n muttered, grinning.

“I’m not sure that word means what you think it means,” Roy said in a stilted accent. 

“Hey, you guuuuys!” They crowed together.

“Hurry up, Benny! My clothes are going outta style!” Roy quoted. 

“They already are!” Y/n cried back, both giggling. 

“Hey,” Cass stepped into the room. “You guys having fun?” Lian gripped onto the detective’s hand, smiling brightly. Cass’s eyes screamed, 'Cause I’m not. Her hair was decorated in braids and she looked as if she wanted to rip them out. 

The phone suddenly chimed and Y/n practically dropped it trying to see the Red Arrow’s response. “Parking lot on Flatbush and Vanderbilt in 15 minutes. Let's go.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Roy held up his hands. “Cain looks like a dirty criminal. But you,” he pointed accusingly at Y/n who still wore her GCPD jacket, “look like a cop, man. You can't go over there like that.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “...What'd you have in mind?”

A couple minutes later, Y/n stepped out of Roy’s house wearing a striped shirt and jeans with a white suit buttoned in the middle, sleeves rolled up. Y/n giggled, a moment away from breaking out into laughter. “I don't look like a cop now.”

“No, you look like Backstreet Boys meets Jonas Brothers,” Cass said.

Roy laughed, “Burn!”

Y/n shook her head, “Nah, that's not a burn, that's cool.” As they walked to the parking lot, she commented, “Not gonna lie, the suit is kinda growing on me.”

Cass grunted, glaring out the parking lot. “There’s no one here. L/n…” 

“A thousand pushups,” Y/n said softly. Cass took a slow, deep breath and nodded once. 

“Incoming,” Roy hissed, eyebrows up and hands in pockets. “Who the hell are you?” he cried to the man walking towards them, very clearly not Miguel. “Where's Miguel?” Y/n frowned and eyed Cass. 

“He hadn't heard from you in a while, so he sent me to make sure everything was cool,” the man said, shrugging.

“Apparently it's not,” Y/n muttered, kicking the pebbles at her feet. She had been so close. 

“Who are they?” The man nodded to Y/n and Cass, glaring.

“They're with me,” Roy said. “This is the buyer. Rosa Santiago.” He gestured towards Y/n.

The man shook his head. “I don't know ‘em, I don't trust ‘em.” He stated his terms, “He meets with you alone or it's off. I'll text the address.” 

The man walked away, not giving them another option. Once he was out of earshot, Y/n groaned, “Come on! I promise you this: they have not heard the last of Rosa Santiago!” She shook her fist at the back of the retreating man. She pivoted to face Roy and Cass and announced, “Okay, it's worth the risk. We send him in alone.”

Cass argued, “no, we don’t! Something doesn't smell right to me.”

Roy shrugged. “Could be my dad's suit. He died in it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “He died in it?! Wait… this is a man’s suit? Why does it fit me so well…?”

Roy’s burner phone pinged and he said, “they just sent the location.” He studied his phone and exhaled loudly. “Man, this dude is cautious. If I show up one minute late or I'm not alone, he is done with me.” He pursed his lips and said to Y/n, “this is your last shot.”

Y/n shook her head and picked at her skin. “I can't let the Red Arrow get away.” After a moment of contemplating, she decided, “put a wire on him, get a tactical team in as backup.” She begged Cass, “please, it's the only way.” When the older detective didn’t look impressed, Y/n tried to convince her. “Harper and I know this guy. You have to trust us.”

Cain scoffed. “Do I? One of you is a criminal, and the other one is dressed like a knockoff of fucking Steve Harvey.” She poked her tongue in her cheek and decreed, “it's over. I'm ending this now.” She sighed. “Sorry, Y/n. Truly, I am.”

Y/n stared at her and couldn’t help but cross her arms. ”Seriously, Cain?”

“Yeah.” She repeated the words Y/n had promised earlier, “one thousand pushups.”

Y/n’s chin jutted up. “Well, I raise you. Two thousand pushups.”

“What?” Cass frowned. “That's not how this works. I said "one thousand pushups.” You have to back me up, L/n. That's the pact; end of story.”

“Well, I break the pact,” Y/n said abruptly. “Cass, I hope you understand how serious this is to me.” She whined in a deep voice, “Can't you read between the lines, man?”

“Don't quote Die Hard.”

“Sorry. But we're still sending him in alone.”

Captain Wayne wore shorts and a t-shirt, something Steph was still getting used to seeing. She, however, was on the sidelines, fiddling with her racquet. “You ready, Brown? Psyched up?”

“No, why?” she asked. “Do I seem psyched? 'Cause I'm definitely not. I- I just want to have fun!” She ran a hand through her hair.

“And to win,” Wayne reminded her slowly. 

“Hey hey hey!” Steph shrugged dramatically, pulling at her shirt. “If we all have fun and don't throw any racquets and don't eat squash balls, then we're all winners.”

“What?!”

“Nothing. I'll serve.” 

The game started with Stephanie serving and after a couple hits, their opponent called, “out.”

“What?” Steph shouted. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Then, as if a switch flipped in her head, she gave a high-pitched chuckle and gritted her teeth. “That was... fun. That was a fun call. You're a real fun guy, fun guy. This is fun! This is fun! Right?” Her knuckles turned white on her racquet.

Y/n prepped Roy Harper in the back of a police van. “We need evidence, so get him talking,” she encouraged him. “Ask questions about money, jewels, specifics.”

Roy clenched his jaw and shook his head. “I'm getting kind of nervous, man. This dude is for real. You sure you have everything covered?”

“Yeah. There's a guy on the back door, eyes on the side door, and two dudes on the corner. You'll be fine.”

“What about choppers?” Roy asked. “Do you have access to choppers? With snipers and rockets and shit?”

“No one has rocket choppers,” Cain deadpanned.

“Although that does sound amazing,” Y/n added, eyes lighting up with the possibilities.

“We got eyes on the Arrow.” A voice announced through a walkie talkie. “He's a block and a half away.”

“You ready?” Y/n asked Roy.

Roy nodded. “You and me, N/n. We were born ready.”

“Yeah! Go, Roy, go! You got this! Show me your game face! Whoo!” Y/n hyped him up as he exited the van, clapping him on the shoulders. Once the doors had closed behind Roy, she turned to Cass and stage-whispered, “his game face makes him look constipated.” 

Y/n leaned over the audio transmitter and muttered, “we meet at last, Red Arrow. For six years I've tracked you. And today I'm taking you down.” She said into the microphone, “Roy Harper, can you hear me? Say something to test the wire.”

“Hey, Cain, after we put the cuffs on this guy,” Roy waggled his eyebrows. “I'll be free for dinner. And I’m sure Lian would love another playmate. What do you say?”

“The mic works,” is all Cass said. 

“Miguel! What's up?” 

Roy called out and another voice filtered through. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Roy rambled, “let's talk about jewels. I’m working at the shop again. I can deal with anything you want. Red jewels, blue jewels, one jewel, two jewels. Jewels are really great, aren't they? Real pretty.”

“What is he doing?” Cain asked in disbelief.

“Talking about jewels,” Y/n said as if it was obvious.

“You know what else is great about jewels?” Roy continued, “The way they look. They’re just so pretty.”

Cass shook her head. “That's it. I'm calling it.”

“No!” Y/n shrieked.

“Move, people, we're going in now.” She banged open the door and the other officers ran onto the scene. “On your knees! Hands on your head!” In the basement where the deal was going down, they surrounded a man who was Mexican, maybe 5’8”, had a pointy little beard, and wore a purple tie. He was clutching a thick briefcase and nervously complied with their demands, dropping the briefcase.

“Gotcha, Red Arrow,” Y/n’s chest bloomed with excitement and pride, having finally caught her prize. “Wait, where's Roy Harper?”

“Uh, he went to the bathroom.” The man stammered, unsure if this was all a trick. “I- I'm just here to cut his hair. I don't know what's going on.”

Y/n hummed, “A likely story, Red Arrow…” She bent down and opened the briefcase, revealing scissors, razors, and other supplies. “But you actually do have a lot of hair products.”

“He's gone. He ran,” Cass confirmed.

“Why would he do that?” Y/n exclaimed. “He helped us catch the Red Arrow. That was the deal. This doesn't make any sense unless…” Her mouth fell open and she realised, “Roy Harper is the Red Arrow.” 

As Y/n stood there, shocked, Cass immediately jumped into action. “Put out an APB. Seal off everything for a 20-block radius.”

The audio transmitter beeped and Roy’s voice said, “Yeah, don't bother looking for me. I'm in the wind.” He made a ‘whoosing’ noise into the microphone.

“If you're close enough for me to hear you, you're close enough for me to catch you!” Y/n called back.

“Nah, I got a relay set up, sister.”

“So if you're the Red Arrow, who's this dude?” Y/n asked.

“Well, a couple of years ago you were getting really close, so I started telling all my peeps that if they ever get caught, they should say I’m Mexican, 5’8”, have a pointy beard and always wears a purple tie.”

Y/n nodded stoically. “So then you hired a guy who matched that exact description….”

Roy laughed. “No, no, no, no, no, no. That's my barber, Miguel Barragan. He gave me the idea.”

Miguel was cutting Roy’s hair and commented, “you know, if you can't come in, I do house calls. You just text me a location and I could be there in half an hour.”

Roy beamed. “Good to know.”

“You know, you should actually use him while he's there. He'll give you a crazy good fade. Lian says he… layers her hair? I don’t know.”

“I get crazy good layers from my current barber, thank you very much.” Y/n deduced, “So you dragged us over here, went in there, pretended to talk, and then snuck out the basement. Am I right?”

Roy squealed. “The basement connected to another basement! Which connected to a garage, which is where my boy picked me up with Lian.” 

“Your boy? Oh, that guy from the meet-up. He works for you.” Y/n rolled her sleeves up and tugged at a strand of her hair. “He pretended to be spooked by me and Cain in the parking lot to make sure we let you go to the next meeting by yourself.”

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! You win a prize!”

“You lied to me, Roy Harper,” Y/n whispered dramatically, somewhat hurt and somewhat impressed.

“You brought your daughter along?” Cass mumbled. 

“Gotta be honest, I'm pretty disappointed right now,” Y/n shook her head.

“Sorry it had to go down this way, L/n.” To his credit, Roy sounded a little sad. “Maybe we could've been friends in another world.” He paused then cackled. “If I hadn't just fooled you like a little- Lian, cover your ears- bitch!” An engine revved in the background. “Bitch!”

Y/n shouted back before the line when dead, “You use that mouth to kiss your daughter, Harper?!”

“Brown.” Captain Wayne approached his teammate after a particular gruelling and unfortunate match. “Is everything okay, uh, with your brain?”

“Yeah yeah. I'm great,” Steph said. “I am having… a lot of fun.”

“Yes, I’m sure, given as you’ve said that one hundred and forty three times today.” Wayne pulled her aside and reminded her, “you do realise that if we lose this next match, we're out of the tournament?”

“Yes, but the important thing is we had a good time.”

“No!” Wayne yelled. ”The important thing is that we win the trophy! I promised Clark before he left for Italy that we would do that.” He sighed before admitting, “do you know why I chose you as my partner?”

“Because I'm the most athletic person you know?” Steph’s voice ended in a high pitched question. 

“No, otherwise I would chose Todd. I chose you because of an article I read in the "Sarah Lawrence Phoenix" about a young woman they called ‘squash's unhinged lunatic.’” He pokes her in the chest for extra measure.

Stephanie swallowed harshly. “I- I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Captain.”

“According to that article,” Wayne said, ”that lunatic was 27-0. I need her on my team. I need you… to unleash the beast.”

Steph’s eyes grew wide and she inhaled sharply. Captain Wayne’s smile was just as sharp.

“Whoo!” Steph paraded into the court. “You butternuts ready to get squashed?” Their opponents stared at her and she mocked them. "’Huh? What? Duh?’ That's gonna be you guys while I smoke your butts, because Brucie and the Beast don't even give a what.” She sang the last word and waved her arms dramatically.

Bruce repeated stoically, ”we don't give a what.”

“Unh-uh. Whoo! Let's do this.”

The matches went on, and with the Beast unleashed, Stephanie and Bruce won every single one- not without earning a reputation.

“Boo-ya-kah, suckers!” 

Whenever someone called her shot out, Steph had a few choice words. “You kidding me? Are you kidding me?”

But when they won a point, she was enthusiastically crazed, even to the point where she slapped Captain Wayne on the butt. “Way to go! That's it, baby!”

Y/n approached Cass’s desk. “Hey,” she mumbled. “So�� I went back to his house. Unsurprisingly a dead end.”

“I have a lot of work to do, L/n,” Cass said firmly, standing up to leave.

“Wait. I want to say something.” Y/n sighed and began, “we've worked together long enough to know that you hate apologies. So, I just wanted to ask you to join the Roy Harper case. Officially, as partners. I wanna catch this guy and I can't do it without you.”

“No, you can't,” Cass agreed.

“Now I believe I owe you one thousand pushups.” Y/n grimaced.

Cass gave her friend a small smile. “I don't care about the pushups, Y/n. I care that you didn't honour our pact. I've always trusted you, and when you went against me, it made me feel like you don't trust me.”

“I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again,” Y/n promised.

“No, it won't. Now get down on the floor.”

What?” Y/n yelped. “You just said you didn't care about the pushups!”

“I changed my mind.”

Taking a long breath, the detective said, “Fair enough. A pact's a pact.” She nodded at Cass, knowing she couldn’t back down. Y/n shed her jacket, stared Cass in the eye, and stooped to the ground, beginning to honour her deal. “One, two, three…”

“Two hundred and sixty nine…”

“Heh. Sixty-nine.” Damian chuckled as he sauntered by, snapping a picture of his best friend. “I’m using this for blackmail,” he shouted back at her.

“Okay!” Y/n gave him a weak thumbs up before going back to her pushups.

“Five hundred and thirteen…”

Jason walked past her, calling out, “Night, L/n.”

“Night. Five hundred and fourteen…” she panted.

“Hey, Derek,” Y/n greeted the night janitor. Derek waved back. “One thousand…” she did one more pushup before whining the rest of her sentence. “Is so many pushups! I'm never gonna make it.” She shouted out, “What am I at?”

Captain Wayne marched by. “Nine hundred and one.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“You said two thousand, remember?”

“Argh! I should've trusted you, Ca-a-a-in!” she sobbed loudly, a stripe of sweat staining the back of her shirt. 

“Clark, there's something we'd like to show you.” Stephanie and Captain Wayne day in front of his computer, face-timing with Bruce’s husband, Clark.

“Ta-da!” Steph held up the trophy proudly.

“Ah, magnificent.” Clark said from Italy. “The trophy is ours! I look forward to getting number four next year.”

“Actually, we've been banned for life from all future tournaments.” Wayne sucked air in through his teeth, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, geez. What happened?”

Stephanie popped back into screen. “My fault, Clark.” The bruises on her arms and legs confirmed her words. “I snapped the second-place trophy over my knee and threw it in a toilet.”

“...Oh, my.”

“Yeah.”

“But the important thing is, we had fun,” Bruce smiled softly.

“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed.

“I don’t want to do it,” Dick said. “She’s not my problem.” 

“She’s literally your problem,” Steph rolled her eyes. “You’re her sergeant.”

