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notapradagurl7 · 15 days ago

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Shadows Of Us.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as “Leon” from Mr. Robot.

Summary: On a regular Saturday night, as you enjoy classic sitcoms together in the comfort of your house with Leon, your cool yet mysterious friend who works for the Dark Army. You blurted something, challenging the boundaries of your friendship. Despite his fear of getting too close, it led to a moment that refined your connection.

Warnings: angst, praise, choking kink, bedroom sex, cursing, spanking, fingering, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk, consensual intimacy, virginity loss, protected sex, fluff.

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The rays from the flat-screen television radiate a warm glow throughout the living room, dancing across your rich melanated skin and Leon’s deep ebony skin. Leon sat beside you comfortably on the sage green couch, absentmindedly gazing upon Living Single. He hummed along to the rhythmic theme song as you leaned back, feeling the plush cushions cradle you as you sank into relaxation.

Leon’s arms rested confidently on the couch backs, while his legs sprawled slightly, causing his knee to brush against yours in a fleeting, electric moment. As your eyes locked, drawing you deeper. While your elbow rested on the right armrest, your face rested on your palm.

“My bad,” Leon apologized, his eyes flickered to you then back to the television screen.

“It's okay, Leon.” You responded kindly, your eyes on the television.

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with a hint of his cologne, enveloped the room, the scent was comforting and made you feel right at home.

Spending time with Leon was anything but tedious. Your afternoons together slipped away effortlessly as you immersed yourselves in episodes of classic sitcoms.

Whether it was the crazy moments of *Seinfeld* or the nostalgic humor of *Living Single*, you found joy in the stories and the dialogues interspersed with hours of conversation, spending those afternoons at the diner, for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Leon was an enigma; an assassin for the Dark Army, he carried with him unshared tales of his past life—stories of danger, intrigue, and connections built from the shadows of his experiences.

The Dark Army taught Leon to be formidable, always ready to defend and strike for the sake of his loved ones.

His short time behind bars had imparted a tough exterior, but you knew there was so much more beneath the surface, that was how the Dark Army found him.

There was a depth that made each moment shared with him feel profound and thrilling.

He exuded effortless coolness, as he always did, clad in a black tee shirt that was layered over it was an oversized camouflage hoodie that draped comfortably. His cargo camouflage fitted pants, the splotches on the outfit in the colors of ink-black, and grey, hugging him in all the right places to highlight his physique.

His two-strand twisted black locs swayed lightly with each move, framing his attractive face.

On this typical Saturday night, you opted for a more laid-back look, slipping into black shorts that allowed for easy movement, paired with a matching tee shirt that felt soft against your skin. Your black box braids were pulled up into a high bun.

You didn't inquire much about his life or occupation. Was his actual name even Leon?

He was gone for hours, possibly days, yet he always returned to you after his risky offlance work. The two of you were just friends, not in a romantic relationship.

The familiar laugh track from Living Single echoed through the room for what felt like the millionth time, blending into the background like a well-worn theme song melody.

You started to hum along absentmindedly, mirroring a sense of intrigue about something on your mind, not the drama on the screen, even if you'd seen it all before.

Leon’s gaze flickered in your direction, his face softening as he noticed your subtle hum. The moment hung in the air, taking hold of Leon’s attention.

That happened a lot from time to time and even if you didn't speak, Leon could always tell that there was something prickling in your mind.

You typically offered your playful commentary or quipped about the antics of the characters on screen. It was an unusual quiet, between your usual banter and this gentle exchange.

“Somethin’ on your mind Y/N?” Leon asked in a tone that was both reassuring and curious.

The way Leon uttered your name sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, an blend of excitement and nerves. You inhaled deeply, feeling your breath tremble as you held it for a moment.

Your thumbs fidgeted in your lap, twisting and twirling together anxiously, as you fought to steady your racing heart.

This was the courage you had been building up for weeks, perhaps even months. “Actually…yeah, there is something on my mind,” you spoke up, gazing at him as he held perfect eye contact.

Damn, he noticed too much. You had something to say; why not just say it?

The question you have been holding back, the one that had yanked just out of reach of your lips.

"I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Leon,” you blurted out, your heart racing as your gaze flickered back to him, searching for a reaction.

Leon’s deep brown eyes softened, yet his voice carried a gentle firmness as he replied, “You know we can’t do that, shorty.”

There was something deeper to his words—concern and reluctance. You could see the internal conflict etched across his face.

Leon was afraid of getting too attached, of crossing a line that could lead to heartache. The shadows of his life loomed large in your mind, the risks of his dangerous profession making him hesitate.

He didn’t want to plunge into something deeper, fearing that losing you would be a consequence of the choices he made in his line of work.

It was this blend of longing and apprehension that made him so skeptical, and it left you feeling both hopeful and frustrated.

“I know that your job is dangerous, but I need this to be a one-time thing—just to get it over with. I’d rather do this with someone I trust,” you spoke, your voice softening as you looked at him with earnest eyes.

Leon’s lips fell down into a frown, his heart aching at the implication of “one-time thing.” The words lanced through him, stirring hurt and longing, but he was happy to be trusted by you that much.

“One-time thing? It's never a one-time thing Y/N, it can always lead to more,” Leon replied back, his tone laid back.

You waved him off with a smile, humming in response. But Leon gives in to you, it was as if you had a hold on him he couldn't shake.

"Like I said, I just want to get it out of the way, I'm in no rush but I need you for this,” You trailed off, your hands gesturing to him and you.

Yet, as he gazed into your delicate features, with your pleading pretty face and vulnerable eyes, he felt the grip of the moment tugging at his heartstrings.

The pull was undeniable, making it increasingly difficult for him to say no, even though he knew he should.

But Leon gave in anyway, fulfilling your wish was his command. Only you were deserving of his touch.

“A’ight then, let's make it happen,” he said, his voice firm and raspy, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You felt your heart race at the thought. Leon was undeniably handsome, and the chemistry between you two had always been there.

But the reality of the situation was that he was dangerous, and you knew it. You had to tread carefully.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, your voice a bit shaky, trying to mask the excitement bubbling within you.

You bit down on your lip, your attempt to suppress a grin only making the corners of your mouth twitch. A soft exhale escaped you, but all he did was flash that charming grin that sent a flutter through your chest.

“Yes, and I got you, but you gotta know, once we start, ain't turnin’ back,” Leon spoke up, his voice low and playful as he leaned in closer.

You let out a light chuckle, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling within you, as you discreetly wiped your sweaty hands on your shorts, thankfully you washed your hands and came right back, hoping to quell the anxiety that coursed through you.

His gaze held yours with an intense emotion that made your heart race. You took deep breathes, as you began to relax. It was normal to be nervous about this, anyone would feel the same that you did.

“I know that, Leon, and I trust you,” you replied back, the sincerity in your voice, as you held his gaze, the nerves spreading through you once more.

He smirked, a hint of confidence in his demeanor. “Trust is good, especially in a moment like this. This is goin’ to be somethin’ more huh?”

“Or the best decision I’ve ever made based off this moment,” you sang playfully, a playful grin spreading across your face.

Leon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your boldness. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“I want to feel something more than just…watching TV, going out to eat and waiting for you to come back,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Let’s get to it then,” he said, his voice laced with authority and allure. He took your hand, guiding you away from the couch and towards the bedroom.

Your heart raced as you walked through the shadowy hallways with him, As you stepped into the dimly lit bedroom on the right and the small lamp casting a amber orange small glow spilling in the spacious room, silence enveloped you.

You approached the dresser beside the bed, the wood cool beneath your fingertips as you tugged open the drawer, only to be met with no condoms.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, the disappointment heavy in your voice. “Shit,” you mumbled, You had hoped to find a pack of condoms tucked away inside.

With a slight shake of your head, you closed the drawer and turned back to face him, “Do you have any condoms, Leon?” you asked him, your voice still nervous.

“Yes. I do,” Leon assured, pulling a small gold five condom packet from his back pocket.

“You’re always prepared, aren't you?" you teased, feeling excitement and nervousness.

“Stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready, girl,” Leon replied with a wink, his confidence in his voice.

You gracefully sank onto the bed, the plush mattress cradling your body as you sighed in bliss.

Your gaze remained fixed on his face, captivated by every nuance of his expression.

Slowly, you allowed your hands to glide down your sides, peeling away your shorts and panties with slowness, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a gentle flutter.

With a soft, delicate motion, you removed your tee shirt, feeling the cool air brush against your skin, shivering from it as your brown nipples poked out from the ceiling vent.

As Leon takes off his jacket and tugs at the bottom of his black t-shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head. He tosses his clothes onto the plush bedroom carpet, next to yours, as he lowers his sweatpants and boxers.

Carefully ripping open the condom package, he discards it in the trashcan and smoothly rolls the condom onto himself.

“You’re beautiful," he murmured, his hand cradling your face while leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon him. His toned body was a work of art, the muscles in his arms and chest defined and inviting. His dick was wide, and thick, his tip beading with precum.

He was every bit the danger you were drawn to, and yet, there was a warmth in his eyes that made you feel safe.

"Damn," You whispered, your cheeks felt warm as you took in the sight of him.

Leon chuckled softly, moving closer to you. "You like what you see?"

"More than I expected," you admitted, biting your lip. As heat pools around you.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, "Just wait until you feel it."

Heat pooled in your core at his words, and you felt a rush of emotion. You couldn’t believe you were finally about to lose your virginity to him, it was really happening.

"Can we start with head and fingering first? After all, it’s the easy part," you suggested, biting your lip in anticipation.

"Absolutely, we can start with that. Just say the word when you'd like to stop, and I will oblige," Leon replied, nodding thoughtfully in agreement.

“Okay,” You said, lying down on your back to make sure you were comfortable.

Leon hovered above you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. "Just relax, Y/N. We’re gonna take our time."

You nodded, your heart racing as he crashed his lips with yours. Tilting your head, quickly deepened as your lips latched with his. Your tongues danced in sync, soft yet firm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the soft sounds of lip-smacking filling the room and you moaned softly in response, his head lowered to your neck swiftly.

His full lips suckle your pulse point, leaving hickeys on your melanated skin. “Fuck, Leon,” you gasped softly, your fingers gripping his toned arms as he peppers kisses along your collarbone.

He pulled your legs apart gently, as his thumb grazing your sensitive clit, causing you to squirm beneath him. Breaking the kiss, “Shit..” you moaned softly, You could sense the playful grin on his face, but you craved more than just his kisses and touch.

“How does it feel baby?” He asked, his voice raised an octave, peppering kisses along your neck as his freehand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipple, earning a sharp gasp.

“I..it’s so good..fuck,” you moaned lowly, rolling your hips onto his fingers. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, bringing him in for another quick lip lock, heat flowing through your body as your mind was clouded with pleasure.

His fingers moved smoothly between your slick folds, and you let out a moan from the sensation as he thrust in and out. “So fuckin’ wet…” Leon mewled, he watched your face contort in pleasure, feeling your tight walls closing in on his fingers, the cold metal of his gold ring sent a chill through you and he let out a low groan.

“So..fucking..good,” You babbled as if you were drunk, your hips rolling once more. Bed creaking, body shaking but you wanted more, you didn’t except it to be this intense.

His thumb circled on your wet clit in a steady motion as his digits pumping in your walls. Your mind went blank, pleasure brimming. “f..fuck..ah! Leon!” You lamented, speaking his name like a prayer. Nails scratching at his shoulder blades, panting as if you were losing oxygen, so close.

Mewling his name over and over again, holding his fingers inside you before scrissoring them a bunch of times, as you came undone. “Shit!” you screamed, blinking away tears. Panting against his shoulder as your climax crashing over you like a tsunami, wetness spilling out as he brought you to the edge.

“There you go, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips. His eyes locked with yours as he withdrew his messy fingers glistening with essence and grinned at you.

“Don’t know how good you taste?” He asked, a rumbling sound that left his voice, and made your pussy clench around nothing with your wetness trickling from your slit, his tongue lapped up the current mess on you.

He leaned in closer, and you grabbed his wrist, your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and sucked them clean. You moaned softly, “Yes..” he bit his lip as he watched you, damn near shocked. Did he bring it out of you? he kisses you twice.

“Shit…” you mumbled, arching your back, desperate for more of his touch. Your body was responding to him in ways you never knew it could, and the thrill of it all set your nerves alight.

With a swift motion, he lowered his head down, his mouth finding your glistening pussy. “I want you to cum again,” he mumbles onto your clit, suckling it roughly, and slurping your juices.

He flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. “Please, Leon..” you grasped sharply, your fingers tangled in his locs, pulling him closer.

His hands underneath your knees, and positioned your legs over his shoulders, "Fuck, you taste so good," he growled against you, sending vibrations through your body that made you shudder in pleasure. His hands fondling your breasts, pinching your nipples.

His tongue thrusting in and out of your wet folds with a masterful rhythm, You moan his name like a mantra, gripping and smacking your ass as he meets with each twitch of your hips. “Is..m-my pussy wet and tight enough for you? Shit!” you groaned loudly, gasping for air.

Everything was more different between you and Leon—more heartfelt. With every kiss, lick, and finger fuck. He wanted you to feel the love from him, over and over again. There was no going back from this.

His head swayed from side to side, trying to put your whole pussy in his mouth, “Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue traced shapes on your clit with your moans growing louder.

“Right there…” You whimpered weakly, legs shaking. His fingers scissored inside you in a faster pace, tongue swirling onto your clit.

You felt the familiar heat pooling in your belly once more, the tightening of your walls signaling that a second climax was imminent. “I-I’m gonna—” you whimpered, your body tensing.

With a cry of his name, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you came undone. Your essence pouring all over his mouth, The sensation overwhelmed you, “Leon! Fuck!”

Leon didn’t stop; he kept his mouth on you, lapping up your juices as you trembled beneath him. “Clean up the mess you made, baby,” you cried out, your voice raspy, as his head swayed from side to side, cleaned you up with his tongue.

“I need you inside of me,” you panted, your voice breathless and desperate.

He pulled away, as he licked his lips with a mischievous smirk. “You ready for me, Y/N?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, the moment feeling electric. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, concern etched on his face.

“Yes, I'm ready,” you affirmed, your chest raising and failing, your heart racing.

With a nod, Leon began by rubbing his tip onto your wet folds, coating himself with essence before he slowly pushed his dick inside. You whined from the stinging pain, as he stretched you out, Leon gritted his teeth from your wet walls clenching around him, inch by inch.

“Breathe, baby, you’re doin’ so good,” he coaxed, his voice low and soothing.

You focused on his words, taking deep breaths as he filled you completely, every inch of his dick. “I-it’s fine…Leon, just keep moving,” you whimpered, your body adjusting to his thick size.

With your consent, His hips pushing at a slow pace, as you kept taking breathes, allowing you to acclimate before he began to move, his thrusts slow. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he said, Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure through you, and you could feel yourself relaxing, melting into the sensation.

“You good?” he groaned, his hips gradually pushed. His pace quickened, and you felt the delicious friction build as he hit all the right spots. “Y-yess,” you mumbled, kissing your lips again. Filling you up, so full and so good.

Soon enough, the pain subsides to pleasure, and your head falls onto the pillow as you moan at the feeling, “I...I’m good now,” you spoke, your voice breaking little by little.

“Good,” He replied, his voice raised an octave, your hands gripping his shoulders and he kisses your lips again, he was ready to give you everything. Feeling a brand new sensation you've never felt. Blinking away tears from every stroke.

With a low groan, he obliged, his hips snapping against yours, sending you spiraling deeper into bliss. “Damn, you’re fuckin’ wet, so perfect for me,” he murmured, admiration and desire lacing his words.

Hands clenching the falling blankets, Leon stole a few messy, wet kisses with you, as his hand wrapped around your neck. Feeling his dick spread your pussy out, so good, so wet. No doubt that he’s been fantasizing about this, just as you did. “Spread them legs wider for me baby,” he whispered, smirking against your skin.

You complied, opening your legs wider allowing Leon to thrust harder, and deeper, “Yes! Harder! Please!” you cried out, arching your back for more. Your heart beating like a drum, the tension rising, the feeling deeper, the two of you growing closer, he did as you told him, catching your moans, and the steady, slapping of skin to skin.

“Tears fallin’ from yo’ eyes, so desperate and tongue-tied for me, I couldn't help but fantasize about ways makin’ you come back to back, baby girl,” Leon whispered, biting on your ear.

You whimpered from his words, shattering into pieces underneath him, bodies slick with sweat pressed so close together, “You ain't the only fantasizin’ baby,” you panted heavily, Your head thrash onto the pillow, wetting up his dick and clenched around him.

“Good to know the feelin’ is mutual,” he vowed, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to drive into you, relentless and passionate.

Your hips moved together in perfect harmony, his lips latched onto yours as their tongues danced in sync, “Don’t you see how good you take this dick?” Leon grunted deeply, he grinned at the sticky wet mess underneath, watching his dick disappear in your pussy, thick lines of your cum coated his dick completely. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, you felt the boundaries of your friendship dissolve, replaced by something deeper, something that felt right.

“Leon, I’m…gonna..cum,” you gasped, your body arching into his as pleasure coursed through you.

“Cun for me, baby. I got you,” he urged, his voice going deeper, slightly raspy.

With thrusts after thrusts, the dam broke, and you cried out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves, you came undone, “Leon!” your body trembling as you reached your peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Leon groaned, the sound of your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release within the condom.

The two of you collapsed together, breathing heavily as you came down from the high.

“How was your first time?” he asked, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“It was incredible,” you replied, a smile breaking across your face as you nestled into his side, feeling safe and content in the afterglow.

Leon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both basked in the warmth of the moment. “Good, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Me either,” you spoke up, your hand cradled his cheek as your thumb swiped over his cheek with love.

