#ah trauma. gotta love it.

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After byler kiss for the first time Mike is freaking out, he's getting all these thoughts like: what if Will is a test from god?

So Mike explains his anxiety and Will holds his hands and asks him, "Mike, am I a test from god?" He himself doesn't believe in god and he doubts Mike would actually believe if it weren't his father, but he asks anyways.

Mike takes a deep breath and tears fall from his chin, landing on their intertwined hands.

"I don't know," he said in a shaky voice. "Maybe." He looked up at Will through his long lashes. Will looked back at him with wide eyes, not mean eyes, just his usual soft eyes.

Will nodded in understanding. "I don't mean to be a test," he said. "But I understand if you don't-"

Mike suddenly let go of his hands and grabbed his face to kiss him. Will was surprised at first, but after a few seconds, he kissed back just as eagerly.

"I think," Mike said in between kisses, "that if you were a test-" he pulled away, holding Will's face and resting his forehead against his best friend's, "then I am failing."

Will closed his eyes and sunk his forehead against Mike's. "You're not failing anything-"

"Will," Mike interrupted.

"Mike?" Will asked.

Mike started giggling. "Fuck god."

Will opened his eyes only to be met with Mike's. He smiled. "Yeah, fuck him."

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canon divergence vegaspete au where Vegas's mama is alive, his father is dead and she is the head of minor family

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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Nowhere to Run: Part 2 (Miguel O��Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader)

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Pairings: Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader

Warnings: Miguel helps reader through a panic attack (descriptions based on my own experiences but not necessarily perfectly written down), mentions of isolation and isolation-related trauma, references to child loss, scars

Summary: Living in Nueva York and working with the Spider Society is pretty great... except for Miguel O’Hara, the man who injured you, saved your life, and now refuses to speak to you. Luckily, Peter B. Parker loves interfering in Miguel’s life, so when you’re at your lowest, it’s Miguel who is there to help you through it. ~ 2,200 words

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

A/N: This is still dedicated to the Miguel O’Hara editors on TikTok as well as the people leaving the comments. There are light spoilers for AtSV (I made up an ending for BtSV since this is set after that).

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Two Months Later…

Miguel O’Hara kept his promise. His Spider Society ran all kinds of tests, searching for an explanation for the rapid evolution that provided your the ability to travel the multiverse. Best they could guess, you had been close to the epicenter of your world’s implosion, close enough to absorb some of the energy leaking from what was essentially a black hole devouring the universe.

Another Spider-Woman had given you a more advanced goober - no, gizmo - to keep you from glitching and destabilizing the place they called Nueva York. It was Miguel’s home, she’d explained, and the home base of the Spider Society that kept watch over the multiverse. You’d started volunteering for missions with them, happy to be doing some good. It made you feel like a hero again, like there was a point to all the sacrifices that led you here.

But you hadn't seen Spider-Man 2099 since he dropped you off at a Nueva York hospital and huffed an order to “make sure she gets stitched up, and for god’s sake, get her some food.” That was two months ago.

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“I can’t believe you bring a kid here.” You waved to Mayday who was sitting on her dad’s lap and trying to steal his food with her webs. For some reason, Peter had given her a web-shooter… as if toddlers weren’t difficult enough.

“Neither can I, honestly. But she loves these guys. Especially Miguel.” He frowned and took a bite of empanada. “She’s borderline obsessed with Miguel actually. I think it’s because he has such climbable shoulders. It’s good for him to see her too.”

“Meaning?”

“Ah nothing.” Peter waved off your question.

An awkward pause filled the space between you and Peter B. Parker. Just ask him, you told yourself.

“Is Miguel avoiding me?” Blunt. Right to the point.

“Ummmmm…” He drug out the word for far too long, looked to his daughter for help, seemed to remember she couldn’t do more than babble random sounds, and then sighed heavily. “Yes. He feels bad about…” Peter gestured broadly to you. “About a year ago we had a little situation with this kid - I mentored him. Good kid. Smart,” Peter added proudly. “This kid, Miles, made Miguel rethink a lot of things. We started handling anomalies... differently, a bit more gently.”

“He calls this gently?” You touched your scarred shoulder.

“Ummmmm… no.” Peter scooped Mayday out of the air where she was now dangling from the ceiling. “You freaked him out pretty bad. I mean you are a huge anomaly. Dangerous. He sort of, uh, how would those kids say it? Oh, yeah, he ‘went off the deep end.’ You should hear him tell the story.”

Mayday babbled incoherently.

“Yes ma’am, it does all seem a bit romantic when he tells it doesn’t it?” Peter cooed to Mayday then grinned at you.

You blinked once. Twice. Romantic?

Mayday went zipping away. Peter stood and sighed.

“Gotta get this kid, but I’m sending him to see you.” He took off after his daughter who was expertly navigating a minefield of other Spider-People (and animals). “Promise!” Peter tossed over his shoulder.

You seriously doubted Peter B. Parker would be able to convince Miguel to talk to you. And that was just as well because by the time you made it back to your room, it was turning into one of your bad nights. It was illogical. How could you could be fine for and suddenly a panic-stricken nightmare-ridden mess one random night? But then, the human mind is an enigma even to itself, the traumatized mind even more so.

It happened when you walked into your room and found yourself suspended in complete darkness. You followed the same routine every night, but today was different. Blackness surrounded you and closed in. You could see nothing, not even the hand in front of your face, and something tightened in your chest, clamped down on your lungs. For a second, you had control of the thing, were reaching for the light switch. Then you were spiraling.

Your mind was no longer in your safe room in Nueva York surrounded by the Spider Society who had taken you in and protected you and even become your friends. No. It was trapped in the silent and endless darkness of a collapsed universe, utterly alone, smothered in deafening silence. Your breath came in rapid, shallow pants, and you stumbled back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You sat down on the soft mattress, drew up your knees, wrapped your arms around yourself, bowed your head, and tried to breath through it.

Caught in your panic attack, you didn’t even hear two familiar voices arguing, or see the light from the hallway fall across the room as the door was pushed open, or notice the shadows that loomed in the doorway.

“I know what you’re doing, Peter,” Miguel snarled.

“I’m not doing- why’s the door open?”

Miguel noticed you first. The dim room was the perfect environment for his sensitive eyes to make out your hunched form and trembling shoulders. In an instant, he was kneeling in front of you, an act that confirmed every one of Peter B. Parker’s suspicions. He watched for a moment from the doorway before taking a step back and closing the door with a click. Miguel had this under control. He was sure of it.

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A deep voice, gravelly as if it were being drug over stones whispered your name. It wrapped around you, held you tight, and pulled you above the thrashing waves. That crushing feeling in your chest relaxed ever so slightly, and finally, you managed a deep breath. Then a second. It’s okay now. The worst is over.

After the third breath, you looked up and searched the dark room in a search of the voice’s owner.

Two dimly glowing red orbs shone in the darkness. You knew exactly one person with red eyes. Slowly, your own eyes adjusted, and the broad outline of Miguel O’Hara materialized. He wasn’t wearing his usual vibrant suit, just a dark colored sweater. Even kneeling on the ground he was still tall enough to be eye level with you. The two of you stared at each other for a long second before Miguel slowly raised a hand and... and brushed his thumb across your cheek?

What was happening? All you could do was blink stupidly at him, but when you didn't shy away he brought his other hand to your face. He smoothed his thumbs over your cheeks. He was wiping away your tears so gently and with such concern it seemed impossible. His hands were soft, softer than they had any right to be, and those dangerous claws that had done so much damage to you earlier were nowhere to be seen.

“You’re safe. You’re here with me.” Miguel’s voice was so commanding; he was obviously accustomed to giving order, but that actually made it more reassuring. “I’m here.”

I’m here. For some unexplainable reason those words reassured you more than anything. You didn't even think, just did. You slid forward on the bed and buried your face in the broad muscles of Miguel’s shoulder. His sweater was as soft as anything you could have imagined, and his warmth seeped through the fabric. He smelled like fresh laundry and something more woody and musky.

Miguel haltingly wrapped his arms around you, awkward at first, before he pulled you in closer. He held you like that for several long minutes, running his hands across your back and drawing small circles with fingers until your breathing synced with his. 