“And as your sergeant,” Dick said. “I command you to take care of L/n.” 

Stephanie glared at him. “You’re abusing your powers, Grayson,” she whispered ominously. “Get Todd to do it!” 

“Todd’s already taken care of her,” Dick nodded to Jason who had placed a doughnut and a cup of coffee on Y/n’s desk and a blanket over Y/n’s sleeping form. He had attempted to place a pillow under her head, but when he tried, Y/n had grumbled and whined. Jason didn’t want to disturb her, so he just left her on the floor. Every moment or so, Jason would glance down at Y/n to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully and a loud noise hadn’t roused her. 

“They really are idiots,” Steph muttered. 

“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “They are.”

[phebth]

Pills

Tw: mention of illegal drugs, prescribed medication, foul language, violence, “bad trip”

☆ G/N reader, reader goes to college, oc ish Sanzu? ☆

A/N: Important to note I've never taken any heavy drugs so i’m sorry if the description is wrong! First time writing for Tokyorev I’ve never watched the anime but I’ve read A LOT of fanfiction so that's why it’s mid, anyways enjoy 😸

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Sanzu had decided to stay the night as he had gotten badly hurt earlier that evening when fighting. He insisted he was fine and that it was just a bruise but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that his ego was also hurt, you knew not to mention it since it would've been rude. “I’m fine baby let's just forget this all happened and get to bed,” he said as he took something out of his pocket and set it on the kitchen counter. After that, you both went to bed knowing you had responsibilities in the morning.

You awoke to him peppering kisses all over your face, he always did this when he had to leave early in the morning not even having time to stay for breakfast as he dashed out the door grabbing his things off the counter. As for you, you slowly got up to do your morning chores while doing so you thought about last night, you still had about an hour before leaving so you took that time to get ready for school and to make breakfast. You opened the pill bottle while looking at your phone your best friend had texted you about her one-night stand and how hot he was. A glass of apple juice in your right hand ready to chase down the medication, it was second nature to you at this point.

You went back to your room ready to get dressed you smiled to yourself knowing if Sanzu were here he’d complain as this part always took the longest. Finally, after 10 minutes you had your outfit, now you just needed to brush your teeth as you made your way to the bathroom you started feeling queasy….. You held on to the bathroom counter for support as your vision blurred. An uncomfortable feeling in your gut, “It’s probably because of stress” you thought. You had an important exam coming up and you took every opportunity you could to study which had taken up all of your free time.

You picked up your textbooks and shoved them in your bag “Wait I'm missing one” you thought as you glanced toward your desk spotting the missing notebook. You got up quickly “Shit,” you said as the world started spinning around you “I got up too fast,” you thought as you clung to the doorframe, your vision blurring as your ears start ringing. You were clutching on the door frame for dear life at this point if you weren’t you were sure to be on the ground by now, something wasn’t right, your heartbeat was fast, you could barely keep yourself up, you couldn’t think straight and….. Since when did we have two hallways??…..

“Something is wrong” is all you could come up with as you felt your thoughts leave your mind as if they had a mind of their own. You desperately tried to think of what could have caused this…..

….Yesterday…………….

……………Knock…………door…………….

…….Sanzu………talking………………

……Bruise…………….

…………………..Pills……………………counter…………………

…………….Sleep…………

…

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………

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized…You could hear your phone ringing from the kitchen

Sanzu was told by Mikey to wait for him behind the warehouse. According to him, it was way too early to be out and about at 7 AM he would’ve preferred to stay in bed with you cuddled up. He reached into his pocket to grab a cigarette, fortunately, it was his last one as he lit it he made a mental note to stop by the convenience store to get a new pack. Speaking of a new pack last night he had gotten scammed by his new “dealer” he had sold him the wrong stuff which was 1/3 of his usual dose. He smirked as he remembered how his night ended, with a bloody nose on the ground knocked out cold. “That ought to teach him,” he thought to himself as a cold wind brushed past him.

Chills ran up his spine making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, it wasn’t that cold out…. He was feeling….on edge…like something wasn’t right. Chalking it up to his drug craving he threw his cigarette on the ground crushing it under his foot as he reached into his left pocket for the pill bottle. At this point, he didn’t care if that lowlife had given him the wrong dosage he needed something to fill the void expanding in him.

He took the bottle out of his pocket, opened the lid and poured out its contents.

…

White and blue pills pooled in his hand. Cylinder shaped……… not his usual round white pills….

…..But that’s not what he saw last night…..

He thought back to last night when he was talking to his “ex” dealer. No, no he clearly remembers opening the bottle and taking 4 after beating him senseless. It's all he could think about walking home, getting in the door taking-

…

……

He quickly forced them back in realizing the label…..

Shinjukukabukicho Pharmacy

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Japan,Tokyo, Shinjuku City, Kabukicho, 1 Chome−16−1 Shinjuku

Tel- 000-000-0000

30mg Vyvanse

Y/N L/N

He stood there. Not moving, not breathing, not a single sound came out. How could he have been so stupid?!? Why did he have to put his drugs right next to your medication?! He knew why you kept it out too because if you didn’t see them you would forget about taking them-! “What time is it?” He pulls out his watch as the clock reads 7:37 AM. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” he cried out taking out his phone as fast as he could. It had been well over 30 minutes since you had taken your “medication” and he immediately called you. His legs have a mind of their own immediately heading toward the nearest shortcut to your house. “FUCK” he screamed as you didn’t pick up on the first try, he was so angry with himself for making such a stupid mistake that could possibly cost you your life.

You felt like you were gonna throw up, the thought of you puking your breakfast all over the floor was not a pleasant image making you feel even sicker. The sound of your phone ringing felt like a police siren blaring through the street, you weakly crawled toward the kitchen and lifted yourself to pick up your phone.

“Hello..-”

“Y/N BABY I’M SO SORRY, I messed up so badly please stay with me I’m almost home,” Sanzu said running back home

You had known about your boyfriend’s drug addiction since you met him, it bothered you at first and you even started to try convincing him to quit however he made it clear he had no intention of doing so. You came to a compromise that he wouldn’t be on drugs around you as it broke your heart seeing him that way.

“You……wrong………pills…” you meekly said to him on the phone.

“I know baby please I'm so sorry please forgive me,” he said finally seeing your house in the distance. He ran up to the door practically breaking it open and immediately made his way to the kitchen where you were lying down on the ground. He had never been more terrified in his life, he quickly picked you up and brought you to the bedroom setting you down softly on the mattress. “Shhhh baby it's okay I'm here now alright? I understand how you feel ok? Don’t worry the effects will wear off soon it’ll be okay I promise” he said softly while caressing your hair. You were shaking from head to toe confused and scared but somewhat reassured that your lover was here with you. “Gimme….. hand…” you said while reaching toward his, you could feel his skin rubbing against yours, they were usually rough but it was different you could feel every ridge in his skin. Seeing you calmed and stressed him out even more, thoughts ran through his head as he could barely think straight. “I’m here y/n, I'm not going anywhere” he whispered, it made you feel safe and slowly but surely calmed you down.

After 30 long minutes, you had sobered up enough to form a coherent sentence.

“Sanzu can you do me a favour?”

“Yes anything you want baby what do you need?”

You stared a him for a little bit, and slowly a smile started to form “Don’t ever do that again please.” you said as you got up from his lap.

“I promise you it will never happen again” Sanzu declared as he looked into your eyes thanking the lord for having you in his life.

Ps: I’m so sorry if this is shit it’s my first time writing smth so long and new also I just searched up a random pharmacy in Japan but I put my adhd medication in the label so don’t come at me 😅

[milimeters-morales]

chapter 9 of my transfem miles fic!

Chap 1 / Chap 2 / Chap 3 / Chap 4 / Chap 5 / Chap 6 / Chap 7 / Chap 8

Wordcount: 4k+

Warnings: trans kid gets called slurs and beat up (the beating up isn't shown happening). to skip, stop reading once the whole park section ends (the linebreak), and pick it back up again at "Kenneth smiles, showing off their bloodied teeth" because I don't recc skipping the entire section tbh. but you can do that if you want, just go to the next linebreak.

“I’m just saying, I’ve been through worse--” Miles starts, shutting up at the pained look on his parents’ faces. 

“No extreme Spider-Manning,” his dad tells him, crossing his arms. “And take one of my jackets. It’s getting cold out.”

It’s not, Miles thinks as he grabs his dad’s smallest coat from the rack. It was still too big, the sleeves were going past his hands, but he kind of liked that. 

“And take my scarf,” his mom adds, crossing her arms too.

Dang it, they’re mirroring! Now he’s definitely not going to win any argument he makes now.

“It’s not that cold out,” he tries.

“The weather is unpredictable,” his mom replies instantly, like she had that excuse prepared.

Ughhh. You crack a few ribs, break one nose, and nearly (well, literally) pass out from exhaustion one time! Okay, maybe more than once, but that’s besides the point. He’s not made of glass-- he’s still here, isn’t he? Did he die?

No, but he probably would if he said anything other than, “Yes Mother and Father, I’ll run home as soon as the wind gets too strong for my fragile bones!”

“Fix your face,” his dad tells him as he makes his way to the door.

Miles schools his expression, not even realizing he was scowling like someone personally insulted him, and sighs.

“Don’t you sigh at us,” his mom says, “we’re just trying to make sure you’ll be alright.”

“I am, Ma. I’m just going hang with Ganke and Gwen.”

“The second, and I mean the second--“

Miles really considers interrupting her to speed this up. And that’s the difference between him and a dead Miles, because a dead Miles definitely would have already done that. Add another reason to the “Why Miles Would Have Gotten Into Visions Anyway” list, this for sure counts.

“--hurting, you come home, okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods and shrugs.

She narrows her eyes, and his dad tilts his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once he’s finally out of that house, and breathing in the fresh air on the street, Miles takes off the scarf, puts it in the jacket pocket, and ties the jacket around his waist. It really isn’t that cold, his parents are just extra worried since he came home with kind of bad injuries yesterday. 

When he woke up to get breakfast (after texting Ganke that yes, he was fine, and no, he wouldn’t be a “rich widow”), his mom and dad were hovering more than usual, and his dad looked anxious to even clap him on his shoulder like he usually did in the mornings. 

It’s not like he’s never shown up injured before, he’s come home with worse! Sure, they don’t usually know, but it’s not like he was going to die. He was just a bit roughed up.

They must’ve seen some disturbing story on the news, or something. 

_____

“How was the fudge?” Gwen asks him as he shows up to the candy store. They had all agreed to meet here, as some sort of “reward” for Miles.

“Oh, I didn’t eat it yet,” he answers, “how’s Brick? That guy you helped me with?”

Ganke snorts at the name as he grabs some sour gummies.

“Right,” Gwen nods, “he’s apparently back to normal? Spider-Doc called me in and let me see him, but he wants you to come in and double check.”

“But I didn’t see him when he was normal.”

“That’s what I said probably happened,” Gwen gestures towards him with more nodding, “but he said Brick would probably want to see a familiar Spidey anyway. So yeah, he looks normal, but he’s exhausted and not really cooperative. That bracelet can only last like, two weeks.”

Miles gums and grabs some plantain chips and a slushie cup. “Alright, why can’t we visit now? It’ll only take a few minutes, right?”

Gwen shrugs. “Wait, can we take you?” she asks Ganke, reaching up to grab a bag of chocolate pretzels for him after seeing him go to stand on his tip-toes.

“Short ass,” Miles laughs, dodging the punch to his shoulder. “But I don’t know, I’ve never seen anyone else bring civilians to what remains.”

“Oh my god, you sound so ominous when you call it that,” Ganke laughs, making his way over to the counter. “And I don’t wanna go anyway.”

Gwen reluctantly grabs her own snacks, complaining about none of them being sweet or salty enough to actually be worth it. They all pay for their candy (with Ganke’s money, he’s sure to remind Gwen and Miles) and leave, walking down the street and chowing down.

“Alright, so Margo and Doc had found the dimension Brick was from, but don't think it’s a good idea to let him go back yet because we don’t know about the other effects-- if there are any-- of the super steroid,” Gwen explains as she chews her strawberry wafers. “Not what its name by the way, don’t call it that. Doc gets annoyed and starts explaining exactly what the drug is.”

“Isn’t that a good thing to know?” Miles asks, looking down each alley they pass. 

“Miles, it’s like fifteen different ingredients with names longer than the pi,” Gwen rolls her eyes, “Anyway, Doc’s waiting ‘till Brick’s coherent enough. Might take most of the day, but just wanted to let you know.”

Miles nods, eyes catching on someone. It was some kid, he thinks, just playing on a phone. Why did he focus on--

“Ohhh!” He whisper-shouts, quickly looking away and back to his friends, “that’s Kenneth!” 

“Who?” Gwen and Ganke ask at the same time.

Shoot. “Nobody, just some kid I helped as the other guy,” Miles explains hurriedly. “They don’t actually know me.”

“Aw, but you two look like you’d be friends,” Ganke replies, still looking at Kenneth. “God knows you need more normal ones. No offense, Gwen.”

“I get it,” she says, also still looking at Kenneth. It’s like these two all of a sudden forgot what manners are!

“Stop staring at them! Come on,” He hisses out, feeling shame claw at his back and shoulders. He steers the two to the other side of the street, not so subtly checking if Kenneth looked up at any point.

“Jeez, that perfume lasts long,” Gwen comments, “you smell like a romance novel cover.”

“I hate that I know exactly what you mean,” he replies.

“Why are you so on edge anyway?” Ganke asks him. “Something happen? …Other than yesterday?”

“My parents… they’re just… protective,” he decides on. “C’mon, let’s just go before it gets too crowded.”

_____

Of course, because Miles can’t have anything, the cat cafe’s grand opening was too crowded and left him and Gwen overstimulated, irritated, and wanting to escape. Gwen and Ganke didn’t even get to choose ridiculous names to call the cats instead of their actual ones, which usually would’ve had Miles thanking every deity he could think of for this miracle, but it was just awful this time.

He let Gwen scurry off to Hobie’s dimension to calm down, and dropped Ganke off at home, apologizing for ruining the day. The boy told him he didn’t ruin anything, and kissed his cheek before heading inside. Miles didn’t really believe that, but it’s fine, he can act like he does. 

After a few stress bites and scratches, a loose brick crumbled into dust, and some breathing exercises, Miles is ready to be Spider-Man for the rest of the day.

At some point, he ends up in the park helping a few parents set up a pretty expensive looking birthday party (which earns him a cupcake, score!) and goes to swing off again, but a little girl calling out to him seconds before zipping closer to cling to his leg stops him.

“Spidey, you smell good!” The little girl missing-- who’s missing one of her front teeth, now isn’t that cute-- smiles up at him. “You smell like my ma!”

Normally, this sentence would be extremely weird, but considering he just saved a woman wearing the strongest perfume in the world yesterday, it’s justified. It’s reached normal strength levels today, from what his parents said, so that’s a small positive. 

Miles laughs, “Aw, thank you! Where is your mama?”

“Norah says she’s busy far away!”

Miles nods, “And who’s Norah? Is that your sister?”

The little girl giggles, “Nooo! That’s my other ma! She’s super tall!”

Miles nods again, “Ohhh, I see! My bad! Let’s go find her, she must be wondering where you are!” Offering his hand to the girl, whose hand is impossibly small in his own, he begins to walk where she came from.