“And just so you know, this ain't a one-time thing for me,” he admitted, his voice softening as he looked at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Your heart swelled at his words, a smile creeping onto your face. “Me neither,” you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

You smiled, and kissed him again. In this moment, you knew you had crossed a line, but it felt right. You were no longer just friends; you were something more, bound together by the connection you felt with him.

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celiastjamesoscar · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: when Natasha comes back hurt from a mission, she lets you clean her wounds.

Warnings: fluff, light cussing, mentions of sex, jokes about kidnapping, reader being a menace

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Word Count: 3.6K

AN: this is probably the softest fic I have ever written 💀

The sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the compound as Natasha made her way into the kitchen. She quietly opened a cabinet and grabbed a bowl along with the box of Raisin Bran. She set the bowl down on the island before moving to the fridge and grabbing some milk, and then she made herself a bowl of cereal.

Today had been one of the rougher missions she's been on; it was supposed to be a simple bag and grab, but Hydra agents had gotten the drop on them, and she came back battered and bruised. Along with the bruises, Natasha had minor cuts littering her body, and a small jolt of pain ran through her body every time she moved.

You had warned Natasha not to go on the mission; it sounded too easy. And now, as she sat on the couch and rewatched her comfort episodes of New Girl, she wished that she had listened to you. You were always the wiser one in the relationship, and Natasha sometimes hated that about you. You would always try and talk her out of doing risky missions and she rarely listened to you. She was scared to face your wrath, so she wasted as much time as possible before entering your shared bedroom.

You had joined the Avengers as a surgeon; you were one of the country's best and met Natasha during one of her missions. She was undercover at a bar in Italy when she saw you.

It was a rowdy Friday night, and Natasha’s target was at the same bar. You had accidentally bumped into her, causing her to ruin her dress, and naturally, she was bitchy with you for it. You ushered out a plethora of apologies; you told her that you were only here because your friend had dragged you here but then left once she found someone to hook up with, causing you to be stressed, and that’s why you accidentally ran into her.

You bought her a drink as an apology, and she gladly accepted it. You wanted to talk to her, but she told you she had some business to take care of once she saw her target leave the building.

“See you in a minute, yeah?” She asked once she finished her drink and placed her hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Of course,” you replied, smiling as you watched the redhead leave the bar. Natasha was a willow, and she bent right to your wind, begging you to take her hand and meet her after dark.

Naturally, you didn’t see the woman again, and you felt ashamed for getting your hopes up. Eventually, you saw Natasha again in the same bar, and this time, she bought you a drink. The two of you conversed back and forth about your lives, even though you suspected she wasn’t telling you the whole truth about her job.

“I do background checks at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington,” Natasha said as she sipped her drink. You lightly laughed at her words but didn’t pry; you knew she was lying because her forest-green eyes refused to meet yours for over three seconds. You told her that you were a surgeon at one of the hospitals in New York City, and when she asked what specialty you are, you told her trauma.

The pair talked into the hours of the night, and when it came time to leave, Natasha asked you for your number, and you happily gave it to her. You spent one more week with Natasha before you returned to New York, and it was the best week of your life. You went on lunch dates with her every day she was free, and you quickly bonded with the woman.

When it came time for you to leave, you kissed Natasha’s cheek as you stood outside her apartment with a bouquet of lavender and violets. “I’m heading back to New York at 3 today, and I just wanted to say goodbye before I left,” you said with a smile, but your eyes had pain in them as you handed Natasha her flowers. She smiled at them and welcomed you into her apartment while she put them in flowers. The apartment was bare of any photos except a few that you could tell were of a fake family near the fireplace in the living room.

Take-out containers were in the trash can, while the fridge had a scarce amount of food in it. You weren’t naïve; all the signs you had picked up on that Natasha was a spy. You had dipped your toes in this line of work before; you had worked with Interpol for a year and a half before switching to medicine, so you knew all the signs.

When Natasha returned after putting the flowers in a vase, she invited you to watch a movie with her until your flight, and you gladly accepted it. When the clock hit one, you pulled your head up from Natasha’s lap and grabbed your things. “See you in a minute, Natasha,” you said as you kissed her cheek again and disappeared down the hallway.

Naturally, when Natasha returned to the States, she ran your name across all kinds of databases, and eventually, she found you. She read your file a dozen times: graduated high school as the valedictorian with enough college credit to be an incoming sophomore, finished a year early in criminal Justice, and soon worked with Interpol as a spy. You spent 18 months with Interpol before an injury threw you out, and that’s when you switched to medicine.

Just like high school, you graduated at the top of your class and got an internship at one of the best prestigious hospitals in the country. You’ve been there for roughly a year now, but you were one of the best residents there.

You weren’t even back home for three weeks when an agent from SHIELD asked you if you would like a job offer at Stark Tower. At first, you were a bit shocked at the offer, but when you entered the first floor of the Stark Building, and you saw your redhead, you knew it was her doing.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Natasha said with a sly grin as she led you through the luxurious building and toward a room with ‘T. Stark’ on the name mantle beside the door. You give her a questioning look before entering the room. “Good luck,” Natasha said gently before leaving you alone with the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist.

The interview went well, aside from the fact that Tony kept hitting on you, and you were offered the job of a head surgeon. The salary was definitely an increase, and it had much better benefits than your old job, plus, you would get to see Natasha a lot more, so of course you took the offer.

One week into your new job and Natasha asked you on a date. It was nothing fancy; a picnic date on the top of Stark Tower, but you would be lying if it weren’t the best date you’d ever been on. You two talked and drank a bottle of Dom Perignon deep into the night, and when it was time to go your separate ways, Natasha pulled you into a soft and gentle kiss. It’s been eight months since Natasha started calling you hers, and she’s never been happier.

However, as she recalls all the happy memories since the start of your beautiful and gentle relationship, she gets called back into reality when she hears soft footsteps echo off the walls. She held her breath and prepared for the scolding that she would inevitably receive, but to her surprise, it was Wanda up looking for a light night snack. “Trouble in paradise?” Wanda asked as she grabbed her own stash of pop-tarts; no one dared to mess with Thor’s.

Natasha sighed at Wanda’s words; the poor girl was on the same mission as her, and Wanda knew how badly Natasha was banged up. “No, I just know that Y/N is going to have my head when she sees how bad it is,” Natasha said with a defeated sigh as Wanda walked over to her.

The Sokovian placed her hand on Natasha’s shoulder and gently squeezed it, “I wish you the best of luck with your lady; may your survival be long,” Wanda joked as she walked off.

“May your death be quick,” Natasha mumbled under her breath once Wanda left the room. She finished up her cereal and cleaned the bowl and spoon before she tipped-toed to your shared bedroom. The Russian quietly opened the door and gently climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into her. You sighed at the contact before subconsciously nudging your head into your girlfriend’s neck.

“Where were you?” You mumbled into the crook of Natasha’s neck before kissing her clothed collarbone. “I had an amazing day, love. I’m so glad you asked,” Natasha joked as she pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head.

You groaned at Natasha’s words before nudging your head against the redhead’s chest. “Life360 said you got home an hour ago, Nat. So where were you?” You asked as sleep left your body. Natasha knew that this conversation could go one of two ways: she could be honest with you and have you scold her, or she could lie and have you not find out until training in the morning and then have you scold her. “I'm cheating on you,” Natasha lied.

“Seriously, Natasha? I'm not going to fall for that,” you stated. The last time she had pulled that was when she snuck out at midnight to watch Barbie with Clint. When she told you she was cheating on you, you went ballistic; you were on the verge of throwing her off a cliff until you saw a pink box in her purse backpack.

“Natasha, what’s this?” You had asked as you made your way over toward her bag. She tried to stop you, but you were too quick, and you pulled out a Barbie doll from its box. “Did you go watch Barbie without me?”

“Y/N, I love you so much, but this was the only time Clint could go with me. You are so beautiful,” Natasha said while making her way over to you. “I bought you the Barbie and car the theater was selling.”

You scoffed at Natasha’s words before setting the Barbie down on your dresser along with the car. “I want to wrap my hands around your neck and not let go, but I’m going to let it slide: on one condition,” you stated as you walked back to Natasha and stopped before her.

“Yes, anything.”

“I get to be on bottom for a week, no questions asked.”

“Deal.”

See, Natasha was one of those people who will lie only when the truth sounds like a lie, and you quickly found that out after that incident.

Pulling back from the memory, Natasha wrapped her arms around you tighter and whispered, “Promise me you won’t get mad?”

“Depends on what it is,” you replied. Natasha took a deep breath and kissed your head once and then twice before speaking, “The mission went a little south today, but I’m okay.”

At the mention of the mission going wrong, you pushed yourself up and the bed and turned on the lamp next to the bed. “What happened, Natasha? Are you alright? I swear to god if someone hurt you,” you trailed off at the end at the thought of losing your lover. “I’m fine, detka. Don’t worry,” Natasha replied as she gently grabbed your hands at the hems of her shirt.

“Natasha,” you warned as your eyes pierced the other soul; she knew you could be intense, especially regarding her safety and well-being. The Russian groaned at your words before allowing you to take her shirt off, and her heart broke at the small gasp that left your lips.

“I told you it’s not bad,” Natasha joked as you pulled her into the bathroom and flipped on the lights. You motioned for her to sit on the sink while you looked through the cabinets for a first aid kit. Now that you were in better lighting, you could see all the cuts and bruises that littered your other half’s body. There was hardly enough skin that wasn't either turning a dark purple or that didn’t have a cut on it; you didn’t know whether to scold her for being so reckless or to cherish her for still being here with you.

Deciding to go with both, you gently cupped Natasha’s cheeks and pulled her into a loving kiss expressing all your love for her. She kissed you back as she wrapped her arms around your waist and slid off the sink. “I love you,” Natasha murmured against your lips as her breath fanned your lips. You kissed the words and pulled back, “I love you too, but I cannot believe you got this hurt and didn’t tell me about it! Now, get back on the sink so I can take care of you,” you said as you opened the first aid kit.

You grabbed some peroxide and put it on a cotton ball before gently pressing it against a cut on Natasha’s lower abdomen. Natasha hissed at the sting and gripped the sink’s edge as she groaned. “I told you to be careful,” you remarked as you set the cotton ball down and put some Neosporin on a bandit. “Yeah, yeah,” Natasha mumbled.

“Tell you what, for every cut I clean up, you get a kiss?” You proposed as you gently placed the bandit on Natasha’s cut. The redhead smiled at this proposition and tried to pull you into another kiss, but you put a finger to her lips, stopping her advances, “Nuh-uh, you’ve already gotten yours for this cut.”

The woman threw her hand back and groaned at your words, “Why do you hate me?” She exclaimed. You scoffed at her words as you grabbed another cotton ball and put peroxide on it, “I don’t hate you; I’m just not letting you bend the rules,” you said with a playful smile as you ignored how Natasha mumbled something under her breath.

When you placed the cotton ball on a cut near Natasha’s collarbone, applying more pressure than needed, she hissed and pushed you away from her, “Ow! What the fuck was that?!”

You rolled your eyes at Natasha’s comment before grabbing her shoulder with your left hand to keep her in place as you pressed the ball back onto her skin. “Stop being a baby, Nat, and let me clean your wounds,” you replied with a slight chuckle, causing Natasha to smack your arm. “Hey! Do not hit me, you little shit!”

“Don’t call me a baby, then!” Natasha retorted, refusing to let you clean her wounds again. You scoffed at her words and put the first aid kit back in the cabinet, and walked off to bed, “Fine, then. If you aren’t going to let me take care of you, I guess you just have to have Doctor Lee take care of you.”

Natasha froze at the mention of Doctor Lee. She’s only been to him once since you started working here, and she hated every second of it. You had the day off and were having dinner with a friend when you got a call from Natasha.

“Excuse me for a second,” you said to your friend while exiting the dining table. “What’s up, my love?” You asked when you stepped outside the restaurant and answered the phone. You had expected Natasha to ask if you would pick her up some food or maybe even ask if she could top tonight, but you didn’t expect her to scream in Russian about Doctor Lee. You had picked up a little Russian just from being around Natasha, so you knew the basic of what had happened: she had gotten a small cut on a mission that required stitches, and Lee made the cut worse, so Natasha had to get more stitches than needed and Lee complained about how rude Natasha was to her face.

Doctor Lee was a grumpy older man but was the best doctor you had ever worked with, so everyone put up with his attitude. You listened to Natasha rant about him for another five minutes before you interrupted her, “Natasha, I love you so much, but I’m going to need to get back to Kate before she thinks I left her,” you said with a small laugh when you heard Natasha groan. “Fine, let’s just hope I don’t bleed out all over our floor, and you have to clean it up,” she replied in an upset tone.

You rolled your eyes at her comment as you walked back into the restaurant, “you will be fine until I get back. If it’s that bad, I’m sure Lee can help you again.”

“He’s the one who got me into this mess!” Natasha yelled into the phone.

“Ah, so it must have been him who stabbed you then?”

The phone was silent for a few seconds before Natasha replied, “Yes.”

“Oh my god, you leave that poor man alone! He’s brilliant,” you said as you sat down at your table and across from Kate, who sent you a knowing smile. She was friends with Natasha’s sister, and she knew that the sisters shared a similar trait of exaggerating things.

“Just because he’s smart doesn’t mean he’s a good person,” Natasha retorted.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay? I love you.”

“That’s if I don’t bleed out and die,” Natasha mumbled into the phone before adding with excitement, “I love you too,” before hanging up.

Natasha shook off the painful memory when she heard you get into bed and shut off the lamp. “Hey, Y/N. Wait,” Natasha said as she walked into the bedroom and sat beside you, touching your hip. “Please don’t make me go to Lee.”

You rolled over and faced Natasha, your face heating up as her hand was now on your lower abdomen, and you had to fight back your thoughts. “Are you going to complain?” You questioned. Natasha shook her head and prayed that you would finish cleaning her wounds; she would rather die than return to Lee. “Okay,” you said as you moved from the bed and walked back into the bathroom with Natasha on your heels.

“Do I still get kisses for every cut cleaned?” Natasha asked as she sat on the sink. “Maybe, if you behave,” you replied with a playful smirk as you got out the first aid kit again.

You repeated the same actions with the cotton ball as you did moments earlier and lightly pressed it onto a small cut on Natasha’s shoulder. “Do you remember when we first met?” Natasha asked randomly as you placed a bandaid on her cut. “Mhm,” you replied as you quickly kissed the Russian’s lips, holding up to your end of the deal, “the bar in Italy.”

“Yeah, but do you remember when we met again in the bar?”

You weren’t quite sure where Natasha was going with this, but you wanted to play along. “Of course. Why do you ask?”

The redhead hissed when she felt the sting of peroxide seep into her cut as you pressed the cotton against her skin. You noticed how her eyes looked everywhere but you and how she played with her fingers in her lap; she was nervous about something, and you had no idea why. “I went to that bar every single night after I first saw you,” Natasha admitted after you placed another bandaid on her.

You laughed at her words and her nervousness. “Natasha, you literally stalked me and basically kidnapped me after knowing me for a week! Why are you so nervous to admit you also stalked the bar looking for me?”

“I did not stalk you!” Natasha defended, “I just missed you so much; I searched everywhere for you and didn’t stop until I found you. And I didn’t kidnap you. You were 24 years old!”

“Mhm, if you say so, you can still kidnap an adult,” you replied as you threw away the ball and kissed Natasha again, “that looks like all the serious ones.”

Natasha frowned at your comment; she didn’t enjoy you cleaning the cuts, but she wanted the reward of your kisses. “No, I think I have some more on my back,” your girlfriend replied.

You pulled her off the sink by her hands and turned her around; there were tiny cuts over her back and some light bruises, but nothing that needed cleaning. You pressed your pointer finger into a bruise that was turning purple, “nope, looks good.”

The pain that shot through Natasha’s back when you dug your finger into her bruise was something she would never forget; she would be on her deathbed and still remember that feeling. She ducked away from your finger and turned around, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! That hurt!”

“That’s what you get for ‘adultnapping’ me,” you replied as you put up the first aid kit and left the bathroom. The older woman was right on your heels after turning off the lights, “Don’t act like it wasn’t the best crime ever.”

The sound of laughter bounced around the room as you climbed into bed and opened your arms for Natasha, and she quickly crawled into your grasp, laying her head on your chest. “We were jet-set; Bonnie and Clyde, huh?” You replied and placed a kiss on Natasha's head. “Mhm. I’m just glad you didn’t turn me in for the crime,” Natasha mumbled against your collarbone as sleep slowly took her.

“Of course not, my love,” you replied as you kissed Natasha’s head and rubbed her back as sleep consumed you; slowly drifting off with the love of your life in your arms.

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AN: I rushed this and I kinda hate it but oh well 💀

#natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #marvel #black widow #natalia romanoff

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heroesrest64 · 2 months ago

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Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter 6: Murder at Work

Chapter summary: You go to work and consider the implications of your attic filled with swords

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter below the cut :)

You don’t have time to really unpack anything. Neither the boxes nor your own suspicions. So you make a quick dinner, play one episode of the show Ghosts for shits and giggles, then proceed to pass the fuck out on your couch.

Your alarm goes off before the sun even rises, and you slump off your couch and more or less crawl to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

The office building you work in is modern, in a sense. The cubicles are just like the ones you see in shows and movies, with minor discrepancies here and there. Your own cubicle has decorations up even though it’s been two weeks since the last holiday, but you decided the look was seasonal enough to be excused.

You slump into your rolling chair and begin your day, lamenting the fact that you left your coffee in the car.

“Hey work bestie~” a voice sings, and you glance at the clock. Twenty minutes late; that might be a new record.

“Hello Carrie. You’re early.” You muse, spinning your chair to face the blonde woman standing at the edge of your cubicle.

“I know, right? Boss might faint when he sees me,” Carrie laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but grin yourself, pushing your seat back to properly greet the woman before something in the corner of your eye makes a chill crawl down your spine.

