#and don’t get me fucking started on how bad their compressions were

[abrilstevens]

madame web made me cry with laughter three times. and that’s cinema, babes

[b33zlebubz]

That last ask inspired me so how about reader gets REALLY bad migraines and just disappears for the night, missing dinner and then breakfast the next morning. The team goes to investigate!

yet another drabble I wrote under the counter at work oupe

TAGS: unedited, silly shenanigans, fluff, platonic found family, no content warnings RECKLESS ABANDON MASTERLIST

It seems they all suddenly want to pay you a visit and you couldn’t be more annoyed.

All the stress of everything seems to have all caught up to you at once.  With the lights too bright, your stomach attacking your insides, and the invisible band that seems to be continuously tightening around your skull—you’re practically bedridden.  

Slowly, the team begins to notice, and it starts with Price.  You’re not at dinner and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

He figures, at first, you’ve fallen asleep.  You don’t answer the door when he knocks so he leaves you to get some rest—knowing you need it.  He shoots you a text to let you know that him and the others will be busy with briefings and training the rest of the night to which you respond, hours later, explaining your predicament.  

The next day, Gaz is at your door.  His knock is softer than Price’s.  This time, you sigh and answer from your bed.

“What?”  Your voice is gravelly and muffled by the pillow your face is pressed into.

“Heading off-base for breakfast if you wanna come along,” he says, before adding, “Soap and Ghost are with me.”

“I’ll pass.”

There’s muffled whispering on the other side of the door.  British concern and Scottish protest.  Then, Ghost’s voice comes through the door.

“You alright in there, kid?”  

“Fine,”  you answer.  “Sick.”

Deciding not to press, they all decide to leave you alone for the time being—their voices fading to hush whispers as they disappear down the hallway.  You’re quick to sink back into a restless sleep, the uncomfortable cot stiff on your back and the pillow too flat for your neck.  Your peace doesn’t last long, though, because about two hours later you hear another knock.  

You wait for the sound of a voice, or maybe a second knock, but they never come.  Instead, there’s just the shuffle of a bag.

Your curiosity, momentarily, outweighs your pain.

Slowly you get to your feet.  Deciding against the dreaded lightswitch, you grab for your phone and use the light of your lockscreen to guide you to your door.  Then, slowly, you turn the doorknob and peak outside.

Soap is crouched in front of your door.  Surprised, he freezes in the act of placing a plastic bag on the ground—and you both just stare at each other for a moment.  

“What are you doing?”  You ask slowly.

He scoffs.  Instead of leaving the bag on the ground, he tosses it to your chest and you catch it.

“The Captain said you were havin’ migraines,”  he pushes himself to his feet.

“So?”

“So—I know the shit they’ll give you down at the med-bay doesn’t do fuck,”  he gestures to the bag.  “So me and Gaz went and got you shit that does.”

You eye him suspiciously, the very prospect of him doing something nice for you foreign and off-putting.  You’re shocked, to put it simply, after having done nothing but fight with him since you’ve arrived on base.  When you don’t immediately reply, Soap takes a breath.

“Anyway, I have shit to do,” he shoves his hands in his pockets before he turns to leave.  “And you’re welcome.”

You stare after him for a moment, still processing the interaction.  It’s only when he’s sauntered off down the hallway do you retreat back into your room and open the bag, expecting cheap, off-brand Tylenol or maybe some tea.  Instead, what you find causes you to let out an audible sigh of relief.

Excedrin, a water bottle, and a cold compress.  Thank fucking god.

[seoktized]

too far? (s.mt)

pairing: matthew x fem!reader

warnings: smut. somewhat mean dom!matthew, oral (m. receiving), matthew calls reader a slut, unprotected sex, creampie. lmk if i forgot any.

word count: 1.6k (kinda edited sorry for any errors)

a/n: finally done w/ this after putting it off for a month!! hope you all enjoy <3 also thank you to my baby @taeraelicious for inspiring me to finish this 😚

yes, you loved when matthew got jealous because that meant you’d get the best sex of your life.

but maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to tease matthew all night, wearing a short skirt that basically flashed everyone if you bent over, being overly touchy with his best friends or even worse; perching yourself on jiwoong’s lap.

he was furious, but he kept his jealousy hidden because he knew you were doing this on purpose. he knew you loved getting him all worked up in order to bask in the way he’d fuck you later on.

matthew tried to stay calm, but what sent him over the edge was how you had now leaned back against jiwoong’s chest, his hands finding place on your thighs, even going as far as caressing them.

matthew immediately stood up, apologizing to the boys, saying the two of you had to go. he pulled you off jiwoong’s lap, his grip was tighter than normal signaling that your plan had worked.

the drive home was silent, both of his hands were on the steering wheel gripping it tightly. usually he’d have his hand on your thigh or draped across the center console.

did you go too far this time?

he only spoke as he put the car in park, “you’re brave,” he paused for a second, “i want you to listen to me and listen to me carefully because i am not in the mood for your games,” he said turning his head in your direction.

his hand went up to pinch your chin between his fingers, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“if i come inside and you’re not on the bed ready for me, i’ll go to bed and leave you untouched.” his tone was serious, causing shivers to run down your spine.

his hand dropped from your face and he was now facing forward and you took that as a sign to exit the car.

making your way to the door, you felt a little bad for pushing matthew this far, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit excited for the events that would follow.

you unlocked the door and stepped inside, taking off your shoes before walking up the stairs to yours and matthew’s bedroom.

you slipped off your top and your skirt, leaving yourself in the lingerie set you had picked out earlier which happened to be matthew’s favorite set.

hearing your phone buzz on the dresser you walked over to check who it was.

matty <3: you ready?

im coming in.

*one video attached*

your pressed your thighs together as you watched what he sent, it was a video of him palming himself over his jeans.

you heard the front door open and your placed your phone back on the dresser before scrambling back over to the bed, sitting with your legs tucked underneath your thighs.

the bedroom door opened to reveal matthew who had rid himself of his jacket leaving him in a compression shirt that hugged his muscles in the right spots.

matthew smiled a bit, seeing your eyes trail down his arms. he made his way over to the bed before reaching out to stroke your cheek.

“good girl,” he started, his hand suddenly went down to grip your jaw, bringing his face closer to yours.

“too bad you wanna act like a slut when we’re out.” he released your jaw before standing up to pull his shirt off.

though you’ve seen his bare chest many times, he never failed to take your breath away. you reached out to run your hand down his chest but your hand was swatted away.

matthew made a noise of disapproval, “you don’t get to touch me tonight, princess.” he then slipped his jeans off and your eyes immediately went to the bulge in his boxers.

“off the bed,” he ordered, he waited for you to climb off before he continued; “get on your knees.”

you obeyed and sunk down, now being face-to-face with the tent in his boxers.

matthew’s hand laced itself in your hair, pushing your face against his clothed bulge. he continued to rub himself across your face, groaning at the feeling.

“stick your tongue out,” he rasped, smirking when you obeyed.

he placed himself on your tongue, rocking back and forth. the friction from both his boxers and your tongue made him throw his head back with a grunt.

you let one of your hands drop between your legs, rubbing yourself over your panties.

matthew looked divine at this angle, his abs flexing everytime he moved his hips, his bottom lip finding place in between his teeth.

his eyes were now back on you, “move your fuckin’ hand.” he said through gritted teeth.

matthew felt himself growing closer to his peak so he pulled away, leaving you a bit confused.

“don’t wanna come yet.” he simply said.

matthew paused for a minute, his eyes trailing down your awaiting form.

“c’mere.” he said, pulling you to stand up. he sat himself down on the end of the bed, “sit right there on your knees.” he pointed to the floor.

you were a bit worried about what matthew had up his sleeve, but you obliged, sitting down in front of him.

“i don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his boxers, lifting his hips up to push them down to his ankles.

you watched as his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach in the process.

he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking it slowly. matthew winced at the feeling, his hand gripped tighter, now fucking his hand at a slow pace.

you watched intensely wanting nothing more than to reach out and take him in your mouth.

matthew knew what you were thinking. he smirked watching how you ran your tongue across your bottom lip.

“pretty girl wants to touch, hm?” he waited for your response, smiling at how you nodded so eagerly.

“too bad, sluts don’t get what they want.” he spat. you felt tears start to well up in your eyes, wishing you didn’t tease him earlier.

matthew watched your facial expressions carefully. his eyes locked on the tears falling from your eyes, mentally noting that you looked so pretty like this, eyes red and wide, not wanting to miss any movement he made.

his groans rang through your ears, traveling straight to your core. you whined out hoping matthew would let you off the hook this time.

“do you think you deserve to be pleasured, doll?” he tilted his head to the side.

you nodded, “please matty, ‘m sorry for teasing you.”

a wicked smile grew across matthew’s face, “go ahead,”

once he gave you the green light, you pounced on his cock, taking him in your mouth. your tongue slid across the underside of his length. matthew groaned, his hand finding place on your head once again.

“fuck baby- slow down,” he moaned. you didn’t let up though, he’d teased you enough and you weren’t gonna stop now that you got what you wanted.

matthew knew he was going to come soon if you kept sucking him oh so good, so he pulled himself out of your mouth.

“c’mon doll. up on the bed,” he said, you arose from your knees and matthew moved out of the way so you could climb on the bed.

you crawled onto the mattress, pushing your ass out in the air and wiggling it in matthew’s direction. you heard a faint chuckle from behind before there was a dip in the mattress.

matthew ran his hand over the lacy panties you had on before running it down your back, pushing you to arch further.

he stroked himself a few times before running his tip over your clothed heat. he took his time, dragging himself at a slow pace.

“you’re soaking, baby..” he groaned. you whined in response, pushing your ass further in his direction.

“patience, doll, patience. you better be glad i’ve even gotten this far,” he snipped, “thought about leavin’ you like this, guess i still can, hm?”