Since coming to this place, the most physical contact you had with anyone was the occasional hug or handshake or Mayday crawling up your arm. Before that it was Miguel holding you in the rain while he sucked his venom - you had confirmed that it was venom - from your body. Before that you had been trapped in a collapsed universe or on the run. Before that... well, being Spider-Woman was a lonely job.

To be held like this was the most comforting experience you had in longer than you cared to remember. You didn’t want to let go. Even when you realized that in this position Miguel was kneeling between your legs you didn’t let go.

Eventually, he shifted with a quiet huff. You pulled back immediately. What were you doing? Miguel definitely didn’t want you all over him. What could you have possibly been thinking, using the man who actively avoided you for comfort?

Miguel stood and stretched. You looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

“Thank you. I’m okay now,” you muttered.

That was an obvious lie. The man tilted his head as he gazed down at you. He knew what this loneliness was like, how it felt to have wallowed in solitude for so long that you forget how to feel anything but alone. His eyes shifted to your shoulder where a tank top did nothing to hide the four long scars he had left in your skin. You tracked his gaze and immediately tried to cover them with your hand.

“I’m okay,” you repeated, hinting that he could go even though part of you - an insane, irrational, needy part of you - wanted him to stay.

Miguel ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair with a sigh before sitting down, uninvited, on your bed. Next to you. He sat down next to you. On your bed.

Miguel O’Hara was handsome. You never denied that, especially now while he was inches from you smelling the way he smelled and radiating much needed warmth. The temptation to lean into him was strong, but not strong enough to override your embarrassment that he, of all the Spider-People, had seen you at your lowest point.

“I thought you were jumping through the Arach- the Spider-Verse with bad intentions. I had no idea you were running… from me.” The explanation came out of nowhere. Miguel turned to look down at you. “You had the potential to cause a lot of damage, and I panicked. I forgot you’re one of us, and I hurt you, and I’m sorry.” Another long pause. “My claws have never poisoned anyone before.”

The apology was genuine, you could hear it in his voice. Some invisible barrier between the two of you shattered then.

“Are you saying you didn’t mean to kill me with your venomous talons, you only meant to seriously maim me with your regular talons?” You could feel a smile growing as you tried joking with him.

Miguel looked back at the bed spread. Should you? Was this a good idea? You threw caution to the wind and leaned over to bump your shoulder against Miguel’s.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ve all made mistakes. Glad I was threatening enough to scare you like that.”

“That’s not what- okay.”

“You can look at them. If you want, I mean.” You nodded to your scarred shoulder.

Slowly, as if afraid to scare you off, Miguel smoothed a finger over the scars. They were deep and jagged, but had healed rather well all things considered. His hand on your neck startled you for a moment before you realized what he was doing. Four tiny scars from his fangs still decorated your skin, and he was tracing his thumb over each one.

Miguel felt you swallow, realized what he was doing, and then froze. A single second stretched into an eternity during which you could confront every thought racing through your head. He’d chased you for months, but he had a good reason. He’d hurt you. Then he saved your life. There was that thing Peter said about Mayday being good for him. And Miguel’s sad eyes and ever-present frown. And how warm he’d felt while he held you. And the ripples of muscle across his entire body.

He’d kept his promise not to send you back. And he was handsome. Handsome and sad. So instead of pulling away and kicking him out and going back to avoiding each other, you leaned into him.

There was nothing awkward about Miguel’s movements this time. He wrapped an arm around you and maneuver you both until you were laying down, curled up against his side, head on his shoulder, his arm around your waist.

“What is going on?” You whispered.

“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” Miguel whispered back.

“Okay, but why?”

“Because... because I know how it feels to lose everyone and have no one to hold you.”

You looked up at him then. He was staring at the ceiling, some memory you couldn’t see dancing across his eyes. Peter said Mayday was good for Miguel then refused to answer any more questions. The frown lines. How ferociously he protected the multiverse. Mayday was good for Miguel. Mayday. The kid.

It hit you then, and it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Miguel had lost his family, probably in circumstances not too different from your own. You wanted to know everything about the Spider-Man with the fangs and venom and the saddest eyes you had ever seen. Not now though.

Already, you felt sleep tugging at the edge of your consciousness, a sense of safety and comfort brought on by Miguel’s presence.

“You could stay until I wake up,” you offered drowsily and splayed a hand across his chest. “If you want.”

Miguel ran his fingers lightly over the back of your hand.

“I think I might.”

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A/N: There is a teeny tiny potential for an 18+ Part 3. No solid plan yet, but possible. Thanks for all the love on this fic!

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Unwanted: Chapter 22, Untold - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Pocket committing humourous and harmless crime, me not knowing how police stations work.

Word Count: 972

Previously On...: You and Tony tried to sheer some sheep. Now it looks like the cops are headed your way.

A/N: Listen, I am too proud of the headline that Tony makes up. Too proud. Also, at the very end, they say the things for the first time! XD

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“How many times do I have to tell you,” you told the officer who was questioning you, “we weren’t trying to steal the sheep, we were just trying to shear them.” You and Tony had been brought to the local police station and informed you were both going to be charged with trespassing, attempted theft, and criminal mischief. They’d separated the two of you, and you were doing your damned best to make sure that they at least dropped the attempted theft charge. “I demand to see the criminal statute that makes that illegal,” you said.

The officer rubbed his face with his hand. You’d been at this for awhile now, and it was obvious he regretted getting stuck with you.

The door to the interrogation room swung open, and another cop stuck his head in. “Jones,” he said, addressing the officer, “her lawyer’s here. We gotta cut her loose.” Lawyer? You didn’t have a lawyer. You couldn’t fucking afford a lawyer.

The other cop motioned for you to exit the interrogation room, which you did happily, and quickly, not wanting to spend another minute more in there than you had to. In the lobby, you saw Tony quietly speaking to a gray-haired gentleman. 

“Ah, (Y/N),” he said when he saw you approach. “This is my attorney, Mr. Mitchell. He’s going to be representing the both of us over this little misunderstanding.”

You shook hands with the lawyer, but said “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to utilize your services, Mr. Mitchell. I’m pretty sure they have to provide me with an attorney, as I most certainly cannot afford one.”

Tony scoffed at that. “Please. I got you into this, the least I can do is make sure you’ve got legal counsel.”

His words took you aback. You were so unaccustomed to having someone do something kind for you (even if, technically, the entire endeavor had been his idea) without expecting something in return.

“I’m not going to sleep with you in exchange for a lawyer, Tony,” you said.

Tony looked offended. “No offense, but you’re way too young for me. Besides, I don’t need to get girls a lawyer to get them to sleep with me, thank you very much.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Mitchell said with an awkward cough, “I need to speak to the desk sergeant about finalizing your bail. The older man walked off, leaving you and Tony alone.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured. “I guess I’m just not used to people doing nice things for me without wanting something in exchange.”

Tony studied you. “You strike me as a girl who’s had to grow up pretty quickly,” he said. His voice wasn’t pitying, but it was sad. You just shrugged.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “the press will have a field day with this. I can see the headline now: ‘From Billionaire to Baaaaad Boy: Playful Playboy Arrested in Woolly Misadventure’.”

You snorted at that. “I can make sure they never hear about it,” you said.

Tony cocked his head at you. “Oh, you can, can you?” he asked.

You glanced over to where the precinct’s receptionist sat at her computer. “Can you cause a distraction? Get her away from that terminal for about five minutes?”

Tony brought a hand to his chin. “Like taking candy from a baby,” he said. He sauntered up to the receptionist and slammed his hand down on the counter, causing her to jump.

“Excuse me!” he shouted at her. “I demand to speak to your superior officer! I have never been treated so disrespectfully in my life!”

The receptionist blanched. “I’m sorry sir, but if you have a complaint, you can fill out–”

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” Tony shouted. “I demand you take me to your superior officer this instant, or I will have your job!”

The poor woman was frazzled as she led Tony back into the bowels of the precinct. As soon as they were out of sight, you ran around the counter to the terminal. It was only a matter of moments before you were able to locate the files for you and Tony, and with a few quick keystrokes, you had deleted them as though they never existed. 