There’s a flock of crows sitting just outside your work building, almost all of them gathered atop your car.

Among them, you spot none other than Jimmy, bigger and prouder than the rest. You thought you left Twilight’s anchor in your office, so this must be the crows own doing.

“What are you looking at- oh.” Carrie stops dead when she sees the same thing you do. She laughs a little, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Looks like you have a bit of a fan club. I knew you were feeding the birds around here, but I didn’t think they’d start crowding your car.” Carrie giggles, reaching out to ruffle your hair a little bit.

“I’ll let you get back to work now. We should get lunch today, though! My treat!” Carrie calls over her shoulder as she retreats to her own cubicle.

You sigh, casting Jimmy one last cursory glance before settling back into your seat, ready to get on with your day.

You spend your breaks researching. History classes from back in school told you all of the basics, but it doesn’t hurt to get a refresher.

The creation of Hyrule, brought about by the Hero of the Skies. An era of peace interrupted by a wind mage that was brought down by the Hero of the Four Sword, another era of peace before some guy named Ganon got ratted out by a kid from the Kokiri forest, then imprisoned in the Twilight Realm, where he eventually escaped to enact his original plots. After being sealed yet again, the man escaped his seals and played a huge part in the War of Eras, which brought about knowledge of alternate timelines and created rifts between said timelines which everyone decided to just… not mess with. Then, the group of Heroes started showing up. Old diaries from those times claimed a group of nine heroes would pop in and out of different pockets of time, looking for some sort of black blooded monster. They chased that thing through countless places and times, to the point it was impossible to really keep track of their adventure.

But everybody knows that the end of their journey is questionable. Nobody knows if they ever vanquished the creature that they were chasing. Nobody knows if they ever returned to their correct times or realities.

The last time they were apparently seen was… about a hundred years ago, though with all of the reality and time hopping, it’s hard to say if that was truly the end of their journey.

“Do you believe the stories about the old heroes?” You ask Carrie, looking up from your phone at the girl who’s halfway through a mouthful of her burger.

“Erm.. Why not? I mean, magic and monsters aren’t as common as they used to be, but they’re still around. That means someone had to take care of all the bad stuff in the past. Why not some macho blondes with arsenals of weapons and magic at the tips of their fingers?” Carrie shrugs, wiping her hands with a napkin before throwing it back into her plate.

“ ‘Macho Blondes’, eh? So you’re one of those people.” You smirk, leaning forward to throw your coworker a smug look.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of the Twink Link truthers!” Carrie accuses, pointing her finger in your face. You back up, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Not all of them… just most of them.” You smile genially, and Carrie squints at you.

“The Hero of Time.” She hisses between gritted teeth. You feel a bead of sweat beginning to form on your brow. Friendships have been ruined over this very topic.

“I think… he was a twink in his youth, but a DILF towards the end.” You speak your truth, and Carrie stares you down for three more stressful seconds before leaning back in her seat and nodding.

“A wise decision.” Carrie hums, then goes back to eating her burger. You glance at your phone, thinking back to all of the research you’ve done today. When you get home, you need to get some answers.

You go home and sequester yourself away into your attic.

It’s quiet up there. A little humid, but not terrible. Bearable.

You sort through the boxes upon boxes of gear, comparing them to their historical counterparts and slowly putting together the armor sets of each of the heroes you heard about while growing up.

You stare at the piles of gear, knees pulled up to your chest and chin resting on your knees. You click your phone on, eyes blankly observing your Home Screen.

“Do I actually need to ask at this rate? The truth is clear as day…” You mumble, opening your phone to find the Hero of Time’s wiki pulled up.

“The thing I’m having trouble with… is why they’re here of all places.” You groan, continuing to scroll through your phone until it suddenly shuts off. That’s weird, it had enough charge before. You sigh, pocketing the device before deciding to rejoin the world of the living. Or, well, the world of the dead from your roommates perspective.

You can’t help but laugh at your own little joke, scooting over to the hatch leading down to your room. It lets out an awful creaking noise while you climb down that you elect to ignore, though maybe you shouldn’t have since a loud snap sounds out, and you barely have time to gasp before your back makes contact with solid ground.

“Oww…” You groan, sitting up and blindly rubbing your back before opening your eyes to make sure that nobody saw you completely embarrass yourself.

You don’t find anybody. Nor do you find your own room.

All you find when you look around is an empty forest.

#linked universe x reader #fanfic #haunting heroes

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angie-likes-to-art · 10 months ago

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Fic Recs (Stranger Things Edition V)

All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Harry Potter One Two Three Stranger Things One Two Three Four Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

New in Town by @galaxy-siren

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Request: hey!! could you write a story where a new girl at school decides to nervously go up to Eddie during lunch? She gently taps his shoulder to get his attention to ask him something. ahh I don’t know you can decide what she wants to ask him! lol meanwhile Eddie is just “🤨…😍”

Horror Movies & Chill by @eiightysixbaby (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: eddie tries to scare you and gets more than he bargained for.

Satanic Panic by @hand-candy-writing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “you encounter eddie munson in the cafeteria during his satanic panic rant, but quickly distract him from his tirade.”

Happy Hours (Series, Ongoing) by @bangaveragewhitewine (18+ Only)

Pairing: Bouncer!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader Summary: When you’re not pouring beers and shaking cocktails behind the bar of Jackie’s, you’re fighting flirting balancing banter and bite with the metalhead bouncer on your break. A busy Friday night changes how you see Eddie Munson. Maybe you were wrong about the bouncer with his silver tongue and Bambi brown eyes...

Simmer (Series, Completed) by @upsidedownwithsteve

Pairing: Linecook!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much.”

Pretty Eyes by @galaxy-siren

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Request: hii!! ok so you know that scene when Eddie is first introduced in Season 4 episode 1 where he’s exclaiming out things about conforming to society, and he’s jumping off the table and whatnot?? i was wondering if you could do something where Eddie ends up bumping into a girl while he’s moving around so dramatically, and instead of calling him a freak like he expects, she shyly apologizes for running into him when it was clearly his fault. He’d be the type to be so confused and yet go “Guys I’m in love-”😂

Bruises by @lonelysatellites (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Working the bar in an underground bare knuckle boxing club, reader meets the new fighter on the block, a wiry, charming metal head.”

Don’t Call Me ‘Baby’ (Series, Completed) by @katyswrites (18+ Only)

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “This wasn’t supposed to happen. That’s what you would both tell yourselves, later on. It had started with a bet. You were a cocktail waitress, studying abroad in Rome and working yourself to death to keep yourself afloat. Steve Harrington was a business executive for one of the biggest tech companies in the world, ten years your senior, and earnest enough that it intrigued you. But, there was only one problem - he doesn’t do relationships. Not now, perhaps not ever. So, a deal is struck - something mutually beneficial. No attachments, and you get to be his perpetual mistress, while he makes sure you want for nothing. But, what happens when the agreement becomes more than what either of you bargained for?”

Same Old Song and Dance (Mini-Series, Completed) by @m0llygunn (18+ Only)

Pairing: Bully!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Eddie’s teased and taunted you for the last decade of your life but you’re not innocent. It’s always been a game, a dance if you will.”

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echantedtoon · 8 months ago

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch8 A Scarred Heart

(How many hearts can Y/n conquer? Let's find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z- Jk. Warnings for death mentioned.)

Taglist: @shadyd3ar @jcrml @tengensangel

@miniverse-zen @mysteri0uz @jjamsbangtan

@the-unknown-fandom @lavenderdropp

@mimisweetz. @purplesoulsapphire

Remember if you want to be added to the taglist lemme know

Your heart was fluttering. Soaring like a plane even. As you walked down the road with your head leaned against Gyomei's arm, arm wrapped around his own, and holding hands. It was the perfect start to your new morning and walking outside only to be surprised by Gyomei patiently waiting to walk you to work.

Although you both did stop by the cafe where you had your first date to grab some coffee and something to eat. Chasing after kids all day meant you'd be needing the energy, however you were surprised by seeing a small box next to the cash register. A sign above it advertised some kind of raffle.

"What's that?," you asked pointing towards the box out to the cashier.

He brightly smiled. "It's a raffle to celebrate Kimetsu Academy's fiftieth anniversary! If you leave your name and contact info, you get a chance to win a thousand dollars and a certificate for free cafeteria meals for the rest of the year! Only registered students can enter though." He nudged the box closer to you. "Would you like to enter? I just need to see a student ID to confirm you're a student and you can enter for free!"

"It's going on today?"

"Actually students have until classes are over this Friday to enter, and the winner's gonna be drawn Saturday. How about it? Wanna enter?"

A thousand dollars AND free lunches for the rest of the year!? You could use a thousand dollars to help pay off your car! Or pay bills for a while! Or get Gyomei a great present! And free lunches for the rest of the year would save you SO much money!...Buuut the chances of you getting picked within like thousands of other students was slim. Oh what the heck. It was a free raffle. Even if you didn't win what's the harm?

You did end up digging your student ID out of your bag to confirm your student status to the cashier before writing your contact info on a piece of paper, slipping it into the box, grabbing your coffee, and then leaving with Gyomei.

He himself felt his cheeks and ears burn up a bright happy pink as the smaller hand squeezed his. He was still half convinced that it was all just a dream and he'd wake up to no one being there. But as she held onto him as they crossed the campus and towards your workplace. You were surprised to see that he came inside with you until your coworker came up to you with a baby currently nomming on their hand in her arms.

"Y/n, there you are! Practically everyone dropped their kids off already and we've been swamped!," she grumpily said. "It's about time you and the new guy got here!"

You blinked staring at her confused. "New guy?"

He gestured to Gyomei behind you bouncing the drooling baby on her hip. "Yeah? Himejima. The boss liked his application so he got the job."

You blinked in surprise blinking before turning to Gyomei who still only smiled at you. "Is that what you meant by 'the job interview ' you had?"

He nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand but I didn't know if I would get the job here. It's only going to be for a year anyways before I finish my last year and earn my degree."

You beamed. "Are you kidding?! That's amazing! I'd love to work with my boyfriend! This is like a dream come true for me-"

"Then would you two PLEASE get changed and help me with playtime?," your coworker interrupted with a raised brow.

"Oh! S-Sorry."

You two quickly got changed into the signature pink aprons (honestly you were surprised they were able to find one that fit Gyomei-) and quickly just got to work helping your coworker take care of the infants that the parents dropped off before going to classes as your manages escorted Gyomei somewhere else. Guess she wanted to walk him through his first day on the job, and help out considering the increase of children that came into the daycare last month. But I digress. You only busied yourself by helping in the infantry wing of the daycare. Getting to work changing one crying baby's diaper before going on to sit down and attempt to rock a stubborn baby down for a nap. However he was stubborn and kept waking up just as he started to nod off and give an angry babble in protest.

"Stubborn little guy aren't you?," you asked him still gently rocking him in the chair.

Again the baby made a noise pouting and waving his tiny hands in protest making you chuckle-

RING!!

Until the front desk bell rang out. The noise caused you to stop rocking and your coworker to look up from counting the diaper supply in the nearby closet, both of you looking towards the doorway.

RING RING!!

The noise came back louder than before and one of the sleeping infants gave a small noise of protest in their sleep.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Your coworker mumbled before lightly placing her head on the closet door.

DING DING DING DING!!

The constant dinging of the bell made her inhale deeply and turn to you. "Give me the baby and go see who the heck is there before I go and ding that thing against their heads!" She was already holding out her hands for the baby in your arms just as another two ding sounds sounded from up the hall. "And tell them to shut up before they wake up these babies!" She hissed already plucking the half asleep baby boy from your arms and heaving him onto one shoulder.

"Sure." You stood up with a smile. "I'll get right on th-"

"WAAAHH!!"

Your head whipped behind you as finally the previously stirring baby woke up and started crying. Your coworkers eye twitch as only more dinging came from the front desk. You only quickly scurried out promising to come back soon and help her.

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING-!!

A rapid ringing sounded as someone repeatedly just mashed the bell at the front desk making you frown annoyed. What kind of Karen were you going to be dealing with today? With a frown you poked your head out the doorway making out half the figure of a man turned away from you looking around the front lobby, a toddler on his hip and two bags slung over his shoulders. You frowned before inhaling deeply and forcing a customer service smile on your face.

"I'm coming!," you called out making your way towards him to which he turned around sharply.

"Oh thank fu-.." He paused looking at the boy in his arms. "..Fudge! Thank FUDGE!! I've been standing here forever and I'm late for my da-..DARN classes! It's doesn't usually take this-.."

He paused seeing who came out from the back hallway and you also paused seeing who it was. You blinked once. Twice. Before the realization that SANEMI was the one standing in front of you hit you. The same thing must've been happening to Sanemi because he slowly blinked, face surprised. You both probably would've continued if the little boy in his arms didn't look up from his toy and gasped happily!!

"Y/N!!," he cheered tugging on Sanemi's shirt and pointing the toy at you. "Nemi it's da nice lady!!"

Sanemi jumped as his little brother squealed out and looked at him. "What?"

"Hi, Sanemi," you greeted making him look back to you sharply however you just smiled. "It's nice to see you again. Were you looking for Gyomei?"

He seemed to finally snap out of it before shaking his head. "No. I'm dropping off my baby brother for my mom. She's busy trying to fix an emergency at work." Without saying anything he leaned his little brother forward into your awaiting arms. "And I'm already late for my dam classes-"

"SWEAR!," Koto tattled pointing back to his brother hurrying to get the diaper bag off his shoulder.

"Here! He's got some clothes n' stuff. I'll pick 'em back up when my classes are done!" The bag dropped on the counter with a plop sound before reaching out to ruffle his little brother's head. "Be good. I'll see you later."

With that he turned and practically ran out with Koto waving at his big brother. "Bye bye, Nemi!" A toy was shoved up to your face. "Play?"

"Not right now. I have to work but I'll drop you off somewhere you can play with the other nice kids."

In the end you dropped off both Koto and his bag with your manager in the daycare room before you left back to help your frustrated coworker in the infantry wing. Luckily it wasn't too much of a problem afterwards to get both babies to sleep again and help her with a supply count. It was a bit of a pain to have so many children with a few workers but somehow you all made it. However you can't say you weren't happy when the day started to tick closer to a close and slowly parents started filing in, some carrying backpacks or books from classes, and picking up their kids after showing confirming identities. You waved goodbye to a little girl who was picked up by her tired dad after coming back from chemistry class and waved goodbye to you with a smile! You couldn't help but wave back with a chuckle before returning to the back to help clean up and disinfectant everything else for tomorrow, passing by your coworker hauling out some trash and stopping by one room which lead to what was essentially a giant playroom bigger than your kitchen and bedroom combined.

A few people were already in there sweeping, and picking up toys, and wiping down things with wet wipes. One being your boyfriend who was still holding a familiar toddler in one arm and wiping spilt grape juice off a table with the other.

"How was your first day?" His head turned to you with a smile already on his face as you leaned on the doorway. "By the looks of it, you had a wild snack time."

He chuckled and you swore his deep chuckles would make anyone blush. "Just an accident with a leaky juice box. Overall it was rather well." He slowly stood back up turning his head in your direction. "They seemed to like story time."

"You should've seen him!" Your boss proudly looked at him from spraying the toys with a disinfectant spray. "The kids all adored him! And he put them all down for naps in record time! I knew I had a good feeling when I saw you!"

He chuckled a bit flustered at the older woman's praise. "I thank you for the compliment."

"Is he the last one here?," you asked nodding at Sanemi's brother in his arms.

"Yes," Gyomei confirmed, "But Sanemi might be a bit behind today. He's been really busy with classes and helping his family these days."

"Oh no. I hadn't known about that."

It was then Koto looked up at you and gasped. "NICE LADY!!" He cheered making Gyomei blink at him. "Now we play?!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the two year old. "No sorry. I have to help clean up."

A loud whine escaped his throat but Gyomei only hummed. "I had no idea you already knew Sanemi's family."

"I don't. Well not all of them." You gestured to the boy in his arms still giggling in his arms. "I've been working here since Koto was a baby, but I had no idea that Sanemi was his older brother."

He nodded wiping the table again. "Yes. His mother uses his student discount for the daycare since his other siblings are already school aged. I'm afraid Koto still can't attend the local preschool until he's four or five years old."

"Oh, that's why he was dropping him off. But it's strange I've never seen him drop Koto off before."

He hummed brows furrowing slightly. "Well it could be because of the recent strain his family is going through."

Recent strain? What recent strain? You didn't think Sanemi looked stressed yesterday when you all went to the onsen. Other than arguing with Obanai on horror movies but with how those two acted you got the sense that's how they were all the time. So what could it possibly be?

"He didn't seem that stressed when I saw him Friday or yesterday even. Is he alright?"

Gyomei looked at you before again his head tilted at the boy playing with a toy car. "... We'll talk later."

You weren't sure what he meant by that but you respected his choice. For now you you left to go help clean up the nursery room before it was time before you all left. By the time you got done helping to wash and change the sheets and wiping down the surfaces, Gyomei was already standing outside waiting for you still in his giant pink apron and still holding Onto who looked like he tuckered out and decided to take a nap in his large arms. He turned towards the directions of your footsteps and smiled brightly.

"Ah. There you are. Are you finished with your duties?," he asked politely.

You nodded. "Yes. Oh." You stopped seeing Koto still asleep in his arms. "Has Sanemi not arrived yet?"

He shook his head no. "No but he'll probably be running a little late. He also tutors for an hour after classes to help make some extra money."

"What does he do for a living anyways?"

"He tutors math lessons and currently works online part-time for a telemarketing company that sells magazines."

"Oh. He must be really good at math then."

"The best actually. He's smarter than he looks."