“please don’t! ‘m sorry” you whimpered, matthew laughed at your desperation.

he pushed your underwear to the side, bending down to get a look at your glistening cunt. matthew groaned at the sight.

“prep or no?” he mumbled.

“just fuck me, matt!” you replied. he obliged and ran his cock over your wetness before pushing into your cunt.

you both moaned in unison at the feeling. matthew paused, relishing in the feeling of your pussy gripping him so tightly.

he bit his lip before sliding out then thrusting in harshly. you lurched forward, a broken moan leaving your lips. matthew gripped your hips, sliding his cock in and out at a ruthless pace.

the force of his thrusts made him hit that spot over and over again, making you scream his name.

“scream my name again—fuck—let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” he said through gritted teeth.

“you are, matt!” you cry, his deep thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“jiwoong couldn’t fuck you this good, huh? only i can right?” he chuckled, “you should’ve saw the way he was lookin’ at you. made me wanna bend you over the table and take you right there.”

“he can’t! only you—shit—only you can fuck me this good!” your hands that were flat on the bed were now gripping the sheets and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you came.

“so fuckin’ tight ‘m gonna cum!” matthew growled before he stilled, shooting his load deep into your pussy.

the room was filled with panting, both of you trying to catch your breath.

matthew pulled out, watching as your mixed juices leaked out of your hole.

you whined in overstimulation before letting your eyes flutter shut.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” he said before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bathroom.

it definitely was a good idea to tease matthew all night long.

[sc0tters]

Wanna Bet | Quinn Hughes

summary: when Quinn tries to put you in your place it lands him in your sheets.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, oral (fem receiving!), p in v, swearing, choking.

word count: 2.51k

authors note: okay I liked this smut like way more than the Luke one from this morning. Quinn with enemies to lovers is something I don’t remember writing before but this was fun so we are gonna allow it.

Seeing Quinn always felt weird to you.

Since the moment you joined the Canucks you two just didn’t seem to get on, the constant bickering was enough to make anyone want to avoid you both. So eventually you both just accepted the fact that you were destined to be colleagues who tolerated each other. It was a silent yet assumed to be mutual agreement.

Yet it seemed that Quinn felt like testing that agreement as you were walking to your car as you were only meant to be working during the first groups practice session. Quinn had been apart of it and with what felt like the worst practice of his life especially after getting the C when you started asking him questions about his performance it only felt like a twist of the knife.

Quinn swore he was seeing red as he was hot on your tail “what the hell was that today y/n?” He spat as the door to the rink shut behind him.

You two were the only ones in the parking lot as you sighed “Quinn I did my job-” you spun around to explain it to him when you realised just how close he was to you.

The hockey player sent you a glare “your job is not to make me look like an idiot.” He pointed out crossing his arms that tightened as he was still in his compression shirt due to the rush he was in to get to you “don’t need to do that when you seem to do it all by yourself.” You flashed him a sarcastic smile as you turned back to your car where your face quickly dropped to a frown.

Quinn furrowed his eyes seeing that you had stopped “you forgotten how to walk to your car or something now?” The boy smirked “forgot to plug my car in.” You pointed out as you walked over to the plug your car into its charging station.

He couldn’t help but laugh “c’mon,” the hockey player motioned to you to follow him “you think I’m going home with you then you’ve got another thing coming Hughes.” Your eyes formed a glare as he walked over to you “princess I hate to be the one to tell you that it’s starting to rain so without me you’re shit out of luck right now.” Quinn’s harsh words made you look up at the sky to see the grey clouds that loomed over Vancouver.

Against your better judgement you nodded “where is your car?” You asked avoiding his smirk not wanting to see him win.

The drive back to your place had been awkward to put it lightly “you know you interviewing me like that was fucked up.” Quinn spoke as you stared at the traffic lights that illuminated a red glow in front of you “Quinn if you can’t handle the truth from me then maybe you need a reality check.” Your words were honest as you pointed your finger at him.

It made the boy scowl “I’m starting to see why Tito turned you down.” The Hughes boy mumbled as he started driving again “what happened between him and I is none of you business!” You groaned as you had helped the Canadian settle into the team when he got traded, and one night he ended up in your bed. The same thing happened twice more before you both agreed to simply be friends.

Quinn took your irritated state as an encouragement to go on “that must have been a bad night for him.” The boy continued driving on as the light changed to green “please I was a great fuck!” You blurted out no longer caring about your desire to have a filter “if anything I feel sorry for the girls that you sleep with.” Your words made the boy tense up as he turned to your apartment building “in fact I don’t think you could even make a girl come.” If you knew the response your words would get then maybe you wouldn’t have said it.

His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he gripped at it “don’t think you’re ready to eat your words.” Quinn confessed as you leaned against the centre console “I think you’re not ready to see that I’m right.” The car almost crashed as the boy kissed your lips.

It was strong as he brought his hand behind your head making sure that you couldn’t pull away “where do I park princess?” The boy asked as a hoot car from the car behind his “just up here.” Your cheeks turned pink as you could still feel his lips against yours.

He slipped his arm through your bags strap as he smiled watching you direct him to the elevator “who would have thought that the way to get you quiet is just by kissing ya?” Quinn cocked his head as your back was pressed against the elevator wall after you pressed the floor number “shut up,” you grumbled placing your hands on his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. His tongue danced over your lip as you moaned letting him slide it into your mouth “sorry,” a voice came from the doors as someone let out an awkward cough. You sent the guy a smile as Quinn pulled away from you. Thankfully you only had to stand there for a mere few minutes before you two got to your floor.

Your apartment door called your name as you dug into your purse to grab your keys when Quinn’s hands went to your waist “Quinn behave.” You pleaded as you felt his head drop to your neck “have I ever told you how much I love this skirt?” Quinn asked letting his lips nip at your neck as his fingers trailed over the shirt skirt “n-no,” you shook your head as you finally got the door open.

The two of you barely got into the apartment before he spun you around “want to see me make you come?” The hockey player smirked as he pushed your body against your door shutting it behind you “don’t think you could.” You tried to remain calm.

Quinn let his lips hover over yours “was gonna take you to your bed.” He confessed as he clicked his tongue “but now I’m going to make you come right here.” Your eyes went wide watching him drop to his knees “like to see you t-try.” Your palms grew sweaty as the hockey player pulled your skirt up revealing your white panties.

He let out a whistle hooking his fingers in either side of your panties “think you knew that you were gonna get fucked tonight.” Quinn pointed out as he let your panties slide down your legs “told Tito to come o-” your words were cut off as Quinn lay his tongue flat against your slit licking a straight line before he practically pecked your clit “not so talkative now are you?” The hockey player smirked setting his tongue back on your clit as he let his two fingers thrust into your cunt.

Your hand slapped over your mouth as the boy comfortably found himself between your legs “let me hear you princess.” Quinn’s words sent shivers up your spine as you looked down to nod.

If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn that he was a starved man as he let his tongue work on you like you were his last meal “shit Quinn.” You groaned forcing your hips further into his face as your head pushed against the wood of your door.

Quinn left his pants grow tight at the sheer squelching noise that left your core as his fingers formed his scissoring motion as they thrusted deeper into you “you want to come princess?” He asked using his free thumb to rub against your clit “c’mon I know you want to just let it go.” With that the hockey player brought his lips back to your clit finally setting you over the edge “don’t stop.” You cried out as your fingers locked into his hair as you rode his face feeling him smile beneath you.

The hockey player pulled his fingers out from your core watching how they shone begin covered in your juices “taste how sweet you are princess.” Quinn ordered bringing himself back up to his feet as he tapped his fingers on your lips “pretty good for a guy that can’t make you come huh?” The boy smirked as your tongue swirled around his fingers like it was his cock in your mouth.

When you moaned it made him realise that his pants could no longer take simply watching you “where is your bedroom?” Quinn asked furrowing his eyebrows as he picked your panties off of the ground shoving them into his sweatpants pocket “you can get those back if you are good in bed.” The boy reminded you about the claim that you had yet to make good on.

You giggled beginning your walk to your room as you slowly began to shed your clothing starting with the Canucks polo that you were sporting revealing your black bra “you’re playing a dangerous game princess.” Quinn warned as you sent him an innocent grin “what are you going to do about that?” You clicked your tongue as you slipped behind your bedroom door pulling the skirt off of your legs as you were left in nothing but your bra when he came into the room.

Quinn took in the sight of your gorgeous body as he smiled eyes meeting yours “isn’t fair that you’re in so little is it now?” His voice was soft as your fingers danced over his compression shirt “leaves little to the imagination.” You pointed out shaking your head “knew you liked looking at me in this.” The hockey player lightly pushed you onto your bed as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders revealing his abs that made your mouth water “like what you see?” Quinn teased as he repeated the same action with his sweatpants leaving himself in his boxers.

Your eyes were practically glued to the bulge i that was barely hidden by the material “think you do too.” You teased as you watched him grab a condom from his wallet before he came down onto your bed with you “you’re taking your time cap.” You pointed out as you smirked seeing his expression harden.

What you didn’t expect was that he would flip you over causing your face to land in the fluffy blanket that sat on your bed “fuck princess I wanted to fuck you good but I guess I’m gonna have to fuck you like the brat you are.” Quinn grunted reaching down to break the clip in your bra letting your breasts hang free.

A whimper left your lips as you heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping behind you “please Quinn.” You begged waiting to feel him against you.

Quinn smirked “you know that you aren’t calling me that anymore.” Before the hockey player gave you a chance to respond his cock was running over your clit before he let it thrust into your cunt.

Your hands could barely keep your body up as you adjusted to his size “Jesus cap!” You groaned letting your head drop into the mattress.

His hands grabbed at your hips bringing your body back to meet each of his thrusts “god princess you’re so right.” Quinn let out a grunt as he watched how your cunt repeatedly swallowed his cock as he made sure to bottom you out.