You quickly checked the pile of paper files waiting to be sorted, locating the case files for both you and Tony. Checking to make sure the receptionist and Tony weren’t yet on their way back, you stuffed them down into the very bottom of the public trash can before running back to stand exactly where Tony had left you.

In a few more moments, Tony and Mr. Mitchell came out from the back of the station together. 

“Well, that was quite fortuitous,” Mr. Mitchell said. “It appears that there was some sort of computer error and your charges were erased from the system.” You avoided Tony’s glance at you as Mr. Mitchell continued. “The desk sergeant has agreed to contact me once they’ve re-entered the information from the paper files. For now, you’re both free to go. Tony,” he shook Stark’s hand, “always a pleasure. And Ms. (Y/L/N),” you shook his offered hand. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“You, too, Mr. Mitchell,” you said. “And thank you so much.”

You and Tony followed the lawyer out, and as Tony started the Audi to begin your drive back to Boston, he turned to look at you.

“So, Kiddo,” he said, having learned you were just nineteen from your police intake, “how would you like a job?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?” you asked. There was no way he was serious. An offer like this could change the trajectory of your entire life.

“Like a heart attack,” he said.

You grinned at him. “When do I start, Boss?”

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[aachria]

Coin being a whore was everything i ever wanted to read ever. I love that i can see a drunk roger crying curled up in a corner for three hours w his head on rayleigh's lap going "Coin is so so so sooo meaaan to meeeaaaaahhhh" while ray pats his head like "mhm im sure he is" while staring blankly at coin 😭

Ah yes the choice to go home that i just know ed wont take once they find the one piece

God i love the roger pirates shenanigans

THE DREAMS ARE JST FOR TRANSMIGRATORS AND I LOVE THEM its giving the svsss system ngl woth the "i tried to change something and fell in a trauma for a whole week after it" thing

Actually very excited for if you ever make some roger crew one shots w coin

Hancock! Yippee!!

LUFFY AND ED REUNIOOOOOOOOOON IM GONNA SOB

THANK YOU FOR THIS AWESOME CHAPTER I WILL NOT SURVIVE THE WEEK IT WILL TAKE TO HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER

Coin is my favourite slut of an old man. Roger absolutely threw his shoe at Coin when he tried to comfort him about not giving him the tattoo. It went overboard and they had to fish it up.

Ed's got so few reasons to want to go home there's gotta be something suspicious going on with that choice. There's gotta.

God it's been ages since I read svsss but they really do got that same 'yeah you have free will but you don't have Free Will when it comes to Plot just fucking cope buddy' energy.

I am ABSOLUTELY doing at least SOMETHING with those fucking morons, literally how can I not.

[chaoticspeedrun]

saw ur recent post and thought

lets all stereotype the tmnt simps like they’re animals at a zoo together chaotic

[insert funny picture of us staring at the funny ppl in the cage with their desired turtles (i lowkey couldnt find a meme that would suite this 😠😠😠)]

raph simps ; either fiesty gremlins who’ll bite ur toes off if you go near them and spray them with water or sweet little souls who’ll tuck you in bed and give you forehead kisses. both simp types aren’t rare and are commonly found together as a pair, explaining their view on the himbo buff boy raph and how they can either “fix him” or “make him worse”.

leo simps ; traumatized beings, it doesnt matter if you’re a cocky and mean in a loving way or a i’ll do anything you say because you’re so great kind of leo simp, you’re traumatized in some sense, whether it be through fiction or real life. you guys lowkey ENJOYED giving ur oc’s or self inserts loads of angst when it came to the future and movie. man, you guys have so much love for this one turtle his ego is literally thru the roof.

donnie simps ; a true simp. let me guess— you like nerdy men who are also queer as hell, who is also straight as hell at the same time, who is also the type of man you’d expect him to do nice things for you to only throw you under the bus. listen up you simps, i understand that the few of you “down down bad” simps are into that and might sans fangirl your way into this— but let me explain and introduce you into the “ilovehimsomuchiwoulddieforhimandhisbigforehead” simps. you’d be an awesome duo trust.

mikey simps ; now i KNOW you guys got something beneath those precious and fluffy oc and self insert moments. there has gotta be SOME SORT OF EVIL ANGST AND TWISTY MOMENT YOU GOT GOING ON— much more worse than the leo trauma, FARTHER WORSE— teehee you guys got such a cute puppylove selfship going on teehee 😊😊WELL WHABAM!! the moment mikey gets his mystic powers n angsty moment in the movie out comes the freaking angst beast and comfort waves following behind it >:))))

— 🖼️🗝️ (guess whooo 🙃🙃🙃)

Not me looking at the way you signed and going "Who's Keyframe?" I AM HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME FIGURING THIS ONE OUT.

Also, I love psychoanalyzing people💖

In my opinion, from what I have seen at least, most Raph simps I've interacted with are like really sweet and anxious people that REALLY NEED A HUG just like my boy Raph.

The Leo simps, as I said earlier, enjoy bullying him so much- and with that I mean, they're most times the kind of people that tease or bully their crush, but they care so much about him and love adding so much depth to his character.

The Donnie simps I know can't drop the color purple for ONE DANG SECOND, the color is everywhere all the time all at once, they seem very curious and are some of the ones that I see the most active in the fandom.

And Mikey simps are freaking wild, one minute they're the sweetest and the next they're jumping around the walls and scaring you, I love those.

*Sips on coffee, staring at the cages*

Ah yes, what a wonderful and interesting set of specimens.

[lurkingindoorways]

Congrats to tmagp 25 for being the first Magnus episode I couldn’t listen to the entire statement of…ah food trauma, gotta love ya

[socra-time]

Socra’s Naruto liveblog, Ep 51-60

Ep 51:

-I really like Team 10 actually

-Choji’s human ball attack looks so slow lmao, the animation probably doesn’t do it justice

-welp rip Choji

-I can’t really take Kabuto seriously, idk why but I think it’s because his character design is so… underwhelming? Like his outfit is lame-looking (yes, I know it’s because he’s a spy or whatever) and he lacks any kind of intimidating or mysterious aura

-I fully believe that Naruto would get stomped by any one of the others who made it to the third round (except Dosu and maaaaybe Shikamaru depending on how hard he tries. Oh and also Temari because from what I’ve seen so far, I don’t believe the writer would let Naruto lose to a girl). I already know Naruto beats Neji, but I’m expecting a MAJOR asspull for that to happen

-Naruto says that Gaara took down Lee “without breaking a sweat”, which is like objectively untrue. Gaara definitely broke a sweat. He literally broke his fucking FACE

-oh my fucking god Konohamaru’s trainer is back???? I thought he was a one-off character lol

Ep 52:

-Kakashi I love you but the bar for being a better teacher than you isn’t that high

-Ebisu’s pompous-ass voice is so funny, it kinda reminds me of James from Team Rocket

-also Ebisu’s explanation of Naruto’s lack of chakra control has made me wonder again how the fuck Naruto mastered Shadow Clone jutsu in the first place. Like I get that he has inhuman levels of chakra, but that doesn’t matter if he doesn’t properly know what to do with it, right?????

Ep 53:

-d-did Naruto just stick his fingers up Ebisu’s butt

-we stan Naruto calling Jiraiya out on his bullshit

-I do like Jiraiya’s voice tho

-rip Ebisu

-instead of making a hundred comments about Jiraiya’s perviness, I’m just gonna say this: ew.