"I don't doubt that." You giggled at the memory of him using those skills to get more girls on Tengen's back Friday. "Did you want to come over to my house for dinner tonight? I can make a mean spaghetti with mushroom sauce."

He hummed and was about to say something but before he could say anything a loud shout from up the hall caused both of you to snap your heads to the left towards the front lobby. It sounded like a woman's voice.

"No identification! No pick up! Now leave before I call security!"

You knew that voice. Your coworker.

"Fucking hell! That's my student ID! You want my dam driver's license too?!"

Uh oh. You definitely knew THAT voice. Quickly you approached the front peeking around the corner and sure enough found the sources of the cussing. Sanemi was looking annoyed down at your coworker with gritted teeth and his student ID was laid out on the counter by his hand. You coworker looked angry but slightly intimidated by the way he was leaning over the counter. She remained firm crossing her arms.

"You're not on the registry for pick up or emergency contacts. You're not allowed to take any child unless you're on the registry or the guardian calls to confirm alternative pick ups which neither have happened."

"Fucking-" A hand gripped his hair before running down his face. THUD! She jumped as both of his hands slammed down on the counter and he leaned farther onto it to shout at her face. "We have the same fucking last name! I dropped Koto off this morning!! What other fucking 'confirmation' do you want?!"

"S-Sir, if you don't calm down a-a-and leave I-Ill call campus security."

"I AIN'T LEAVING WITHOUT MY BROTHER!!"

Oh no. This was escalating quickly. You had better step in before things got out of control.

"Lacey." Said woman jumped up and both of their heads snapped up as you smiled walking in calmly. "Is everything ok?"

"Oh thank fuck! It's you!" Sanemi sounded relieved before snapping Lacey another accusing look. "This walking clown is refusing to give Koto back! Tell 'er that I dropped him off!"

"Sanemi, we are a daycare. I'll have to ask you not to use cuss words and foul language or I'll have to ask you to wait outside." You lightly scolded him with a smile which caught him off guard with a blank blink. You just hummed turning to Lacey. "Now what seems to be the problem?"

Lacey scowled. "He's not on the registry. No registry or guardian notice means no pick up."

Sanemi looked about ready to combust with an eye twitch and a few viens popping up on his body.

"Here. Let's just take a look at it to confirm just in case." With a hum you just gently nudged her out of the way so you could have access to the computer. Humming to yourself you just typed into it with both watching you. "Koto Shinazugawa. Right here. Now let's see...Oh. it does look like only his mom is listed." Lacey sent a smug look at- "Let's see if we had any missed calls from her." You continued into your database and with a few clicks of a mouse found something. "Oh. It looks like we have two missed calls from Mrs. Shinazugawa."

"Yeah! My mom tried calling you guys to let you know I'd be here!"

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Let's just call her back real quick just to make sure everything's lined up. Alright?" You stayed professional smiling at him as he continued to glare but slowly relaxed. Leaning off the counter and crossing his arms as you grabbed the phone and redialed the number. A few rings went by your ear before you perked up. "Hello, Mrs. Shinazugawa! I'm sorry to call you-...Yes. I know you are probably busy with deliveries. No. Your son is fine! Sleeping like a baby! I just wanted to call you back to make sure Sanemi was supposed to pick up his brother....Really? Great! Sorry for the missed calls. We were swamped today. You have a nice day, Ma'am. Sorry for bothering you." The phone hung up with a click as you smiled at Sanemi. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll go get Koto's bag for you."

Lacey's face dropped as Sanemi huffed. "It's about time."

"You're really going to give him the kid?"

You turned to Lacey. "Their mom confirmed it just now." She opened her mouth- You pointed at her. "You know you're supposed to check the database before denying or confirming anyone who comes in here. We provide good customer service which means we check first. You know that from training."

"It's not my fault." She hissed at you. Before half nodding back towards the now much calmer man. "Have you seen him?"

"I have actually. What are you getting at?"

She looked at you like you were crazy. "uh-..Are you blind? He looks like he just got out of jail!" Sanemi's eyes shifted over. "By the way he acts, I wouldn't be surprised if he's done some crap too-"

"Lacey. Do me a favor. Shut up."

Her face blinked at your happy smiling one. "I-..What?"

"You heard me. Shut up. I don't care what you think, discriminating someone just because he has scars is as stupid as saying that someone is dumb because they're blonde. And if I hear that again I'm telling our manager. So why don't you just get the broom and start sweeping the front like you're supposed to?"

She didn't say anything as you turned to leave- Blinking at Gyomei standing there still with the sleeping toddler in his arms and tilting his head down at you. However you only patted his arm with a smile and informed him that you were going to grab Koto's overnight bag before leaving to go grab it from the cubby closet. He stood there still before tilting his head at Sanemi and could guess the surprise that was plastered all over the other man's face right now. Staring wide eyed in silence.

You returned a moment later with the bag Sanemi left with you and by then Gyomei was already handing him back his baby brother. Koto yawned half way woken up by the jostle however lit up when he saw his big brother.

"Nemi!" He tiredly reached out to him and tiredly curled up on his shoulder with a yawn.

"Here's his bag." You smiled handing him the duffle bag he just slumped over his shoulder with a blank look.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Sanemi, are you going home after this?"

Said white haired man looked at Gyomei with a frown. "My mom doesn't get off work for another three hours. Genya and Teiko can watch the other three for a little longer. I'm just gonna work on my project until my mom picks up Koto."

"In that case do you want to join us for dinner?" The loom Sanemi gave you was like if you just slapped him. "I'm making spaghetti tonight."

"Sketti!" Koto peeked up immediately turning around to you with a smile. "YUM!"

Sanemi continued to stare at you.. before he shook his head and turned. "No. Kanae's picking up something. I'll see ya round Gyomei."

You frowned at him. Was it something you said? Koto waved at you from his big brother's shoulder and you waved back until they left out the door. Well safe to say that was strange, but you supposed that since he's been going through a lot it wasn't that out of the ordinary. You also decided not to pry Gyomei for answers. That was between Sanemi and his family and partners so you'd respect that privacy. Although you couldn't say you weren't curious about it all.

Tuesday went by better. This time you got there early enough to be informed that Sanemi and Koto's mom called. Apparently Sanemi would be dropping off and picking up Koto for the foreseeable future until she became available and to put him down as an emergency contact in the daycare's registry. You remembered Mrs. Shinazugawa. She was a middle aged woman who was oddly small and always looked tired when she came in starting to drop off Koto as a baby three years ago. At the time you assumed that she was going back to college to earn a degree and that's why she was using Kimetsu University's daycare.

But finding out she was using Sanemi's status as a student for a discount on childcare was both a more believable answer and only more curious about it. But again you respected their boundaries and only tended to Koto and the other kids until it was time for his big brother to pick him up. You thought it was adorable. He'd get so excited and shout 'NEMI' every time he saw him regardless of just seeing him that morning.

Each time he'd give you a strange look before just taking his brother and leaving. You were confused about the looks but they weren't angry looks just almost confused. He probably just was still getting used to Gyomei having a new girlfriend. You were still getting used to having a boyfriend yourself so it was understandable. Lacey continued to give him and you dirty looks..but hadn't done anything since Monday's fiasco so you didn't worry about her anymore. It wasn't until Thursday morning that your curiosity was finally sated. You forgot your lunch at home while fishing out to work one morning, so again you decided to stop by the campus cafe to grab a sandwich to eat later when you ran into two familiar faces. One was a woman with long black hair and pink eyes. The other was a tall man with white hair and red wine eyes. They were shuffling around the side of the register as people walked by.

Hey. Wasn't that-

"Kanae?" Your voice asked before the woman turned her head around with a blink followed by the white haired man. "Tengen?"

On cue he smiled. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the future Mrs. Himejima." He winked sending you a finger gun making you chuckle. "What's cooking good looking?~"

You couldn't help but giggle at him. "I forgot my lunch at home so I was just grabbing a sandwich for later. What are you guys doing here?"

"Entering that raffle. Tomorrow's the last day you can enter."

"Oh. Planning on getting that paint set you mentioned if you win?"

Tengen frowned shaking his head. "Actually it's for-" He paused looking back to Kanae and jabbing a thumb to you. "Actually it's ok to tell 'er right? Or is that stepping over a boundary?" She looked at him then at you.. before nodding. "Alrighty then." Red eyes looked back to you. "It's actually for Sanemi."

You blinked. "What?"

"Well if any of us win that is. No guarantee that any of us will." He waved a hand. "But the more of us that enter, the better chances there are of us actually getting it."

"Why does Sanemi need it?" You didn't think he was anymore broke than you were.

"It's not exactly for him really. It's so his mom can pay off that debt faster."

That's when it all clicked. The mentioning of Mrs. Shinazugawa struggling, Sanemi helping to take his brother to daycare, Gyomei's reluctance to talk about it- You almost didn't catch what Tengen said next with a distasteful bite to his voice.

"Ever since that asshole died, his family's been having nothing but a hard time."

"Let's not speak ill of the dead Uzui," Kanae lightly scolded him. "He's still Sanemi's father."

"Wasn't much of a father in the first place."

"Wait. His father passed away?" You went wide eyed at them when Kanae nodded.

"It was an accident. A hit and run driver ran him over when he was crossing the road at night-"

"Right as he was coming back from the casino." Kanae shot Tengen a scowl this time. "Oh come on, Kanae. Don't sugarcoat it. If we're gonna tell her might as well tell it how it is." He looked at you with a mad look. "The greedy rats ass was killed coming back all high strung from the casino. Good riddance I'd say but because his mom wasn't divorced yet from the deadbeat now she has to pay off his gambling debt! At least they didn't have to pay for the funeral."

You could only stare at him in shock. "That's awful. How much was it?"

"Seven thousand dollars." Tengen threw up his hands. "How do those debt collecting sharks expect her to just magically come up with that money?! She's already trying to raise like six other kids!"

"Seven thousand dollars?!"

That was a lot of money! If Mrs. Shinazugawa was already struggling then this would've put a lot of strain on her already.

"A thousand dollars ain't much but it'd be a thousand dollars she doesn't have to pay. ...*sigh* Anyways you said you wanted to get a sandwich?"

"Uh.. Y-Yeah. I was."

You made sure to be extra nice to Sanemi after that and play with Koto when he asked, despite the confused looks Sanemi still gave you. He wasn't ever mean to you and after finding out about his family situation you didn't have any reasons to be mean back. Soon Thursday and Friday turned into Saturday morning and you FINALLY got a day off to yourself to finish up some real work.

"Are you sure you don't want to come join us at the park? I heard there's going to be a vendor that sells delicious homemade ice cream."

You smiled one shoulder holding up your phone to your ear as you continued to write down on a piece of paper. "Sorry, Mei. I'd love to but I have to get this report done before Monday and I already planned on cleaning my house today. Maybe tomorrow."

"I understand completely. I'll swing by later today to make sure you're not overwhelming yourself."

You smiled. If there was one thing that you already loved about your boyfriend is was how understanding of you he was. "Alright. Have fun on your date with Giyuu and Shinobu. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun."

With that out of the way you were able to get your project mostly done. Mostly because of a second phone call you got right in the middle of trying to finish up your health class report. Which honestly did annoy you a little bit. You wanted to get this done TODAY and then get all of your household chores done TODAY so you could have TOMORROW off with your boyfriend! It continued to ring so with a sigh you dropped your pencil to pick it up and hold to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Y/n L/n?"

"Yes. Who is this?" You frowned but soon that frown disappeared and your eyes widened. "Shut up. You're kidding? Wha- No! I'm not busy! I can come over right now and pick it up! Where?" You stood up quickly nearly knocking over the papers on your table as you ran to grab your shoes. "Dean's office! Right! Are you sure this isn't a prank call?....Ok! Im on my way right now! Holy cow this is unbelievable! Yeah! I'll see you soon! Bye!"

You squealed in utter astonished happiness as you ran to go grab your shoes! What should you do first?! Pay off your car? Get that pet ferret you always wanted? Maybe take Gyomei out for a really fancy dinner? The possibilities were endless! You happily skipped out of your house and ran down the road towards the academy. Running and running and running...

But slowly your running slowed.

And the giddy smile turned to a thin line.

And you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

Staring at nothing in particular until you blinked and looking back to your house.

......

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

"Nemi, chill! You're gonna give yourself brain damage if you keep that up!"

Two small hands on his head stopped Sanemi in his pursuit of hitting his head against the table repeatedly. Only stopping so he didn't painfully smash Suma's fingers between his forehead and Tengen's table. Not like it'd do anyone good even if they stopped him.

"I just found out Genya and Hiroshi got a part time job to help my mom pay bills and Teiko started babysitting for money." His head lifted up to glare angrily at nothing. "HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM?! THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO WORRY ABOUT BEING KIDS NOT HAVING TO HELP MY MOM PAY BILLS!! NOW TEIKO IS STUCK TRYING TO WATCH THE OTHERS AND OTHER BRATS AT OUR HOUSE AND MY BROTHERS ARE FLIPPING BURGERS AT A WACKDONALDS!!"

He ended his rant by slamming his fists on the table and letting veins bunch up in anger. Most people would flinch but considering how used to his anger they were, his girlfriend and Suma only looked on in growing concern than actual fear.

"Honey, it's not going to be forever." Kanae attempted to soothe her boyfriend with a gentle hand softly rubbing his back. A small kiss pressing to his cheek. "They promised you it's only going to be until that big debt bill is paid off, and you guys already paid off a good portion of it."

That seemed to calm him down somewhat as he ate least unclenched his teeth and relaxed back a little bit. "I know. I just don't want them to get it in their heads that they have to work at an early age! They should be worried about school and getting good grades not paying bills... Maybe I should drop out and get a full time job."

"WHAT?! NEMI, NO!!" Sum hopped from one foot to the other. "You came so far! And you'll graduate after next year!"

"She's right! You only have a year and a half more then you'll graduate. Your mom wouldn't want you to quit."

"Maybe that's not what she wants.." Body deflated. Head hung. "But that might be what she needs."

There was silence as both women stared at him then at each other in lost. He couldn't just quit. He worked so hard to get to where he was at, already sacrificing lots of things. If he did this now..then he'll regret it later. But with his family struggling as it was how could they ask him to change his mind? They would've continued to sit there in silence if there wasn't a loud knock on the door that had them all look up. Again there was silence before the knocking came again but a bit louder. After exchanging looks, Suma eventually stop up and went to go answer the door. Pulling it open, blinking...and then beaming into a smile.

"Y/N! Oh my gosh! Hi! What are you doing here!?"

"Hi, Suma. Is Sanemi here?" Said white haired man perked up hearing his name. "Gyomei told me I could find him here."

"Yeah! You wanna come in?"

"Can't. I have to go pay some bills and finish cleaning my house. But can you give him this for me? It's really important he gets it."

"Sure! I'll do that right now!"

"Thanks! You're a life saver!"

They were surprised when Suma closed the door a moment later before turning and revealing a large manilla envelope in her hand.

"The hell is that?"

She shrugged. "No idea. Y/n said it's for you. OOH!! Maybe it's the recipe for that ohagi you liked! Y'know she ones she made that weekend."

"Tch. That'd be one good thing outta this dam day."

He mumbled under his breath as Suma walked over to him and he just bluntly took it from her. Giving a look at the front and back before just tearing off the top and peeking inside. In an instant his face went from bored and annoyed to cartoony shocked in one second. Both girls watched his expression change rapidly, looked at one another, before Kanae just reached over to pull the opening up more to look inside and VERY quickly gained the same shocked expression.

"Oh my," was all she managed to say.

"What is it?! Tell me!"

"Money."

"What?!" Suma quickly joined the two gasping out. "HOLY COW!! LOOK AT THE ZEROS ON THAT CHECK!!"

Sanemi continued to stare at the envelope blankly until Kanae pried it from his hands to peer inside with a raised brow. "There's a card in here too." Holding it up, narrowed pink eyes were able to read it. "It's a gift card of some sort."

"Hey. Wasn't this stuff like...the prizes for that raffle or something?"

Again there was silence as a realization of what exactly was sitting in Kanae's hands washed over them all...until a loud scraping of a chair caused both ladies to jump as Sanemi abruptly stood up and just..stared at the table. Silently stirring something around in his head before both hands landed with a loud thud sound on the table.

"Sanemi?" "Honey, are you ok?"

"I'll be damned...Kanae."

"Yes?"

"If Gyomei doesn't marry that woman we will."

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Thanksgiving had come early in the Tocchet household. Your father had extended an open invitation to the whole team. Who would take him up on the offer?

CW: alcohol use.

12 October 2024 | Thanksgiving

Last night had been your second Canucks broadcast, and apparently you had yet to wear your lucky charm that would allow the boys in blue to get a win in regulation. Vancouver had fallen to the visiting Flyers 3-2 in a shoot out, leaving them with a 0-0-2 start to the season. It definitely wasn't the outcome anyone had hoped for, but it was better than having numbers in the loss column. In a couple of days, the team -as well as yourself- would travel to Tampa, to take on the Lightning and hopefully finally net a two-point win.

Today, however, your family was celebrating Thanksgiving ahead of the calendar holiday. Your dad had extended an open invitation to the boys on the team to come over to the house for lunch. Some players had wives and girlfriends to spend the day with while others didn't, and he didn't want anyone to spend the day alone if they had the choice. You, of course, were headed over to your parents regardless, and you were running late.

Traffic had been a mess in the city, plus you had lost track of time putting together your dessert. Today felt like you were stuck chasing your own tail. Between your apartment and their house, your mother had texted you three times, but you opted not to respond to any of them. You'd get there when you got there.