All you could do was nod as your hands grabbed at the comforter beneath you “shit Quinn.” You moaned as you began grinding your hips against him when the boy brought his hand down to slap your ass.

The gesture made you jump “you know that’s not what you’re calling me tonight.” The boy mumbled increasing the pace of his thrusts “you got a captains kink huh cap?” You asked letting your head turn to look at him as you smirked “get all hot thinking about me-” you were cut off as a moan left your lips “calling you cap when you fuck me?” You got your words out before he slapped your ass again.

Quinn felt his breath waiver as you clenched around his cock “should be finding a way to get you to keep quiet before you start running that fucking mouth.” With one movement he leaned down picking your body up “guess I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.” His words vibrated in the shell of your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat bringing you flushed against his torso.

The angle caused the boys cock to slide deeper into your cunt and that combined with the decreasing blood flow to your brain meant that you were overwhelmed with pleasure “fuck cap.” You cried bringing your hand down to rub at your clit as your head lay against his shoulder.

He took it as encouragement to go faster as your pussy began clenching around his cock more frequently “I’m gonna come,” you announced not seeing him shake his head “fucking beg for it.”

His order rang through your ears as you forced your eyes open “please let me come cap, I need you.” You pleaded almost having tears from in your eyes as you feared him saying no.

Quinn felt his cock throb “I’ll be your good little girl.” You added making him laugh “think you are already that baby.” The hockey player pointed out as he pressed a kiss to your temple “got you right where I want you right now and you can’t do shit about it.” His reminder made your cunt clamp down on his cock.

The boys hand squeezed around your throat “let me hear you go.” He smiled as you let out a min forcing your fingers to go even faster on your clit.

Your orgasm caused your body to shake against him “fuck fuck fuck!’ You cried not realising that your actions spurred on his own orgasm “so good princess.” Quinn cooed as he coated the inside of the condom with his come.

As his hand released your throat your body came down onto your bed as you let out a large breath “was I too rough?” He asked letting his cock slide out of your soaked cunt.

Quinn lay next to you as he watched you look up to him with a smile “not that was hot.” You blurted out leaning up to grab a hoodie off of your floor “where do you think you’re going?” The hockey player furrowed his eyebrows.

You turned to him with a smirk “I’ve got to go pick up my car.” You explained as to your surprise he shook his head reaching out for your hands as he pulled you back onto your bed “we aren’t done just yet.” Quinn mumbled cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you.

Clearly you were in for a long afternoon.

[racergirl-112]

Push Me Over - Chapter 2: Down Bad

MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Content: Adult, Smut Warnings: mentions of orgasms, vibrators, language

A few days later

After a few days of shooting the main cast, Dani was finally making her debut on set. She had spent the morning in her trailer in hair and make-up and now was finally in her costume, the form fitting spandex, being more revealing than she thought. She heard the call over the radio of her assistant Kayla, that it was her time. 

“Are you ready?” Kayla asked. Dani nodded her head. Kayla replied to something over the radio before walking Dani to the main soundstage where they would be filming today. 

While they were on break from a scene, Ryan and Shawn were looking over some footage while Hugh scrolled through his phone. He had been divorced for a week and he and his ex hadn’t announced it yet, but he had people asking what had happened. He wasn’t really to ready to talk about it yet, nor was it anyone’s fucking business. He just happened to glance up as he saw Dani walk on set. The black spandex suit they had her in was hugging her curves and made her breasts prominent. He couldn’t pull his eyes away or stop the erection growing in his suit. She’s young enough to be your kid… 

Filming had wrapped for Dani for the day and she had gone back to her trailer to de-compress for a while after getting out of her costume. After being around Hugh all day in that suit and how it hugged all the right parts of his body, she needed to get away and fast. She pulled up the internet and searched his name. His filmography as well as his theater accolades popped up immediately, followed by his personal life. It said he had been married to a fellow actor for more than two decades and they had two kids. Her heart sank at reading that, but was happy to see a man in Hollywood stay loyal to his wife. 

At that new revelation, she grabbed her bag to leave and go back to the condo they had her staying at during filming. She put her headphones in and Push Me Over by Maren Morris began to play. Some of the lyrics being very prominent of how she had felt all day on set with Hugh. She began to hum then started singing out loud, closing the trailer door behind her and not paying attention to her surroundings. As she turned to leave, she ran into a body. It took a minute to register who it was, but when she saw the yellow and blue, her heart began to race. 

“Um, hi,” Dani said, embarrassed. 

“Hi darlin’,” Hugh answered. “You leaving for the day?” She nodded her head yes, taking her headphones out and putting them in her bag. 

“Yeah. Thought I’d go back to my condo, order some food and binge watch some tv. What about you? What are you doing at my trailer?” 

“Damn, are you always this questioning?” he asked, his eyebrow raising. Dani mentally added that to the on-going list of hot things this man did. 

“I was just asking a question,” she replied sarcastically. 

“I was going to tell you how great of a job you did today.” 

“Thank you?” she questioned. “I guess you haven’t seen my great background work prior?” The smartass smile on her face, making Hugh turned on as hell. 

“Damn sweetheart, you are a smartass. Didn’t your parents teach you to be nice?” 

“Not to strangers,” she smirked. 

“How about we fix that? Want to grab coffee sometime?” Hugh asked. Before she had a chance to register what her mind was thinking, she said it out loud. 

“No offense, but aren’t you married? I don’t want any headlines about me being a homewrecker.” That comment took him aback just by the look that came across his face. 

He closed the space between them and looked around before he spoke. “I’m actually divorced. It was finalized last week, but I haven’t told a lot of people. So, no sweetheart, I’m not married.” She felt like someone had sucked all the air from around them and they were outside. His face was inches from her’s and god did she want this man to kiss her. 

“Well, um,” she felt like she forgot how to speak. “I’m sorry. I know I don’t really know you, but if you do want to talk about it, I’m more than happy to listen. I’ve got to get going though.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that sweetheart,” he replied, his words sending shivers down her spine. 

After getting out of his costume, Hugh got back to his flat, throwing his stuff on the table. He wasn’t sure what the fuck had happened today, but he had been ready to fuck Dani into next week. He grabbed the bottle of Whiskey from the cabinet and poured himself a glass, replaying what had happened. Sure he had had eyes for only his wife for the past 27 years and had done countless love scenes with other co-stars, but there was something about Dani that made him want to break all the rules, especially the one where she was the director’s niece. He downed the whiskey and let the burn flood him as he closed his eyes, thinking about Dani. 

She had been semi right when she told Hugh, she wanted to go back to her condo and eat and binge tv. The food part had been right, but after their little conversation outside her trailer, she found herself using her vibrator to get her off while thinking about Hugh. How she wanted his muscular arms to wrap around her while he made love to her or fucked her into next week. Honestly, she didn’t have a preference. The more she thought about him, the quicker it got her high and soon she was reaching her orgasm. How the fuck was she supposed to stay away from him?

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

58-Masks and Confessions

Over a year ago

Jason could feel his breath hitch in his throat when your hands came up to his mask, feeling the texture before finally going to the back of it to feel for a release button. He told you could do it, but that didn’t stop the unease. What would you do when you realized it was him? The guy who you had called your best friend and shared your deepest secrets with. It was the fear of you wanting nothing to do with him that had kept him from telling you. 

As you felt along the jawline of his helmet, you mumbled, “You gotta release or something on this?” 

Jason chuckled before taking your hands into his gloved ones and putting them back at your side. You took the hint and kept them there as he reached up and behind on his helmet. There was a click followed by a sound of released compression. Before Red had taken the helmet off, he said, “Promise me you won’t get mad.”

That line had sounded too familiar to you, and the wheels in your head had started to turn. You only nodded and whispered, “I promise.”

Jason pulled his helmet off, taking in the cool air of your apartment and opening his eyes to meet yours. You were speechless, staring at him with eyes so wide that Jason could practically see the thoughts connecting in your head. Nothing came out of your mouth, and he wasn’t sure if he was grateful or displeased by it. On the one hand, you didn’t seem angry, but, on the other, you weren’t saying anything at all which left him in the dark about your feelings. 

“Jason,” You let out a gasp. Before yelling, “Jason!”

Sheepishly, he said, “That’s me.”

“What—why—No, when…” You stopped talking, plopping down onto the couch and burying your head in your hands. He slowly sank next to you, about to ask if you were okay before you looked back at him. “I think I’m mad at myself for not noticing sooner.”

Jason smiled. “I hear I’m a really good actor.”

You chuckled before turning to bury your head in your hands. “Oh, fuck me, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Were you worried that I would tell people?”

Jason was quick to deny this. “No, I just didn’t want you to think differently of me. Or hate me because…ya know.”

You wanted to hug him, to reach out and take him into your embrace. “I don’t hate you.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry and his hands shook a bit as anxiety and excitement all started to churn in his chest. If it was any worse, Jason seriously thought he was going to throw up all over your coffee table. Nodding his head, he ran his hands down the front of his pants in an attempt to get the sweat off his palms until he remembered he was wearing gloves. 

“That’s—that’s good to hear,” He said, trying to keep his voice even. 

“Yeah,” You looked away from him for a second before back at him again. “This might be a bad time, but I—I really can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“What?” 

You acted like you didn’t hear his desperate question. “Now that I know that you’re Red Hood and Jason Todd, I feel like it all makes sense now. You know?” 

Jason tried to be patient, but the anxiety was wearing it thin, “You really gotta just come out with it, sweetheart. You’re killin’ me over here.” 

After a second of staring at him, you said confidently, “I like you, Jason. A lot.” 

All at once Jason felt the sudden joy of your affection hit and it made him dizzy. He stared at you before choking out, “Really?”

You smiled, nodding, “Really. I’ve been so confused because of how I felt about you and Red Hood. It was weird because I liked you both for the same reasons. Now I know why.”

Jason felt the urge to lean forward and kiss you, but he wasn’t ready for that. He took a deep breath, finally saying, “I like you a lot, too.”