-oh Naruto you sweet innocent child

-NEVERMIND JIRAIYA GOT WORSE EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

-I never want to see the fucking sexy jutsu ever again, Jesus fucking Christ

-so I realize that Naruto’s seal isn’t always visible, but how the hell did he never notice and question it before he was told about having the Nine Tails within him

Ep 54:

-oh Dosu is attacking Gaara? Yeah Dosu is about to die isn’t he

-Gaara’s voice is extra edgy in this episode lmao

-aaaaand Dosu is dead. Bro fucked around and found out

-I still can’t take Kabuto seriously as a villain

-damn shit is getting real

-I am so fucking uncomfy with these Jiraiya scenes

-Naruto summoning a tadpole was kinda funny ngl

Ep 55:

-literally all of Team 7 needs to go to mandatory therapy, INCLUDING Kakashi

-I love that Sakura is fully supportive of Lee after he defended her in the Forest of Death; her buying him a flower along with Sasuke was nice

-I’m not a fan of Ino’s bun

-Lee my poor sonnnnnn

-see Naruto and Jiraiya’s dynamic has funny moments sometimes but it’s hard to enjoy them with all the pervy shit thrown in

Ep 56:

-watching this is making me crave ramen

-Naruto going like 👉👈🥺 was really cute

-Jiraiya says that Naruto’s body is “too small a vessel” to contain the Nine Tails’s chakra, almost like they SHOULDN’T HAVE SEALED IT IN A FUCKING BABY

-I feel like we’re supposed to like the Hokage, which is making me doubt my distrust of him

Ep 57:

-I like the big toad’s voice

-ah yes gotta love having ninja child soldiers

-Naruto was gremlining so hard at the end of this episode lol

Ep 58:

-why is Gaara turning this episode into a whole-ass horror movie

-Naruto saying he has a demon inside him as a show of power while threatening GAARA of all people was pretty ironic

-Gaara really is just trauma dumping all over the place

-Naruto basically instantly recognizing the tragedy of Gaara’s situation speaks a lot to his empathy and was a surprisingly mature moment for him

Ep 59:

-I want ramen so baddddd

-I don’t know what Shikamaru’s mom looks like but her genes didn’t even try

-also shoutout to Ino’s dad and his slay-ass ponytail

-Naruto please learn some tact

-Akamaru continues to be the cutest little bean

-I feel like they only included the Konohamaru side quest to pad out this episode’s runtime

Ep 60:

-I’m glad that Kiba, Ino, and Sakura all don’t seem too bummed about the results of their preliminary matches

-welp Naruto is fucking pissed

-the Byakugan veins look so painful

-why doesn’t Naruto just summon the giant toad and make it squash Neji

-respectfully Naruto needs to learn another way of fighting besides just “spam clones”

[waihtie]

Back at it. Supernatural watch-through.

Season 1 Episode 10 - Asylum

○ This should be good. Who doesn't love a good asylum episode in a supernatural (genre) show

○ Ah, it's a haunted, abandoned asylum. Love both active and abandoned asylum / institution tropes. I should've known it was gonna be the latter, I remember there being an active one later on.

○ The only text John could muster up was just some damn coordinates.

● "Dad tells us to go somewhere, we're going." Oh Dean, you gotta break that mentality. Sam, good on you. Reoccurring view point from both brothers all season so far. Hurts my heart. Both come from a place of trauma.

○ The brothers PLAYING that officer. Love it.

○ "Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic - Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" 😂

○ I'm watching this on Prime, and it shows trivia about the episode, as well as references. It's helpful bc Dean references a lot of things.

○ I need to know what Sam and that psychiatrist talked about in regards to Sam's issues

○ Dean tells a girl that if she's ever seen a horror movie, then she should know not to enter a haunted asylum. But earlier in the episode, they said that they'd "check if anything happened here" as if that's also not standard horror movie asylum trope. Of course something happened here.

○ Sam's pointing a gun at Dean

● Damn he shot him

● Damn Sam's calling out Dean being "Dad's good little soldier"

● Dean just offered Sam a gun that would actually kill him. Good thinking.

● He told Sam to pull the trigger

● Sam did

● Oh good, it was empty. I thought he was willing to die. I forgot what season I was on.

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[siampie]

Risk and Reward||Chapter 6: I Think He Knows

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Tension rises between you and Matt. That’s it. That’s the chapter. Also, teasing Matt and Reader.

Warnings/tags: No smut but mentions of sex, angst, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, childhood trauma

A/N: Don’t kill me for this, please. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.  

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

Song the title is referring to:

He got my heartbeat

Skipping down 16th avenue

Got that, ah, I mean

Wanna see what’s under that attitude, like

I want you, bless my soul

And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows

I think he knows

You stood outside with Amelia as she was smoking. It wasn’t as chill as it was a few months ago.

“Crazy thought.” You started; Amelia hummed as she glanced back at you. “Would it be crazy if I just grab a handful of Matt’s ass?”

“The hell?” Amelia looked at you, mouth agape.

“Would it?”

“No, it wouldn’t be crazy for you to put your hands on your boyfriend. In that way.” Amelia said slowly. “And really, that's your crazy thought?”

“You’re right, I chose the less crazy one.” You said seriously. “Do you want the real crazy one?”

“Hit me.” Amelia nodded.

“So, I was watching the Walking Dead last night. It was the Terminus arc and I was wondering—would you be willing to eat people in an apocalypse if it meant survival?”

Amelia let out a big exhale, smoke flowing in the air, she turned to you with a deadpan look on her face. “Yep, that’s on brand.”

“So?”

“I’ll do you one better.” She laced her arm with yours as she led you back inside the bar. “Would it be considered cannibalism if you took a bite out of your boyfriend’s ass?”

“Kinky, maybe.” You giggled.

“You thought about it, didn’t you?”

“I’m thinking about it, now.”

You both giggled as you made your way back to your group of friends. You took your seat next to Matt. A boyish grin lighting up his face, he pulled your chair closer to his, before wounding his arm around your waist.

Things had been going well between you and Matt. It has been a month since you officially became a couple. Between lunch and coffee dates, you and Matt spent as much time as possible together, you were practically joined at the hip. Both of you couldn’t get enough of each other.

The giddiness and the butterflies never seemed to leave you. And they only seemed to amplify each and every single time you saw him. You couldn’t read his mind but you hoped he felt the same way. You hoped you had the same effect on him as he had on you.

His calloused hand had found its place on your thigh as the evening went on. His thumb brushed on the inside of your thigh, making it hard for you to focus on the current conversation. Heat pooled at your core. You took in a shaky breath and you saw a cheeky grin bloomed on his face.

“What are you doing?” You leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Nothing.” He answered, faking innocence. His hand moved a little further up.

“Matt,” you said his name in warning.

“What is it I’m doing, sweetheart?”

“Careful, Matthew. Two can play this game.”

“Oh, really?” Matt huffed out a laugh.

You leaned closer, your hand resting high on his thigh. You gave it a light squeeze. “Really.” You smirked, pulling away, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His fingers flexing against your own thigh.

You stood in the corner next to Marci as the rest of your group were playing pool. Your eyes had inevitably found Matt’s wonderful ass. He was bent over, giving you a clear view. The best so far in the bar. And tried as you may, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from it. Marci bumped into you, bringing you back to the one-sided conversation she’d been having for the past few minutes.

“You’re staring.” She teased you.

You glanced quickly away from him. “No, I’m not.” You took a sip from your beer.

“Liar.” Marci scoffed. “There’s no harm in you appreciating your man’s ass.”

Heat gathered to your ears as your eyes made contact with Matt over the pool table. A boyish smile gracing his lips. “Stop. I wasn’t staring. I was—admiring the view.”

Matt’s grin widened at your words as Foggy led him around the table to the cue ball. He leant over the table, jutting his hips out, giving you a better view of his beautiful ass. The gesture gave you pause, though. If you didn’t know any better, you’d thought he would have heard you from across the room. But that couldn’t be. He and Foggy were too far away for them to hear your conversation. Still, it seemed as though he was doing this on purpose.

“I have no doubt about that.” Marci smirked at you.

“Oh, shut up.” You huffed out a laugh.

A game of pool later, Matt was sitting next to you while the rest of you was engage in another game. You were highly aware of his thigh pressed against yours as his fingers kept on brushing back and forth on the back of your neck. You let out a shaky breath, crossing your legs, a feeble attempt to create any kind of friction to ease your heated core.

“You sure you don’t want to play?” Matt questioned playfully.

“I wouldn’t know how.” You replied, shifting in your seat.

“I can teach you.” He offered, turning slightly to face you.

“Maybe another time.”