“So what does she look like?” 

“Umm,” the girl says, whipping her head around as she searches around, “she’s got red hair like Ariel. And her favorite color is green!”

Luckily, someone with red hair that vibrant is easy to spot in the park.

Norah’s eyes widen as she turns from the man she’s talking to on a bench and sees her daughter being guided to her by Spider-Man. “Hi honey, are you okay? Why are you with Spider-Man?”

“I’m fine, he smells like Ma! Smell him!” the little girl excitedly informs her mom, running and hugging her legs.

“Oh, no thank you, I believe you,” Norah laughs, brushing her hair out of her face. 

And man, that kid wasn’t lying at all. The woman is tall, so tall that Miles has to actually move his head a considerable amount when he looks up at her.

“Go back to playing with Micah and his friends, honey,” Norah runs a hand through the girl’s short hair before she takes off to a sandbox, “and don’t wander off this time!”

“She probably means the perfume you’re wearing. It smells a lot like what my ex used to wear,” Norah gives him a warm smile after sighing. “I didn’t even know they still sold that scent! She always got it from like, a reseller.”

Miles smiles and shrugs, “I don’t know if they do, but a woman I saved was wearing it. Guess it’s still that strong, huh?”

“Ahh, that makes more sense,” Norah says, the man behind her humming and nodding.

…Why did that make him feel kind of weird? Put on the spot, almost?

“We won’t keep you,” Norah says, going back to sit on the bench.

“Alright! Have a nice day!”

Miles swings off, feeling strange. 

Sure, he hasn’t met any guys that wear perfume, but it’s the same thing as cologne. Something to make you smell good! He knows it’s not that common, but women wear cologne all the time. Right? So, a man wearing perfume wouldn’t be that weird.

“God, why are you so defensive…” he mutters to himself. 

____

Later that night, when he’s expertly convinced his parents he won’t get into any fights (but come on, be serious), he’s trying to calm down after being held at gunpoint by a would-be mugger that looked way too young to fully understand what they were doing.

It turned out fine, but still. Gunpoint. You’d think after nearly 2 years, he could take it like it was nothing.

Anyway, he’s swinging off the stress, when he hears it-- the telltale sounds of a fight.

He rockets down to a nearby rooftop and peeks over the edge, eyes widening when he sees Kenneth-- again! The kid was cornered by four much larger people. At least one of them must’ve been an adult or something! Kenneth was sneering-- that’s blood, that’s blood-- at the group, fists balled at their sides and shaking.

Darting down, Miles lands between Kenneth and the four others, spreading his arms out. “What, you got a problem?” he asks them loudly, stepping forward. Two flinch back at his sudden appearance, the other two looking surprised but not moving. “You deaf or something?” He narrows his lenses in the way he knows people don’t like and revels in those resulting furrowed brows.

“You defending him?” one of the men asks, sounding genuinely surprised. Is this man serious?

“Them,” Kenneth spits out from behind Miles. 

“You beating on a kid? You ain’t got anything better to do with your lives?” Miles can feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins, teeth grinding and chest getting tight. He takes another step forward, sending one of them running off with mutters about “not getting tased”. 

“Pussy!” Kenneth shouts after the runner, and Miles doesn’t feel the need to say anything about that. His focus is on the three excuses of-- 

Calm down. Kenneth’s safety is more important than his anger. 

“Spidey, you know that’s a man, right?” the second man asks him.

“A tranny,” the third man spits out.

The word hits his ears like a pot of boiling water spills onto his feet, like he’s being hit with that truck all over again. There’s mini explosions in his chest, and it feels like his head literally empties, leaving only… scribbles. Incoherent, angry, scared scribbles.

Miles lets the electricity in his veins glow bright enough to cast shadows against the walls. “You’re being assholes. Get lost!”

The third man leaves, grumbling, and dragging the second with him despite the difficulty since the second just assumed they could all win the fight against Miles if they stuck together. 

“Oh, not only are you assholes, you’re stupid too? Pick a struggle!” Miles rolls his eyes at the two retreaters. “What, you really wanna try it? You?” He looks the final man still standing in front of him up and down and tries to put as much disdain, disbelief, and annoyance in his voice until it practically drips with all three. He scoffs to make it hurt a little, in the way everyone else at school does when someone asks for a girl’s number, “Yeah, right.”

The man sneers and quickly stomps out of the alley after the others. “...kind of man wears perfume, prolly one of ‘em…” he mutters as he leaves.

A few moments pass, and once Kenneth breathes out a heavy sigh of relief, Miles finally relaxes, breathing out a sigh of his own.

“I am so sorry about that,” he apologizes, letting the electricity die down and turning to face Kenneth. Now that he’s close up, he can see blood dripping down from their nose and a bruise on their cheek. “Look, I’ll walk you home.”

“Thanks,” Kenneth smiles, showing off their bloodied teeth. Yeesh. “I don’t actually think I could’ve won that one.”

As they’re walking down the street, Miles keeps a hand on Kenneth’s shoulder, wondering if he should take them to urgent care just in case. 

“I’m still real sorry you had to hear that,” he tells them, “those jerks don’t know a thing. Grown ass men… how old are you?”

“I’m fourteen! My birthday was last month,” Kenneth happily informs him. The baby fat on their cheeks makes Miles’s heart ache, and he struggles to smile. Did he used to look like that? Only fourteen, and having to deal with adults hating them to the point of beating them up for the way they dress and identify. Jesus. Maybe they’re more alike than he thought. 

“I just turned sixteen,” Miles admits.

“Really? Is that why you do that deep voice thing?”

Embarrassment makes him falter in step, nearly face planting on the ground. “Uh, no, I…”

Every possible answer he could give is embarrassing! Why did he even bring up age in the first place?!

Kenneth smiles and seems to consider him. “Y’know… if… I totally get it, if you do the voice for… other reasons. I mean, I know some guys who do that, but you already sound fine.”

“Thank you,” Miles takes the compliment with only the tiniest bit of confusion. Kenneth thought… ohhhh. Ohhhh. 

Should he correct them? 

Yes, duh. 

…

But he doesn’t really want to. Kenneth isn’t entirely sure that he’s transgender, just guessing, right? Is this bad? Is he doing something wrong right now not clearing this up?

He feels like he was just put on the spot in the middle of class or something. He shouldn’t be so anxious, this is ridiculous-- Kenneth’s the one that just got attacked!

But this is obviously also bad... but he's just so hesitant, for some reason.

“I won’t tell anybody, if you are like me,” Kenneth says softly, blood dried on their face but a sparkle in their eye, “don’t worry.”

____

Miles unlocks the door to his family’s apartment, still talking with Gwen. 

“--can’t believe it’s still on me either! Anyway, how about next weekend? The cafe probably won’t calm down for a week, and there’s a new garden here, the kind that offers tours and stuff. I saw some pictures online-- Hi Dad,” Miles says, nodding to his dad as he makes his way to his room.

“Miles? What’s that smell?” his dad asks him from his spot on the couch. He swings an arm over the back of it and fixes Miles with a quizzical look. Without his glasses on, his squinting looks even more suspicious.

“Uh, still that perfume,” Miles answers, wishing he got the power of teleportation instead of his super-anxiety. “I gotta go, let me know what you think,” he rushes out into the watch, quickly taking it off and shoving it into his jacket pocket.

His dad gets up and walks over, sniffing the air. “Oh, you… found another bottle?” he asks hesitantly, crossing his arms and tilting his head, “Jesus, that is strong.”

“Everyone else says it’s not,” Miles reassures him, “apparently they don’t even make this anymore?”

“I see why,” his dad mumbles, “so how… how was it?”

“How was what?”

“Going around, smelling like perfume all day. Nobody gave you any trouble?”

Miles hears that protectiveness in his dad’s question, and thinks about Norah and that man she was talking to, the men that attacked Kenneth, and his mom saying how she could say she was the reason for it yesterday. It all made him feel weird, like he was expecting something that he wasn’t even sure of.

“Nah. I mean, some people didn’t expect it, but nothing mean.”

“Okay, that’s good,” his dad nods, “want some spaghetti? Your mom’ll be home in a few minutes, come help set everything out.”

After dinner, which was only partially ruined for him and his dad because of his mom’s ER horror stories that she’s brought home today, Miles gets ready for bed. Well, a few hours of relaxing and maybe another patrol then actual bed. 

As he’s walking back to his room after his shower, legs freshly shaved and piercings cleaned, his dad stops him to ask him something, but stops mid-question with wide eyes. Miles smiles, unsure of what’s wrong, and tilts his head. Stuff about hair and a mustache are all he can make out of his dad’s incomprehensible (excited?) sputtering.

“How didn’t I see this earlier! I was right across from you!” His dad’s loud and all up in his face as he turns it every which way in search of more hairs.

“Maybe you just need new glasses,” Miles shrugs, trying to pull his face free as gently as possible.

“Rio! Get in here!” 

Miles resists the urge to roll his eyes. 

“What? What, is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong--”

“Miles is growing a beard!”

“Whaaat?” His mom’s sleepy eyes widen, a tired but proud smile growing on her face as she lightly slaps his dad’s hands away to replace them with her own. “Ahh, I see them! You’re growing up too fast!” She playfully slaps at his arm, “Stop it.”

“I’ll slow down,” Miles sighs exaggeratedly, head hanging like he’s just so inconvenienced.

“How didn’t I notice this? Can’t believe you’re growing into a man,” his dad places the heels of his palms on his forehead, eyes wide. “Next thing I know he’s off to college, getting married--” he starts rambling as he paces in the living area.

“Dad, really?” Miles puts his hands on his hips. “It’s just a little hair. It’s not even on my chin.”

“--us in a nursing home-- Just a little hair?! This is--”

“You’re really calm,” his mom whispers to him as they watch his dad continue to gesture wildly and wear down the floorboards. “You’re not even a little excited?”

“I freaked out about it earlier,” he whispers back with a small smile.

“You and your father, I swear,” she huffs with a shake of her head.

____

As he’s suiting up again after he’s sure his parents are asleep, his watch buzzes. Putting his glove in his mouth to free both hands, he grabs it to see a message from Margo.

|Margo Kess 22191-B: hey Gwen invited me to your garden thing next weekend but said she forgot to check with you 2 see if it was okay?

|Miles Morales 1610-B: It’s fine! We’ll have to get there pretty early like 9am maybe

|Miles Morales 1610-B: what time would that be for you

|Margo Kess 22191-B: uhh let me check

|Margo Kess 22191-B: that’s like 1pm for me :v dw

|Miles Morales 1610-B: alright that’s good! 

|Margo Kess 22191-B: : thanks! Gwen would have told you herself but she broke her phone

|Miles Morales 1610-B: fight gone wrong?

|Margo Kess 22191-B: she said everything was 2 loud and fast so she just crushed it in her hands this morning :/

|Miles Morales 1610-B: Oh it must’ve been from our trip to this cat cafe

|Miles Morales 1610-B: turned out to be a bad idea for us!

|Margo Kess 22191-B: i hope the garden doesn’t turn out 2 be like that </3 

|Miles Morales 1610-B: sameee

Once he’s fully dressed, he grabs a random jacket. It was a little too big, must’ve been one of the newer ones his mom bought him after his growth spurt. 

It’s a nice night , he thinks as he perches on the roof of a library. 

A cloudless starry sky, a nice breeze, and-- hold on, is that his physics teacher?

Mrs. Chesterfield and some man are walking together out of the J-Mart across the road. Oh man, should he say hi? No, right? No. That would be kind of weird, and she’s been a little annoying lately anyway. He doesn’t actually have anything to say to her anyway that wouldn’t expose who he is.

The man she’s walking with spots him and gives a small wave. Mrs. Chesterfield notices and gives a small wave as well, but with a pleasant smile.

Miles waves back, watching as they leave in their car. 

So weird. He knows, realistically, his teachers have lives outside of school, but to see them with other people, and doing what, going on a snack run? To see them do something so normal is just plain strange. He wonders how they clean their houses…

A quiet sound of paper ripping pulls him out of thoughts, and a faint whisper makes him look behind him. Hobie’s in the courtyard below, swiftly closing the portal behind him and jumping up to the roof to sit next to Miles.

“Relax,” Hobie tells him, “just checking on you.”

“Why?” Miles scoots over to put some comfortable space between them, “Did something happen?”

Hobie is quiet for a moment, mismatched eyes boring into Miles’s own and making him look to the side, before turning and facing ahead.

Alright, so he’s not going to get an answer?

“You can tell me, it’s fine,” he insists, but when Hobie doesn’t want to do something, he just won’t. Miles learned that the sorta-hard way when he kept expecting Hobie to continue conversations instead of letting an awkward silence take over. At first, it seemed like Hobie was just toying with him, but Gwen explained that Hobie was “just like that.”

The two sit in silence, Miles looking for a conversation starter. Something (most likely) happened, and things tend to be… pretty bad in Hobie’s dimension. 

As his eyes flit about, they land on the skirt Hobie’s wearing. It’s one of the old lady skirts Miles bought for him, but it’s been torn haphazardly at the end and stained with something, probably bleach? 

“I like what you did with the skirt,” he says, smiling. “Did you do the same with the other ones?”

Hobie shakes his head. “Gave ‘em away.”

“Oh, that’s nice! I was actually at a shelter a few days ago, I think I’m gonna go again to give some people my old clothes,” Miles says. Okay, so he wasn’t thinking that until now, but it still sounds like a good idea. Maybe he’ll see that manager lady again.

His mind drifts to the old man that kept arguing. Ugh. 

“S’good,” Hobie mumbles. “You and the others, you know you can come to me, yeah?”

Shit, was he not visiting Hobie’s dimension enough? Yeah, he doesn’t visit that much, but he thought Hobie preferred it that way!

“Yeah, of course! I’m sure the others know that too,” he nods, “well, you might have to remind Margo. She’s never even visited me before, and she’s only coming next weekend because Gwen asked her to.”

Hobie taps on the roof, “I meant, if your parents start that bullshit. But that too, that too.”

Miles’s anxiety turns to confusion. “Why would my parents get that mad? I mean, Spider-Man was an unpleasant surprise, sure, but--”

Hobie gives him a sad(?) look, which makes him stop and think. Does he do anything that--

Oh, DUH!

“I mean, I don’t think Mom and Dad would get mad at me dating Ganke, of all things to get mad at me about,” Miles rushes out, playing with the sleeves of his jacket. The anxiety comes back, settling in his legs and shoulders.

“I don’t wanna say don’t trust them,” Hobie says slowly, as if explaining bad news to a toddler, “but I want you to have a backup. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” Miles repeats, considering the possibility. “I just… I mean, I don’t think they’re like that. They’ve never said anything about… hating gay people or anything…” But what if…

“I don’t want you to freak out,” Hobie tells him quickly, squinting. “It’s just always a possibility, and I don’t want you to be lost if worse comes to worst. It’s smart.”

Miles brings his knees to his chin. His parents are good people, they wouldn’t hate him for something like this. They love him! But… he knows a lot of people say that, and don’t know for sure, and get a nasty surprise. He’s heard stories online and on the news that turn out even worse. 

“I’m not freaking out,” he says aloud, more for himself than Hobie. “I just never considered it before, y’know?” 

“Yeah. I know,” Hobie sighs. “I know.”