Eventually, you rounded the last turn and there was nothing before you but their driveway. Their cars were parked in the garage -you assumed- but there was a silver Porsche SUV sitting where you were accustomed to parking. Assuming it was one of the boys', you'd pull up alongside it and put yours into park. From the back seat you'd grab the bakery box, and check your outfit in the reflection of your black-tinted windows. It wasn't a formal affair; just a simple lunch around the table with family and the team you reported for. Your over-sized hoodie -stolen from your older brother Trevor no less-, black leggings, slouchy socks, and high-top Vans would be sufficiently acceptable. Well, you hoped anyway.

Since it had decided not to rain today, you took your time getting to the front door, making sure you had a firm grip on the unreplaceable cheesecake that had made you late. You wouldn't bother ringing the doorbell as you knew the knob would be unlocked anyway.

Like a hawk on prey, your mother would be the first to comment on your arrival as she passed by the living room on her way back to the kitchen.

"Well, we wondered if you were going to show up! You know, I texted you like three times! Didn't you get them?"

You weren't even across the threshold of the door when she started her barrage of questioning. Standing there, box in hand, you waited for her to finish before you'd take another step.

"You had me worried, Y|N! It would have been nice if you would have responded!"

On your left, in the living room, your dad sat with his eyebrows raised in comedic surprise. The two of you would make eye contact as your mother rambled on in inaudible sentences from the kitchen.

"Well, she's on one, isn't she?" You said, eyes wide and shocked at what had happened. "A hello would have been nice."

"Hi, honey," he teased, cashing in on the opportune open door you had left for him. "Glad you made it."

In the unexpected barrage of motherly interrogation, you hadn't noticed Quinn sitting opposite your father until you fully entered the house.

"Oh! Hi, Quinn! I wondered who that was parked in my spot," you laughed before heading to the kitchen to take your chances with you mom. Your dad would give him a look to reassure him that you were just kidding with your comment.

Back in the kitchen, your mother was softly singing along to Whitney Houston when you opened the fridge, hoping for a cool place to store the cheesecake. She always had music playing while she cooked, and a lot of fond childhood memories always came flooding back when certain songs triggered them.

She turned around from where she stood in front of the stove, pointing at you with a wooden spoon, "Care to tell me why you ignored my messages?"

"Mom! Christ! I was driving. I was already on my way and I didn't want to fuss with the voice-to-text thing in my car! I'm only twenty minutes late and you're still cooking! It's fine!"

She scowled, "I don't like when you don't respond. It worries me."

"Everything worries you!"

"I'm your mom! Of course!" With a roll of her eyes, she'd get back to her pan while you made room amongst the shelves for the cake box. "What did you bring?"

"I baked a cheesecake. It's the biggest reason why I'm late. It wouldn't set then I needed it chilled enough to get it here."

She poked at you with the faintest hint of humour on her tone, "Maybe you should have gotten up earlier."

"Maybe I should have!" You mocked. "Do you need help with anything?"

Your mother shook her head, her back still to you from across the large room, "No, I've got it under control, but thanks."

You'd quickly exit her workspace and go see what your father and Quinn were discussing. Likely, it was hockey related, and you were intrigued to see if it was something you could jump into as well. Hockey had been your life since you could form a memory. For people who didn't know who you were, it was comical to see their reactions when you'd rattle off some sort of seasonal stat, milestone or player accomplishment that they weren't aware of. The best part was schooling over-confident men who felt women had no place in sports. Your father had raised you to take no shit, despite having a more soft-looking appearance.

"Did she run you out?" Your dad asked, seeing you emerge from the warzone he assumed was the kitchen. Quinn's back was facing you, but he'd turn his head to look at you, as you moved to take a seat next to your dad.

"Not exactly, no, but I didn't want to over stay my welcome."

He chuckled, giving your leg a quick tap, "Wise decision."

"I hope I'm not interrupting the boys club!"

Shaking his head, your dad reassured you everything was fine. "Not at all, just addressing some PK concerns, that have been--"

Abruptly, the sound of your mother's voice interrupted him, "Rick! Come here, would you, please?"

His sigh could be felt by everyone in the room.

"At least she said 'please'," you joked, pulling your legs up under you on the sofa, after removing your shoes. He didn't find it as amusing as you did, but dragged his feet to see what it was that your mother needed his help with. With your dad gone, that now left you alone with Quinn.

He was quiet, but when was he not, aside from on the ice, maybe? The awkwardness was getting heavy, "Thanks again, for that puck, Quinn. I have it in my office now."

It didn't seem like he was expecting to be spoken to until your dad returned. His eyes flicked up to meet yours so it didn't come off like he was ignoring you, "Oh, yeah-- no problem. It was a big day so it just felt like the right thing to do."

His smile tugged at the left corner of his mouth slightly and his eyes didn't linger long -- almost like the other night when the two of you had had your first in-game interview. It surprised you to find a hockey player so quiet and almost bashful. Honestly, you found it refreshing compared to many of the others you had been in contact with in the past. It was still hard to decide if Quinn really cared for conversation of any kind -- aside from hockey strategy, of course.

"How'd you get suckered into Tocchet Family dinner?"

"I, uh--." Quinn looked back at you, then back to his knees. "Coach just said if anyone wanted to come over we were welcome to. I think some of the guys were getting together also, but I had some stuff I wanted to talk to him about."

"Always business, huh?" You replied smiling, hoping he didn't take that the wrong way.

Quinn just shrugged, eyes still unable to remain on your face for long.

Before he could reply -if he was even planning on it- your dad returned from your mother's beckoning. He looked stressed, or at least the same expression he always wore standing behind the bench, which you assumed was stress or frustration. He wasn't a man of many expressions.

"Oh, that didn't take long," you replied, shifting your gaze from Quinn back to him. "Looks like you made it out in one piece."

He laughed softly, "Barely. Did I miss anything?"

- - -

Your mother had called upon you one more time, pulling you away from the mini Canucks team meeting going on in the living room. While you helped her transfer things to more manageable bowls, she decided to break the silence that had fallen over the kitchen, "You know, Quinn's pretty cute, Y|N. Your father really seems to like him. You know, maybe you should get to know him a little more?"

"Good lord, mom!"

She stopped what she was doing to look at you, "Good lord, what? Don't you think he is? I think you two would look pretty cute together."

"You think I'd look cute with anyone!" You replied, rolling your eyes. You couldn't believe you were having this conversation - especially not with said person being just beyond the next wall! "And I don't want to talk about him when he's in the damn house!" You hissed the last part of your sentence, knowing you'd be mortified if Quinn happened to walk in the kitchen for whatever reason during the topic being on him and how attractive you found him.

"Well, I like to think I have good taste, and I think he's cute."

"Who's cute?" Asked your dad as he stood in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room. You nearly jumped hearing him interject without warning! Looking over your shoulder at him, you noticed Quinn lingering just behind your dad's six-foot-tall frame. Had he heard what your mother was talking about? For the sake of your nerves, you sincerely hoped not!

"No one's cute!" You blurted out abruptly, your cheeks flushing with hot heat.

"Someone she met at work," you mother interjected as your dad raised his eyebrows in confusion at the back and forth.

His tone was inquisitive, like he wanted to know more but wasn't sure if he wanted to ask, "Really?"

"You know what?" You said as an interruption, "I just remembered I have a bottle of wine in the car! You guys are driving to drink! Excuse me!"

You'd squeeze past your dad and Quinn, and hurry through the house until you were on the other side of the front door. What had just happened? One second you were trying to help your mom, and the next she had set in motion a series of events that had you sweating and your heart racing. Sure, Quinn was cute, but that didn't mean she had to announce it like she was reading from your childhood diary who you had some sort of crush on!

Knowing you couldn't just hide out in the driveway forever, you'd retrieve the bottle and return to the house. You were feeling like an idiot, for the scene you felt you had caused in your dramatic stage-left exit, but she had put the spotlight on you for no reason! Once you got back in the house, you saw Quinn on his phone, sitting in your childhood seat at the dining table, and it made you smile. You'd have to internally yell at yourself to stop it, since he was the reason you had run away in the first place! However, there was some suspicion that he had been told to sit there. Quinn would watch you walk by, his ears eavesdropping the conversation that followed.

"Your face is still red, pumpkin," announced your dad, when you slipped back into the kitchen. His low chuckle netted him quite the side-eye from you in return.

"Ha. Ha."

"So, who's this mystery guy you met," he pushed, as you struggled to remove the cork while being hounded. "I might have to have a talk with him."

"Dad!" You barked, about to completely lose your shit. A nervous laugh would follow your inability to form structured sentences, as you took the bottle, corkscrew, and glass with you to the dining room. You had somehow half-forgotten Quinn was sitting in there and he seemed fully aware of the topic of conversation.

The two of you had a brief second of eye-contact, before he shied away from getting involved.

"They didn't tell you to tease me, too, did they?" You asked him, following the throaty pop from the cork leaving the bottle. The way he looked up at you, made you blush a second time and you couldn't help it. Naturally, this would be the time he'd stay looking at you for more than a second -- and you knew your cheeks were crimson.

"Kinda, yeah," he smiled, looking back at the phone in his lap.

You'd fill the glass up beyond the recommended level; this wine didn't need to "breathe". If sticking a straw down in the bottle was acceptable, you would have done so! From the kitchen, your parents were looking at you, having another moment at your expense. You knew your mother had told your dad it was Quinn they were talking about -if he hadn't figured it out on his own- and you just prayed she hadn't let slip to him what was going on.

"Everyone is this family is a comedian, I swear," you remarked, sitting opposite Quinn. At this point, you didn't care that he was just a couple feet away; all that mattered was getting a buzz as soon as possible.

"Just imagine if Trevor was here," added your dad, hearing your comment.

Sighing, you'd get lost in your glass, "I'd probably be halfway home -or drunk- at this point!"

- - -

The conversations during lunch had gotten completely out of control, and all of them at your expense -- again! Your parents had taken to telling old stories about you, of lining up all of your stuffed animals and interviewing them with a hairbrush as a microphone, plus the one time you had confessed that you were determined to marry Henrik Lunqvist at the age of ten. All of them had made Quinn grin and laugh more than once. As he sat across from you, you couldn't help but notice each time it happened, and each time it did, you'd take another sip of wine. You'd be halfway through the bottle before dessert.

Things were slowing down around you, the room felt fuzzy, and the pain of being teased stopped stinging so much. Not to mention, you'd stare longer at Quinn than sober you would have been caught doing. The way his hair caught the light, the way it moved, was unreal. His sage-green eyes, and thick lashes were so unfair, and the slight scruff and the way he smiled had your heart beating in your ears. He'd catch you looking, as he laughed at your father remarking about something silly you had done at a game, yet you just smiled at him, later snorting out of delayed embarrassment.

"She's always had a thing for hockey players, namely goalies" your mom said, the one bit of conversation you'd clue into through your tipsy state of being.

"Pffft--," you chirped, knowing she had a point. "I know how to pick 'em, let me tell you!"

Your mom said something in reference to you struggling to find someone to put up with you, but you didn't hear that. What you did hear had you wanting to hide beneath the table afterwards.

"You two should go to dinner sometime, Quinn! You check all of her boxes, you know, aside from the goalie thing~"

"Oh, my god-- mom!"

Your dad would chime in, nearly choking on his drink as well, "No, no, absolutely not! There will be no dating any of my players!"

"Dad!" Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose in disbelief.

Quinn, stuck in the middle along with you, found himself beat red and on the spot. He was struggling to find anything to say. The afternoon was spiraling -- fast!

"Conversation change, now, please!" You begged, desperate to melt through the floor. "Quinn, I'm so-- so sorry."

He looked down as he giggled, his shoulders rising and falling with each rapid laugh.

"You both...are horrible," you said to both of your parents, sitting on opposite sides of you. Your mom was smiling from ear-to-ear, but you weren't finding anything funny about the current situation.

Not only had you been thrown under the bus by your mom, having tried to set you up with Quinn, but had she forgotten you had to work around him? Every time he saw you, he was going to remember you, toasted at half past one on a Saturday, blushing at the mention of his name. Maybe you could drink enough you'd forget he knew anything about it...

- - -

It would be after two when your parents began clearing the table. Quinn and yourself remained where you had been, and you were still feeling the effects of the wine. You were beyond the point of really caring about anything, namely how you were coming off to him, as likely enough had been said about you to humiliate you for a lifetime. His cheeks were still tinged pink the last time you both had caught each other's gaze. Even drunk you couldn't ignore how cute he was.

"Don't you dare...hold...any of this against me, Quinn Hughes! Don't...you dare!" You snorted as you laughed, playfully threatening him knowing he had heaps of ammunition against you to share with anyone within the organization.

"I won't," he softly promised, giving you a smirk from across the table, like he had numerous times in the last hour. His eyes dashed from your face to the table and back; his smile conveying he was thinking more but not saying just what it was. What a great first impression you were making for yourself, outside the workplace... You'd have three days before having to see Quinn again, but even you knew everything was going to still be fresh in his mind. Any chance you may have thought you had with the captain were gone, along with the wine in the bottle in front of you. The one thing you were thankful for most was the fact that your brother wasn't there.

"Are you okay?" He'd ask you, as you covered your face with your hands, elbows on the table to hold yourself up. He couldn't discern if you were crying or laughing, which had prompted his question in the first place.

Shaking your head before you answered, you swallowed hard trying to find your words, "Oh...I'm just...wonderful! I can't wait for this to be brought up for years to come."

Eventually, he'd realize you were indeed laughing which gave him some relief, hoping he hadn't done anything to make you feel worse than you already were. If only he knew that him just being there was the problem.

"I'm sorry," you said, looking at him through your parted fingers. The high of being intoxicated was crashing like waves around you. The self-realization of how much of a fool you were was becoming painfully evident. Quinn, however, just continued to smile at you. It wasn't in a devious way; like he was filing away useful blackmail information, but more like he was genuinely enjoying himself and the fact that he had decided to come over.

"Oh, you're fine," he chuckled. "I'm kind of jealous that you're having all the fun."

"There's a guestroom upstairs you can share with me..."

No sooner had the words left your mouth did your whole body feel like it was consumed with fever. Obviously you weren't sobering up quite enough to keep your mouth shut when it came to your thoughts about Quinn. His reaction to your statement had him looking down again. It almost seemed like he was more embarrassed than you were!

"Oh wow...I just...I just said that -- out loud! I'm sorry!"

Still, he laughed, shaking off your unnecessary apology. "You're okay."

"She in here bothering you?" Your father asked, returning to gather up more plates. You had your forehead on the table by now, your arms covering your head like it was going to shield you from any further conversational blunders. "Try not to think about this the next time she has to interview you before another game."

"Dad! Please don't say that!" Your voice was muffled as you spoke into the table. You couldn't see the smirk nor the wink he had given Quinn, which was probably for the best given how much you were struggling already. If only you could easily get under the table...

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Quinn asked, as your father continued to take things back to the kitchen. He felt guilty -guest or not- just sitting there while everyone worked around him.

Your father would pause in the doorway, his eyes falling on your slumped frame, and he'd laugh looking back at Quinn, like he had picked the perfect time to ask that question. "Just babysit that princess across from you. Make sure she doesn't fall out of her chair to hide under the table."

A dampened huff could slightly be heard from you at his comment. You felt alright; felt in control enough to get up and go hide in your room but for some reason you remained planted in the chair.

"You guys suck," you forced a laugh, making yourself to sit back up after the room spinning began to affect you. "Why is everyone picking on me?"

Looking at Quinn first he seemed like a deer in the headlights. He just blinked at you, mouth slightly open like he wanted to speak but nothing came out. You'd watch him get up from the table and say something quietly to your father while you pouted. You were really regretting bringing that wine.

When Quinn returned to you, he sat down a tall glass of water in front of you and whisked away the near-empty bottle and drained wine glass. You didn't even care that he took it, if only someone had done that after your first glass you likely wouldn't be feeling like such an idiot.

"I'm sorry," you apologized again, catching sight of his face when he came back to the dining room.

Quinn didn't say anything at first, just did his sheepish half-smile, "Do you need anything?"

"A nap."

"Do you want to lay down?"

You nodded, bringing the glass Quinn had brought you to your lips. It was cold from the amount of ice, but it was a lovely pallet cleanser from the bitterness of the wine still lingering on your tongue. Your parents were still busy in the kitchen, clearing off plates and loading the dishwasher. They wouldn't notice Quinn moving back around the table to see if you needed any help getting to your feet. He thought you seemed okay, but he stayed close to you all the same.

The trip up the stairs was more of a challenge. You had a hold of the handrail while Quinn kept a hand gently against the middle of your back, prepared to catch you should you stumble. Though everything was still fuzzy, you zeroed in that he was touching you, and that he was so delicate in doing so. Even as he pulled back the blankets for you, he never rushed you or made you feel shameful for anything. It was like he had all of the time in the world for you.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" He'd ask, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders as you laid on your side, facing him and the door. His voice was low, like you were already asleep.

"Forget this...ever happened?"

Quinn grinned, "You've not done anything wrong. It's okay to have a little fun."

Pulling the blanket up past your nose, your exposed eyes would remain on him as he looked over you. How could he be standing there like this wasn't the funniest thing he had ever seen? That's when it hit you, that everything he had said had been his truth. He didn't care that you were a little past tipsy; he had been in your position a time or two in his life, surely. You had to realize that he was sincere in what he said, and that it wasn't veiling a hidden agenda. You were so coded to assume all men were the same, given how those in your past had all used the same playbook. Quinn, simply, was different.

"I promise you, I won't say anything to anyone," he added.

You mumbled beneath the blanket, "Promise?"

He nod with one last soft smile. The day was turning into a fever dream. You were drunk by early afternoon, shared a family meal with Quinn like you had brought him over to meet your parents, he had tucked you into bed after helping you upstairs so you didn't fall, now he was making promises to you in the privacy of an upstairs bedroom. None of these things had even crossed your mind in the deepest of daydreams, yet here you were.

"Would you like me to bring you that water?"

"I'm full of enough liquid...thank you."

He chuckled, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants. The way he was standing there, you thought he felt awkward about still being there.