Grinning, you looked away to hide the blush coming to your cheeks. He turned his head, too, to hide his even though you weren’t looking. Jason couldn’t remember ever being so happy, not recently at the least. You liked him. Red Hood and all. The sensation made him want to jump around the room like a teenager. 

“So,” You said, turning back to him. “Do you, um—do you wanna go on a date? Like, I don’t know, tomorrow? Or, is that too soon?”

Jason couldn’t think because now you were asking him on a date. A real date. He could fucking giggle, he was so excited. He saw the anxious waiting on your face, and he realized he was taking way too long to answer. “Yes! Yes. I’d love to, and tomorrow is fine.”

You smiled again, looking back down at your lap, before reaching for his abandoned helmet on the coffee table. Throwing it between your hands, you felt up the sides and top, before starting to put it on Jason’s lap. You stopped just as his hands brushed it, taking it and flipping it over to see the inside. 

“It must get hot,” You said, holding the helmet up at just the right angle so you could see through the eyes of it. “Maybe, if you want, you could tell me more about being Red Hood?”

Jason smiled, taking the helmet from your hands. “Maybe. I don’t want to turn you off from me.”

“You won’t.” You assured him, and he could sense your sincereness. 

For the first time in a long while, Jason looked forward to tomorrow.

[hazelfoureyes]

What if... In Safeword Radioapple... Alastor and Lucifer were so engrossed with their beef that they missed the tap-tap from Y/N?

oh I think we’d (reader) die and respawn? Like it would be a bad time for us Lmao

for me, the tap tap is for when the person cant speak loudly or clearly, usually because of choking or compression (if you cant expand your lungs you cant speak loudly or in some cases at all, even if you can breath enough to stay conscious) , as well as a way to let the partner say like “no” and “stop” in passion but not in earnest. Maybe the pleasure is so great it’s overwhelming and you say “stop”, but don’t mean it? Then don’t tap tap, say whatever you want. Or say tap tap I guess,idk that’s your shit now

This is from ✨personal experience✨

I *“came up with” tap tap with my former partner because he had giant hands and once, while trying to cover my mouth during sex, his big hand also covered my nose and I thought I’d fucking die because he was 1) former BJJ fighter and strong as shit pressing his weight onto my mouth and nose and did not know his strength because he was also a nerdy boy and 2) we liked rough sex and sometimes he couldn’t hear me over his own growls

so… after that, we started tap tap to his arm to snap him back to sweetheart mode lmao

*I am sure many people have nonverbal cues I just didn’t look into them before hastily saying IF I TAP TWICE, LET GO

referencing this series:

⟢Lucifer x Reader x Alastor - The Safeword is RadioApple smut💦

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

[spatialwave]

taking aspiration from your ankle, i'm so sorry😭 but... limoreau where jordan or marie have a broken/strained ankle and one of them has to take care of the other (i know they're supers but i'm gonna ignore that lol)

SCREAMING SKFKDDN… if anyone knows a thing or two about bad ankles it’s me.

-

living a busy life as a student and t.a. had left jordan working anywhere from sixty to eighty-hour weeks. there was an abundance of full-time classes, homework and grading papers with most days starting at 6 a.m. and ending at 6 p.m., oftentimes later. they didn't mind the busy lifestyle, though, marie could see under that facade the stress that was beginning to eat them away.

there was an old belief that marie's mom believed in, that sickness and injuries were often the universe's way of telling you to slow down and relax. marie was reminded of that belief once or twice when she was younger and working tirelessly away for her school projects and riddled with stress, only to be hit with a terrible cold that would leave her on bed rest for a couple days.

she always found it to be so odd, why would the universe make you sick if it felt like you needed to relax? there was so much to worry about when you were sick.

then she got older and it began to make sense. the more she let stress eat her away and the less she focused on her well-being — the universe would remind her that she need to learn how to take time to just exist (in a twisted sort of way).

that belief came to mind when jordan had called them early in the morning one day, their heavy breath audible through the phone as they explained to marie that they needed help. a sprained ankle, the last thing they needed to disrupt their busy week.

jordan was mad about it, especially when luke and andre were called by marie to help get jordan back to their dorm. it was so fucking embarrassing, but marie was so damn good at making them feel okay about it. she didn’t hesitate on finding brink and explaining the situation, that jordan would be out of commission for a few days. she comforted jordan’s worries with the old wives’ tale that her mom would say — maybe it was the universe telling them to slow the fuck down. it was laughable at first, but the sentiment kept them from exploding into a ball of stress.

“this sucks, moreau,” jordan was laying in bed with their foot resting on a couple pillows, elevated. they let out a slight hiss in pain as marie adjusted the tensor compression bandage over their swollen ankle, her fingers moving carefully as she murmured a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath, “it’s totally messing with my goddamn routine.”

“it’s been four hours, jordan,” marie snorted through a smile, her eyes looking up at them as she clasped the bandage tight and set the ice pack back on the injured joint, “give it a few days and you’ll be back to being jitter bean’s most loyal morning customer.”

jordan rolled their eyes away from marie with a huff, trying not to let her teasing remark actually make them smile; they were back to feeling frustrated about the situation. with another dramatic huff they readjusted themselves on the bed, reaching behind them to try fix the pile of pillows they were laying against.

“let me,” marie murmured, quickly moving to jordan’s side and motioning for them to lean forward so they could fluff the pillows, “is that good?”

jordan sighed as they leaned back, looking up at marie with a sheepish nod. the worst part about the injury was how helpless they felt. being fiercely independent wasn’t going to help this situation. “you don’t have to stay. you’re missing classes.” their voice was soft as they spoke, gaze flickering away.

“it’s fine, i told you already. i’ll catch up.”

jordan leaned forward again, “but it’s not the same as-“

“jordan.” marie spoke with sternness in her voice, a hand reaching out to their chest as she guided them back against the pillows, “it’s fine.”

a disgruntled sigh came from them, but they didn’t fight back. jordan forced themselves to relax against the pillows and lifted a hand up to rest over marie’s, grabbing it gently so they could bring it to their lips and press a chaste kiss over her knuckles.

“thank you,” they murmured against her skin, “i’ll make this worth your while once i’m back on two feet.”

marie giggled, pulling her hand from them, then walked around the bed so she could let herself collapse beside them, “oh, yeah? a morning jitter bean coffee date?”

“fuck you.”

“kidding!” marie laughed harder now, moving to rest up on her elbow so she could have some height over jordan while she composed herself, “just buy me a nice dinner and we’ll call it even.” she said as she lifted a hand to their cheek, thumb brushing skin.

“okay,” they whispered, smiling as they nuzzled their face against her hand and appreciated the physical affection for a few moments. guided by the heat of the moment, jordan moved their body towards marie so they could press their lips together, but a groan followed right after when they twisted their ankle in an unfavourable position, “fuck.”

marie pulled back slowly, the hand that was on their cheek was on their chest once more, guiding them right back to where they were, “easy now.” she said as she tried to fight off a smile, “we can do more of that in a few days.”

“this is fucking torture. the universe fucking hates me.” jordan breathed out, running their hands over their face.

“it doesn’t hate you. it just wants you to remember to take care of yourself…” marie murmured, “or to at least remind you that i’m here to help.”

jordan watched as marie tucked herself neatly against their side, remote in hand as she moved her attention back to the television they’d been watching earlier before marie rewrapped the ankle. they admired her for a few moments, easily reminded that they’d be losing their mind if she wasn’t here.

“just try to relax, okay?” she spoke up, tilting her head back to meet jordan’s gaze, a small smile adorned on her lip, “and let me know whenever you need something. don’t be stubborn.”

jordan’s lips cracked into a smile and they could feel their heart flutter in their chest. “i love you.”

“i love you too, dork.” she giggled.

[yanderederee]

Rest,

tw: mild self harm. Comfort post tho.

~~

Baji gave you a pitiful look as tears streamed down your face. Stone solid and eyebrows furrowed. Silent.

“You’re overwhelming yourself-” he started in, but so over hearing the same things over and over again, you practically scream back. “No shit! I can’t catch a break! I literally have nothing to show for all my hard work I’ve done! The phones won’t stop ringing! I hear them in my sleep, Kei!!” You cried, shaking from the anger and stress that’s build up all day.

“I’m literally working my ass off and there’s no quantifiable measure of it!” You cried into your fists, accidentally allowing your muscles to take over when one of those fists came crashing down against your head.

“What the hell stop that!” Baji yelled back, going to grip at the offending fist. But now wasn’t the time. You pulled your fist away from his grip and screamed with all your pent up feelings. “It’s such bullshit! I can’t keep a solid strain of thought for longer than five fucking minutes Kei! I’m more capable than this!”

You had tried to run through your coping techniques. Deep breathing. Venting your emotions. Write them down and burn them. Cry. Running through everything you should be doing adding fuel to your demise. For your job, take applications. Render them. Data entry. Return emails. Answer phone calls. Reply to voicemails. Handle walk-ins. Everything. Everything. Everything-

Without realizing, you were hyperventilating while you curled up around yourself. Shaking and crying openly now. “It’s not that hard Kei! I’m capable! I-I can do these things! So why—“ you sobbed harder, your nails digging so deeply into your scalp, until you were pulling on the strands of hair beneath.

“It’s okay,” Baji spoke up in his deep vibrado. He pushed his thumbs into your palms, releasing the vice grip you had on your hair, assessing for any bruising you may have given yourself. “Being hard on yourself isn’t gonna make the work any easier.”

“You’re taking things at the only pace you know how. Too much too fast.” He knew you were about to retort back when your squeezed your grip around his thumbs, but before you had the chance to do that and push him away again, Baji pulled your head in and circled one arm around your neck. “Calm down first, nothin’ good ever came from solving problems in this kind of state of mind.”