“Shit, man…” Miles says after a few moments of silence. “So… what should I do? I can’t just run away from here and leave my dimension without a Spider-Man.”

Hobie taps again. “That’s what you have us for.”

He briefly meets Miles’s eyes, and though he doesn’t smile, the warmth is there. It’s almost too much, but thankfully Hobie looks away first. “Just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“...Thanks,” Miles smiles. “Do you want to join me tonight? Or do you wanna go give the others the same talk?”

Hobie stands up, stretching his arms high above him. “I can tell ‘em after. Lemme get changed.”

Score!

A/N: past me was again not pleased with this chapter but it literally looks fine? it's short and sweet! well not sweet 100% but i feel like it's nicely packaged with a simple bow. kenneth nation sorry for hurting our cousin

[infernalodie]

Hey! Could you write a sarah cameron x black male reader where the reader catches her with john b?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

"𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭"

Inspo: Sam Smith - The Thrill Of It All

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You were clouded in the thrill of it all to see the truth...

Warnings: Angst and violence

Words: 1336

“What the fuck?”

There was a pause in time. It was long enough that your heart seized to supply the pump of blood through your body. It ran cold and froze over with your heart deteriorating. Rotting down and quickly leaving you a trembling and emotionless husk.

Because stepping into your bedroom, expecting to find Sarah waiting for you as she’d promised. You found John B naked, Sarah on top of him and their eyes focused on you. It seemed they were experiencing the imaginative chills as well, judging by Sarah letting out incomplete words as she scrambled to get off John B. The other grabbed his boxers and slipped them on with Sarah finding something to cover her body.

If the world could swallow you whole, now would be the time. Because if it didn’t, if nothing was holding you back in a few seconds, you were going to bring hell out from under and kill John B.

“What the fuck?” You repeated, blinking rapidly as you looked between the two. “W-What the fuck? You’ve been fucking-” Your nose twitched, raising your hand and pointing at John B. “You’ve been fucking HIM?”

It was a foreign question on your tongue and to be uttered from your lips. Because not once in a million years did you ever believe you would have to ask. Neither did you ever expect to witness Sarah cheat. But now, going back on all the times Topper tried to warn you, you felt stupid for never paying closer attention.

“Y/n, just, please, listen to me- Y/n!” Sarah couldn’t stop you from running across the room and tackling John B to the ground. Grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking him to his feet to send him flying into a wall, face first. “Y/n, stop!”

“You fuck my girlfriend?” You kicked the boy repeatedly in the stomach. Steel toe boots met his abdomen and chest as you cowered in a ball. “You fucking piece of worthless shit! I trusted you and this is how you repay me? Huh? You’re dead, Routledge!” Lifting the boy back to his feet, you kicked him towards the door. “I’ll give you a chance to run and get your friends. But believe me, I’m coming for you, John. Fucking believe that!”

The boy, one you once called a friend, scrambled out of your room a bloody and beaten mess. Hearing him tumbling down the stairs as you grabbed his clothes and tossed them out your window. You moved throughout the room with a flaming look in your eyes. A defining tenseness in your caramel-toned figure. Hands trembling as you grounded your teeth together, creating a painful ache in your jaw.

Which left Sarah to stand there, practically naked with only a blanket covering her chest, to watch you. And it wasn’t the most pleasing environment to be in. You moving things around, you were more aggressive and didn’t care when you tossed items across the room. Only making the girl more fearful as to what you were going to say or do.

“What the fuck are you still doing in my room, Sarah?” You mused. “Get the fuck out and go home. I’m done with you.”

“Y/n, you’ve got this all wrong-”

She tried, and she wish she hadn’t. Finding you spinning around and looking down at her with a scowl. Brows tensed as you stared at her incredulously. “I’ve got this all wrong?” You repeated. “How the fuck do I have this wrong? I found you fucking my friend! What is there to be wrong about?”

“It just happened, it’s nothing serious,” she defended. “I promise you that I didn’t want this to happen.”

You scoffed, brushing past her and picking up her clothes. “You keep telling yourself that Sarah,” you muttered. “If you didn’t want this to happen, then you wouldn’t have had sex in my bed.”

Sarah couldn’t find the right words to reply with, because you were right. She felt no shame in admitting it or stepping down because it was the truth.

“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked, walking towards you. “Baby-” When her hand touched your bicep, you recoiled. Face hardened in a closed-off wall of stone-cold emotion that wouldn’t break until she finally left. When you would finally end things. “Do you want a promise? Do you want the truth? What do you want and I’ll give it to you.”

The sound of the plea on her lips was pitiful and shameful to hear. How she could still try and fight for you two after doing what she did? How could she have done unspeakable acts in your bed and acted like it wasn’t anything? If she wanted to hurt you, she should’ve just broken up with you with no words except a text and blocked you. Maybe then, you would’ve handled it better, but you were feeling all types of emotions and couldn’t figure out what platform of state to stand on. Should you be angry? Should you be frustrated? Should be sad?

But perhaps the stagger in your emotions wasn’t bad because it was only yesterday that you were spent smiling and laughing with the girl of your dreams. You were happy and she was as well, or at least that’s what you thought. Because you were there, laying with her on the beach in the cool night. Staring up at the stars with joints resting between your lips. Feeling her scalding hot touch on your skin, bringing an overwhelming amount of tranquillity to a part of you that was too sensitive to the touch.

Because she had managed to break through the cold snowstorm that surrounded your heart. Handling it with so much care and love. Providing warmth to something that trembled from the cold that had it had been inflicted on it. Giving you an astounding feeling of trust and belief that whatever brought her to you, whatever made her feel the need to give you a touch of her time was purposeful. Like, a god-given sign or gift from a higher power. And even now, you still believe that she was gifted to you for something that was beyond your knowledge. But you wonder if it had been worth keeping her near if this was what you would receive.

“It’s not that I found you cheating that breaks my heart,” you said, jaw jutting out from side to side as your nostrils flared. Waving your hand to your side with a shake of your head as you said, “It’s the fact that you’ve likely been doing it for a lot longer than I know. And I don’t want to know.”

Licking her lips, Sarah shook her head. Hands falling to your face and making you focus on her reddened cheeks that hid the tears that slid down. “Y/n, I promise you nothing has happened before,” she whispered. “I love you and only you.”

Pursing your lips with a clenched jaw, eyebrows tensing together as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “But that’s not true, is it?” You inquired quietly, watching Sarah sniffle as she parted her lips to speak. But you beat her to punch. “So, instead of giving you a chance to break my heart again, for once in my fucking life, I’m choosing me!” You spat, moving her hands from your face furiously. Tapping your chest, you said, “Me. And I don’t want you in my life anymore.”

Tossing her clothes on your bed, you walked to the door. Stopping a step short and pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek and sniffled. Rubbing your nose with the back of your hand and turned to Sarah. Tears ran down her cheeks as you grasped the handle of the door and shook your head. “Get your clothes on, your clothes in my closet, your phone, perfume- all of it, and get the fuck out of my house before I call the police.”

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Finding Home - Chapter 9

A/N: Any recognized dialogue is J.K. Rowling's. I do not support her views, I'm simply writing fanfiction I enjoy.

I have gotten several questions about the Remus-having-sled-dogs plotline from my friend, who I share all drafts with before posting. All will be revealed in tomorrow's chapter, I promise. Stay tuned for daily updates!

“You’re both mental.” 

“Ridiculous!” said the girl faintly. 

“Peter Pettigrew’s dead!” said Harry. “He killed him twelve years ago!” He pointed at Sirius, whose face twitched convulsively. “And who the hell is Prongs?” 

“I meant to kill him,” Sirius growled, teeth bared, “but little Peter got the better of me . . . not this time, though!” 

He lunged at the rat — Remus yelped with fear and hoisted the rat above his head. He was taller than Sirius, though not by much. 

“Sirius, NO!” he yelled, and I barked to gain his attention. “WAIT! You can’t do it just like that — they need to understand — we’ve got to explain —” 

“We can explain afterwards!” snarled Sirius, trying to grab the rat from Remus’ hand. 

“They’ve — got — a — right — to — know — everything!” Remus panted. “Ron’s kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don’t understand! And Harry — you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!” 

Sirius stopped, though his hollowed eyes were fixed on the rat. Remus slowly lowered him, though he kept a firm grip on its scruff. 

“All right, then,” Sirius said, without taking his eyes off the rat. “Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for. . . .” 

“You’re nutters, both of you,” said Ron shakily, looking at Harry and the girl. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m off.” 

He tried to heave himself up on his good leg, but Remus raised the magic stick that smelled of autumn leaves and leather and chocolate. 

“You’re going to hear me out, Ron,” he said quietly. 

Harry pushed Ron back down onto the bed, then turned to Remus. “There were witnesses who saw Pettigrew die,” he said. “A whole street full of them . . .” 

“They didn’t see what they thought they saw!” Sirius said savagely. 

“Everyone thought Sirius killed Peter,” said Remus, nodding. “I believed it myself — until I saw the map tonight. Because the Marauder’s Map never lies . . . Peter’s alive. I’m holding him, Harry. And so’s your father.” He pointed at me with his free hand. 

Harry looked down at Ron, exchanging glances. The girl spoke, her voice trembling. 

“But Professor Lupin . . . Scabbers can’t be Peter Pettigrew . . . it just can’t be true, you know it can’t . . .” 

“Why can’t it be true?” Remus asked calmly. 

“Because . . . because people would know if Peter Pettigrew had been an Animagus. We did Animagi in class with Professor McGonagall. And I looked them up when I did my homework — the Ministry of Magic keeps tabs on witches and wizards who can become animals; there’s a register showing what animal they become, and their markings and things . . . and I went and looked Professor McGonagall up on the register, and there have been only seven Animagi this century, and Pettigrew’s name wasn’t on the list —” 

Remus started to laugh. “Right again, Hermione!” he said. “But the Ministry never knew that there used to be three unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts.” 

“If you’re going to tell them the story, get a move on, Remus,” snarled Sirius. “I’ve waited twelve years, I’m not going to wait much longer.” 

“All right . . . but you’ll need to help me, Sirius,” said Remus, “I only know how it began . . .” 

I trotted over to the door, sniffing. I had picked up a new scent, a person I’d never smelled before. I let out a low snarl, and Remus raised his magic stick toward me. My nose told me someone was there. My hackles raised, and I let out another low growl. 

Whoever was there was completely invisible. I could only smell them. But I knew they were there. 

“Chocolate, leave it,” Sirius said firmly, but I ignored him for the first time in my life. 

Behind me, I heard Ron’s outburst. 

“This place is haunted!” 

“It’s not,” said Remus, turning away from me. “The Shrieking Shack was never haunted. . . . The screams and howls the villagers used to hear were made by me.” 

He paused for a moment, then said, “That’s where all of this starts — with my becoming a werewolf. None of this could have happened if I hadn’t been bitten . . . and if I hadn’t been so foolhardy . . .” 

Ron started to say something, but the girl quieted him. I turned around and nosed Remus’ hand for comfort. 

“I was a very small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure. The potion that Professor Snape has been making for me is a very recent discovery. It makes me safe, you see. As long as I take it in the week preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform. . . . I am able to curl up in my office, a harmless wolf, and wait for the moon to wane again. 

“Before the Wolfsbane Potion was discovered, however, I became a fully-fledged monster once a month. It seemed impossible that I would be able to come to Hogwarts. Other parents weren’t likely to want their children exposed to me. 

“But then Dumbledore became headmaster, and he was sympathetic. He said that as long as we took certain precautions, there was no reason I shouldn’t come to school. . . .” Remus sighed, and looked directly at Harry. “I told you, months ago, that the Whomping Willow was planted the year I came to Hogwarts. The truth is that is it was planted because I came to Hogwarts. This house” — Remus looked miserably around the room — “the tunnel that leads to it — they were built for my use. Once a month, I was smuggled out of the castle, into this place, to transform. The tree was placed at the tunnel mouth to stop anyone coming across me while I was dangerous.” 

I remembered all of this — the long nights, the dog and the wolf playing, the feeling of the rat sitting on my rack of antlers. My lips curled at the memory. Traitor. 

“My transformations in those days were — were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits. Dumbledore encouraged the rumor. . . . Even now, when the house has been silent for years, the villagers don’t dare approach it. . . . 

“But apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black . . . Peter Pettigrew . . . and, of course, your father, Harry — James Potter.” 

For a reason I could not fathom, I wagged when Remus said “James Potter.” 

“Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go and see her. . . . I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth. . . . 

“And they didn’t desert me at all. Instead, they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times of my life. They became Animagi.” 

“My dad too?” said Harry. 

“Yes, indeed,” said Remus. “It took them the best part of three years to work out how to do it. Your father and Sirius here were the cleverest students in the school, and lucky they were, because the Animagus transformation can go horribly wrong — one reason the Ministry keeps a close watch on all those attempting to do it. Peter needed all the help he could get from James and Sirius. Finally, in our fifth year, they managed it. They could each turn into a different animal at will.” 

“But how did that help you?” said Hermione. 

“They couldn’t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals,” said Remus. “A werewolf is only a danger to people. They sneaked out of the castle every month under James’ Invisibility Cloak. They transformed . . . Peter, as the smallest, could slip beneath the Willow’s attacking branches and touch the knot that freezes it. They would then slip down the tunnel and join me. Under their influence, I became less dangerous. My body was still wolfish, but my mind seemed to become less so while I was with them.” 

“Hurry up, Remus,” snarled Sirius. 

“I’m getting there, Sirius, I’m getting there. . . . well, highly exciting possibilities were open to us now that we could all transform. Soon we were leaving the Shrieking Shack and roaming the school grounds and the village by night. Sirius and James transformed into such large animals, they were able to keep a werewolf in check. I doubt whether any Hogwarts student ever found out more about the Hogwarts grounds and Hogsmeade than we did. . . . And that’s how we came to write the Marauder’s Map, and sign it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot. Peter is Wormtail. James was Prongs.” 

I wagged when Remus said my old name. 

“What sort of animal — ?” Harry began, but Hermione cut him off. 

“That was still really dangerous! Running around in the dark with a werewolf! What if you’d given the others the slip, and bitten somebody?” 

“A thought that still haunts me,” said Remus heavily. “And there were near misses, many of them. We laughed about them afterwards. We were young, thoughtless — carried away with our own cleverness. 

“I sometimes felt guilty about betraying Dumbledore’s trust, of course . . . he had admitted me to Hogwarts when no other headmaster would have done so, and he had no idea I was breaking the rules he had set down for my own and others’ safety. He never knew I had led three fellow students into becoming Animagi illegally. But I always managed to forget my guilty feelings every time we sat down to plan our next month’s adventure. And I haven’t changed. . . .” 

Remus’ face hardened, self-disgust in his voice. “All this year, I have been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus. But I didn’t do it. Why? Because I was too cowardly. It would have meant admitting that I’d betrayed his trust while I was at school, admitting that I’d led others along with me . . . and Dumbledore’s trust has meant everything to me. He let me into Hogwarts as a boy, and he gave me a job this last year, when I was struggling with the dogs. And so, in a way, Snape’s been right about me all along.” 

“Snape?” said Sirius harshly, eyes finally leaving the rat. “What’s Snape got to do with it?” 

“He’s here, Sirius,” said Remus heavily. “He’s teaching here as well.” He looked up at the kids. 

“Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore all year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons . . . you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick which involved me —” 

Sirius made a derisive noise. 

“It served him right,” he sneered. “Sneaking around, trying to find out what we were up to . . . hoping he could get us expelled. . . .” 

“Severus was very interested in where I went every month,” Remus told Harry, Ron, and the girl. “We were in the same year, you know, and we — er — didn’t like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James’ talent on the Quidditch field . . . anyway, Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me to the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be — er — amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree trunk with a long stick, and he’d be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it — if he’d got as far as this house, he’d have met a fully grown werewolf — but your father, who’d heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life . . . Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden by Dumbledore to tell anybody, but from that time on he knew what I was . . .” 

“So that’s why Snape doesn’t like you,” said Harry slowly, “because he thought you were in on the joke?” 

“That’s right,” sneered a cold voice from the wall behind me. 

Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Remus. 

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Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“And stay out!” said the security guard as he tossed both Crissie and Codi onto the cold, city street and closed the entrance to the CrissBaby Store behind him.

Wrapping her arms around her chest for warmth, Codi glared at Crissie. “Well, that’s just great. Thanks to you and your stupid Double Diaper Dare crap, we’ve been banned from ALL CrissBaby locations. ALL OF THEM!” shouted Codi, flicking Crissie on the nose.

“Ouch!” responded Crissie, recoiling in mild discomfort, “Why is this all my fault?! Did you forget that you dared me too? And you and I both know we won’t be banned for life. One call to Master and this’ll all be swept under the rug.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Codi could only shake her head at Crissie’s tactless behavior. “Ya know, it’s all fine and dandy to have Master clean up every mess you make. Just try to keep in mind that someday, you might do something that even the great Master can’t undo,” she said pointedly, her body beginning to shiver, “Now can we please get outta here.”

“Gotcha covered,” said Crissie, walking up the CrissBaby Store entrance and placing her teleport key in the slot, “For our next location, let’s go somewhere a bit less crowded.” She pushed open the door, creating a new portal.

However, before Crissie could step through, Codi grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “W-wait, I thought we’d b-be g-going home,” she said through chattering teeth, “I don’t really wanna-”

“Baaaaaaaawk! Bawk bawk bawk!”

Once again, Codi was sent spiraling into anger thanks to Crissie’s cheap-shot chicken noises. She instantly let go of Crissie’s arm and pushed past her as she walked through the portal.

“So easy,” muttered Crissie as she followed her inside.

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“Oh, shoot! That’s all the time we have. We’ll pick this conversation back up next week,” said Jane, waving goodbye to her last patient of the afternoon. Lounging back in her chair, she felt her butt sink into her well-sodden nappy and let out a small giggle.

At first, it was difficult for Jane to get used to total incontinence after her system was shot by warping through time. It was definitely embarrassing at the worst of times. However, a used diaper meant a trip down the hall to visit Miwth Webecca for a change, something that had become a standard part of her daily work routine.

Before Jane could climb out of her seat, she was blinded by a flash of light emanating from her doorway. As the light faded, she saw a tall girl with long, black hair who she’d never met before. “Um, excuse me, miss. Did Laura send you back here?” she asked, confused as to who this mystery woman was.

That’s when a second flash of light occurred, followed closely by the return of a far more familiar face. “Heyyo, BESTIE! Long time no see!” said Crissie, rushing across the room and practically leaping over Jane’s desk to give her a hug.

“Crissie! What an unexpected surprise!” said Jane, throwing her arms around Crissie, “I thought we weren’t getting together until next month!”

Sitting up on Jane’s desk, Crissie made herself at home as she reclined across Jane’s stuff. “Well, we just popped by for a visit,” said Crissie, motioning toward the motionless Codi who was still standing stiffly in the doorway, “Codi and I are playing Double Diaper Dare! Wanna join in?” She leaned forward excitedly, swinging her legs back and forth like the impatient child she was.

Scooting back from her desk, Jane stood up and brushed down her skirt to make sure her droopy diaper wasn’t visible. “Sorry, girly. I’ve still got work here I need to do. Plus, Rebecca, Sarah, and I have plans to roleplay tonight,” she said, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

“Ooooh! Hehehe, well then, don’t mind me. I’ll be out of your hair in a few minutes. Though I will want every glorious detail afterward,” said Crissie before turning her head as nonchalantly as possible toward Codi, “Oh geez! Sorry, Jane. I totally forgot Codi was here for a moment. This is my roommate, Codi.”

Giving Jane a quick wave, Codi resumed her stoic stance as she looked away from both Crissie and Jane. As the two girls carried on with swapping blushy stories of the past week, Codi did her best not to seem interested. “I thought we were here to play Double Diaper Dare,” she thought before immediately purging the statement from her mind. Why should she care if Crissie wants to occupy her time with Jane? At least she wasn’t being forced to do embarrassing stuff for however long they were here.

Sadly, the moment wouldn’t last as Jane moved to her office door. “I’ll be right back, Crissie. I’m gonna go get changed by Miwth Webecca. And before you ask, no, you are not allowed to join us,” she said, causing Crissie to do an exaggerated pout. She then turned to her other guest, “Feel free to make yourself at home, Codi.”

Left alone to their own devices, Crissie frantically waved for Codi to join her over by Jane's desk. “Pssst! Come here,” she said in a needlessly hushed voice. 

Reluctantly, Codi trudged across the therapist's office. “Alright, Crissie, what is it that you couldn’t tell me from across the room?” she asked, doing little to hide her annoyance.

Gesturing toward Jane’s rolling desk chair, Crissie snickered as she excitedly proclaimed Codi’s next dare, “I Double Diaper Dare you to leave a little bit of your slime on Jane’s chair and to crawl into her diaper when she sits down.”

“Ahaha! No,” said Codi sarcastically, who was honestly taken aback by Crissie’s willingness to dare her to do something so personal, “First off, I just met the woman. Second, that’s crossing a ton of boundaries, even if I did know her. Pick another dare.”

Sticking her tongue out at Codi, Crissie had no argument against what Codi was saying. Sure, she could double down and tell Codi to do the dare or lose. But based on how close Codi was to calling it quits already, she didn’t want to push her out of the game entirely, at least not yet. “Fiiiiiiiine, then…” she looked around the room, trying to come up with something equally as good as her first dare. Remembering something from when she wrote The Dreamcaster, she snatched Jane’s keys off the corner of her desk and quickly unlocked the bottom drawer, where a lone pocket vibrator lay dormant. “...I dare you to stick this down your diaper for the rest of our visit here. On, of course.”

“Well…at least that’s better than the first one,” said Codi dejectedly as she grabbed the pocket vibrator and held it up to her eyes to inspect it, “A-and you’re sure she’s washed this since the last time she used it?” 

Shrugging, Crissie decided to toy with Codi’s nobler sensibilities, “Who’s to say? As far as I know, Jane’s a pretty hygienic person. Though that’s never a guarantee when anyone goes full horny brain.” She snickered as she watched Codi squirm at her explanation, “Uh oh, do we have a bawk bawk chicken on our hands?”

Shaking her head, Codi clicked on the vibrator, feeling it rumble between her fingertips. “I’m going to regret this,” she groaned, taking a deep breath and plunging her hand inside her diaper. The effect was instantaneous. Unlike with the spanking, there was no way to curb the sensations that the vibrator filled her with. If she’d tried to shift her lower half into goo-form again, it would only make the sexual sensations stronger due to the way her nervous system was constructed.

Meanwhile, Crissie perched herself up on Jane’s desk again and observed all the wonderfully aroused faces that Codi was trying and failing to conceal. “Why do you fight it so much?” she asked, shaking her head at the level of effort Codi was going through to act like the vibrator wasn’t affecting her, “We both know you’re as big of a diaper perv as I am,” Sticking her foot out, she pressed it into Codi’s crotch.

It was only for a brief moment since Codi backed away on impact, but the damage had been done. Codi let out a pitiful moan as she fell back into Jane’s seat. “I…I’m not like you. I enjoy diapers, s-sure, but unlike yooooou…” she said, cutting herself off as she mounted a mini-climax, “...unlike you, I could live without them if I had to.”

“Whatever you say, CodiBaby,” said Crissie, knowing perfectly well how much Codi hated her infantile moniker. Getting up from the desk, she walked around Jane’s chair and placed her hands on Codi’s shoulders, “You and I both know the real truth and when Jane comes back and catches you playing with her buzzy toy, she’ll know too.”

As if by magic, Jane returned from Rebecca’s office, her face beet red. “I’m back, Crissie…and there’s someone with me who wants to meet you,” she said, pushing her door open all the way. Following her into the office was Rebecca, herself, who was carrying a diaper bag on her shoulder.

Giving Codi a tight squeeze from behind, Crissie whispered in her roomie’s ear, “Speak of the devil, am I right?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 9/?): Gone With The Riptide

Rolling green hills spread out before you, grass bending in the breeze creating waves. Looking to your right, you see Rhea, so beautiful it almost hurts. She grabs your hand, leading you forward as you both run through the grass. Clouds are gathering overhead - quickly, too quickly. The sky grows darker and you can feel someone following you, darting through the shadows. Rhea keeps running faster, so far ahead now that you can’t hope to catch up. All you need is to cry out for her, but your words are stuck in your throat. You open your mouth, but there’s no sound except the pounding of your heart as it keeps getting darker-

Startling awake, the first thing you see in the bright morning light is Rhea.

“Are you okay?” she asks, “You were making noises in your sleep and twitching-“ you throw your arms around her, holding tightly and breathing in the calming scent that seemed to follow her around. Rhea hugs you back, stroking your hair and muttering, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Letting a few tears roll down your cheeks, you remember she’s leaving today. It had been a while since you’d fallen asleep in someone’s arms like you had last night. Now, having her in yours, you never wanted to let go. Would you even see her again after she left?

“Hey,” you sniff pulling back just a bit, “Can I get your number? I just realized I don’t have it.” Rhea chuckles at the non-sequitur.

“My number? But we only just met!” she jokes.

The two of you had only just met; you’d had an amazing time together and she was going to leave already. More tears rolled down your face at the thought, making Rhea pull you close again.

“Oh, babe, I was joking” - she kisses the top of your head - “I’m definitely giving you my number. I mean, how else am I going to send you nudes later?”

You can’t help but laugh, hugging her tightly. After a few more moments in her arms, you pull back, grabbing a few tissues from the box by the bed.

“Leftovers for breakfast?” Rhea asks as you blow your nose.

“Let’s do it,” you reply, drying your eyes before grabbing your phone.

The two of you make your way to the kitchen, your gaze following the movements of Rhea’s body. Lucky for you, she seemed comfortable enough to forgo pants for the moment. Once you start heating up the food, you open your phone and put it in Rhea’s hands. She smiles and enters her number, handing the phone back to you. You look down at the new contact and find she’s put herself down as “Mami.” Briefly looking up, you see her giving you a knowing look before you send her a text so she has your number. The microwave beeps and you set your phone aside to keep putting together breakfast.

Once you’ve set up on the couch, the two of you dig in, Rhea occasionally stealing bits of your food.

“So,” you ask, trying your best to sound casual, “how much time do we have left before you have to leave?”

Rhea finished chewing, “I should probably start heading to the hotel around early afternoon” - there’s a tinge of irritation in her voice - “I have training to do, not to mention the whole Dom situation…”

You rest a hand gently on her thigh, “Would it help if I drove you there?”

She looks you over, shaking her head, “I don’t think it would help me very much if he saw what I’ve done to your neck.”

You’d almost forgotten - you had yet to take a look in the mirror, but based on just how good it felt when Rhea’s teeth were on your neck, the hickeys must have been obvious.

“I’ll be alright, though,” Rhea continued, “He doesn’t like to admit it, but I could easily beat up Dominik if it came down to it.” She flexes, winking at you before continuing to eat.

Picking up your phone, you look at yourself in the camera. Your fingers trail lightly on your neck over the dark purple and red bruises on either side before messing with your bedhead. Closing the app, you notice it’s already almost noon. Turning to Rhea, you feel your heart drop. She’s so beautiful it hurts, and you had no idea when you would see her next.

“I’m going to miss this,” you admitted, looking down at your plate.

“You have more leftovers, you know,” she teases, finishing the last of her food.

The look you give her makes Rhea laugh before setting her head on your shoulder, “… Me too.” Her honest answer was a bit surprising to you. Rhea Ripley was going to miss being with you? A woman with no shortage of friends and admirers was going to miss you. The concept was flattering, but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around it.

Eating the last of your food, you set the plate on the table before cuddling up to Rhea. She puts her arms around you, reclining as you relax into her embrace. Your last couple hours together are spent cuddling, kissing, and joking back and forth. Though you try to savor every moment, the hour of Rhea’s departure seems to come all too soon.

After she puts all of her clothes back on and gathers her things, the two of you are saying goodbye at the door.

“Here,” you hand her the sunglasses she wore the day before, “they look better on you anyway.”

Rhea takes them, pausing for a moment before sliding her battle vest off her shoulders and resting it on your shoulders instead. A smile spreads across your face as she looks you over, “You keep that, it looks hot on you.”

You blush, pulling her in for a deep kiss. A buzz from Rhea’s phone interrupts you and she sighs once she takes a look at the screen.

“My ride is here,” she gives you one more kiss and takes in the sight of you one last time.

“Text me when you get there safely?” you feel ridiculous asking, but worrying was in your nature.

“Sure thing, beautiful,” she says, putting on the sunglasses and ducking out the door.

As she leaves, you almost feel as though a part of you is leaving with her, replaced by the familiar feeling of loneliness.

[end part nine of ?]

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724223036882141185/absolute-smokeshow-part-10-eat-sleep

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[trytofic]

In the Woods

Some more on the fairy prompt <3 I will post all of these! I swear it! So I might just be a little into November lol

Ao3

Day 24: In the Woods

The fae are her friends, right?

Her voice was so melodic as she made her way through the woods. There was a friend she was excited to see. The flowers were beautiful this time of year. She skipped through the ring of mushrooms with a heavy bag on her back. As she made her way through the colors around her seemed to shift, almost more of a green hue, unlike at night she had originally met her new friend. She had noticed during the past few months her roses had grown stronger and fuller. The trees in the area that grew fruit were plentiful.

“Oh, Shadow!” Her voice sang out to the trees. She giggled when she felt the temperature slightly dip. “I have some new books! And plenty of snacks!” She walked to a tree and sat the bag down and the shadowy fae appeared before her, slowly forming into his hedgehog form. 

“Hello, Miss Rose.” He nods his head.

“Oh, you know the formalities aren't necessary. Come see what I’ve brought this time!” He sat in front of her as she took out coffee beans and cookies. His tail immediately made its way to the beans and he slowly began to eat. She explained the plot of all the books she brought. Several murder mysteries, historical novels, romance, and a few adventure novels. Shadow’s eyes sparkled at every option available to him.

Since their meeting and Amy’s insistence on being friends, Shadow had found a love of literature. Though there were many things Amy needed to explain, he loved to read and have her read to him so he could hear the creativity of average mortal beings. There were a million different scenarios and he was fascinated with it all. He knew of the stars but to see how technology developed to have mobian reach them was impressive.

“Do you have any favorites out of these?” His voice echoed and his teeth made a loud crunch of the coffee beans. 