"Be careful going home, Quinn."

"I will. Are you staying here?"

"Mhm," you replied, eyes falling closed against the warmth of the blankets over your body. "I'll see you...Tuesday."

"See you, Tuesday."

You didn't hear him leave. It was possible that you were already asleep before he even left the room.

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s10127470 · 7 months ago

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Danny Phantom vs. Hazbin Hotel: Afterlife Designs

Happy Halloween folks!

This is my first time doing a special post for a holiday.

And for today, I wanted to have this discussion about a topic I had with some friends.

Specifically about two animated shows that both focus on an afterlife.

A poorly-defined and explained afterlife.....

Those two shows are none other than Danny Phantom and Hazbin Hotel.

However, one is able to get more across about that afterlife simply through its character design, while the other doesn't.

And if you haven't guessed already, it's the former.

But before we discuss how DP is able to get across more about its world simply through its character design (along with just having far better ones than Hazbin), first we need to talk about why both these shows have poorly-defined afterlives.

Danny Phantom’s was the result of conflicting visions.

Those being between the show’s infamous creator Butch Hartman, and its main producer and developer Steve Marmel.

Butch wanted the series to be relatively episodic and comedic, while Steve wanted it to be a little more darker and put more emphasis on story and world-building.

This resulted in Steve, along with most of the Season 1 and 2 crew, to leave the show.

There’s also the fact that Nickelodeon didn’t want them to mention the obvious, hence why despite the show being about ghosts, there was hardly ever any mentions of death in general.

And this wouldn’t be the last time they’ve done something like this.

Fellow Nicktoon, Avatar: The Last Airbender, famously killed off the character Jet, who was a one-off character in Book One before becoming a major character in Book Two.

When making his death scene in the episode “Lake Laogai”, Nickelodeon wanted the crew to make this scene more ambiguous.

Which the crew themselves would go on make fun of in the penultimate episode of the series, “The Ember Island Players”.

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In the case of Hazbin Hotel, this can be all blamed on VivziePop.

Viz is famous for not exactly being that good at storytelling.

And this is especially the case when it comes to world-building.

She has a bad habit of revealing major details about the world in her chats and streams, and then never bothering to actually implement them into the show.

And when she eventually does implement those details (whenever that'll be), who knows if she'll even keep those details intact.

But with that out of the way, let's talk about the actual character designs.

Color Scheme:

Color schemes are crucial for character design because they directly influence how viewers perceive a character, conveying their personality, mood, and even their role in a story.

The ghosts of Danny Phantom and the sinners of Hazbin Hotel have a primary color: Green and red.

Largely thanks to the realms they inhabit: The Ghost Zone and Hell.

The sinners of Hazbin have been heavily criticized for their heavy use of red in their designs, and the fact that it's prevalent with many of the characters, can make looking at them a bit tiresome.

But the ghosts don't have that problem....

While their primary color is green, if you notice, the amount of green each ghosts has tends to vary.

Some have green eyes like Penelope Spectra, Ember McClain, The Fright Knight, Johnny 13, Walker and even the titular Danny himself.

Some have green hair like Kitty.

Some have green eyes and hair like Skulker and Youngblood.

Or in the case of The Dragon Ghost, scales.

Some have green skin like The Lunch Lady and Technus.

Hell, some don't even have any green like Vlad Plasmius, Sidney Poindexter and The Box Ghost.

Ghosts also have other colors to help balance out of the green.

Skulker for example is primarily made up of gray and black, with a little bit of blue and the aforementioned green.

Another thing that makes the green works is that it's shown to be part of the ghosts' physiology.

While you could argue that this applies to the sinners as well, since they have red in their eyes and hair, but look at these background characters.

There's hardly any red on them.

So this only really applies to the main ones.

(And also yes, just like everyone else, I do agree these guys have far better designs than the main cast).

Body Types:

If you know Viv, you'd know that one of her biggest criticism is her lack of body diversity.

Her characters are infamous for being INSANELY skinny.

Sure you'll get some characters like Adam, Verosika Mayday and Vortex, but they're the expectations.

Actually now I think about it, I think Helluva Boss has more diversity in body types present.

Most of the secondary characters and even I.M.P. themselves have differing body types from each other.

But the ghosts....

Actually, scratch that....

EVERYONE in Danny Phantom have unique and differing body types from each other.

The Danny Phantom characters would definitely pass The Silhouette Test.

The Hazbin characters would barely pass.

Outfits:

A character's outfit can really go a long way.

As it can tell you what a character is like by just looking at them.

Each of the main ghosts get this down right.

Even if you haven't watched Danny Phantom, one glance at each of these guys have already tell you what their deal is.

Skulker is a high-tech hunter.

Sidney Poindexter is a nerd.

Ember is a rockstar.

Johnny is a biker.

Technus is a technological genius.

Desiree is a genie.

Walker is a prison warden.

And The Box Ghost is a total loser.

But if someone who hadn't watched Hazbin Hotel looked at the characters, I'd highly doubt they would be able to get a read on what their deal is.

Maybe except for Charlie and Husk.

There's also the fact that a good chunk of the main cast causally wear formal attire.

Which doesn't make them stand out from each other that much.

Some of the ghosts' attire also give hints to when they lived/died.

Desiree lived during The Ottoman Empire.

The Dragon Ghost lived during The Middle Ages.

The Lunch Lady and Sidney lived during the 1950s.

Johnny and Kitty lived during the 1970s.

And Ember lived during the late-1990s/early-2000s.

The sinners unfortunately lack that.

They don't really have anything that would hint or allude when and where they lived or died.

Physical Traits, Powers and Biology:

One small but strong detail that really makes and breaks the ghosts and sinners are their physical appearances.

While this does get a little muddled for Danny Phantom come Season 2, there is a pretty solid explanation for it.

Throughout Season 1, the major ghosts we're introduced to were either humanoid or animalistic in their physical appearances.

This was a small but subtle detail to imply that the ghosts were, well, the spirits of humans and animals that were once among the living.

However, everything changed with the introduction of Clockwork, the master of all time.

This was quite strange, since he was a ghost.

This only got stranger with the introductions of ghosts like Frostbite and Undergrowth, who despite being ghosts, were notably more monstrous than the ones introduced in Season 1.

However, I think having ghosts there are just monsters or Eldritch-like entities is actually pretty cool.

It really helps makes The Ghost Zone feel like it's own universe and not have it completely be connected to Earth.

Plus, this was actually kinda intended from the beginning.

In the pitch bible for Danny Phantom, The Ghost Zone (originally called The Unreal and eventually Ghost World) was not only suppose to be an afterlife, but also a realm of fantasy, being home to monsters, Eldritch beings, and even mythological creatures.

It seems that for Season 3, Butch decided to go back to that concept.

Mostly like to continue avoiding having to state the obvious.

And given that he would go on record years later to say that ALL of the ghosts of The Ghost Zone were just monsters, I can believe that.

The best showcase of this is in the episode, "Boxed-Up Fury".

In that episode, Danny seeks the help of the actual mythical Pandora, who had her legendary box stolen by Box Ghost, who used it so that could FINALLY be taken seriously by everyone.

Along the way, he faces off against a wide array of monsters from Greek mythology.

These included a hydra, a gorgon, a centaur, a minotaur, and a cyclops.

I think the reason why people took a problem with many of the new ghosts was because the show itself never really explained which ghosts were the souls of the dead and which ghosts were just monsters.

As for the sinners, they're explicit said to be a sub-species of demons that were once humans but died and were sent to Hell.

But with that being considered.....would you be able to see that by just looking at them?

Due to how monstrous and animalistic they look, it's hard to see the sinners as being the living embodiments of once-living humans.

Made even worse with the fact that none of them have any canon backstories to possibly explain their appearances.

Or at least any that have been shown IN THE ACTUAL SHOW.

I know Danny Phantom has a similar problem, but remember, they were being restricted by a creator and a network that were too cowardly to address the damn obvious.

What's Hazbin's excuse?

Hell (heh heh), the sinners could've just easily been regular demons and it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Another thing to note about the ghosts and sinners are their biology.

The ghosts are able to fly, turn invisible, become intangible, immortality, and possess superhuman physicality.

Plus most of them to possess some kind of special ability.

Like Skulker and his ecto-skeleton with a variety of weapons, Desiree and her wish granting, and Johnny 13 and his Shadow that causes bad luck.

The sinners are......kinda lacking in this regard.

They have special abilities (albeit not as flashy or impressive as the ghosts), a few have the ability to transform into larger and stronger forms, and have animalistic tendencies.

And while we're on the topic of biology, we need to address the demon elephant in the room.....

As I just mentioned earlier, the ghosts are immortal, since they're dead.

And with the fact that the sinners are the souls of the dead, you would think they would be immortal too.

But if you've watched the show, then you'd know that isn't the case at all.

Although sinners can't age (dead and all), they can be killed via the use of the angelic weapons.

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Who thought this was a good idea?

Just like Mantis said, this makes no sense!

Plus it's totally redundant with the fact that the sinners are already DEAD!

I know some people are gonna bring up Coco, which had The Final Death.

But there, it made sense.

Those living in The Land of the Dead would fade into oblivion after getting forgotten by everyone in the human world.

But in Hazbin, what's their excuse?!

And don't even get me started on how Sir Pentious dies and ends up going to Heaven.....

Also before we move on, I did wanted to bring up a few cool things about the biology of the ghosts.

In the TV movie, "The Ultimate Enemy", we find out that....

-Although ghosts can't die, they can still age, albeit slower than humans.

-Even though they can't die, ghosts can still be badly injured. As we see with Future Ember (who had her vocal chords destroyed) and Johnny (who became a paraplegic).

-Ghosts can even reproduce, with the reveal of Box Lunch, the daughter of The Lunch Lady and The Box Ghost.

As for the sinners.....

They can't age, but they can still die (once again, makes no sense).

And as far as we know, they can't reproduce.....

Which is for the better because the last thing I need to see is Angel Dust being able to have kids.

Anyway, that's all I have for now.

I wanted to do something special for Halloween.

Let me know what you guys think about this post.

And also, let me know if there's anything I missed, because I feel like I missed something in this post.

But until next time.....

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 years ago

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Sergei pt.2

Part one | Kraven x Reader

Your bestie finds out about your big cat man boyfriend.

Ever since you met the man who came to kill you, your ability to care better for yourself had finally shown itself. In the form of Sergei sending you money and giftcards to expensive boutiques in your neighborhood.

His visits had been sparse with your home being in Spiderman's main area and he couldn't just drive up to your place and parade himself around without being spotted.

He still visited, taking a different car each time, checking any and all social media pages so he could steer clear of his location.

You loved his visits. Every time he’d show up with treats and toys for the cats. Usually he’d call you to ask what you wanted for lunch or dinner and let you know when he’d arrive. At first he would never stay the night, afraid of being found and putting you in danger but this morning you had woken up on your couch, tangled in Sergei’s limbs as the sunlight shone through the windows.

Right now you were sitting around your coffee table again. You had done a quick breakfast run to the bakery across the street and when you returned Sergei had already brewed a fresh pot of coffee. One of the first things he had bought you was a stupidly expensive coffeemaker and a large box of supplies to easily make your beloved expensive drinks at home whenever you wanted, as soon as he learned that was where most of your leftover money went towards.

He had also bought you this huge, squishy lion plush that went everywhere around the apartment with you and was currently back to living on the couch behind you, after spending the night on the table you currently sat at.

“For when I’m not around.” He had said when you video called him. He had left you the instructions to either send him a video or call him whenever you’d get a git from him so he could see your reaction even when he wasn’t with you.

The two of you happily enjoyed breakfast together and cleaned up before refilling all he cats’ food and water bowls. You worked well around each other and planned your day while you both did your things and had decided to just stay here and do nothing, hang out on the couch with some snacks and TV. It was good for Sergei to unwind and not think about life for once, and having you with him worked as a great distraction. Such a great distraction, that halfway into the second episode of your show he had half laid down against the armrest of the couch, one leg up against the backrest and one hanging off the seat, with you sprawled over him like a ragdoll, but still holding Kraven the lion. With one hand he was rubbing lazy circles on your back while the other rested on the stuffed lion’s head, fingers playing with its mane. You were lying if you’d say you knew what the last thing said on the show was, as you were way too distracted by how beautiful Sergei looked with the sunlight casting a glow around his curls and making his eyes look almost like a glowing orange.

He caught you staring a while ago but decided to ignore it until now when he peeked down at you, looking you straight in the eyes. He let out a breathy laugh and without a warning hoisted you up so he could properly sit you down on top of him, Kraven still held close to your chest. Sergei looked up at you, down to the stuffed lion and back to you again. You took the hint and leaned over, your chest an inch away from his face as you went to place the lion on the chair next to you. When you moved back you were pulled against him, a pair of strong arms around you and soft lips on yours. You hummed as one of his hands went to the small of your back and the other played with your hair. Yours had found his curls almost immediately, tugging at them and deepening your kiss.

A squeeze to your side made you jump and break the kiss, sitting up, your hips right on his. Taking one look at each other you both laughed. He apologized for accidentally tickling you a you leaned back on his legs that were hanging off the armrest of the small couch he barely fit on like this. He put his hands behind his head with a stupidly handsome smirk on his face, looking at you like he was trying to say ‘I know you’re enjoying the view.’ And yeah, you were enjoying it for sure. You placed your hands on his chest, shamelessly squeezing like he would do to you whenever he’d walk up to you from behind. He returns the gesture before grabbing your hips and grinding you down on him, letting out a satisfying growl.

You were staring down at him with a soft smile, the show on TV turned into low, barely there background noise. “what are you thinking about, my little rabbit?” He had quirked up one brow and returned your smile with a half one.

With a blush you look away, feeling almost embarrassed to admit. “I’m just happy.” Your hand moved to rest on his cheek. “Haven’t felt that in a long time, until you showed up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you clear as day, placing a hand on your cheek and guiding you down towards him and pull you into a kiss.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first, slowly getting more intimate as his hands started grasping at any part of you that he could reach. You could feel the growl rumbling in his chest as he held you close to him. Your hands found his hair and gave it a good pull with both hands causing him to groan into the kiss, parting his lips for you to slip your tongue past them.

Things had gotten intimate with Sergei before, but this felt different. The way he held you close and the intensity of the kisses. It sounded stupid in your head but you wanted more. Your sighs and moans only spurred each other on more, one of his large hands on the small of your back, holding you against him as he kept grinding up into you making you think he was hoping to do more than make out today.

Your intimate moment was cut short when your front door was opened without any warning, your best friend standing in your living room out of the blue. You both shot up at the sudden intrusion, you staring at your friend, Sergei staring at you in shock and your friend looking between the two of you and dropping whatever she held in panic.

“What the hell?” She had backed up against your door, hand fumbling to find the doorknob and failing as she did not dare to look away, afraid the man in front of her would attack.

You had crawled off Sergei’s lap while he sat up as well, giving you a look asking what the plan was. You looked back at her, one hand had found her phone. “What are you doing?” On her phone was the app you had gotten for emergencies, broadcasting your location in case you needed saving. “Please don’t press that button,” the look on your face must have said enough as her thumb moved away from the screen, holding her hand up to show you.

By now Sergei had gotten off the couch and walked over to the dropped papers now all over your floor. He gathered them up to give them a quick look but stopped as he realized what he was holding. He picked them all up and rose again, standing only a foot away from your now terrified friend.

“Why do you have this?” He clutched the files in his hand, holding them up to her face as he snarled. He turned back to you now. “Why does your friend have detailed files on me?” He stepped over to you.. “Do you have these as well?” He drops the papers in your lap for you to look at. You rifle through them, taking in the images that are clearly security cam footage screen grabs. Timeframes included tell you these are from his visits. So he had been spotted, even with how careful he had been. You had talked about what to do if something like this ever happened, but you never really got to a proper answer. Your only options were either killing or leaving and you didn't want to do either, you loved this area and there was no way you’d let him kill your friends. With tears in your eyes you looked back to your friend, still standing frozen at your door. “Can you please talk?”

Your sudden change had Sergei shift his focus back you caring for you rather than eliminating the threat that was your friend who now knew who he was and had seen him with you. He leaned against the couch’s backrest and turned to listen to your friend’s explanation.

She sighed and looked down at her feet, starting her story.

What you had expected was true, Spidey had spotted Sergei in town on multiple occasions, but didn’t have any evidence of him actively hunting someone so he found there was no reason to engage for now but he did feel like he had to warn his close ones in case he was planning something. Clearly he didn’t know of the original reason he came here that first time, otherwise a fight would have happened already. Luckily he threw that plan out the window when his first target turned out to be, well, you.

“So, yeah.” She sighed, nervously looking between the two of you and praying her words were good enough to not end up beheaded and put on a wall like a hunting trophy.

When she was with Spidey he had given her the papers and they talked about the dangers of them spending time together as there were, according to him, always enemies watching.

“What were you doing with him then, anyways?” You interrupted her continuation with a suspicious look. A blush crept up her face as she stumbled over her words. “We.. we’re friends,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “Friends can hang out.”

You rolled your eyes at her, immediately reading through her lies. “yeah, of course you were hanging out just to talk about the dangers of hanging out.” You gestured grandly as you spoke. “He could have emailed us those files, but h went through the effort of having them printed so you had an excuse to see each other, i get it.” you shrugged back at her. “I don’t care that you guys are fucking but I wear if you tell him about any of this,” You wave your finger between you and Sergei, who had just been standing there, watching how you were going to handle this whole thing. “I will send him to go put your head on Spidey’s wall.” It was clear it wasn’t an empty threat, but she also knew that if you both agreed to keep your partners’ names out of your mouths like true friends would, there would’t be a single problem. So that’s what you did.

Her very chaotic visit ended with you all making an agreement and rehearsing her ‘I gave her the files, she said she’d be careful. Your app is still on her home screen.” speech before heading back home.