The way he spoke was more order like, but it was comforting. There was no room for argument. No room for doubt or disagreement. He was right. There wasn’t anything you could say to take away what he meant. Baji pulled you in close for a hug, the compression against your body made you realize just how overworked your muscles actually were.

“They’ll hire another smart ass to take some of that work load off of ya. Don’t work on getting everything done, just what’s in front of you.” He consoled you with words you used to give him in your youth.

‘It’s okay to be there for Kazu! But beating up Chi—‘

‘You don’t know shit, shut the fuck up’

‘Oh you wanna play it like that?!’

Even if he was stronger than you, there was no way in hell he could push you around like he normally would. Even when you tackled him down to the ground and practically concussed the poor guy with you shaking him by the collar of his stupid Valhalla jacket.

‘You’re being a dick! Burning the bridge with toman ain’t gonna save anyone from anything! Tryna prove your loyalty?! Give me a break! Your acting might’ve fooled those bunch of bone heads, but you can’t fool me, idiot!’

Tears were streaming down your face at this point.

‘Stop it with these dumb back alley tactics! Would it kill you to be honest!?”

Seeing Chifuyu’s beaten up face really set you into a spiral.

‘You. Don’t. Know. Shit.’ Baji tried spitting back, only for your to yell in his face again.

‘I KNOW YOU KEI! STOP TRYING TO PLAY THE BAD GUY! I-‘

You finally stopped your assault on the poor guy.

‘I know you won’t stop trying to save everyone. That’s who you are… B’but damnit Kei..! You… don’t kill yourself in the process.. please,’

Keisuke Baji has never broke a promise with you. Not once. Not after that day.

You were too important to lose to underhand fightings.

“You’re doing enough.”

“Alright, rest” he ordered finally, pulling your entire body out from its seat across from him, and into his lap. “Take a nap. When you feel up to it, we’ll grab a bite to eat.”

“Just stay here and rest. We’ll get through it. Promise.”

[gracebrooklyn]

BODY SAWP

Dabi was hurt to say the least, hawks killed one of his best friends how could he not be on the other hand he didn’t know if hawks was dead sure it’d be on the news eventually but he still didn’t know how bad the damage was. He may be angry but he can’t stop caring for hawks after all, why did he kill twice was the big question and when will dabi see him again and be able to talk with him again say sorry and all that shit that he can’t think cause he’ll have a break down and he’s rather Mr compress and Toga don’t see that at the minute.

He stops, writing appears above his head he looks around to see if anyone else noticed, they don’t seem like like they do so Dabi reads

* BODY SWAP, you shall swap places with the person you hold nearest to your heart * “shit” Dabi says as the count down gets closer to zero. Toga turns to him and he say he forgot something before his mind was not in his own body.

He is lying in a rather large bed in a nice apartment, he turns his head and stares right out a window with a city view, the building looks to be taller then most as he can see a lot of roof tops and clouds. He than noticed red feathers lying next to his head attached to wings, and strand of blond hair falls into his line of sight.

Fuck he was in hawks body well at lest he knew he was alive but damn his body felt like a paper weight and fuuuuuck were these hawk’s feelings he feels like he’s gonna crack at any minute. Guilt, Fear emotions he doesn’t know the names of how does he live like this. He knows where the guilt is from but what could he be fearing,

Hawk’s phone starts ringing on his bedside table dabi turns his body already knowing what to do with the wings somehow. He answers the phone and says this is d- hawks speaking, the person on the other side hesitated for a nanosecond

“ hawks is twice dead “

dabi tenses “ yes “ he manages

“ good, good to see you can still fill you your tasks “

another wave of unknown fear washes over dabi,

“ well is your recovery going good “

dabi somehow knew they weren’t actually worried “ yes “ he replied

“ good we need you back on the seen soon “ of course that’s what they wanted

“ I’ll be back soon “

“ you better now if you don’t have anything to tell me “

dabi stays quiet

“ seems you don’t, I expect you to be back with in a month “

and the other line hangs up. Dabi sighs and rolls over onto his back does hawks have to put up with this every day he and killing twice was a task does that mean he didn’t my want to dabi needs answers.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: It's the dead of night and Jamie is burning with fever. It's not so bad that he has to go to the hospital but Roy is just a hair's breath away from taking him anyway. Roy's doing all he can, rubbing vapor rub on Jamie's chest, putting cold compresses on his forehead, and just assuring him. At some point Jamie is sleepy and out of it and it's like he's a little boy again and he's talking to his poster of Roy Kent. Roy doesn't even bother to keep the tears from flowing as Jamie tells him how much he loves him, how much he wishes Roy would just come out of his poster and protect him from his dad, and that they will play together one day and be the best of friends. When Jamie is more lucid he's adorably embarrassed, but Roy's having none of that, telling Jamie that it's one of the greatest honors of his life to be Jamie Tartt's man. Jamie of course says he's just as honored.

I live for fever confessions

When Jamie passed out on Roy’s couch he didn’t think much of it. Jamie had been tired all day. What Roy didn’t expect was Jamie burning with a fever.

He had dragged Jamie into bed. That was yesterday. He barely slept last night watching Jamie breath.

Jamie’s fever got worse overnight but his sister said it wasn’t something to worry about yet.

Jamie makes a noise on the bed. “Yeah Jamie?”

His eyes open blurred, seeing but not looking at Roy. “Sorry Roy, I know I should be better. Dad always said be better. Don’t get sick. Don’t be weak.”

Jamie wetly laughs, “I wish you were here, I know I’m a dumb kid and you’re a star but fuck. I wish you could tell me it’s okay. Tell me I’ll be someone someday. Tell me it’s all worth it.”

Jamie closes his eyes again, he sighs back into the pillows. “I wish you could be my friend. Wish you could be here for me. Save me from dad. Hell I wish you could love me.”

Roy watches as he slips back into sleep with tears running down his face. He doesn’t know how he was ever so horrible to Jamie at the beginning.

—

Three days later the fever breaks, Jamie refuses to look at Roy.

Roy is sitting on the bed reading when Jamie starts whispering apologizes. “Sorry I said all that. It was stupid. Fever dreams I-”

“Stop apologizing for nothing baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you but you never needed me. You are someone. You’re the person people have on their walls now. You’re incredible Jamie.”

Jamie sniffs. “I can’t believe I said it all to you though. I thought. Jesus. I used to talk to your poster when I was a kid.”

Roy slides down so they’re face to face. He touches Jamie’s face, “I love you Jamie, I’m so proud that I get to be yours. I think you’re incredible for making it through everything you did. If you having my poster made it better then goddamn it I’m glad you have it.”

Jamie is crying now. Hell they both are. Roy leans forward and kisses him. “I love you too. Thank you for being here. I know I get scary when I’m sick.”

Roy pulls Jamie closer curling around him. “Sleep pretty boy, you’re okay now.”

Jamie passes out again, Roy knows they’ll talk more later.

He just hopes he can keep the nightmares away from Jamie.

[15ktherapy]

idk if this can help but I wanted to say I undertand you. I like dream as a cc too bc I just relate to him. I cant think the same way neurotypicals do and that lead me to sometimes have shitty actituds of being too impulsive and fuck up to inmediatly trying to fix it.

Dream did the same and just recently started to change that. I sometimes got irritated by his actitud but stopped when I saw that it was bc im the same and hated that about myself. I cant hate dream bc both he's not a criminal and also bc I just relate too much to him even on his flaws. Seeing how people talk about his behaviour just reminds me of my worst moments too. And i dont think neither you and me are wrong for relating to his flaws. Bc one thing dream teached me it's that, being annoying and sometimes a bit of a asshole it's not crime and you arent the worst human on earth at all. And finding comfort in seeing others struggle with the same as you can be healing actually.

What the 3 said today didnt change what i saw in dream, An imperfect neurodivergent young man that sometimes is a bit of a asshole and has fuck ups. And that also Dream is capable of change and seeing how people who worked recently with him or becomed friends with him recently talks, it seems he did change for the better.

And dont let what toxic fans say make you feel bad for how you feel. What was said today just tells two things 1 phil and all the adults were nice and smilling to dream but thought bad of him behind his back 2 he was a kind of shitty friend and there was not discussion about it on his face

sorry if this is too long, also don feel pressure to responde this or public it on public. I sent this as more of trying to tell you you're not alone on that feeling

I love you anon and I’m hugging you so so tight if you’ll accept it. I love you and I love myself and I love dream too. I love us for all our flaws and our mistakes and our “wrongness.” I just have a habit of ranting because I’m an angry little thing! I don’t hate myself and I never ever want to so my rage kind goes to… get this. sooociiiietyyyy.. kinda, haha. I’m an angry angry thing of a size small person, so I have my compressed stacks of resentment. All for how I’ve been treated mostly. Cuz it’s not my fault!! I know it’s not. I have a disadvantage that most people don’t and those other people make it my problem!!!! its not my problem I mess up!!!!! it’s your problem you’re so mean to me about it!!!!! so I’m still so angry cuz it’s just how I am, andsometimes I just remember my resentments where the anger stems from and I just gotta bitch about it!!! And then I do. I suppose I don’t always say the nicest things about myself but I mean it more in a “way I’m viewed” in the eyes of what I’m complaining about rather than what I actually am. And even then sometimes I’ll just like full take on some bad things about me sometimes I guess but I never hate myself for it. I am nothing but myself and myself is all I’ve got. I’m okay with that. I try not to make trouble for other people, and when I do make trouble I feel bad. but I’m not a bad person. I’m not bad and it’s not my fault fuckin. god or whatever forgot to bake in some social skills!!!!! that’s on him!!!! that’s on nature!!! that’s maybe on my parents for raising me not right, or maybe it’s on my genes. but I know it’s not on me. I try the best I can. and if people hate me for my mistakes- because I don’t “get it” or I’m not “right”— they can suck a rock because I’m Soooo Soooorry my mental illness makes youuuuuu mad. I’d like to see you try, bucko. anyway mika tip of the day is never ever hate yourself- that’s how the ominous They wins. hate the people who make you hate yourself because you were literally born with a disadvantage and they act like it’s your fault when ITSSSS NOTTTT!!!!!!!