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s not that hard.” He said in a sultry voice. His left hand came to rest on your knee, his fingers brushing against the back of your knee.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to bent me over the table, aren’t you?” You tried to make yourself sound sexy. As you pronounced those words, you let your fingers run up and down his forearm.

You leaned in and kissed his nose, then his cheek, before pressing the last one on his lips. Your left hand had moved to his thigh, hidden from view, you slowly trailed it higher, inching closer to his crotch. His hand circled around your wrist.

“Careful, sweetheart, don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice huskier than before.

“Who said anything about not finishing?” You shot back.

His hand left your wrist, moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. A boyish grin made its way onto his face, “I like that side of you.”

“You do?”

His nose brushed against yours as he leaned in. “I can’t wait to see more of it.” He pressed his mouth against yours.

“That’s enough, you two.” Amelia dropped in the seat next to you. “We get it, okay. You’re horny for each other.”

“Amelia,” you whined, your ears and cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“What?” Amelia shrugged. “I’m only stating facts, am I not?”

Karen sat down next to her, Foggy and Marci joining your small group. “I agree with her.” Marci remarked. “You two are all over each other.”

Your entire face flushed, heat spreading through it. Now, you were mortified. Did they have to be so open about it? Sure, you and Matt had been focused on each other all night, but it wasn’t a bad thing, was it? You started to pull away from Matt, his grip on your knee tightened, stopping you from moving too far from him.  

“Alright, guys, I’m calling it a night.” Karen announced as she got up, sliding her arms in her coat.

“Yeah, we’re right behind you.” Foggy nodded.

“Karen, you wanna share a cab?” Amelia suggested.

“Yeah,” Karen shook her head yes.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, kids.” Foggy said as he and Marci started out of the bar, she sent you a quick wave, and a sly wink.

Karen and Amelia both left together waving you goodbye. You and Matt were on the sidewalk as you watched both women get into the cab. Matt’s hand slid in yours, making you turn to face him. His free hand came up to cup your jaw.

“I don’t want the night to end just, yet.” He said softly.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked him, in the same tone.

“Well, we could finish that little game you started?” He gave you a cheeky grin;

“I wasn’t the one who started it, if I recall correctly.” You teased back.

He huffed out a laugh. “And if I remember correctly you did talk about finishing it.”

Your face flushed in response, his sultry voice sending shivers down your spine, “how do you propose we do this?” You questioned breathless.

He gazed down at you, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “I have a few ideas.”  The boyish grin morphed into a soft smile. “Would you like to come back to my place?”

You nodded. “I’d like that,” your voice barely above a whisper. He laid a soft kiss on your lips, before pulling away, both of you walking to his place.

It was quiet between you on the way there. You wanted this; you really did but you were also growing nervous. You had some apprehensions regarding physical intimacy with Matt. Physical intimacy, sexual intercourse had been quite a miss for you. You had never really had a good experience when it came to sex. Mostly because most of your sexual experience happened quite late in life, later than most people. It wasn’t that you were a late bloomer. It was more because of a lack of opportunities.

As your father’s primary caretaker, you didn’t have a lot of occasions to go out. And if you did, it would be rubbed in your face for months while he berated you, calling you ungrateful. It didn’t matter that it was the only outing you had in months. He would remind you of this, in every fight, in the months that followed. So, of course, there were not many opportunities for you to date or have sex.

After your brother stepped in and took your father in, you did go out more before moving to Hell’s Kitchen. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. And since moving to Hell’s Kitchen, you only had a one-night stand, that didn’t exactly go well. You were not even sure that it deserved the name of a one-night stand.

You started to think that since you had never reached orgasm during sex, that maybe something was wrong with you. Maybe, you were broken in some ways. You knew you could get there, after all you were no stranger to masturbation. Still, sexual intercourse didn’t really do it for you so far.

But never stopped you from trying, though.

You stepped into his apartment after him and stood in his entry awkwardly as he shut the door behind you. You had been to his apartment before, but he was never just the two of you. This was the very first time that it was just you and him. You walked into his living room, after him, shedding your coat. He moved into his kitchen as you draped your coat on the arm of his leather couch, the neon sign lighting up the room.

“Do you want to drink anything?”

You dropped your bag next to your feet, “no, not really.”

Breathing had become hard suddenly. You clasped your hands together, in an attempt to calm your nerves. Matt came back with a glass of water, placing it on the coffee table. He took off his red tinted shades and left them on the table, giving a clear view of his eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight.” Matt said softly.

“I know, it’s just—” You let out a shaky breath, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I want this,” you shifted, angling yourself to face him. Your knee bumped into his.

You wanted to tell him the truth, be honest. Let him know that although you were by no means a virgin, you had not had a lot of experiences when it came to sex. Matt was a handsome man and you were sure that he had been with a lot of women before.

“There hasn’t been anyone in a while, anyone that mattered.” He admitted quietly, his calloused hand reached for your knee, squeezing it gently. “Truth is, I’m nervous too.”

You placed your hand over his, turning his palm up so you could place your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. “I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to this sort of—intimacy.” You finally confessed, “and I’m afraid that you can’t help but compare me to others. Because if you do, you might be disappointed. And I don’t want you to be.”

He pulled your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. “I won’t.” He tugged you towards him, closing the small gap between you. You landed in his lap, straddling him, your hips hovering over his. His hands moved to your hips, yours laid on his shoulders. “You call the shots. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, we stop.”

“That’s the sexiest thing I ever heard,” you sounded breathless. You sank down onto his lap, his grip on your hips a little tighter. You bit down your bottom lip, stifling a moan, as heat spread through your nether regions.

His hands palmed your ass through your dress, a groan rumbled through his chest, as his head fell back against the back of the couch. “Just tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“You.” You leaned in, your lips barely brushing his. “Only you.”

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[evervigilantnightshade]

Guarded - Part 3

Reader is stubborn, sassy, and has a past filled with trauma. Joel new to Jackson is dealing with his past and is struggling to deal with his new life. They meet and can't stand each other, yet there's something under all their banter neither can deny.

Reader x Joel Miller

MDNI

Warnings: Typical canon violence, swearing, horny thoughts

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The week flew by and Y/N had managed to at least patch the fence in the main paddock. Building the new enclosure would take a lot more time but for now they had the barn. She hadn’t seen Joel all week but Ellie had been by to hang out with Gracey, the two of them becoming fast friends. 

Now it was the day before she was supposed to go hunting and Y/N was currently begrudgingly making her way over to Joel’s place to tell him what the plan was. She was making a mental note of all the things she wanted to tell Joel but she was uneasy and nervous. 

It had been about six years since she had a partner go hunting with her, a man named Theo that Tommy told her was an experienced hunter and a good man. They went out on a hunt and got cornered by raiders. It ended very badly for both of them. 

She reached up and rubbed her neck where the scar sat just under her chin and ran along the base of her jawline. She alway wore her hair down and tended to keep her head tilted slightly downward to hide it. She would occasionally wear a scarf if she knew she was going to be around a lot of people but having something around the front of her neck now caused her to instantly panic and it didn’t last long. 

She tried to tell herself that Tommy wouldn’t do that to her again but she still wasn’t happy with this arrangement. She didn’t know Joel and she was expected to put her life in his hands. Again she reminded herself that Tommy trusted him and that should be good enough. 

Tommy trusted Theo too. The thought entered her mind and she had to stop and lean against a tree to catch her breath. 

“Get your shit together.” She chidded herself and stepped away from the tree. 

She walked a bit further and was standing in front of Joel’s place. She was about to knock on the door when she heard raised voices inside. She froze and listened to what was being said. 

“This is a terrible fucking idea and I’m not doing it.” Joel’s voice filled her ears. 

“You ARE doing this because this is what is needed of you. We’ve given you time to settle and now it’s time to pitch in. And pitching in right now means going on a hunt with Y/N. End of story.” She instantly recognized Tommy’s voice. 

“She’s insane Tommy. She tried to bite me!” 

Y/N almost laughed out loud and had to clap her hand over her mouth. 

“You put your finger on her mouth! What did you expect?” 

“For her to shut the hell up for five seconds.” 

“Just saying, you kind of deserved it.” 