#sometimes i write #kraven the hunter #sergei kravinoff #kraven x reader #kraven imagine #sergei kravinoff x reader #kraven the hunter x reader #atj #aaron taylor johnson

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soupandsauce · 1 year ago

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OCD with Finn Hudson

Finn Hudson x Female Reader

I got back into my teenage obsession with Glee ever since I found out it's on Hulu and so I will now be writing for Glee characters! Requests are super welcome!

Summary: How Finn helps and supports you during your OCD episodes

This is mainly for my own comfort as I am really struggling with my OCD now.

Having contamination OCD is a debilitating disability. Not to mention suffering through it during high school. Your first week was comforting once you met with the counselor, Miss Pillsbury who also struggles with all things germs. She encouraged you to dive into a club to try and socialize with people. Thats what a club is after all, a group of people coming together for a period to support one another.

So you did, or rather, you ignored her idea until someone very handsome came up to you during a rather germs time.

it was lunch, and you were sitting alone in an empty classroom far away from the floating particles of the high school cafeteria. You sat down with a sigh as you opened up your bento box full of healthy and colorful food. after sanitizing your dried out hands, you started to eat. A few laughs and voices occasionally decorating the silence as students walked the halls.

One of those students was Finn Hudson, the quarterback for McKinley high as well as one of the guys known to be in glee club. He was rather tall, couldn't be shorter than six foot four and had soft brown hair. You had seen him in passing as you walked in the halls in between classes. he always had a smile on his face and seemed to be a very gentle and friendly person despite his popular status.

Finn saw you as you ate alone in the classroom. He saw how you were wiping off your fruits and the way that the table underneath you was still partially wet from what must have been a lysol wipe. It reminded him of Miss Pillsbury and how she struggles with OCD. He smiled at your cute frame, no taller than five foot two. He wanted to say hello but for some reason, he felt himself get nervous. As if your beauty enthralled him.

But before he could look away, you looked up from your lunch to see him. He tried to act normal.

"Why are you eating alone? We'd love to meet you." he says as he walks inside the classroom.

"Oh, um, Hi." I say as I blush softly, still stiff.

"Hi." he says softly as he walks over to the table you're at and sits down across from you. So he is incredibly kind.

"I'm Finn." he says "You're new right?"

I swallow a bite of food.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N" you say.

he smiles

"So why are you all alone in here?" he asks again.

You swallow again out of nervousness, you might as well be honest.

"Oh, I have a germ problem." You start

Finn's face softens even further if that's even possible as he listens.

"I'm guessing you've met the counselor?" He says with a cute smile

"You two have a lot in common."

You smile softly and blush again

"Yeah, she's encouraged me to join a club. She says it might help." You say.

Then, Finn smiles. again like he has an idea.

"Do you like music?" He asks

"Yeahhh?" you say, drawing your word out as if you know he's up to something.

Finn giggles a little before saying, "Join glee club! Or just stop by today after school to see what it's like. I'll be there." he says.

You smile softly and blush again.

"Okay" You whisper.

after school, you pack up your bag and put some hand sanitizer onto your hands, grimacing slightly as you see how dry your hands are becoming from the over use. As you stand at your locker, you see Finn walking the hall too and he gives you a smile and a wave. You smile back and wave as well before you turn back around to your locker.

Then, from behind you, a couple of football players are snickering as they both hold slashes in their hands and walk towards you. Finn watches and his usual smile quickly drops into a look of dread and worry. Finn quickly runs over to you and you turn around to see Finn, as well as these two football players all coming towards you, you flinch as they all three get so close, worried that they will touch you.

"Hey new girl, welcome to McKinley." One of the football players says with a smirk on his face as if he's up to no good.

"Don'y even think about it, dude." Finn says.

"Says you, you faggot. Everyone knows that Glee club members are all losers. She associates with you, so therefore, she's a loser too. And you know what losers get." The football guys says as he throws the contents of the slushy into the air towards you.

"No! Stop!" Finn says as he tries to block it, but he's too late. The cold, wet, and sticky slushy splashes all over your face, hair, clothes, and skin and you gasp so loud that Finn think it's a scream.

"Finn looks furious as the two guys who walk away with a strut. And for a moment, you think that Finn is going to run after them and punch em, but instead, Finn turns back to you with a terribly sorry look on his face.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry... I tried to stop them... I know you..." But he can't even finish his sentence before you start breaking down into a panic as you feel the blue slush all over you, CONTAMINATING you.

Finn watches in fear as you shrivel to the ground in a ball and cry as you hyperventilate and panic, unable to move.

"Here" Finn says as he takes you gently by the shoulders and walks you away from the large, watching crowd and into the empty football locker room.

"I-I-its- I..." You try to speak, not only about what just happened, but the fact that the locker room only worsens your situation due to the sporty, sweaty smell.

Finn is quick to fetch his duffel bag from his locker and rummage inside of it to hold out a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

He runs with a towel over to you and wipes off your face as you cry, barely registering the close proximity or how kind he is being to you for a moment. But after a few minutes of him wiping your face and hands clean, you start to catch your breath, hiccuping every so breaths s you sniffle.

"I know it's not the best place in the world, but there's showers around the corner if you wanna wash up a little. I have these clean clothes too if you wanna change." he says in the most gentle voice.

You sniffle as you look at his sorry expression, like he somehow caused it, and suddenly really start to feel for him. You start to tear up again and Finn sees it.

"N-No I didn't mean to make you cry again, im so sorry." Finn says as he stands up straight and puts his hands on his eyes.

"No Finn, you're just so sweet." You say.

"Thank you"

You then decide to take a quick shower while Finn waits right outside the locker room door, making sure that no one comes in. After about 20 minutes of scrubbing and washing, you finally come walking out slowly. Finn turns around to see you, 5'2, with damp hair, all while wearing HIS hoodie and HIS joggers which, mind you, swallow you whole. He smiles.

"How do you feel?" He asks

"better, thank you." You say with a quiet and scratchy voice from all the crying and hyperventilating.

Finn smiles back

"Do you still feel good enough for Glee club or do you want to try another day?" He asks, not wanting to pressure you after such a traumatic thing.

You feel some sort of pull to Finn, almost as if you want to be near him always.

"Only if you sit beside me, Finn" You say softly with a smile.

Time went on and Glee club was the thing that really helped you feel more normal, more accepted. And as promised, Finn sat by you each and every time. Almost everyone in the club, including Mr. Schue, were convinced that you and Finn were dating but the both of you denied it until the night of regionals. Before the show, behind the curtain, you two had a rather short conversation.

"Break a leg" You said to Finn

"I love you." he quickly gets out right before the music starts.

Since then, you two have been happily dating.

On nights where he spends the night, or a full weekend over, he always respects your boundaries and little rituals. Finn smiles as he takes off his outside clothes and changes into his inside clothes for you, giving you little winks here and there as he unbuttons his shirt. He helps you by wiping down the counters with lysol wipes after he cooks anything and helps you with the laundry.

But there are times when it gets so bad that Finn tries to help you refrain from doing your cleanings.

Often times, he sees how chapped your hands are from all the hand washing and hand sanitizer so he sits you down and rubs lotion on your hands, whispering softly how you have to take care of them. or he will challenge you to only wash your hands for a minute as he stands next to you. He praises you when you do well.

Mr. Schue really likes you and Finn because he sees himself and Miss Pillsbury in you two. he can tell that you two are going to last based off how you treat each other. And that's the main reason why you two commonly get to sing all the ballads. After performance nights, Finn and you have sleepovers where you clean the trophy while watching a movie together, it's really sweet.

#finn hudson imagine #finn hudson x reader #finn hudson #will schuester #glee #santana lopez #rachel berry #noah puckerman #sam evans #quinn fabray #glee club

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zaddyluvr · 3 months ago

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Sins & Secrets - Chapter One

masterlist this chapter is set 1x9, please read masterlist/series guide :)

1x9

I thought I was ready to come back to my hometown, but I could never have expected what had awakened within me. After moving states away to push out my old life, I developed a new sense of self free of the traumas of my past. But after seeing him, the desire came back. The desire for vengeance.

I knew coming back to Miami would be difficult, maybe it would even prove to be too much for me, but I had to try. Especially since I was the only one left to pack up my parents house. After what had happened, I cut all contact with them and moved to Chicago to forget. The letter in the mail that week was a sign, a sign I had to make peace with the past and finally move forward.

I reluctantly booked the plane ticket to Miami and packed all of my things into a suitcase. It really wasn’t a lot since I only lived in a small studio apartment. Thank God my parents house had no significant memories for me, they downsized and moved up the highway after I left. Who knows, could I start a new life here?

With my rental car, I pull into my parents driveway and step out, taking in the humid Miami air. The house is pretty small but big enough for a couple and is set on a quiet street, perfect for old retired people. Somehow I thought that everything would go wrong, just opening the car door, but I took a deep breath and my nerves subsided.

The house didn’t bring back nearly as many feelings as I thought it would, only the pictures of my parents on the wall made my chest tighten. The sun was beginning to set and my takeout burger and fries would soon get cold and soggy. I search the living room for a remote, sink into the couch, and flip on the TV. I groggily eat my food and flip through countless news stations covering murder stories about the arrest of a serial killer who chops up hookers. Just what I need to hear while eating my McDonalds. Soon after finishing my meal and watching a few drama filled reality TV show episodes I feel my jetlag take over and drift to sleep on the couch.

In the morning, I wake up sprawled across the couch with the TV still on. The sun is high in the sky, sending bright light into the living room. I stretch and sit up before reaching for my phone, to find that it is already past 11.

“Shit.”

Packing was supposed to start two hours ago if I wanted to have enough time to go to the club tonight. On top of that, I didn’t even have any boxes to put my parents shit in. I scramble to shower and unpack my own clothes to at least look presentable enough to be in public and to get some breakfast..now lunch, and I definitely don’t have enough clothes for Miami after living in the windy city for a few years. Great, another stop on my list, an office supply store, restaurant, and a Goodwill.

Finally, I’m just getting out the door and that’s when I see it. I see him.

I freeze as I watch him get out of the car at the house to the left, followed by a woman with long brown hair and another man with short dark hair. My throat begins to constrict and my knees buckle as memories long pushed away come flooding back. Thoughts. Urges.

I watch as his head turns in my direction and our eyes lock, he looks me up and down and blinks a couple times before following the others into the house.

I stumble back and my hips hit the car as I catch my breath and I push away my thoughts before getting into the car, and driving away.

#debra morgan #dexter x reader #dexter showtime #dexter #michael c hall #brian moser #dexter new blood #fanfic

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago

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Hey could you do fic for David 'Deacon' Kay with wife reader where she go to somewhere and then there's a robbery and he has to save her? Tag me later! Thanks :))

Absolutely! Thanks for another great idea!! I hope you enjoy @pear-1206 🤍 This did turn out pretty short, but if anyone is interested in a longer version, I could try!! (Did I name this like a SWAT episode with one random word from the plot? Maybe.)

Warnings: a bit of angst, mostly fluff, some comfort. 1.3k+ words.

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Robbery

You can’t remember the last time you said goodbye to Deacon. Just after you were married, Deacon was shot, and you decided never to say bye again, worried it would be your last farewell. Since then, plenty of alternatives have made their way into your morning routine.

“Have a great day.” “Be safe.” “Call whenever.” Anything to express your love and care, but never bye.

✯✯✯✯✯

“No,” you mumble, gripping Deacon as he tries to roll over.

“It’s Friday,” he replies lightly. “One more day then I’m all yours for the weekend.”

You groan, loosening your grip on him as he kisses your forehead.

“Pull me up,” you request as you raise your hands over your chest.

Deacon chuckles, standing beside you and tugging your arms gently so you’re sitting up.

“I have a bunch of errands to run today. Walk me out, handsome?”

“It would be an honor, sweetheart,” Deacon replies, kissing your hand. “But you have to send me updates while you’re out.”

“Of course.”

When you’re ready to go, you gather your things and wait by the front door for Deacon. He pulls you into a tight hug before leading you to your car, kissing you quickly as you sit in the driver’s seat.

“See you tonight,” Deacon promises.

“Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon enters the locker room at SWAT HQ but only manages to change into his gear before Hondo yells that they have a call. It should be an easy enough raid, Deacon thinks, just a quick in and out to apprehend a suspect who has barricaded himself in a house.

While Deacon rides in Black Betty, you drive to your first stop: a department store to buy a few things for a friend’s housewarming party. And, as usual, you find a few things for yourself and Deacon. As you wait in line to check out, you text Deacon that everything is going well and you plan to pick up an order from a sporting goods store next. He doesn’t reply, though you’ve grown to expect that from him. He’ll answer when he can, and you smile at the picture of him on your phone’s home screen.

While you pull out of the parking lot, Deacon replies and says he’s back at HQ and loves you. Short and to the point, Deacon never leaves room for miscommunication or interpretation, and it is one of many things you love about him.

✯✯✯✯✯

You visit your favorite restaurant for lunch before you make your last stop. At this point in the day, you’re ready to get home and wait for Deacon. This is the one errand you didn’t tell him about because your trip to the jewelry store is to get your anniversary gift for him.

Walking inside, you quickly find the perfect watch, tactical grade, black and minimalistic, perfectly Deacon. As the jeweler boxes it for you, you also find a new silver necklace chain you think he’d like, adding it to your gift.

You swipe your credit card just before the bell over the door rings.

“Nobody move!” a masked gunman yells, two more men behind him. “This will be over quickly, just don’t scream and do what I say.”

Stopping where you are, you duck behind a display case to text Deacon. He can see your location with the click of a button, so you just type: ‘Robbery here.’

Sliding your phone into your bag, you raise your hands as one of the men finds you, pointing his gun at you as he tells you to move. You move slowly before him, joining the small group of shoppers sitting in the corner.

“This isn’t about you,” one of the men says. “Sit there, be quiet, and then you can go home. You won’t be getting a refund, though.”

The woman beside you takes a sharp breath, and you turn to her quickly.

“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay, just take a few deep breaths, okay?” you whisper, taking her hand as you comfort her. “What’s your name?”

As you talk to her, you can only hope that Deacon got your text and the team is on their way.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon pulls his phone out of his pocket when it buzzes, and when he reads your message, those two words kick his brain into SWAT mode.

“Robbery at 6333 West 3rd Street, 738,” Deacon tells Hicks and Hondo.

“It’s in The Grove. That suite is a jewelry store,” Hicks says, pulling up the map. “Locally owned Weiss Jewelry.”

Deacon’s brows furrow, wondering why you’re at a jewelry store.

“There’s no report of a robbery,” Hondo adds.

Deacon will ask what you were doing there once you’re safe, he decides.

“My wife is there. She sent me a text,” Deacon explains.

“Why didn’t you start with that?” Hicks exclaims. “20-David, get out there!”

As Deacon climbs into Black Betty, he lets his training control him rather than his emotions. Thinking like a sergeant rather than a husband is the only way he can do his job and ensure your safety. There will be time to be a husband later, but not if something happens to you first.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Stop talking!” one of the men yells, pointing between you and the crying woman beside you.

You hear a loud bang at the back of the building and press your lips together, praying that it’s Deacon’s team.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Take it,” Hondo commands.

Street fires a flashbang through the side window. As it temporarily blinds the men inside, Luca pushes the accelerator of Black Betty to the floor, ripping the metal door off its hinges so the team can make entry.

Tan and Street move to handcuff the suspects on the floor while Hondo and Deacon move toward the front of the store.

“LAPD SWAT, on the ground now!” Hondo yells as another masked man opens the door separating the vault and the storefront.

He raises his hands, lowering his gun and sliding it to Deacon as he kneels.

“Go, Deac,” Hondo says.

Deacon steps through the door, walking toward the door as he clears the room. When he sees a crowd of people cowering in a corner, he lowers his gun and steps into view. The hostages tense before seeing his LAPD uniform.

“I’m Sergeant Kay, LAPD SWAT,” he explains calmly. “We’ve apprehended the men who robbed you and the store. EMTs and officers are outside to assist you.”

Deacon’s eyes remain on you as he talks, and you send him a small smile. When he concludes, you stand before helping the women beside you up and to the door. You turn around to find Deacon, but he moves faster than you, pulling you into a tight hug as he cradles your head against his chest. You return his hug, breathing deeply.

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” you say.

“What were you doing here?” he asks, leaning back to look at your face as he cradles it between his gloved hands.

“Paid in full and not needed for evidence, Mrs. Kay,” Luca calls as he approaches, handing you a bag containing two jewelry boxes.

“Thanks, Luca.”

You take the bag, holding it in one hand while the other grips the strap of Deacon’s vest. “Happy Anniversary?”

“Don’t you dare try to give that to me now. We’re celebrating as planned,” Deacon demands, pulling you close again.

“You got here really fast,” you murmur, moving your hand to his cheek.

“You called. I’ll always come.”

“One of these days, I’m going to save you.”

“You do that every time I see you.” Deacon kisses you before adding, “You are trouble, though.”

“Maybe I’ll let them keep the gifts, just in case,” you retort, leaning back to find a police officer.

Deacon grabs your wrist, gentle as always. “No,” he answers, kissing you before you can make another comment.

#david deacon kay x reader #david kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #david deacon kay #deacon kay #swat cbs #requests #fem!reader

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catelyngrant · 2 days ago

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I will admit that, after last week's FEAST, I flew a little too close to the sun* with expectations for this week's double feature. That's on me.

Random and disorganized thoughts/spoilers!

The good:

Okay so first don't get me wrong, Deborah and Ava being The Worst while fighting but then even more obnoxious when not fighting is everything??? Their lunch with Jimmy and that little stairwell scene were just delightful and their honeymoon era is delicious to watch as a viewer/shipper but also I feel like anyone who has to deal with them regularly would not be convicted by any jury for whatever ends they may be driven to.