[rosie-the-posie]

🩷🎀 My DR List 🎀🩷

below is a pretty very long list of all the drs i’ve made scripts for

lmk if any of you want some more detail of any of them, dw i have EXTENSIVE detail on everything babes

don’t judge pls 😖😖 this is a safe space…hopefully 🩷

Fame DRs :

Phantasmagoria DR: my main fame dr where i’m the lead singer in a band called Phantasmagoria w my friends. We’re like, really famous. Like more famous than Taylor Swift famous. And I go on to become a really famous writer/director as well. This is the dr i think about all the time, i fucking rule guys. NO BAD SONGS. NO CONTROVERSIES. ONLY GOOD VIBES AND GREAT MUSIC. ofc i’m an EGOT and pretty much revitalize the film industry single handedly. 😋😘

Heartstopper Cast DR: i’m a part of the cast of Heartstopper (an OC named Vivienne Green - Harry’s sister - who’s besties with the group, helps Elle when she transfers school, and is Pansexual and eventually gets in a polycule). I’m honestly so cool in this one. I have my SHIT together at 19, like, it’s crazy. I’m dating Kit Connor cuz why not, and I eventually become one of the best actors of my generation no biggie 🤷🏻‍♀️

Harry DR 1: yes, I have more than one dr where i’m dating harry styles, who can blame me. I’m a songwriter that met Harry in his 1D days and became one of the band’s main songwriters. We became best friends after that and stayed close. We both become extremely famous in our respective areas in the music industry and are the power couple

Harry DR 2: this one came to me in a literal dream. I’m Harry’s secret fiance that literally no one knows about. My job is solving and rating puzzles (don’t ask me why idk either). I get pretty famous on tik tok for being one of those satisfying accs that people followed during the pandemic yk? Anyways, there’s this whole thing where I’m invited onto the Late Late Show to talk abt my job (Ellen style) and everyone loves me. Harry is just there ig

Harry DR 3 (LAST ONE): OK SO DONT JUDGE ME W THIS ONE. LET ME LIVE. so, basically, I’m Harry’s secret wife and - stay with me here - we have 6 children together. I really only wanted to go here bc I noticed how many tattoos he had of peoples names and i thought, hey, what if those were his kids’ names that he has tattooed on him and no one knows? like, why not? so this is a purely self-indulgent dr where I’m just living the domestic life with Harry Styles and our brood of children. this may or may not have been influenced by a fanfiction series i read

Hozier DR: in this one, I’m Mr. Andrew Hozier-Byrne’s girlfriend who lives with him in the Irish countryside. I’m a seamstress who has my own clothing brand. Think dresses to run through a field of flowers in, or to slowly decompose in a lake littered with petals yk? I end up making the dresses for the Folklore stretch of the Era’s tour. not to brag or anything hehe

MGG DR: I’m dating the one, the only, Matthew Gray Gubler. I just thought it would be really funny and interesting to go to a reality where him and I are pretty much polar opposites. I’m an ex-ballerina who still practices, so I have that grace and elegance around me. I love to dress in dark neutrals all year round. For my job, I’m a famous published horror author. I have an rbf and a WRY sense of humor. Literally black cat aesthetic to the max. And then there’s Matthew who’s a ball of sunshine compressed into colorful grandpa clothes. honestly i love this one

Tom Holland DR: okay so this one is from my Spider-Man phase. But i actually love it so much. I play Felicia Hardy in the Spider-Man films, who is as much of a love interest as MJ in this reality. Tom and I actually grew up together since I would always vacation at my aunt’s house in the UK who was also neighbors to the Hollands. We’ve always ‘hated’ each other growing up (when really we were closer to each other than anyone else) and so when we started working together on the Spider-Man movies, all those underlying feelings started coming to the surface

The Joes DR: Okay, so. In this one, I play Chrissy Cunningham in Stranger Things. Her character is actually a lot different than in this reality where she’s actually secretly dating Eddie Munson behind Jason’s back. She doesn’t die, her friend Angie does, so Eddie and Chrissy join the party to save the world n stuff. Basically, Joe Quinn (his name is Thomas in this reality) and I got really close on set and are rly flirty hehe. And, to make it even better, we ALSO have a thing with Joe Keery as well (hence the name change to make my life easier). So we’re all a budding throuple and we kinda try to sneak that dynamic into the show hehe. note: certain actors aren’t poopy people in this reality and don’t support genocide 🙄) 

Hogwarts DRs:

Draco DR: this was my first ever dr! draco tok got me into shifting. I’m a gryffindor who’s friends w the golden trio. I transferred into Hogwarts in 4th year and pretty much just am there for the ride as the canon happens. I’m in a secret relationship w Draco (shocking ik) and he’s actually not a bad person. i obvi scripted out the supremist in him guys, dw. i actually have so much detail about all the ways we meet up behind everyone’s back and stuff. you never forget your first guys 🩷

Tom Riddle DR: AGAIN. BEAR WITH ME. ITS NOT BAD. basically Hogwarts is more of an elite rich kid college for wizards than a high school type place. BLOOD SUPREMACY DOESNT EXIST. But there is a whole powerful family hierarchy. kind of like a mob family thing??Instead of Slytherins being the ones most likely to be death eaters, they’re the ones most likely to be from those more powerful families. The Riddles are one of the most powerful families (and rich bc sorry but i’m not dating a poor orphan guys). I’m a Gryffindor who transfers in and becomes besties with the Slytherin group (Theo, Enzo, Mattheo -i’m a mattheo truther, never matthew- Blaise, Pansy, and Draco). Anyways, I fall for Tommy bc of his whole dark and broody best friend’s older brother thing he has going on.

MCU DRs:

Peter Parker DR 1: i’m obsessed w the idea of being genius buddies w Peter Parker and eventually taking over SI, so this is that. We’ve been best friends and neighbors since we were little, and got bit by spiders at the same time. I’m Silk, and we fight crime tgt. We’re both geniuses and go to Midtown together. When we meet Tony Stark, him and Pepper pretty much take us under their wings and we become their heirs to SI. We revolutionize the tech industry before we even graduate high school, we’re that smart. example: we build a water filter that we use to completely clean the Hudson River. we create inter-dimensional communication to talk w the other spidey gang after we get sucked into a rift and meet miles. on like a random tuesday too. I absolutely love this one, i put SO MUCH DETAIL into this script it’s actually insane.

Peter Parker DR 2: My first Peter dr that i made, but kind of abandoned. Him and I have an enemies to loves relationship bc after talking w Ned, he thinks the way to attract me is to act as if he doesn’t care about me 🙄. these dumbasses. anyways, i’m Tony’s adoptive daughter who he rescued from these evil scientists who gave me powers n stuff. it was a pretty cool concept when i first thought of this reality. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Stucky DR: Takes place in the 1940s at first, bc I’m best friends and eventually dating Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. The three of us are a force to be reckoned with guys. I’m super fucking smart, Steve is super fucking stubborn, and Bucky is super fucking protective. So, chaos basically. I’m really interested in science and am offered a spot to work on the super soldier serum by Howard Stark. Canon events become canon, I create SHIELD with my besties Howie and Peggy, Howie tells me he’d been working on cryogenics but needs a volunteer to test it, so I agree. I wake up in 2017, after the Civil War was actually dealt with civilly and am reunited with my loves in the present time. One of my favorites that I ever scripted out. 🩷

Misc. DRs:

Peaky Blinders DR: I was a nurse during the war that took care of Tommy and his brothers, and him and I became really close and fell in love. We reconnected a couple of years after the war ended, and I basically become his right hand when it comes to all the Peaky business. He trusts me more than anyone else because we’re both ass over tits in LOVE with each other. Like, yall don’t understand how in love we are. Also, you know that scene of Elle Woods pulling up to Harvard in a full pink outfit? Literally me every single day. Me in my lil pink blazer and skirt sets and the brightest fucking smile on my face making everyone confused why tf someone is as happy as i am in birmingham of all places. Everyone thinks i’m ditzy and just Tommy’s arm candy when rly im the smartest person in the room at all times. i just love to manipulate people into thinking im harmless and then learning all their secrets 🩷🩷🎀

Haikyu DR: i’m the manager of Karasuno that takes over for Kiyoko. I’m the granddaughter of Nekoma’s coach, so i know all about the game and play just as good as the players. Just because those 4 minutes of him had me licking the screen, i’m Kiyoomi Sakusa’s girlfriend. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ITS CRAZY. we have a whole friend group with Ushijima, Tendo, Iizuna, Komori, and Atsumu. Imagine the chaos that group brings everywhere. It’s such a fun dr, i should really revisit it more often.

Lloyd Hansen DR: i watched the gray man and this man with his white pants and pornstache burrowed his way into my heart. pretty much im his ditzy lil girlfriend who he adores and just skips around the place in pink and he spoils endlessly. 🩷

Mafia DR: didn’t really flesh this one out, but the gist is that i meet this guy in college and he turns out to be a part of the mob. 🤷🏻‍♀️ and so yeah.

Whore DR: yes, I have a whore dr. hehe. don’t judge me but like, a reality where slut shaming doesn’t exist and you can live out your horniest fantasies w/o any judgement whatsoever. bc that’s completely normal. 😋😋

Sunny DR: this is a better cr one, where i’m pretty much just really fucking smart and in a FANTASTIC AND LOVING relationship with this guy named Peter. He sadly doesn’t exist in this reality 😞😞. But he’s literally the sweetest ever and he’s blond, so I call him Sunny. Like, my sunshine boy ☀️. Literally everything i want in like, a mundane life is in this reality. also, for no other reason than i think it’s so funny, peter happens to be the son of one of my teachers in school. Why? i have no fucking clue 😭😭. like, i go to his house to meet his dad and he’s my fucking history teacher. it’s mortifying but absolutely fucking hilarious.