“She's so mouthy too. Always has a smartass comment. I think she’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” 

“Yeah well you’re no picnic yourself. Maybe if you give her a chance you’ll see she’s actually a pretty awesome person.” 

Y/N couldn’t see anything but she could hear something slam down on a counter. 

“Listen,” Tommy continued “She’s been through a lot. And I know we all have but there’s something you should know. The last time we partnered her…” 

Oh hell no. No way Tommy was going to tell him. Y/N’s knuckles rapped on the door hard. 

She could hear Joel’s heavy footsteps and then he opened the door roughly. 

“Hey, came by to go over tomorrow.” 

“I mean I guess come on in. It’s a real party in here.” Joel said exasperated. 

“Sounded like it.” Y/N walked into the house 

Tommy looked over at her sheepishly and she glared at him. 

“I should go.” Tommy said and made his way over to the door passing Y/N as he went. “Sorry” he whispered to her. 

“Not ok Tommy.” 

After he had stepped outside Joel slammed the door, stalked past Y/N into the kitchen and she followed. 

“Ah siblings. Gotta love em.” 

Joel just stared at her and she stared right back. 

“Alright listen Y/N” 

She hated the way her body reacted to him saying her name. 

“Neither of us like this but it looks like we don’t have a choice. So in order for this to go smoothly we’re going to have to have some ground rules here. First.” 

“Whoa I’m going to stop you right there cowboy. You are not in charge of this rodeo. I am. Now I’ll go easy on you because I can tell this is your first time…” 

She paused and bit her lip seductively and he hated her for how it made his cock twitch. 

“being told what to do but you’re going to listen to what I tell you and you’re going to obey my rules. Understood?” 

He clenched his fists at his side. 

“Now tomorrow, meet me at the main gate. I assume I don’t have to tell you to dress warm, good footwear and all that. Pack for at least six days on the road. I want to be back in four but shit happens. I’ll handle food and water. And don’t smell good.” 

“Don’t smell good?” He asked, confused. That caught him off guard.  

“Yeah like you did at Maria and Tommys.”

For the first time ever he saw her blush slightly. 

“I wasn’t exactly wearing cologne darlin.” 

“Listen I don’t know what you did or whatever but don’t do it again.” 

“Got it, don’t shower and run five times around the block.” 

She laughed and for the first time it sounded genuine and unguarded. 

“Perfect.”

“Why are we meeting at the gate and not the stables?” He asked, relaxing slightly. 

“Oh I don’t use horses when I hunt. If all goes well we’ll have a full load to bring back again and it’s too much weight for them. Also the prey gets a little spooked when they hear or smell them. We take the quad.”

“Just one quad?” 

“Yeah, you can be my little ATV backpack and I won’t mind if you’re a little handsy.” She winked at him and he took a deep breath. 

“You have got to stop doing that if this is going to work.” He said his voice low 

“Doing what?” She smirked at him

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” 

“Listen loverboy…” 

He was on her in three strides and she backed up so she was against the wall. He had her pinned, his hands on both sides of her head. For a moment he thought he saw fear in her eyes.

“Joel.” He growled

She relaxed and smirked at him while she arched her back slightly. His eyes turned dark 

“My name’s Joel. Not loverboy, not big boy, not cowboy. Joel. Say it.” 

She straightened her back and took a step forward so they were inches apart however she only lifted her head slightly and looked up at him through her thick lashes.  

“Now why on earth would I do that when not saying it makes you so damn mad.” 

He brought his hand over to tilt her chin up and make her look direct at him but she reached up and grabbed his wrist squeezing it hard. 

“We’re done here.”

She pushed past him and stormed out the door leaving Joel to wonder what line was crossed.  

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The next morning Joel woke up early and grabbed his bag and thermos, heading out his door. Tommy was waiting for him on his porch. 

“Making sure you go.” Was all he said. 

They walked for a bit in silence. Joel started mentally checking to make sure he had everything. Thinking about what Y/N said about smelling good he leaned his head over and sniffed his arm. 

“What are you doing?” Tommy asked amused

“Do I smell good?” 

“Brother I’m not smelling you.” 

“No but can you smell me from there? Do I smell good?” 

“Are you trying to smell good for Y/N?” Amusement filled Tommy’s voice. 

“Just, nevermind.” 

They walked again in silence and then Joel spoke up again. 

“What’s a backpack?” 

“Are you losing it old man?” 

“No.” He stopped walking and huffed. “Yesterday Y/N said I could be her ATV backpack.” 

Tommy started laughing so hard he had to put his hands on his knees. 

“Oh lord she’s going to eat you alive.” 

“Not amused Tommy. What does it mean?”

“It’s the rider on the back of a motorcycle. They call it that because the person is behind them, holding on kinda like a backpack. It’s usually what biker guys call their girlfriends.” 

“Jesus Christ.” 

They started walking again and Tommy chuckled. 

“Any other questions?” 

He thought back to her reaction when he was about to grab her chin. 

“What happened to her, when you sent her out last with a partner?” 

“It’s not really my place to tell you. She would actually get pretty pissed off at me if I did.” 

“You gotta tell me something. Being out there is about trusting the other person to watch your back. I should know if that’s going to be an issue.” 

Tommy sighed and then looked around them. 

“Fine. There was this guy in the community named Theo. He was maybe early forties. He’d been here for a while before Y/N and the girls showed up. Y/N had been hunting while they were on the outside and volunteered to do the same here. I partnered her with Theo because he was also a hunter, figured he could show her around the area. They came across some raiders, Theo kicked Y/N in the knee and took her down trying to buy himself some time to get away. The only good thing he did was send off the red flares we use to let others know we are in trouble. By the time we got out and found her she was in rough shape. Honestly I’m surprised she survived.”

“Fuck.” Joel said now seeing why she was so adamantly against a partner. “What happened to him?”

“Theo? They caught up to him not long after they took Y/N. He didn’t last long with them.” 

“Good. Is that why she doesn’t like her face being touched?”

“Like you did at our place? I mean you put your finger in her mouth, no one would like that.” 

“I didn’t put it in her mouth. And no, there was a moment yesterday when I went to touch her chin and she got mad.” 

“Why do you keep touching her face?!” 

“I don’t know, it was working in the moment.” 

“Obviously not. Just stop. My god what’s gotten into you. Why are you so weird with her?” 

“I don’t know, ok. She drives me insane and she pushes me to the edge of wanting to murder her but then she flirts with me and something in me takes over. She’s not scared of me like everyone else in town is and she actually looks me in the eyes. She… she confused me.” 

“That’s not a path you should take. It’ll just confuse you more. Concentrate on being her friend or just an acquaintance, nothing more. The flirting is harmless, she does it with everyone.” 

“I’m not exactly looking for a wife here Tommy. I’m not some love sick loser.” 

“Good because she would break your heart. Just keep it simple with her, that’s all I’m saying. She’s got baggage just like the rest of us.” 

Joel could hear the serious tone in Tommy’s voice so he nodded and left it at that. 

They arrived at the gate shortly after to see an older man with grey hair and a frown on his face standing over the trailer of Y/N’s ATV and a pair of legs sticking out from under it with tools spread out beside them. 

“Earl, it’s a goddamn mess under here, you said you fixed the struts.” They heard Y/N’s voice scold the man standing above her. 

“I did fix them.” Earl said exasperated. 

“Yeah? Then why’s she bouncing around like a baby on a jerky knee.” 

“I’m proud of you, that was pretty tame compared to what I would expect to come out of your mouth. And it’s your fault, I can only do so much. You ride it too hard.”

“Haven’t had any complaints so far.” 

“There she is.” Earl chuckled. 

“Everything alright down there?” Tommy asked as he knelt down beside where Y/N was laying

“Well Earl here isn’t getting the pelts he asked me for because I’m just doing all the work myself. But other than that yeah it’s great.” 

“I did fix it! Jesus Christ woman. I can’t deal with this.” 

“Calm your balls. I just have too…” They heard a loud ‘tink’ sound “There!” 

 She squirmed out from under the trailer and Earl handed her a cloth. She wiped her hands off and glanced over at Joel. 