DJ is always a slam dunk. The "you ruin everything" territory was covered so well during the NA scene last season that it felt like frustrating ground to retread (see below) but I DID love her using the grandma access trump card. She had that speech prepared and I respect it.

Grandma Deborah/Aunt Deborah was so soft in the moments Jean let it be, and I really, really loved both those moments and how carefully she chose them.

DJ telling Ava why she chose her as godmother was so, so, so lovely and a scene I've wanted for a long time.

DJ's belief system is kind of mine too, tbh? And obviously obsessed with her using Catholicism as a D'Jewelry peddling scheme. It's always nice to see her and Deborah bonding through bitchiness, too.

Marcus's hair growing back was maybe the funniest thing in both episodes; that, or Jurassic Park (organ version).

I really, really loved the Mayor Jo storyline! The scene where they talk at her house is really a surprisingly beautiful one, and I appreciated so much how both actresses played it.

Nina is a chaotic nightmare as always and while I want to sleep on the childfree storyline, when she dropped "I'm worried you're not going to have kids" in the kitchen I absolutely lost it.

The not so good:

We get it: everyone wants to be on Hacks! Cameos galore! Alllll the (white) actors! The show is better when it has a core cast and deploys guest starts strategically, and that hasn't been the case this season. Dance Mom was funny and relevant at first; I'm done now (Julianne Nicholson's performance notwithstanding). Seth Rogen is great, and sure, let's stick Kiki in there for a hot second to be window dressing as an afterthought. Marcus's two scenes really only made me remember how much they didn't ever follow through on his complicated relationships with Deborah or Ava. I really, really hope that season five remembers what—apart from the Deborah and Ava of it all—made the show so special and successful to begin with.

That doesn't mean bring Marty back, though. It means get rid of Bob Lipka, please and thank you! As soon as Deborah walked into the house and saw that box, my heart sank.

Backing up: Deborah's scene at the christening didn't ring true. A) her scene with DJ at the NA meeting last season covered the "you ruin every event for me" both beautifully and explicitly, and even if it hadn't, the combination of a) just...why? It felt so forced, but also b) she is a VERY PUBLIC FIGURE right now and well aware of the stakes that come with that! That's a wholeass plot point!

The Jimmy and Kayla of it all...argh. I'm so mixed. On the one hand, I'm so, so ready for Paul Downs to get to play the absolute fucking breakdown that's been years in the making, but on the other hand, I just don't give a fuck about so much of it. It feels like another overplayed hand.

Part of me actually did think it would be kind of funny/tragic/interesting if that dog bite fully kills him? Like...they could do something with that! (They won't, but they could!)

I'm not sure how I feel about the "Deborah's flown too close to the sun" arc? The success is thrilling, we know that, we've seen versions of that montage...it does, though, feel like an interruption of the "Deborah realizes that Late Night is no longer her dream and s5 is all about her and Ava figuring out what their dream is and making it come true" arc that it feels like has been building so steadily and beautifully?

And dear LORD pls do not put her and Ava at odds again, I see Ava's valid suspicion but I need that dealt with and squashed stat. Ideally in a way that involves an "I love you" being dropped bc I have money on that being Said Out Loud by the end of the season.

Seriously, I do not want Bob fucking Lipka to be a thing and I'm very mad that he is, however predictable it was.

I will be rewatching, as always, and I'm sure there's more (especially about the Winnie of it all, which I'm mixed at best on upon first viewing but am marinating on and need to watch again).

#*kind of a spoiler? but like...only thematically #it doesn't feel fair for me to only post about the episodes i'm mildly mad about but when i'm happy i just float to sleep!#and scream in the tags!#tonight i had to get it out #hacks #hacks spoilers #hacks hbo

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flowery-mess · 1 month ago

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So like what if you finally ask nerd Noah out on a date and he's shocked that you want to go out with him.

You end up going to a nice restaurant and it's a little awkward at first. But then you get a call/notification on your phone and he sees your wallpaper that is something from an anime or something like that and he realizes that you're a nerd as well. Which he didn't know up until now, because you only spoke about computers.

And now things are less awkward and you two end up talking about your special interests for hours.

And the way he looks at you when you talk about your favorite topics, like you're the most beautiful person to walk this Earth. 🥹

And a few days later, he bakes something for you and brings it to your desk while you're at lunch because he was too shy to bring them while you're there. When you come back, you see it and it has a little note on top that says something like 'will you go on a second date with me?' And there's a little doodle of your fav character on the note. 🥹

Don't even get me started on how much he would blush if you go to his office and give him a note with your reply and give him a kiss on the cheek. He feels like he's about to pass out

(Sorry this is a little long, but damn nerd Noah's messing with my head)

He'd be so nervous, what do you talk about with a pretty girl like you? He'd make a lost of topics in his head so he's prepared

When he sees your lockscreen he almosts bursts out from the excitement. He starts asking you about it and maybe you're not necesseily a nerd about it, but you saw a few episodes and like a particular character so you put it as your locksreen.

But he suddenly has tons of questions for you, like who's your favorite character, your favorite scene, your favorite line, your favorite episode and the he suggests that you shoul watch it together sometime, without even realising that you'd have to be at your or his place, sitting next to each other. Watching his favorite anime with pretty girl? He's thinking what did he do to deserve this

He's looking at you exactly like this emoji 🥹 because your favorite things about the anime are also his and you're smiling while talking and he's smiling too

He definitely asks you out with a note, because he's too shy to do it in person. He makes a note with 'will you go on a second date with me?' and then he'll draw two little boxes with option yes and no, because he definitely doesn't want you to feel pressured into saying yes, so he's giving you a 'no' option

You draw a little heart in the 'yes' box and erase the 'no' option so he knows that you're excited about going out with him again

And what if you do it when you meet him in the hallway, secretly put the note in his hand and gice him a kiss on the cheek. Then he's standing there like this 🧍🏽 wirh red face, looking around and hoping no one saw it. He speed walks to his office and has to take a few deep breaths before opening the note to see your answer

And maybe he does some little dance or fist in the air to celebrate his little victory

#i don't mind geting long asks at all💕#thank you for sending kt #nerd noah #noah sebastian x reader

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it always ends up with a town car speeding • ttfd

chapter six of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader, mentions of food, 118 being a family, buck being a considerate friend, girls night with our favs (lmk if i missed something)

You checked your phone again and stared at the doughnut box you bought on your way to the firehouse. When you were leaving your shift, you heard one of your coworkers dispatching the 118 for an incident. Based on your calculations, it was enough time for you to drive to your coffee shop, get yourself some decaf latte and two boxes of doughnuts for the team and deliver it yourself at the firehouse.

However, forty minutes after your estimations, they were still nowhere to be seen. Or something worse happened, or they were just stuck in the midmorning traffic.

You held back the urge to text Buck and ask, but maybe he didn’t have his cellphone with him and would be a waste of time. So you turned on the volume of your headphones, your favorite playlist blasting, and closed your eyes, trying to remember all the concepts you’ve been studying over the week.

After your mental breakdown, you decided to put your life back on tracks again. You were back to work the graveyard shifts, while also attending classes and asking for deadline extensions from your professors, so you could at least have a shot at delivering decent papers and syllabus.

Did that mean you were always out of your house or buried in books? Yes, but this time you had friends making sure to check on you from time to time. Maddie was always reminding you to eat and take breaks — even when she wasn’t working the graveyard with you —, Hen gave you some notes from Karen old book’s in hopes they would be helpful — and most of them were —, Eddie and Buck were always inviting you to hang out, even if it was just for lunch. Besides Buck — who saw with his own eyes when you hit rock bottom —, they probably had a general idea of what was going on with you.

You didn’t hear the engine and the ambulance entering the garage — how could you when your favorite song was playing — and you were the one that ended up surprised by the 118.

“Oh my-,” you screamed when you felt your chair trip back. But before you could hit the floor, you were stopped mid fall, and Eddie was staring at you, kinda upside down, “Edmundo, you little piece of-”

“Nice to see you too, Brains. And you brought donuts?” He set your chair upright, and you saw Chim and Hen already picking one from the box. They waved, mouths already full with the treat. “What got you in such a good mood?”

“Definitely not you.” He reached for one, and you slapped his arm. “Put it down. Now.”

“Really?” He looked surprised, but he was just messing with you.

“You heard the lady, Eddie,” Buck finally showed up, a small towel in hand, cleaning the smoke particles from his face. “Oh, you brought doughnuts!”

If looks could kill, Eddie would’ve dropped dead. But now that Buck was here, your features softened and that strange sensation washed over you.

Something changed after the night he showed up at your door and helped you through your depressive episode — you started to use the real name of what that was. But you couldn’t quite point it out, thinking maybe it changed only in you, and he was still the same Evan Buckley you met weeks ago.

“Suit yourself, Buck.” You pushed the box further, keeping it away from Eddie.

“I thought you hated him.” He pointed.

“Hate is a strong word, Edmundo,” you took a sip of your coffee. “Besides, he didn’t scare me to death!”

“I’m on her good side now,” Buck admitted, proud of himself. If he knew that he was more than just on your good side, that he found his way inside your impenetrable fortress, he would use it to his advantage. “Thanks, Brains.”

“So, miss Halfway Through Her PhD, what brings you here today?” Chim pulled a chair and dipped back for a second donut. Buck went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Nothing, just wanted to drop by and share some treats before I go to class.”

“You’re a long way from Caltech,” Hen sat to your right, pushing Eddie away.

“Yes, ma’am, I know. By the way, one of my professors used to work with Karen, Mrs. Duncan.”

“Don’t remember his name from our conversations, but I’ll tell her,” she smiled. “Also, she found a few more books in the basement, drop by to pick up any time.”

“Will do.” You opened your notes app to add it to your to do list, and checked the time. “I’d love to sit and catch up with you guys, but I have to leave if I want to make it in time,” you showed your phone screen, time ticking against you. “I left another box in the fridge, but don’t get used to it.”

“Can I have one now?” Eddie wouldn’t shut up one second. God, you needed to find him a date and get him laid.

“Fine, Diaz. But don’t you ever do that again.”

“Scouts honor,” he promised.

You grabbed your bag, ran down the stairs, waved Bobby goodbye — the captain was coming out of his office — and took a walk to your car, parked outside of the fire house.

“Hey, Brains!” You heard Buck calling you, and for a moment you thought you were reliving that fight at Eddie’s house. You stopped on your tracks, far enough from the fire house building to have some privacy. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Not my fault if you guys took longer than I estimated on that call,” you smiled.

“Was it you?”

“No, it was May, but I overheard her instructions.” You checked your bag for your key. “Was everyone ok?”

“Yeah, everyone’s fine,” Buck closed in the distance between you, and looked over his shoulder to the firehouse before asking, “How have you been feeling?”

“I’m better, Buck. Hmm, thanks for not telling them all the details about, you know, that thing,” you felt like stepping on eggshells, talking for the first time about what he did for you. When you woke up that next morning, you avoided the subject like the plague. “They really don’t need one more thing to worry about.”

“It never stopped them from caring, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” You bit your lips and stared into your shoes. “Anyway, I’m sorry I blew you off last weekend, I had these tough exams and I spent all my free time studying. I really forgot to check my phone, and didn’t crossed my mind to tell you I was gonna be busy, so I’m-”

“Brains, it’s ok. Really.” He gently grabbed your arm, cutting your nervous talk short. “I assumed you were busy, that’s why I just let you be. And you promised me you’d tell me if things got bad, so I really get it. Even though I was never a good student.”

“Cut yourself some slack, Buck. You may not be good with math and science, but you got into LAFD, which is a huge thing.” And before he could say anything, you added, “I’ve seen the training program, it’s tough and demands a lot of intuition and assessing a scene quickly.”

“A compliment, Brains? Oh, I’m definitely on your good side now.”

“You’re unbelievable, Evan Buckley.” You pushed him, your hands placed in the middle of his chest. “If you excuse me, I need to run through LA traffic to get in time for class now.”

Your movements were a little awkward, like you’re both trying to dance the same song, but missing all the queues. You stepped aside, he opened the door for you and your hands touched, your bag fell to the floor and it was so like one of those romcoms moments. And you kept trying to avoid Buck’s eyes, which led you to almost step on his foot and bump into him multiple times.

“Don’t get yourself into an accident,” he said before closing the door for you. “I really don’t wanna be the one dragging your ass out of a mess.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a safe driver.”

“Hope your class doesn't suck.”

“Hope your shift is just saving cats from trees and helping elderly cross the street.” You avoided the Q-word, an old superstition from all dispatchers and first responders. “See ya, Buckley.”

+++

“I don’t think I can do it, that’s the problem,” you poured another glass of wine.

“Why not? I mean, what’s wrong with that?” Maddie picked up another bite of the cheesecake slice you ordered for girl’s night.

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that is gonna be, I don’t know, the third time I’ll ask for a reschedule, and I really don’t wanna do it!” You stored the wine bottle in the corner, still yapping about your latest quest.

“C’mon, Brains, you had your reasons. I bet he won’t say no.”

“But if he does? Like, he definitely hates me now.”

“I bet Buck would never hate you.”

“The student who keeps… Wait a damn minute, since when are we talking about Buck?”

“I thought you were talking about him all along?” Maddie grabbed her glass, hiding her knowing smirk behind the dark liquid.

“What made you feel like I was talking about it?” She tried to walk away from you, but you caged her on her seat. “No, Maddie, you’re not pulling this trick on me.”

“You really didn’t notice him giving you the special Buckley treatment? The heart eyes? Are you blind or something?”

“No? Because you’re literally making that up.”

“You’re definitely a woman of science, because you won’t notice something until it’s right into your face, with proofs and everything.” Maddie stared at something over your shoulder, probably in the direction of Buck’s place. “Oh God, he’s gonna kill me.”

“You should worry about me killing you, not him. Buck wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You’re right.” And then she clocked you. “And you have feelings for him too, don’t you?”

You thanked God for whoever was banging at your door. You walked away from Maddie’s question and ended up face to face with May.

“Did you tell her already?” She was holding a box of goodies and looked into Maddie.

“Tell me what?”

“I did, because you’re late. Now you gave her the perfect way out.” Maddie shook her head.

“Oh no, now that I’m here,” May stole your wine glass, took a sip and sat by your kitchen counter, “thank you for that, no one is escaping.”

“I hate you, guys.” You considered the idea of running to Buck’s and asking for shelter, but it would just prove their point. You closed the door and sighed, “I think you’re out of your mind if you really believe he has a crush on me. And to answer your question,” you walked back to the kitchen, getting a clean wine glass, “No, I don’t have feelings for Buck. Are we on good terms now? Yes, but that doesn’t mean I like him.”

“Never saw someone tiptoe around the word friends so much,” May was definitely Athena’s daughter because she knew how to come for the neck. “And you don’t like him? Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“No, I don’t. Yeah, we are friends, but I’m kinda seeing someone else now,” you confessed.

“Oh, are you?” Maddie had her doubts, because you were only bringing it up after being confronted about Buck.

“Yes, it’s a guy from one of my classes. We’ve been studying together, having a few coffees between classes, he’s nice.”

“What’s his name?” May had her phone on hand. “C’mon, Brains.”

“Stephen. He’s getting a PhD in Statistics,” you told them. “He’s nice, and I think we’re having an official date next tuesday.”

Maddie and May whispered for a few seconds, pointing to the phone screen. You stood there, chewing the sweets and drinking big sips of the wine. Even if Buck had feelings for you… Were you lying to yourself? No, you and Stephen had something going on. At least you thought so.

“Tell us everything about Stephen!” May didn’t sound convinced.

So you did. You told them how he was kind enough to lend his notes from one of the classes you missed, then suggested you should study together in the library, and as a thank you gesture, you ended up buying coffee for him before your study sessions. You were texting each other very frequently, and he asked if you wanted to go to this italian cantina on one of your days off. How could you say no?

“Ok, but you noticed he resembles Buck, right?” May kept rolling his Instagram posts. “You’re lying to yourself, girl.”

“Yeah, because of all the DNA combinations, Buck is the only one allowed to have those features. Like c’mon, May, now you’re just making things up.” You rolled your eyes. “And, like, Stephen has dark brown eyes, he’s not like Buck.”

“Oh poor off brand Buck,” she stole a cherry from the cake slice. “Girl, be serious.”

“May, he genuinely seems like a nice guy.” You were almost saying ‘thank you’ to Maddie when she added, “Are you sure you’re not using him as a way to avoid Buck?” You wished the baby Jee good luck because she was worse than any friend you had. Come on, how could she do that to you?

“What? No! Please, that’s absurd.” You assumed your serious pose, both hands on the kitchen counter, “I don’t have feelings for Buck, we are just friends. And I think you’re making this up, he doesn’t have feelings for me. He’s just being Buck.” Every time you said those words, you were trying really hard to believe them. “Are you both happy now?”

They traded a very long and silent look and smiled.

“No, but you do you, girl.” May put her phone away and opened another box of desert. “Just don’t call me when you finally come into realization.”

“Geez, you look just like your mom right now,” you pointed, the Athena stare taking over her face. “You can say you told me so if that happens. But again, it’s not gonna happen. Any final words, Maddie?”

She laughed and poured another glass of wine, “You’re gonna learn pretty quickly that the Buckley’s don’t give up until they get what they want.”

a/n: hi guys! sorry for taking so long to post this new chapter — i wasn’t feeling well, so i took a break from writing and everything else. but i’m back! i’m cooking something related go this chapter (thanks to @live-love-be-unique request, you were so spot on casey), and the following two chapters are already drafted on my notes. hope everyone’s doing ok, soon enough we will get more 9-1-1 content! see y’all very soon! oh wait, also, shout out to my love @munsonsreputation for helping me with proofreading and cheering me up when i decided to face my fears and write 💙 love you babeeee

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