“Hmm. I’ve always been a fan of romance, but the murder mystery genre has caught my attention much more lately.” She grabbed a cookie and pushed a few of the books she had read before toward him. Shadow was enraptured by her summaries of the books she had read and gently grabbed one. He carefully picked it up, careful with his claws.

“Do you suppose you could read some of the romance books to me like last time?” 

“Of course! Oh, there are some of these that are so sweet! I love the drama in this one!” She began to ramble, yet Shadow's eyes never left her form. A cookie in hand and excitement shining from his eyes. He loved how trusting she was and how much she shared with him. But when there was a sudden wind in the air Shadow took to his feet and eyed the trees.

“Shadow?” Amy fell back against the tree behind her. “What's wrong?”

“Someone is here.” Shadow let out a soft hiss to try and figure out which of his kind had found him. There was a strong breeze yet the smell of spices permeated his nose. “Enough! Come out Scourge!”

A thud to the forest floor caused Amy to gasp when she saw the hedgehog in front of them. He was bright green in color with scars along his chest. His eyes were bright blue yet there was a red aura around him. There was a heat that Amy could feel coming off his body even several feet away. Shadow’s tail flicked and his eyes narrowed at Scourge.

“Well, well, well!” The hedgehog let out a dry chuckle. “You found a little mortal friend. Is she just a toy or can I have a bite?” He took a step closer and Amy tried her best to shrink into the tree.

“Enough! Why are you here? She causes no harm to our home!”

“Oh, I know that. But our Queen is not happy she is here.” He took steps towards Shadow and the shadows around him began to appear, his size began to change and Scourge finally began to shake. 

“You need to leave us now!” His voice growled so much the leaves shook from the trees and his shadows billowed around Scurge. “Unless you truly want to fear my shadows, you will leave.”

As Shadow stared down at Scourge his shadows dispersed when there was a gentle touch to his tail. Yellow eyes trailed downward to see Amy’s hands gently petting him. She was so soft and warm. As his eyes closed he slowly began to shift down and Amy took her hands back. When he was their size Amy put her hand on his arm. He began to calm down and Scourge chuckled. 

“Maybe next time, when you’re a little less grumpy.” He covered his mouth and kept up his laughter. “And you” His eyes met Amy’s. “You should be careful while in the woods.” The heat and wind surrounded them and when Scourge was out of their vision, he disappeared just as quickly as he had first appeared.

[hermitcraft-8]

Deiforms, Chapter One: The End of All Things (Part Three)

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It’s not that Sean didn’t like his friends- or, god forbid- his girlfriend. He liked them just fine.

It’s just that they hadn’t known him nearly as long as his old friends had. They didn’t understand him.

Ash knew when he was getting quiet, that meant he was getting overwhelmed. Lori knew when he started fidgeting that that meant he wanted to say something. Miki knew when he huffed out air through his nose it meant he was ready to move on and do something else. Kyrie knew to put the volume in the car on even numbers because odd numbers made Sean uncomfortable.

These guys didn’t know that and, at the end of the day, he wasn’t really sure how to explain it either, so he just kind of went along with whatever they wanted.

He didn’t dislike them, is the point. He didn’t. He just wished sometimes that they knew him a little better.

Lillian looked up when he walked over, and lit up, perfect, pearly teeth shining at him from dark brown lined lips. “Hey big guy! How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright. School’s been ass, but what’s new there?”

“Amen to that, big guy,” Dean said, where he was laying on his back, arm covering his face. “I didn’t realize how much I’d miss summer until it wasn’t summer anymore.”

Sean sighed, nodding.

The thing you need to understand is that Madi’s gang wasn’t popular. Definitely no more popular than Ash’s gang. What they gained with Lillian, they lost with Madi herself, and Dean came in with his perfectly average reputation and demolished what minute bias of social standing they had.

And Sean… well, Sean wasn’t particularly popular, nor was he unpopular. People saw him, and recognized him from class and the hallways and the cafeteria, and said hi to him, carefully avoiding names lest they misremember.

He brought nothing to the group, beyond dating Madi, and having known Dean in elementary school when their teacher kept making jokes about their names rhyming (they didn’t if you pronounced them right) and being third or fourth cousins with Lillian.

He didn’t really belong.

But he sat down in the grass, and grabbed a soda from the cooler and cracked it open, taking a swig that was perfectly normal sized, and watching Madi pull out her phone to squint at the screen.

“Ash again?” He asked.

Dean lifted his head, squinting around.

Dean wasn’t very good at being a jock. He wasn’t very handsome after repeatedly getting his face smashed in by a ball and the floor, and he wasn’t mean enough. He also knew too much- just random facts no one knew or wanted to know, and he would happily chime in to any conversation to contribute. He wasn’t much help to the team in basketball games, but he was too good to kick, so he sat in a comfortable limbo of being too well liked by his teammates to be bullied but not well enough liked by his peers not to be. He had been adopted as a child- not from China like so many people seemed to think, but from Pennsylvania. He was half Korean and half Indonesian, but he always told people he was from Pittsburg when asked.

“Is he still calling you?” He asked, squinting in the bright light. “Maybe you should pick up-”

“No, I told you, he’s probably just calling to ask if he can have my leftovers.”

“You said he’s been calling since 6 in the morning, and he was out of the house when you woke up, that’s a little weird.”

“Wait, when did you say this?” Sean asked, blinking.

“The Snapchat groupchat?” Lillian said, before her jaw dropped. “Oh my god, we never added you-”

“-He doesn’t have Snapchat,” Madi said, irritably. “Because he doesn’t know how it works.”

“I don’t,” Sean shrugged weakly. “I don’t understand social media.”

“It’s fine,” Dean said. “I only got it so I can keep track of my teammates.”

“Creep.” Lillian nudged him with her shoe.

The two of them had been dating for a little over a year at this point, but they’d been going out on and off since seventh grade. It’s not like they’d ever broken up- not properly- they just… stopped dating every now and then. And then they got back together. And then they stopped. It was weird.

No one in Sean’s old group was dating. Kyrie and Lori had gone out on one date, back in freshman year, and kissed once, but that was it, and they all vowed not to bring it up. Now, it felt like everyone was a couple.

He kind of missed sitting around in Lori’s basement, bitching about teachers and eating cold pizza and sipping lukewarm soda because the Capsums didn’t believe in putting soda in the fridge.

But that was the past now.

Things were different.

During their last hangout, before he’d gone to the dark side, he’d warned them he wasn’t going to be eating lunch with them anymore, because Madi wanted to hang out with him more, and the way they all looked at him, disbelieving and incredulous, the way Kyrie laughed a little bit… it hurt.

It’d been a while- long enough that Sean thought that he was getting used to it. But maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he never would.

“Do you guys think,” Lillian started, taking a long sip of her drink. “That there’s such a thing as God?”

“What?” Dean asked, rolling over.

“I had a weird dream last night, and I think I believe in God, now. What do you guys think, though?”

Sean huffed, laying back on the grass.

That was one thing about this group- the conversations were weird.

Dean had only just started to get rolling with the more complicated details of his theology lecture when Sean’s phone rang.

“If it’s Ash, ignore it.” Madi said, calmly, from her perch atop the cooler.

It wasn’t. It was Lori, so he picked up.

For just a second, everything was fine. Everything was perfectly alright and nothing was wrong. For just a moment, Dean was explaining monotheism to Lillian while Madi took a hit of her grape vape, and he sat there with his phone to his ear, and said “Hey, Lori, what’s up?” like it was any other call.

“Sean,” Lori said, their voice wrecked. Static wrenched the phone, and in the background, sirens could be heard. “Sean, something’s happened.”

Madi’s phone rang. She pulled it out, irritated, but upon seeing the name, she paused, before answering it, putting it up to her ear.

“What… what happened, Lori?” Sean asked, still staring at Madi, hunting for clues.

“There was a fire,” Lori said, as Madi’s eyes widened. “At my house. We were all inside, and-”

“Fuck,” Sean gasped out, suddenly feeling a horrible crushing weight on his chest. “Is everyone okay?”

Madi screamed, throwing the phone and collapsing to the ground in a little ball, covering her head and sobbing. Lillian and Dean rushed to her, reaching out to grab her, trying to pry her hands from her hair.

“Lori?” Sean asked, duly.

“Ash didn’t make it out.”

[nitecourtfairytail]

Heavy Hearts

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Depictions/Threats of Sexual Abuse, Discussions of Infertility

Chapter song- Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

Accidental Gwyn slander again. I promise it’ll be resolved.

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Ch. 6 Love is a Battlefield

“Did you give out my fucking address?!” Azriel arrived at the worksite looking for a fight. As soon as he saw Jurian, he was blinded by rage. What if Elain had been at the house? What if Gwyn was crazy enough to send someone to try and harm him for ‘breaking her heart’?!

“Dude. Calm down! There’s no need to be upset. I was trying to help you out. I heard about the chick you’re dating and figured you might need a backup girl.” He was jovial. Laughing. Joking. He thought this was funny!

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He shoved Jurian in the chest. “How do you know Elain?” His mind was reeling. Terror coursing through his veins. Did he have anything to do with Elain’s abuse? Was he an accomplice on one of the rare occasions Greyson took her out? The thought alone made his stomach turn.

“My buddy Grey used to date her.” Jurian just shrugged like he thought nothing of it. Like he didn’t just prove how much of a worm he truly was.

“I always thought you were sleazy, but to admit that you’re ‘buddies’ with her fucking abuser?!” He was screaming. The usually bustling site was quiet, everyone had stopped to watch what was unfurling between the two men.

“Abuser? Please.” He rolled his eyes “That bitch should be grateful-“ his words were cutoff by Azriel’s fist. Jurian immediately fell to the ground, Az climbing atop of him, gaining leverage to continue his assault on the man’s face.

Perry and another man ran over grabbing Az by his arms and dragging him off of Jurian. “What the FUCK Az?! What’s gotten into you?” Perry yelled, but Azriel never heard him. All he was focused on was the bastard on the ground. Jurian sat up slowly, spitting out blood. His eyes were crazed. One was already bruising and his nose was definitely broken. Blood coated his teeth as he smiled. “I bet she never told you Grey would let us take turns on her.” He laughed-an evil malicious sound that made Az’s skin crawl. “He let us use her as our little cumdump.”

“I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” He screamed, fighting against the men holding him back.

“I’m inclined to let you,” an unfamiliar female voice came from beside him “but I’m sorry, young man. I’ve gotta take you both in.” He turned his head-of course someone had called the cops.

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Sergeant Otoño, the arresting officer was able to pull some strings and let Az go with a warning. Turns out she had also escaped an abusive situation and her (now) husband had done the same thing to her ex-and his friends-back when they were dating. That didn’t stop Azriel from having to sit in a holding cell, or having to call Rhys to come pick him up.

After what felt like hours, the holding cell door opened. “Mr. Faris! Your girlfriend’s here. You’re free to leave.” Rhys must have called Lain and asked her to pick him up. He smiled at the thought of her and walked toward the lobby. The sergeant gave him a warm smile and a wink before waving him off.

Az walked out expecting to see Elain, but instead a slightly taller woman with blue eyes and a reddish hue to her hair ran up to him. “Az!” She yelled joyfully , wrapping her arms around him. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“What the fuck?” He tried to push the strange woman away, but she held on tighter. “Who ARE you?!” He yelled as two uniformed officers walked toward them.

“Is everything okay here, sir?” One asked. They both had their hands resting on their tasers. “Ma’am, would you mind stepping back, please?” The other officer asked, trying to deescalate the situation.

“I’m his girlfriend! It’s me, Gwyn!” The woman cried. The more he tried to push her off of him, the harder she held on. It was like being hugged by a glue trap you set for insects or rodents.

Admittedly, she was an attractive woman. Classic features except for her large eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her simple ensemble of boot cut jeans paired with a black and white blouse and black pumps accentuated her delicate curves. Azriel knew he’d met her before, but she must not have made a lasting impression on him.

“Gwyn?! I barely even know you!” He gave the officers an exasperated look, pleading with them to get her away from him.

She fisted her hands in his shirt, trying to make him look down at her. He felt her start to shake, whether from her tears or something else he wasn’t sure. The only thing he knew was that she seemed absolutely unhinged.

“Az?” That was Rhysand’s voice! Rhysand was here, thank the Cauldron! He’d be able to explain the situation.

“Oh thank fuck you’re here! Please Rhys. Please explain she isn’t my girlfriend. She’s practically a stalker!” He, himself was near tears. So frustrated that the woman-Gwyn, seemed to think they were in a relationship. So confused as to why. And so frightened of what she could possibly be capable of if she continued her delusion.

She still had an iron grip on his midsection, but he’d never let his arms down farther than her shoulders to push her away.

Rhysand looked between the scene and the officers. “This man is my brother. He, myself and our other brother all rent a house together. This woman showed up last night looking for him” pointing to Az “claiming to be his girlfriend, and at first we thought he was playing two women.” He looked at Az apologetically.

“I can’t believe you would think so lowly of me.” Az scowled.

“Well it’s not like we had much to go on. You’re secretive about your relationships! But Cass knew you were with Elain last night-which by the way we still need to discuss. I want details, brother.”

“So, you don’t know who she is?” Sergeant Otoño had been called out to the disruption, now.

“Az. I’m your girlfriend, Gwyn. How do you not remember?” She sobbed.

“Please, please stop saying that.” He begged before answering the sergeant’s question.

“No ma’am, I don’t-Not really. We’ve met a couple times but I didn’t recognize her at first. She works in the main office doing bookkeeping. We work for Summers Construction Company. I’m usually on the worksite doing framing and don’t go up to h.q. very often. I’ve only seen her a few times. I make small talk while waiting for Helion.” His eyes imploring the older woman to believe him.

Recognition washed over her sharp features.

Her eyes softened. “Helion is my husband.” She sighed, running her hand down her face. “Okay.” She turned to Gwyn, her voice commanding “Ma’am, please release Mr. Faris and come with me. I have a few questions regarding this morning that I’m hoping you can clear up for me.”

The young woman finally let her arms fall to her side, dejectedly following the sergeant who called over her shoulder at the other officers on scene “You two make sure we have contact information for Mr. Faris and his brothers. We may need to call them later.”

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The ride home was silent. Once they’d gotten in, Rhys immediately went to the kitchen to make coffee. Az followed.

“Well that was certainly an exciting Friday morning.” Rhysand joked, handing Az a cup.

Azriel grabbed his cigarettes and coffee, following Rhys onto the back porch. “I still don’t understand what happened. Why she thinks I’m her boyfriend. It doesn’t make sense.” He grabbed his phone to text Elain asking what time she would be home today. He needed to see her.

“Where’s Cass? I need to ask him what she said last night. And where were you when all this was happening, by the way?” He eyed his brother suspiciously. Rhys merely shrugged and reached for Azriel’s cigarette. “Oh no. You don’t get to keep secrets and expect a puff. Buy your own damn pack if that’s the case.” He swatted his brother with his free hand while pulling the other out of reach.

“I was out.” Rhys shrugged again. “I’ll tell you all about my night if you tell me about yours.” He winked “I’m dying to know what happened with our little ray of sunshine for you to stay the night. Last I remember she said she wasn’t ready for intimacy.”

Azriel snapped his head up “How do you-THATS what she was talking to you and Mor about. That makes sense.” He sighed in relief. “We’ve been meaning to talk about that, but it seems like every time we get interrupted. Or like last night.. she had a mental blockage.” He frowned. Not sad for himself, but for the beautiful woman he knew had suffered so much.