Criminal Minds DR: i join the BAU after Emily’s whole arc where she dips, and everyone but Hotch and Spencer are a bit prickly with me. I’m best friends and eventually get into a friends with benefits relationship with him (which is so out of character it’s crazy, but let me live). We obvi get our shit together and just start dating and become a power couple hehe

Deity DR: literally thought of this 2 days ago 😭. most of the details are on my prev posts, so you can check those out

Narnia DR: last but not least, I’m a human who was transported to Narnia a few years after the Pevensies saved Narnia from the White Witch. However, I’m instead sent to a nearby country where they take me in and basically make me their crowned princess. After a couple of years, I meet and fall in love w Edmund Pevensie. All Hail Queen Rosemary the Radiant. 🩷

THIS SHIT IS SO LONG TF. I DIDNT REALIZE HOW MANY SCRIPTS I MADE 😭😭😭😭

anyways, if you read all of this i love you 🩷

thanks to @luvieshifts for giving me the motivation to write all of this out

OKAY IM GOING TO SLEEP NOW GN POOKIE BEARS

you are the universe and more, babes 🎀

[kayzero]

hey all,

the next zwg is gonna be delayed. obviously. it’s been two weeks without an update, but i’m afraid it might be at least two more.

the issue i’m having is that it’s. a LOT words to write. at least an entire fragment’s worth in a single chapter. and normally that wouldn’t be too bad, it would be like writing a three-chapter fragment in a single chapter of space.

the trouble is the content of that writing.

i’ll go into detail below the readmore but essentially the issue is that my brain works very linearly and i can’t start B or C without having completed A, and A in this case is kicking my ass.

the solution i’ve come up with is to try and write it gradually and release little snippets on tumblr to assure you that work is getting done and satisfy your zero escape fiction needs.

slight spoilers for the next chapter below. (no specifics, just overview. if you want to be totally blind and surprised don’t click.)

for those of you that have guessed that the sigma fragment will be covering the events of the vlr timeline, congratulations. as anticipated, ‘Foretold’ is referring to the events of the apocalypse that have been foretold to come.

i don’t have an issue writing for the vlr timeline. chapter 2 and chapter 3 have been outlined and i anticipate that once i start writing them it will take at most a day or two to complete each chapter.

chapter 1 is the issue.

for context, the character fragments are formatted thusly: chapter 1 will give characterization and context for motivations, chapter 2 will cover their adventures through the Zeroes Game, and chapter 3 will cover the consequences thereof.

for sigma specifically, providing context involves going over the 45 years he spends on the moon after the events of vlr. this is a roadblock for two reasons:

1. Covering 45 years of content and compressing it all into a single chapter is difficult. Not only because 45 years is a long fucking time, but because I have to think logistically about how Sigma would spend that time, what he learns in what order, and how his learning impacts his decision-making.

2. I don’t like Sigma. He is not only my least favorite Uchikoshi protagonist, he is my least favorite visual novel protagonist to date, and he is my third least favorite Uchikoshi character overall (no. 2 is Ota Matsushita, no. 1 is Dio). Having to think logistically about 45 years and write more than 10k words while in the mindset of one of my least favorite VN characters of all time is mentally taxing.

But I’ll fucking do it. Like I told my beta writer today as we were outlining the chapter, my integrity as a writer will not allow me to write a blank chapter titled “Fuck Sigma,” no matter how much I desperately want to.

It’ll get done. Eventually.

Fuck Sigma.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Day 6: Sunrise, Sunset

One more day! Thanks again @amandaashplease--couldn't let this prompt go by without reflecting on all the "Eddie's a tech guy" headcanons out there.

As far as Friday night activities are concerned, Eddie doesn’t do school shit, and Hellfire doesn’t count. But he had to take an elective, and he’d already done art and music, so drama was what remained. Since he sure as shit wasn’t acting, he’d joined the crew for the musical and blah blah blah, sets were built, lighting rigs were hung, and sue him: he’d like to see the finished result with an audience. 

Plus, for a musical, Fiddler on the Roof isn’t half-bad. He’s not saying he wants to go see Cats or anything—God, does he fucking hate Cats, and the cast recording Tammy Thompson plays all the goddamn time backstage—but he can get down with some poor people hoping for, like, a better future, or whatever.

So, yeah. He has his spot in the auditorium, near the back, where he can put his feet on the seat in front of him and ignore his classmates.

Until, that is, five minutes before the show’s about to start when someone shuffles into the row next to him and says, “is anyone sitting here?” 

It’s Chrissy Cunningham, and Eddie nearly falls out of his hard wooden seat as he scrambles to sit upright. “Uh. Hey. No, it's cool.” 

“Thanks.” She sits, and Eddie has a million questions. Like, where’s her dumb boyfriend? Why’s she here alone? Does she know how good she smells? Why is her ponytail so high? 

He doesn’t dare to ask any of them, though, so he just tries to look like he’s not looking at her, except for how he is. Mercifully, the lights go down a few minutes later, putting him out of his misery.

The thing is, though, he can’t focus on the show with Chrissy sitting right next to him. Can’t, like, get annoyed with the chick playing Hodel when she misses her mark and sings a whole fucking line in complete darkness. Can’t even appreciate the fact that Samuel Schlesinger is a pretty good Tevye. Way better than Tammy Thompson as Golde. 

But then, during Sunrise, Sunset, he hears some sniffles beside him and realizes Chrissy’s all teary-eyed over what is, objectively, a pretty sad song. But also, what the fuck is he supposed to do about it? His hands are frozen to the armrests, and he wishes he was the kind of dude with a handkerchief in his pocket. 

“You okay?” he whispers in the few spare seconds of silence between the song ending and the wedding beginning. 

Chrissy nods. Compresses her lips into a tight line and wipes her eyes so fiercely that some mascara drags across her temple.

Intermission is soon after, and she turns to him with an apologetic smile when the house lights come on. “I’m sorry. It was just… pretty.” 

“No, uh. You’re fine. You’re uh… yeah. It’s a good song.”

“Mmm.” She twists her mouth into a bow, lower lip jutting into a pout. “Do you ever… it’s so stupid. I forgot about an English assignment, and I have to watch this and write an essay to make it up.” 

That’s surprising in that Chrissy has always struck him as perfect academically and socially, but it explains why she’s not here with friends. “Uh, sorry. I’m only here because I’m in drama, and like… yeah. I worked on it.” 

“Oh.” Another pause and she offers him a smile. “It’s really good.” 

“Thanks. Sorry about your English grade.” 

“At least she’s giving me a chance to make it up. This semester’s been… just. I don’t know.” She smooths down her skirt, then cuts her eyes at him. “Do you… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” 

It’s a loaded question with a simple answer, and Eddie smiles.

Technically, Tammy already graduated, but given that the Duffers don't care, neither do I, so she's Golde. Suck it, nerds!

[aspenforest732]

Mortem ad Wrens: Chapter 23 Can We Live with the Knowledge

Summary:

tw: human trafficking, blood

Notes:

‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

Half an hour before their study session, Akira was surprised to see Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari already at the table as they walked in.

“Honey, someone left a note for you,” Hisano, one of the librarians, said as they signed in the group. “He said something about fire?”

Akira nodded, thanking the lady as they slipped the note into their jacket pocket. ‘You’re early.’

“Yeah! We wanted to check if we could join your study group,” Kirishima beamed at them.

‘Sure, just try to limit your pops, Murder God,’ Akira shrugged. ‘Hisano and Hotaru don’t mind noise since we’re technically an after-school program, but explosion- and fire-based quirks are discouraged. If you need something to keep your sweat from building up, they have towels at the desk.’

Bakugo looked about to protest, but at a soft hand on his arm from Kirishima, he snapped his mouth shut and took their suggestion.

‘I’m assuming you’re the one who needs help between you and Murder God?’ Akira asked Kirishima after Bakugo came back.

He chuckled and said, “Yeah, he’s been helping me with Math, and when we talked with Kamibro, explaining some of it helped me learn, you know?”

Akira nodded thoughtfully. ‘If your system has already been working, I’d suggest continuing with it and adding explanations if you or Electric Rat get stuck. I usually spend the first two hours working with Raven and Dark Shadow on English after setting Electric Rat up with visual aids. Murder God, is there anything we can help you with or do you want to take over helping with math?’

“I don’t need any fucking help,” Bakugo snapped, curling in a bit.

Akira blinked, remembering why they usually didn’t bother. Wait, isn’t that like…they startled at the realization. ‘I struggle with History, personally. The dates and order of events always get mixed up in my head. I don’t sleep much, so I usually wait till the evening to study. I’m pretty sure everyone has something they’re not good at. Like how All Might is learning to teach.’

Some of the tension bled out of Bakugo’s shoulders as he grumbled, “Nicknames are easier than names.”

Akira offered a lopsided grin, ‘Sounds like a good match, then. If you don’t mind helping either Math or English for the first half, we can quiz each other on History the second half.’

The rest of the session went pretty smoothly, Bakugo only popping a few times in frustration and using the rag to keep down the size. The blonde’s excessive use of nicknames was starting to make sense as he barely recognized most of the names Akira threw at him. They were surprised Bakugo remembered their name, but they made a breakthrough realizing it was the sign that stuck with him. By the end of the session, Akira’s world map room was even marginally more organized.

Excusing themself a few minutes before Aizawa picked them up, Akira slipped into the bathroom and checked the note. Their breath caught at the list of names and pronouns: Sensei, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Spinner, Twice, Mr. Compress, Mustard. Recruiting on Stain. Trial run August.