“Get your laps in?” 

“Changed my mind, went and rolled around in the barn a bit instead.”

“A roll in the hay? Should’ve invited me. Although thinking about you rolling around in the hay alone is pretty hot too.” She winked at him.

Both Tommy and Joel turned red at that. 

“Y/N, about those pelts. I really need them, I’m getting Lonnie to make Ruth a coat for Christmas.” 

“Relax Earl. I’ll still give you the pelts. I’m a bitch but not that much of one. And I always pay, no matter the quality of work.” 

“You’re lucky I still do anything for you at all.” 

“It’s because you love me and think the world of me right?” 

He sighed and nodded his head. She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek making him blush. 

“Alright be safe on your hunt.” 

“Always.” 

He looked over at Joel then and looked him up and down. 

“You take care of her out there.” His voice was stern and Joel nodded. 

“Ok Miller, let’s get a move on.” 

“Miller huh?” 

“Yeah well I figured it was a good compromise. I can switch back to my normal approach and filter through nicknames until I find one that really gets you going. You know, like Stud muffin… Paul Bunyan… Daddy.”  

“Don’t.” Joel spit out before he could stop himself and Y/N laughed

“You make it too easy, it's almost unfair. Thought you were going to be a challenge Miller. How disappointing.” 

She walked away to the quad and Joel looked at Tommy with his arms crossed over his chest. Tommy sighed 

“Ok yes she seems to be a bit more aggressive with you than others but I stand by what I said. She’s just flirting harmlessly. Get through this trip and we’ll talk after that.”

Joel sighed, he just had to make it through the next four days. He could do that. 

“Ellie should be off school at three, then she’ll come straight over to you and Maria’s. Just make sure she does her homework and all that.” 

“She’ll be fine Joel. Now I gotta go Maria’s ready to pop and I don’t like being away from her for too long.” 

Joel watched him walk away to delay the inevitable of dealing with Y/N.  She was so off putting, vulgar, sassy and goddamn did she make his cock hard. He made his way over to the quad where a large white dog was laying in a metal basket on the back of the quad. 

“This is Cloud. She’ll be with us this trip. Just hold out your hand, let her sniff it and you two will be good.” 

“Didn’t know you’d be bringing one of your mutts with us.” 

“Don’t.” She snapped. “I trust her more than you and know she’ll have my back no matter what. So yeah she’s coming. And don’t call them mutts again.” 

“Relax, I didn’t mean any offense.” 

“Just introduce yourself to the dog please.” 

Y/N could feel her anxiety creeping up. She was already exhausted with Joel and they hadn’t even left yet. She had no clue how she was going to keep this up for the next four days. She usually treasured the time she spent alone outside of the walls. It’s where she got to let go of the facade she held onto when she was in Jackson.  

Right after the incident with the raiders everyone treated her like she was made of glass. It made her want to scream which she was unable to. Not being able to speak, made it so much worse. The injury to her neck took almost a whole year to heal and during that time she had to deal with looks of pity, constant attention and overall guilt from the community for not knowing that Theo would do something like that. 

She was so angry during that year that she tried to hide away, she was frustrated not being able to communicate and was devastated when the first time she tried to go hunting again she had a complete breakdown and ended up in bed for three days crying silently. 

Eventually though she pushed herself outside the walls, needing to conquer her fears. She found a book on sign language and used it to communicate to the only people she allowed near her during this time, her found family. Olivia, Gracey, Camila, Momma Jo, Maria and Tommy. 

They were the only ones that she wanted to be around and she pushed everyone else away. When she eventually was able to talk again she had a hard time integrating back into the community. As a defence mechanism she became sarcastic, sassy and it worked for her. Her circle grew but those she wanted to stay away, she would be extra obnoxious with them and they eventually got the point and moved on. It was something she had used on the raiders too. 

She had hoped if she was obnoxious, brash, egged them on they would end it faster. They tried to of course take her. Pinning her down, grabbing at her. But she fought back biting anyone who was close enough and after a few broken noses, a couple of kicks to the balls and an ear being bitten off they settled for beating her nearly to death. She thought that would be it they would kill her and it would be over. She was far from wrong. 

She looked over at Joel who was now petting Cloud and her heart started beating faster. She hadn’t gone out with anyone since Theo and of all people to be partnered with it was Joel. As soon as she saw him she knew he’d be trouble for her. After disarming him when she saw he was protecting Ellie she forgave him for trying to hurt Hera. She took a moment to look him over as he berated her and goddamn he was hot. His face was red with anger, his muscles tight as hell, even the way he stood was angry. She was instantly attracted to him and she felt guilty.

She’d been attracted to people over the years of course, enough to sleep with them at least but what she felt for Joel was different. It was stronger than anything she’d felt before and it scared the shit out of her. So she started laying it on extra thick. She was more obnoxious than she had ever been to anyone in Jackson. But it didn’t deter him, in fact it seemed to spur him on. She’d caught him a few times looking at her like he wanted to throw her on the ground and ravish her, and despite her heart screaming to run, she fucking loved it.  

She figured after the dinner she would just avoid him, then Maria threw them together and she wasn’t sure how to keep herself in check for four days. Maybe if they fucked it would get it out of her system and she would be able to move on. It was a dangerous path though, what if it only made it worse. 

She ran her hands over her face and groaned. Beside her she felt a tap on her shoulder and she removed her hands and tilted her head to side seeing not Joel but Adam. Fuck. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey you ok?” He had a look of concern on his face. 

“Yeah, just anxious to get out. You know how I get.” 

“I do. That’s why I came to see you off.” 

She smiled at him. He wasn’t a bad guy. He treated her nice, and seemed to really like her. He was gentle, soft. The complete opposite of Joel. Despite everything he was still a good friend. 

“I appreciate it. Maybe when I get back we can go for that drink.” 

“I’d like that.” Adam smiled and put his hands in his pockets as he glanced over at Joel. “So you’re stuck with him huh.” 

“Maria insisted I go out with someone for now because of the increase in raider activity.” 

“Are you ok with it?” 

Adam knew what Theo had done and how much the thought of going out again with someone would upset her. 

“It’s fine. It’s only four days.” 

“Ok well be safe please.” 

He had ducked down to make eye contact and she smiled appreciating that he actually knew her better than she thought. 

“I will.” 

She leaned forward and gave him a hug and his big arms enveloped her. 

“Are we doing this or what?” Joel’s harsh voice cut into her nerves. 

Adam pulled back and then blushed. 

“I’ll see you when you get back.” 

After he was gone Y/N turned to Joel. 

“You jealous loverboy?” 

He hated how she called him out. 

“Not even a little.” 

“So you’re just eager to spend some alone time with me then. I get it, say no more.” 

“You’re infuriating.” 

“And yet, you still give me bedroom eyes.” 

 “Jesus Christ can we just go please.” 

Y/N went over to the trailer and pulled out two helmets. Joel looked at them and cocked his head. 

“What, you drive just as insane as you act?” 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it nice and slow for you. Ease you into it.” 

“I prefer fast and hard.” 

Of course he did. The thought almost made her moan. Instead she smirked and then handed him the helmet. 

“It’s windy, cold, bugs and there’s coms in them so we can talk.” 

“Are the coms optional?” 

“Nope, I specifically made sure to grab these ones so we can talk and talk and talk all the way to our first stop.” 

She stood by the quad and motioned for him to get on first. He put on the helmet and climbed onto the quad, trying to lean back as far as possible. The issue was that with Cloud’s basket there wasn’t anywhere to really hold on to. 

Y/N reached up under his helmet and started doing up the straps. He felt her fingers brush across the neck of his skin and it took everything in him to not shiver. She then reached to the back of the helmet and turned on a switch before throwing on her helmet and turning her switch on. Joel was going to ask her if she needed help with her straps but then remembered what Tommy told him and kept his hands to himself. 

She got on the quad and Joel was less than pleased at how close they were. 

“Ok put your arms around my waist.” Her voice filled his ears. 

“I’m good.” 

She shook her head and motioned for the guys to open the gate. Once it was opened she slammed on the gas causing Joel to fly back into Cloud’s basket and then she slammed on the brakes making him fly forward into her back. 