“Last night. All I wanted was to talk to her. See where we stand. What she’s comfortable with so I don’t fuck anything up. I don’t want to say the wrong thing or accidentally touch her somewhere that will trigger her.” There was a maelstrom of emotions, all evident in his voice. Sadness that she’d been through so much, pain that he doesn’t know how to comfort her, helplessness because this is her journey, all mixed with a burning rage at the man who did this and the woman who bore her.

Rhysand seemed to interpret the unspoken ‘but’ in Azriel’s story. He eyed his brother warily, unsure whether to ask or let him continue in his own time.

Azriel chose for him, continuing after lighting another cigarette and taking a swig of coffee. “She showed me all the evidence she has stacked against him. Everything that’s on video, or text. Pictures of the damage. The medical reports. She had to get stitches because of how badly he’d tore her. Did you know that?!” He barely kept himself together. Furious tears threatened to spill, his knuckles white from trying not to shake.

“She’s been through ENOUGH Godsdammit!” The tears overtook the dam. Sobbing, aching gasps wracked through his chest as they cascaded down his face. Unable to gather enough strength in his vocal chords he whispered again “She’s been through enough.”

“Hey man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge all that up.” Rhysand felt beside himself for being the straw that broke his back. It wasn’t his fault. Azriel just felt so much. Sometimes it was easier to cut off his emotions and be stoic, but Elain….she was their Sunshine. She brightened every horrible part of himself. Her light shone so brightly that it lit even the deepest depths of his soul. Everything he had tried to hide. There were no masks between the two-Their most honest selves.

Az collected himself. Sniffling and wiping his eyes he looked at his brother, so caught off guard by Azriel’s show of emotions. “It’s okay, Rhys. I think that was brewing for a long time. It just needed to be let out.” He tried to smile, to ease the tension more, but knew he looked as horrible as he felt right now.

“I shouldn’t have prodded you. What happens with you and Elain…and when it happens is between you two.” Rhys patted him on the shoulder. “I’m just glad you’ve found someone worthy of breaking that iron cage around your heart.

“Thank you, brother. Truly.” Az clasped his hand on Rhysand’s own shoulder, a ‘warrior’s’ hug, they had called it growing up. Between Azriel and Cassian’s own childhood abuse, the brothers were wary of physical affection (not that you’d know it now), so they had come up with this-a way of physically showing their love-without feeling trapped or smothered. Named as such because to Rhysand, his brothers were warriors. They’d fought such terrible beginnings and came out the other side.

Though now they can hug each other comfortably, the ‘warrior’s hug’ will always be their ultimate indication of brotherly love.

The tension in the air now dissipated, Az turned to his brother, impish smile on his face “Even though it was a horrible thing to see, the whole night wasn’t a bust.”

“Oh do tell.” Rhys placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“I got to sleep with her in my arms the whole night. That alone would have been worth it. But this morning.” He signed dreamily.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense!” Rhysand teased.

“This morning-and this actually stays between us. No telling Cassian or I’m sicking Mor on you” he pointed an accusing finger at his brother. In response Rhys crossed his heart and mimed zipping his lips.

“This morning she ended up topless straddling my lap.” He blurted out.

Rhys blinked a few times, his face drawn back in a stupor. “That’s certainly not what I was expecting you to say. I thought maybe a light make out session or something. But DAMN, brother. Honestly, how did you manage that?”

Az chuckled. “Dude, I have no idea. I was joking with her about her nipple piercings, and she offered to show me. Next thing I know I’ve got literally the most perfect breasts I have ever seen in my face and I’m trying not to blow in my fuckin pants.”

Rhysand whipped his head in intrigue. “Did you say nipple piercings? Elain? And she just popped her tits out like it was nothing?”

Azriel just smirked. “Exactly. Granted she freaked herself out pretty quickly after that, and I had to come home to change for work, but yeah. Shitty evening, great night, even better morning.” He shrugged, laughing. “I just hope she doesn’t kill me for telling you.”

“We tell each other everything. I’ve told you all about my exes.”

“Some of which I had no interest in knowing. Like that one guy you dated with the docking fetish. He shuddered thinking about the act. He wasn’t one to kink shame, but that just sounded downright painful. “I’m glad he didn’t last long.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “He didn’t last long in more ways than one.”

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Azriel stood outside of the townhouse. He’d knocked several times but nobody answered, and she didn’t answer the phone either. Elain said she’d be home around 7:30, and he gave her an hour before heading over so she could decompress a bit.

He gave up, and found the fake rock hiding their spare key, unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Babe?” He echoed through the empty house. “Cerri? Nu? Mor?” He called out-no answer still. He searched through the townhouse, growing more anxious by the second. What if Gwyn was truly crazy and found her? Hurt her? What if Greyson had found her? Or his friends like Jurian. He was frantic. Nuala and Cerridwen weren’t answering either. On the third call, Mor finally picked up. “Where’s Lainey?” The panic evident in his voice.

He heard her in the background “Ohmygods I completely forgot to tell Az what was going on!” He heard Mor giggle “Your girlfriend is fine. Amren called right when she got home, to meet and discuss her case. We came with her for support, but in the chaos I guess she forgot to tell you.”

Clutching his heart he sighed into the phone “Thank the Cauldron. Tell her it’s okay and emphasize that I’m not upset with her, please. I was just worried. And tell Amren I have some more information she might need for the case.” She relayed everything back to her side.

The women arrived home an hour later to find Azriel lounging on the couch, watching tv. He had ordered Chinese and not knowing when they’d be home or if they’d had dinner, he ordered enough for everyone.

“Oh thank the Mother!” Nuala cried, digging into the sesame chicken. “I was sure my stomach was interrupting your meeting, it was screaming so loud. Thanks for this, Az. I guess she can keep you for a while.” She winked

Azriel just rolled his eyes. He was more concerned with Elain at the moment. Sitting up, he stretched his arms to her, opening a space between himself and the arm of the couch for her to slide into which she did without hesitation. Skating their arms around one another, she burrowed her head into the crook of his neck, upset from rehashing all of her trauma but satisfied with the end result. The meeting obviously took a lot out of her. She took this moment to borrow his strength, and settle herself back into the now.

“Habibi.” He whispered lovingly, his eyes closed, nuzzling against her hair “I’m amazed by you.”

Mor’s head sprang up at the pet name, staring at the two-lost in their peaceful embrace-with a kind regard.

Nuala cleared her throat to get their attention. Sheepish smiles proving they’d forgotten the others were in the room. Elain refused to be embarrassed. Instead pulling her legs up to rest across Azriel’s lap, her back against the arm of the couch. She leaned over grabbing a container of Lo Mein off of the coffee table and swirled a bit onto her fork, taking a bite like nothing happened. She swirled another bite and fed it to a slightly confused, but thoroughly content Azriel.

“You two are disgustingly adorable and I need you to eventually-as in at your own pace-make the prettiest babies on the planet.” Mor teased the couple.

Az tried not to choke in his shock, while Elain patted him on the back. “I thought I told you, Mor, I can’t have kids.” She said plainly, as if reading a newspaper aloud.

Mor gasped, holding her hand over her mouth “I’m so sorry! I had no idea!”

“It’s okay!” Elain giggled. “I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids anyway, and if I ever decide I do I can look into adoption or a surrogate.” She shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal to me. Doesn’t make me less of a woman.”

“Is it-Is it because of the trauma?” She asked warily

She tilted her head in thought “No, but it probably didn’t help much. I have scar tissue from endometriosis that’s basically killing my ovaries, cutting off the blood supply. Even if I were to get the tissue removed, which I will, they’ve been so damaged that they only one can recover. The doctors told me they usually don’t recommend a hysterectomy for women my age unless it’s as severe as mine.”

“So there’s no way you can have a biological kid?” Cerridwen ask with genuine curiosity

“I wouldn’t say no chance, but it incredibly unlikely. It’s like a ten-ish percent chance that I can. And even if I did, the doctor said I have scarring on my uterus and that would make it difficult to expand properly, so it would be a difficult and dangerous pregnancy.” she shrugged.

“Do you want the surgery?” Mor asked. This conversation was getting incredibly personal before she’d really had a chance to talk to her boyfriend about things. She wanted to make sure they were on the same page before they became too attached. Especially after the last one.

“Gods yes. Do you have any idea how miserable my periods are?” She watched the girls all shake their heads.

She let out a bitter laugh. “It feels like I’m being stabbed in my lower abdomen by Wolverine from X-men. There are times I can’t finish a word because a cramp will come on so quickly and so painfully I can’t think. I’ve almost passed out before. I bleed so heavy that I keep two extra pairs of panties and an extra pair of sweat pants in my purse. When I sleep, I have to put down a towel, use an overnight pad on top of adult diapers, with an ultra tampon and still wake up needing to change the sheets. During the day I sometimes have to take a shower just because I changed out my tampon, and there’s too much blood on my legs to wipe up all the way. And it’s not like it’s a three day heavy flow. It’s like that for a week straight. I can’t wait until I don’t have to deal with this shit.”

She turned to Azriel, who to his credit, didn’t balk the slightest at the talk about period blood and ovaries and children. “But now that that’s all out in the open..this was actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about tonight. My doctor called this afternoon while I was in class-left a message. He told me that there was a cancellation and he had an earlier opening for me to have the surgery-November 14th. I wanted to talk to you before I accepted.”

He sighed, an adoring smile playing on his features “Are you asking if I’ll go with you and bring you home? Because that’s a given. Just say the word and I’ll request off work.”

The fondness in her eyes only slightly waned with frustration. She’d much rather have this conversation in private, but that’s hard to come by in this group “No. I wanted to talk about how you felt about children…. If you wanted me to forgo the surgery so we can try down the line.” She started fidgeting with her hands, wanting to come off confident, but her anxiety breaking through. He now knew she hoped they’d be together a long time.. long enough to consider a family and a future.

“Look. I’m in the same boat as you-Not even 100% sure I want kids.” He looked her dead in the eyes. Wanted her to know that she had his full attention, because this was important to her, and an important conversation for their burgeoning relationship. His heart was so full. She cares enough to make sure they were on the same page..had obviously considered the thought of a family with him.

He swept her hair out of her face, sliding his hand to cup her cheek. “But ultimately what I want doesn’t matter. It’s your body…. Personally, I think you should have the surgery, if for no other reason, then to have a better quality of life. That sounds fucking miserable to go through every month. If you’re honestly concerned about biological children, then ask if they can save some of your eggs. But it’s not a deal breaker for me. I mean, I was adopted. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings at all to adopt a kid one day. Or have none and live our lives traveling and having expendable income with a bunch of dogs and cats and various reptiles.” She giggled at that. “Two people are a complete family unit. But no matter what, as long as you’re healthy and happy, that’s all I care about.” His sincerity was palpable as he spoke.

All of the women stared at him, mouths agape-Elain with happy and relieved tears lining eyes. Cerridwen broke the silence with a huff in disbelief. “Wow. Can I have your parents address? I feel like I need to write them a thank you card on behalf of the entire female population.”

“Remind me to write it down for you later.” He chuckled.

~~~~~~

After dinner Elain and Azriel retired to her bedroom to continue their private talk. Not that it would stop any of the others from hearing. Apparently they’d heard everything this morning and could hardly contain their gleeful prodding once Az had left. When Elain told him, he had doubled over in laughter.

“That explains why my brothers fit in so well around here-Rhysand was seconds away from tackling me if I didn’t give him all the details.” He said, pulling out her laptop.

“What are you doing?” She scrunched her face curiously at him.

“Old spy tactic” he winked, opened Spotify and scrolled for a moment before pressing play. The Gospel Youth’s cover of ‘There’s Nothing Holding Me Back’ began blasting out of the speakers.

“Dammit Az!” They heard Mor yelling from down the hall. “Come on! Cable’s expensive! At least let me pretend I’m listening to a podcast or something.” Az and Elain burst into a fit of laughter.

He paused the music and stuck his head out the door “We’re not here to entertain you! You’ve got wifi. Get on YouTube or something!” He heard Elain cackling behind him. She’d logged in on her phone, changing the song to ‘U+Ur hand’ by Pink.

Az turned around to see her biting her lip to try and stop laughing. Her face bright red and eyes shining with mirth.

“What you said made me think of the lyrics.” She told him shyly. She was adorable-he stuck out his tongue at her, playfully. His heart swelling with an affection he’d never felt before. He turned back to find Mor standing in the doorway, shoulders shaking with silent laughter of her own. “Looks like you struck out, Azzy-boy.” He shook his head and sighed.

“I have a feeling we’ll somehow get more privacy at my house, if you’re up for it.” He called over his shoulder.

“I think you’re right” she rushed to grab her things. “Lead the way.” She said, reaching for his hand as Mor’s pitiful “Noooo!” followed them out the door.

~~~~~~

The walk from Elain’s house to Azriel’s was only fifteen minutes, but they took their time-enjoying one another’s company.

“So…nobody followed us?” Elain asked tentatively.

“Doesn’t seem like it. Did you want to talk now? We can go to the park and sit on one of the benches-not many people are out at this time of night.” While that was true, Azriel also wanted to enjoy his time with her uninterrupted for a few minutes longer. Without prying eyes (or ears) from family or friends.

“I’d like that.”

They found a more secluded area of the park. The bushes created a small grove with a bench in the middle-private and romantic. Precisely what he’d hoped for. “What did you want to talk about, Sweetheart?” They’d sat down beside each other, his arm around her shoulders pulling her in.

She twisted her hands around shyly. “I suppose we should get the easy one out of the way first. Like last time.” She smiled bashfully. as was sure he’d never get over that look. “My sisters are coming to the expo.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.” He told her honestly. “Is that what you’re so worried about? Your sisters’ approval?” He tilted his head, an inquisitive glance on his face.

“No, I’m not worried about that. They’ll love you. If not, that’s their loss.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I just. There so much about me that I kept hidden from them for fear that they’d tell mother. Even though we loved each other and still do, there were times when all of us couldn’t take her lashings anymore and we’d try to get her attention on one of the others.“ He kissed her on top of the head, letting her know she could continue.

“I wore wigs for four years so they didn’t know about my hair-and because Greyson hated it, but since I used my own money from work he couldn’t do much about it short of shaving my head.” She hummed softly.

“They don’t know about all the shit he put me through. I told them the bare minimum.” Shame. Regret. Embarrassment. She found herself unable to look her boyfriend in the eyes.

“Do you want them to know?” He knew the answer, already.

“Of course. I just don’t know how without having to relive it all. Again. I’m tired of having to go through the pain every time I explain it to someone new. I know-I know I’ll have to in court. But that…I don’t know how to explain it, but that seems different to me. I imagine that won’t feel like I’m getting someone’s pity-I’d be giving the facts for judgement on his punishment. But telling people I know…Everyone looks at me differently. I don’t want to see that look from my sisters.”

Azriel recognized her melancholia. He’d felt the same way growing up with his scarred hands. The only difference was how visible his scars were compared to hers. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Whatever you decide to do, I’ll help however I can.”

She leaned further into him “I know you will.” He ran his nose lovingly against her neck sending shivers down her spine. A soft gasp escaped her.