“I said put your arms around my waist.” 

A string of curse words left his mouth and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist leaving a bit of room between their bodies. Y/N though grabbed his hand and wrapped his arms tighter and then patted them. Their bodies were flush together and Joel was praying with all his might that he didn’t get a hard on. He couldn’t help but notice she smelled like lavender and citrus.

“Good, keep them like that. If you need anything, say so.” 

She started driving again but this time she started slowly and picked up speed. 

“It’s going to take a couple of hours to get to our first stop so just relax and enjoy the ride.” 

After about an hour Joel realized she was right about the helmets. It was cold and the wind was causing it to seep into his bones. His hands, being exposed, were freezing and he tried to discreetly move them together to try and warm them. He must not have done a good job because Y/N put her hand on top of his and realized what he was doing. 

“Shit sorry, didn’t realize you weren’t wearing gloves.” 

“It’s ok, should've worn some.”

“Yeah but I bet they’re freezing. Do you have some in your bag?” 

“Yeah but I wouldn’t know where.” 

She slowed down the quad to a stop and then took off her gloves and grabbed his hands. For a moment he thought she was going to offer him her gloves but instead she did something that shocked him. 

“Don’t make this weird or anything.” 

She moved his hands under her shirt, placing them on the skin of stomach. He was about to protest but the warmth of her skin felt so good he decided not too. She then put her gloves back on and started driving again. After Joel got feeling back in his fingers he could feel her soft skin. He had been moving his fingers around her skin searching for new sources of warmth and he didn’t see an issue with continuing to do so. That was until his body started reacting. He didn’t want to lose the warmth so he decided he needed to distract himself. 

“Wouldn’t your boyfriend have a problem with this?” 

“Adam isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t do relationships.” She wanted to ‘anymore’ but stopped herself 

“Does he know that?” 

Y/N laughed and nodded her head. 

“That’s fair. Yeah I’ve told him but he keeps coming back. Don’t know why.”

“I do.” 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Y/N was quiet for a moment and he screamed internally. Why did she do this to him? Why was he like this around her? He was suddenly hit by what he said and the fact that his hands were sitting on the bare skin of her soft stomach. He started pulling them away but she grabbed his hands and stopped him. 

“Watch it Miller, that was actually a nice thing you just said there.” Her voice was soft, not mocking. 

“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He said softly.  

“Of course.”

When she said that she had turned her head slightly and Joel caught a glimpse of a scar just below her jaw line. It was quick but he saw the red scarred skin. He knew it went further around her neck and his arms tightened around her. He wondered where she’d gotten it. Was it from her time with the raiders or did it happen before. Whenever she’d gotten it he knew she had suffered and that made his chest tight. 

“What’s up?” She asked and he realized how tightly he was squeezing her. 

The pieces all fell into place now. How she always wore her hair down, how her head was always tipped just a bit downwards. How she didn’t like it when she tried to tilt her chin up. His stomach sank. 

“Nothing, I’m sorry.” 

She was quiet for a moment and then her words came out tight and clipped. 

“We’ll be there in about an hour. I’m sure your hands are warm now right?” 

He removed his hands from under her shirt as an answer and placed them over her jacket. The tension between them was now thick and Joel silently cursed himself, started thinking of how he could fix this new disaster. 

[captainjacklyn]

Love, Love, Love Part 2-ish

A/N : continuation of this and this, hope you liked the first part because I'm on an absolute roll. To all those waiting for a continuation of many of my series, I am so sorry. I'm serious guys pls forgive me I know it's been a really long time since and I still need to finish other requests I started.

Context : Rollo gets transferred to NRC for a few months, The Headmaster decides that he would be staying at Ramshackle Dorm much to Malleus' dismay (along with grim and the first years who are aware of the truth). Yuu doesn't find it nice either but with time they allow the third year to open up to them, eventually growing mutual respect for one another, perhaps some friendship..and a bit more.

Warning(s) : fluff, mostly crack, hints of rollo liking Yuu, this is a continuation of some sort to my joke so pls understand that it isn't from the beginning, Rollo might be OOC he's just scared of Yuu, they/them pronouns for Prefect, the first years who weren't present in glorious masquerade find out and try to push rollo away. (it doesn't work) is this stolen from peter rabbit ? Yes. Most. but not all of it.

The story starts...now ?

Something suspicious was stirring around the 'relationship' between Yuu and the strange newcomer. At least it looked like it to their close friends who were already bitter about the idea of that religious trauma-induced student coming but even more so when that horrible influence hung around their prefect.

It wasn't as if they didn't trust Yuu, they didn't trust him ! He was being all close with their mom friend pal, knowing what he did, they weren't going to stand around and do nothing. They're gonna do something about it, about him.

It all began the day the Adeuce duo and Epel witnessed Yuu casually speaking with grey haired priest and HE WAS SMILING?! OH HELL NAH GET YOUR EYEBALLS OFF OF THEM- but truly they misunderstood, for now at least, since most of the resident's interactions regarded around Yuu, threatening Flamm..Of ripping his guts out.

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"Ace, Deuce!" Grim shouted through the halls as he ran towards them, the both of them turned around to see the raccoon panting and wheezing from his sprint. "Hey there Grim- Woah what was that?~ You trynna imitate being a cheetah now?" Ace teased, his remark making the fire cat retort with a 'hey!' before Deuce stepped in to ask the obvious question. "What's wrong?" forgetting his comeback, Grim immediately switched back to panic mode.

"My Henchman! A-A-And that weird suspicious dude! They're SPENDING TIME TOGETHER AND BEING ALL WEIRD MUSHY LOOKING!" He exclaimed, his revelation shocking the two freshmen who's eyes widened in horror. "What- How?! Didn't prefect say they hated that guy?" Ace sputtered as he tried making sense of the situation, he was a bit confused as to why he was reacting this way but with the amount of braincells left he couldn't care anymore.

"That's what I thought! But this morning I found them- laughing and talking to each other!" he added more fuel to the fire, ace and deuce exchanged concerned glances and spoke in unison. "We gotta get the others."

"Yes !" Grim smiled as he threw a fist in the air. It took a good second for him to realize they didn't say what he thought they would.

"...Wait what- AH!" But he didn't have time to argue as they grabbed him by the neck and made their way to find the others.

Passing through Savannaclaw, Pomefiore and Diasomnia almost felt like an eternity to fetch Jack, Epel and Sebek. Especially the half-fae as he was persistent on the idea of staying by his future king's side during the entire duration of Rollo's stay. After sharing the news, they all bolted to Ramshackle dorm, and there they saw it.

Yuu was having a conversation with the same young man that dropped them down a trap door when they came around for a celebration. The same young man who tried to erase magic forever. And they were speaking like they've been friends for years.

The group of first years were hiding behind a tree, in between the gates of the not-so-abandoned dorm. All of their heads comically poking out to take a peek at the flabbergasting sight. "That's a lot of smiling." Epel commented as he watched the prefect supposedly laugh at something Rollo said. (They weren't, they quite literally started to laugh because of Rollo's genuinely terrified face) "More than before even." he continued, Ace added on with another remark, "They're showing a lot of teeth."

Then, Jack made a very bold statement which earned collective noises of disgust from the rest of the team. "Do you think they like him?" Sebek's face morphed into horror, Grim started gagging, Deuce looked like he was going through fifty existential crisis all at the same time, meanwhile Ace was debating on what he should express. Either way they were all mortified.

"They don't like him, they're just being nice! Yuu is nice all the time, they always smile at us!" the grey monster retorted, denying any further supposition. "Well..not like that." They flipped their heads towards the pair, and Yuu's hand rested on Rollo's shoulder as he chuckled nervously.

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"Could you imagine? You trying to take over the world again? What a joke ! I would bury you alive honestly!" the non-magic student exclaimed as they broke into another loud laughter. Rollo could only nod along a little offended but mostly nervous, "Right yes no that would- that won't ever happen." "Yes because I will actually force-feed you the flowers you tried killing us with."

"😨"

"😄"

Yay. Part 3 coming up soon.