It frightened her. How easily her body reacted to him. How her mind would call forth every fantasy in his mere presence. She wanted to explore it so badly, but any time she thought about it she would panic. She sighed heavily.

“Okay. So that was the ‘easy’ talk for tonight. What’s the hard one?” He felt her skin begin to pebble as he spoke. Felt her shivers when he ran his nose against her skin. Saw the way she tilted her head to allow his breath to tickle her more. He allowed his lips to barely graze the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“This.” She said breathlessly

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered.

She hesitated. “No.”

“I need you to tell me the truth, Lain. I swear it won’t hurt my feelings. I never want you to feel pressured into anything.”

“That’s the thing, Az…I don’t. I’ve never once felt pressured with you. In fact-“ he could feel her heartbeat racing.

“In fact I… fantasize about it sometimes.”

“Elain” his voice deep and dark and sensuous “do you think about me?” She felt his sly smile against her ear.

Her body was made of fire. There was a pressure building low in her core and the part of her that wanted to explore sex again was positively screaming. She wasn’t going to indulge it yet, knowing she wasn’t ready. But she would damn sure acknowledge it…later.

She looked at Azriel through her lashes. A shy smile blooming “Yes” she whispered. Her heart was pounding out of her chest-it sounded like Nuala’s bass drum in her ears. Azriel hadn’t said anything yet, and it was making her anxious. She began to chew on her lip waiting for any confirmation he’d heard.

Azriel ruffled through his messy hair-Elain loved his hair. He kept it short on the sides and back, and left a mop of the softest, most beautiful curly onyx hair on top. Slowly, cautiously, as if approaching an injured animal, he lifted his hand. His thumb slid her lip from between her teeth, leaning in for the softest, barest kiss and pulling away.

She lifted her gaze to his. “One day, Habibi.” He stroked her jaw “One day I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about. There’s no rush. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

@karomdr-blog @mis-lil-red

I’m sorry I’m so bad about remembering to tag 😬

[artemiseamoon]

A drabble I guess?

Gabriel (omc) , Corinthian, Jed

A random idea I just had based off this prompt I have not featured a male OC yet, not as lead, so wanted to try something different.

Omc: Gabriel Thompson (fc: Jesse Williams)

Corinthian alias name for the school: Cori and Mr.Nathan

Gabriel slowly packs up his things as the kids file out of the room. It’s nearly 4:30pm now and he’s done with after school tutoring for the week.

His other cell phone is vibrating in his pocket, and he’s waiting for the room to be empty to answer.

“Mr. Thompson?”

He raises his eyes from the desk as Jed approaches, he’s last in the classroom now.

“Hey Jed, everything good?”

“Could you walk me to the front of the school?”

Gabriel closes the flap of his messenger back and stands up straight. “Sure. Let’s go.”

When they leave the classroom, he flicks the light off and closes the door. As they walk down the hall, Jed takes a comic out of his pocket and unrolls it.

“Careful.” Gabriel grabs his shoulder and helps him navigate the hallway, and to avoid bumping into a sign.

Though Gabriel has only just started teaching part time here, Jed has quickly become one of his favorite students. He reminds him of himself as a kid, nose buried into a comic, big imagination, curious, no parents.

He was actually surprised Jed wanted a tutoring session today, he never needs it, hes one the top students here. It was a small group of three today, and he already saw the other two kids get picked up by their parents from the window as they left the classroom.

Gabriel hasn’t met all the kids' parents and legal guardians yet, including Jeds. A man named Cori, sometimes referred to as Mr. Nathan. Jed seems to be a fan and speaks fondly of him, from the little bits he’s heard.

…

“Alright little man, keep up the good work, stay sharp,” Gabriel says to him as they step outside. Jed smiles and puts the comic back in his pocket.

“Thank you Mr. Thompson,”

“Oh one last thing,” Gabriel digs in his bag and pulls out a worn comic, “found this lying around, you might like it.”

Jed’s eyes light up, “ cool! I haven’t read this one yet.” He takes it, “ i didn’t know you like comics Mr. Thompson.”

“Let’s just say I was like y-” Gabriel watches as the familiar car pulls up in front of the school. He’s seen it before, but is having a hard time placing it. A chill runs down his spine and he instinctively steps in front of Jed. “ stay there-”

Gabriel does a double take, he must be hallucinating, there is no way in hell the man casually exiting that car is who he thinks it is.

“Hey Cori!” Jed steps out from behind him and runs down the stairs.

Gabriel drops his bag on the floor and catches up. Then quickly standing between Jed and the man.

“Well,” the Corinthian breathes, “look who it is.”

“What are you doing here?” Gabriel asks between gritted teeth.

“Oh me,” he smirks, “ just picking up the kid.”

“Is this - “ Gabriel looks at a confused Jed, then back at the Corinthian, “is this your guardian?”

“Yeah.” Gabriel replies.

Behind them the door opens again, it’s Mrs. Kay, one of his teachers.

“Hi Mrs. Kay.” The Corintian waves at her, she waves back excitingly.

“Hey you two! Get home safe now.”

“We will,” he turns to Gabriel who is staring at him, “what can I say? They like me.”

Jed gives them one more puzzled look, then gets into the car.

Gabriel shakes his head in disbelief, “this can't be real.”

“Oh but it is, “ the Corinthian leans against the driver seat door and slowly looks Gabriel over. The Corinthian is impeccably dressed, as usual, and wearing his signature sunglasses.

“Who let you adopt a kid?”

Jed cuts in, “He’s not a bad guy, not anymore. He promised.” He goes back to flipping through the comic book.

The Corinthian smirks, then reaches out to touch the button of Gabriel's blazer, “I’ve changed.” The grin lingers on his lips, “I don’t do stuff like that anymore - you heard him.”

Gabriel slaps his hand away.” last time i saw you, “ he leans in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, “ you tried to kill me.”

“We tried to kill each other.” he corrects him with a chuckle, “but look at us now.”

Gabriel tries to hold back his growing frustration, “Cori, is that your name now?”

“Mr. Thompson, is that your name now?”

Gabriel clenches his jaw, then shifts his attention to the passenger seat. “Are you okay with him? If not - “

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jed reassures him.

As he steps back from the car, the principal walks by, she also greets the Corthian warmly and Gabriel only becomes more confused.

“You’re just going to have to get used to seeing me around,” the corinthian opens the driver's seat door, his concealed eyes still on Gabriel.

“Yeah, I’d say the same to you.”

The Corinthian takes a stick of gum out of his pocket, unwraps it, then pops it into his mouth. He brings his last leg inside the car, then shuts the door.

Gabriels work phone goes off in his pocket again. He ignores it.

“How about you pick up that phone? Might have somebody to save.”

“Somebody to save?” Jed raises a brow and glances up from the comic.

With his hand on the wheel, the Corinthian rests his other arm on the car, “see you around, Gabriel.”

Gabriel crosses his arms bites his tongue. Before he could blink, Corintian drives off and away from the school.

“What the fuck?” Gabriel watches the car get smaller and smaller, then pulls his work phone from his pocket.

…

More Sandman

[jiangcyan]

In honor of this wip Wednesday I give you another snippet from my sangcheng fic, which i'll hopefully finish sooner rather than later 😵‍💫

Being convinced to go down to the village a second time in a day just to get the fruit Huaisang craved had to be a sign of impending insanity. And no, Huaisang’s big, brown eyes had nothing to do with that.

Observing with a critical eye the fruit seller arrange his loquats in a small pile next to a worrying amount of ripe pears, Jiang Cheng instantly knew he would pay those yellow fruits much more than they were worth.

He was terrible at haggling, as Huaisang was aware. Despite that, he had still insisted for Jiang Cheng to be the one to go buy him his darned loquats, going as far as lying to Jiang Cheng's face, saying that he was just as terrible as him. When Jiang Cheng had reminded him that he had witnessed his bargaining skills back when he had bought his first rolls of fabric, Huaisang hadn’t missed a beat and replied that fabrics were completely different from fruits, and he had no idea of how much some loquats were supposed to cost.

Jiang Cheng could kind of believe that.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and asking his ancestors to give him strength, he traipsed closer to the fruit seller stand, wary of the gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes when he caught sight of a potential new client.

“Come, come! Come see what good fruit Zheng Mo has to sell!” he cajoled. “The sweetest pears in the region, coming straight from my father-in-law's orchard!” Jiang Cheng didn’t know one could look so proud about some fruit. When the man saw Jiang Cheng’s gaze stray towards the loquats, he smiled so big all his crooked teeth were on show. “I see my friend here has refined taste! Here, here,” he said, handing Jiang Cheng one of the smallest fruits, “try it and tell me if they’re not the best you’ve ever had! I picked them myself!” he added with some pride. Taking the proffered fruit, Jiang Cheng peeled it and bit into it, humming at the sweet, slightly sour taste that exploded on his tongue.

“They’re decent,” he admitted, popping the last of it in his mouth and letting the seeds fall to the ground. “But I’ve had better.”

“Ah, you wound me! What better, there are no loquats finer than this, only the gods know anything tastier! Here, I’ll make you a good price for them, uh?” he continued, starting shoving them by the handfuls into a paper bag. “Five pennies a bag, uh? Here, here, take it!”

“Five pennies? I won’t give you more than three.”

“Three? Now, don’t be so hasty. Four, and I’ll add one pear.”

“Two pears.”

“Two pears, done!”

Sending Jiang Cheng off with his little bag of loquats and two pears, the fruit seller told him to come back anytime, that he would save his best produce for Jiang Cheng to buy.

Ah, Jiang Cheng had definitely been ripped off.

Walking aimlessly around the market stands, Jiang Cheng grabbed one of the two pears and started eating into it, begrudgingly admitting that, for all of his boasting, the fruit seller had not been wrong and his fruit was, indeed, quite good. He was looking into a new mat for Jin Ling when a few words he wasn’t able to ignore caught his ears and diverted his attention from what the seller was telling him about her products.

“I heard he’s a destitute concubine. His master sent him off because he caught him stealing!”

“I would have never thought! Ah, but finding someone else to exploit didn’t take him long, did it? I should have imagined.”

“Yes, yes. And to live with an alpha, unmarried… It’s really too shameful!”

“Sir, are you gonna buy this or not?”

Attention back on the task at hand, Jiang Cheng nodded, mouth tight. He handed the woman her money and, grabbing the mat with more force than strictly necessary, stalked as far away as possible from the gossiping women before he committed something he would probably regret later.

[petrikaira]

The Maid

Chapter 9

Demon City, pg 1 (Previous)

Rating: G for General Audiences

Nele grabbed her heavy bag of coins. It was much heavier than she had been expecting for one week of work. As Zillah had explained, measuring out the coins, the city currency was forty coins to one of Byipi’s coppers. Nele had never held so many coins at once. Shifting her foot impatiently, she strapped it to her waist by her chatelain and waited as she had been instructed to do. Zillah had also told her she wasn’t to go into the city alone, not this first time.

There was a sense of looming dread and impatience that had nestled itself deep into her chest. She twisted the chains of her chatelain anxiously. 

The clatter of shoes on the cobblestone. She turned, ready to greet whoever had been tasked with going into the city with her. She expected Sh’aat, who had said she was going out sometime in the upcoming days to secure chickens for the castle but instead was met with a wolfish face. 

“Oh,” Nele said, not bothering to hide her disappointment. “It’s you. The wolfman.”

“My name is Butler.” The wolfman adjusted his outersleeves, rebuttoning the copper buttons. His sleeves were a strange gossamer green that reminded Nele of dragonfly wings. She could see his white cotton undersleeves through them. 

Nele’s nose wrinkled. “Ah, the Prince named you too when you signed your contract?”

“He did. And a fine name it is,” Butler said with a very wide grin. She could see each and every one of his pointed teeth in his too big snout. “Now let’s get you wherever you’re going, Cornelia.”

Nele felt a shudder down her back. She knew it. She knew that accidentally calling herself Cornelia would have consequences. “Call me Nele, for now,” she said shortly. 

“Well, Nele,” Butler said with a click of his heels as he stepped from the castle doors. “Let’s go. Where exactly are you going?”

“I need to buy a blanket, so, wherever I might do that,” Nele said. “If there is a place to do that.”

Butler snickered. His clawed hands slid into his white pressed pants pockets.“You’re in Demon City, Nele. Of course there are places to buy a blanket. This is like the Paris of the demon world.”

He said it with a sardonic laugh. She was not sure if he was lying, or if he wasn’t. It wasn’t as if she had ever seen Paris, or even heard about it much besides it being large and full of fashion and lights. She hurried after him, picking up the hem of her peach dress she had taken with her. 

A skeleton guard waved at them as they left, and Nele briefly waved back at them before pushing down her unease. She still wasn’t quite used to Agni. It was upsetting to learn that this had happened to multiple people. 

“I’ll be seeing you later, Jerry,” Butler told the guard. “It’s gambling night tonight.”

“See ya later, But, I’ll take ya to the cleaners,” The skeleton, Jerry, said with his teeth clacking. His voice was a lot higher than Agni’s Nele noted. 

“Gambling?” Nele asked as they stepped out into the street. It was wide, and a gleaming horseless carriage clattered past full of deep colored wood and gleaming gold. It looked royal. “And what is that?”

“Jerry and I and a few of the other guards play cards on nights off,” Butler said, his tail swishing. “And that, my dear, is a Vulpis carriage.”

“Vulpos?” Nele asked as the carriage slowed.

“Vulpis. Foxes. They’re one of the other old royal families here, though I’ve heard they haven’t held a throne since their hell days.”

There was more amusement in Butler’s’ voice, it danced through the air with hidden laughter. She felt a stab of annoyance at it, but then the carriage moved and across the way from them she could see green. Trees. Grass. And another high white wall. Zillah had said there wasn’t a lot of greenery in the town, but that looked like a full blown meadow and under the fake Canis suns the grass gleamed.

“What is that?” She asked, excited. 

Butler was already striding away from her, towards the expanse of green. “Hmm? Oh, the Vulpis compound.”

She hurried after him, picking her skirts off the gray cobblestones of the street. “The Vulpis have grass? And trees?”

“Hmm? Oh- yes, technically I suppose that is theirs, as well, but they donated that land to be a park. I meant the white walls behind it-”

“I don’t care about that! Tell me about the park- please, I mean, it would be nice of you to do-” Nele trailed off. 

“A park? That is free land where anyone can go and enjoy the nature the place has to offer. I’ve heard the locals do picnics here.”

Picnics! She hadn’t had one of those since she was a little girl. It wouldn’t be quite the same as doing it under blue sky, watching the clouds scud by and seeing the ocean waves down below, but sitting in the grass seemed divine. She gladly followed Butler into the park, and through the winding path. Golden flowers lined the walk ways, their petals reminding Nele of lion's mane. Bushes lined the edges of the park, dotting like spots from a watercolor brush and full of deep green leaves and even the trees were lined with little white flowers. Nele didn’t stop walking as she took it in, smelling the floral scent that clung to the air like the heady scent of spring. 

It was strange to see heavy rock through the ceiling, and stranger to see the high white walls of the Vulpis compound beyond that, but she didn’t mind. The green itself was vibrant. An ache twinged in her chest. Distantly, she realized she did miss the chicken farm just a little. Her days had been so full of work that she hadn’t had much chance to think about it, but she did miss the farm. Or maybe she just missed the sky. And the grass. And the trees.