That night, a bad feeling settled in their gut as Mortis watched the drugs be exchanged. Nothing in particular seemed off, Eraser Head not even stopping by to check on them. As they watched the gang for tails, though, they caught sight of two people stumbling while running through a nearby alleyway. Silently roof hopping closer, Mortis tagged them as emaciated, filthy, and… their eyes widened as they spotted bloody wrists. Mortis practically flew over the roofs in the direction they came from, warping a few times as their legs buckled, but didn’t spot anyone. Still not seeing Eraser Head, they made their way back to where the people were headed.

Mortis warped down, dispelling their clone as one of them collapsed against the side of a building. ‘Woah there, I’m not here to hurt you,’ Mortis signed as the standing person brandished a pipe. ‘Do you know JSL?’

“Wh-who are you?” pipe person asked.

‘Someone who wants to help,’ Mortis signed slowly. ‘You two look pretty badly hurt, and I know those wounds. Would you rather I call a hero?’

The one on the ground nodded while pipe person looked conflicted. “Which one?”

‘Eraser Head is nearby; I can ping him my location. What are your names?’ At pipe person’s nod, they pinged him their location with Injury: Other (Civilian).

“I’m Kawa Ikeda, and this is June Seymour,” pipe person, now Ikeda, said. She frantically started looking around. “Did you see anyone? I- I don’t know if we were followed.”

Mortis shook their head, ‘I checked back the way you came before coming down. Eraser Head should be here in a few… there he is.’ Mortis pointed out the hero darting down a fire escape across the street and quickly caught him up, adding, ‘Pretty sure trafficking is involved. Please keep me apprised, as we’ll be keeping an eye out as well.’

Back at base, Mortis checked in with Boss.

“You’re usually back sooner, run into a problem?”

‘You could say that,’ Mortis huffed and adjusted the cold compresses on their legs. ‘We’ve got another human trafficking ring. Eraser said he’ll keep us updated, but everyone should be aware.’

“Alright, I’ll round up another meeting. Anything else?”

Mortis passed the note Dabi had left for them. ‘Wildfire passed this along. Also, Eraser is working on the Todoroki abuse case now.’

Boss peered up at them for a long moment before nodding. “Glad you two are getting along, kid. You could use more people on your side with what you have planned.”

As Akira set aside History prep to take a break with English, they picked up Yamada’s humming drifting closer from the kitchen. Akira shifted their papers together, condensing their space on the coffee table for him.

“Oh, you’re studying English?” Yamada asked, eyes lighting up. He sat in the chair at the other end of the table but looked curiously over the study guide. Yamada set down a cup of his usual tea, kabuecha, beside his tablet.

Akira nodded with some hesitation, gradually getting used to the voice hero’s proximity. ‘It’s a good break from History.’

“Well, let me know if you need any help,” Yamada said brightly. “I’m just going over this week’s programming for my show.”

A few minutes later, Akira’s gaze flicked towards Yamada at a movement. He set his hearing aids in a charging case. They’d seen him do this several times over the course of their stay, but Akira was suddenly struck by a thought. ‘Loud Cockatoo?’ they hesitantly signed. The hero looked up with a smile. ‘Japanese has JSL. Does English have a different sign language? At base, its fingerspelling would be different.’

Yamada looked surprised then grinned, ‘It sure does, little listener! It’s called American Sign Language, or ASL. England, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland also have British Sign Language from when they were classified as the United Kingdom. We still have the ASL textbook Sleepy Cat started with if you want to learn.’

Akira nodded, curiosity seeping into their eyes. ‘They separated in 2050, right?’

‘2054, but that was close. Also, back then Ireland was split with only Northern Ireland being part of the UK,’ Yamada flashed a bright smile. He returned after a few minutes with a thick book titled “Introduction to American Sign Language” and set it down halfway down the coffee table. ‘We have a bit of a tradition for people who start learning with it to write their name on the title page, but don’t feel obligated if you don’t want to.’

Inside, Akira found the signature of Aizawa, Oboro, Kayama, and Ida. They cocked their head at the second name, not sure if they should ask. When Yamada saw what made them pause, he gave a sad smile. ‘Loud Cloud was a dear friend of ours. We lost him during our debut in second year.’

Akira nodded reverently, ‘It’s terrible to lose someone that young.’ They added their name to the list and started looking through the basics, copying the gestures as best they could with the occasional correction from Yamada.

The first three days of exams were all the written portion, and Akira felt pretty confident they didn’t fail anything. Even History was at worst a C, which should put them solidly in the running for the summer training camp. Kaminari was definitely worse for wear by the end, but their study sessions and apparent IEP were paying off as he at least got to all the questions.

The day of the practical, all the first-year teachers met them in U.A.’s central plaza. “I expect that you all have gathered information ahead of time and have some idea of what you will be doing.”

“We’re fighting you teachers, right?” Kaminari asked nervously.

“That’s right!” Nezu called as he wriggled out of Aizawa’s scarf. “For various reasons, the exam will be different starting this year…”

Akira met Koda’s smile as their suspicions were confirmed with the formatting. As they’d hoped, Akira was paired against Midnight, although Sero for a partner was a surprise. They barely interacted with him unless sparring, his outgoing personality a little much for Akira.

‘Test it first,’ Mortis signed as they headed to their zone, motioning for Cellophane to apply tape. ‘Need to check for the day.’ While their heart skipped a beat with Cellophane’s proximity, Mortis nodded after a moment and ripped the tape off their nose and mouth. ‘Tape’s fine, we’ll go with that strategy.’

While Cellophane couldn’t hold his breath as long as Mortis, he was primarily a ranged fighter anyways. The moment the test started, they flung themselves into a sprint away from Midnight as Cellophane quickly applied the tape. Mortis circled back around opposite Cellophane, curiosity thrumming as they watched Somnambulist crawl across the ground.

Deftly warping at the crack of a whip, Mortis kept the capture side of their cuffs in their palm. Mortis darted forward as Midnight’s whip cracked in the opposite direction, only to roll to the side as Midnight released a fresh wave of her quirk. Hitting their halfway mark for air, Mortis warped out of the building gas to take a quick breath, checking with Cellophane, who was a few meters away keeping Midnight’s attention.

Removing the tape, Mortis warped forward while directing their clone to approach Cellophane. A whip cracked out, dispelling it with an amused look from Midnight. “Come now, kittens, why don’t you stop messing around? You must be running out of air soon, Cellophane, and your little friend is around here somewhere.”

Good, her awareness doesn’t extend with her quirk. Mortis warped and directed their clone to carefully slump over. The force would normally be enough to dispel it, but Mina had suggested stage falls as a way to control their descent. Midnight grinned and approached their clone, crouching to check them as Mortis snuck up behind her. In a flash, the cuff clipped around Midnight’s wrist, and the buzzer sounded.

As the hero’s quirk dispersed, Mortis took a small breath of it. ‘Smells nice, like chocolate.’

“That was clever, kittens. How are you feeling?” Midnight asked, letting Mortis take the cuff off before giving them some space.

‘Nothing new, just a little drowsy. I’m glad our theory worked.’

“Yeah! Since you’re nonbinary and… what was it again?” Cellophane asked with a grin.

‘Aro ace. I think the combination of the two made Somnambulist less effective since Lesbians seem as affected as most men.’

Midnight nodded with a smile, “I haven’t run into many nonbinary opponents, and people who aren’t attracted to women aren’t immune but don’t go down as fast.”

Kirishima, Sato, Mina, and Kaminari still failed the practical, but Akira wasn’t sure how any student was supposed to defeat the principal. At Mina’s suggestion, the class went out for ramen after Aizawa announced everyone was going.

“What are everyone’s plans for the summer?” Mina asked excitedly, bouncing in her seat. “We should try to do something together.”

“We could go shopping together,” Uraraka pointed out. “Most of us probably need to get at least a few things off the list to bring, right?”

The next day, Aizawa drove Akira and Shinso to the mall, reminding them to ping their location and not engage if they ran into any trouble. Akira slipped a copy of Dabi’s note onto the console as they left, hoping the time difference would shake potential suspicion. As the group split into pairs, things seemed to be going smoothly.

“Think Uraraka’s finally gonna tell Midoriya about her crush?”

Akira stared between him and the pair that had just separated. ‘She has a crush on him?’

They snorted, “It’s pretty obvious. The looks, the blushing, Mina’s intuition…”

Shaking their head, Akira did a double take as they noticed someone leading a stiff Midoriya to a bench. ‘Do you know the guy leading Midoriya? Seems off.’

Shinso frowned, and the two slowly made their way around the top to get a better angle. Akira pulled out their phone and hovered over the emergency locator. ‘There’s a trafficking ring active, if anything is suspicious-’ Akira slammed the villain alert as they spotted a hand around Midoriya’s neck. They followed it with a text to Aizawa with a picture of the situation, “Man with hand around Midoriya’s throat. No reaction, likely civilians threatened.”

Moments later, he responded. “Evacuate. Coordinate with security. ETA 10 minutes.”

With a nod to Shinso, Akira quickly scanned the floor for the security office and motioned Shinso to it. Akira told the class group chat to start evacuating people and made their way through the second floor with the authority of a U.A. student. Most followed their instructions, but a few stragglers refused to listen to a child.

Huffing in frustration, Akira looked over the balcony again and saw Uraraka approaching the pair. Immediately, they shot out a text, “Don’t approach. Aizawa en route.”

Halfway through the second floor, Akira spotted Tokoyami and Ida assisting with the evacuation. Catching their eyes, Akira signaled the two to continue while they made their way downstairs. A few more had joined the evacuation, although it was starting to be noticeable. Akira shot off another text to Aizawa, “Crowd thinning noticeable. Permission to use quirk.”

“Permission granted but don’t engage. ETA 2 minutes.”

Ducking behind a plant, Akira warped to the other side of Midoriya, tapping his leg twice. Examining the hold, they forced their breathing to steady as they recognized Shigaraki’s eyes. The moment they felt their invisibility drop early, Akira chopped their hand in between Shigaraki’s finger and Midoriya’s throat, narrowly catching it as they stared into red eyes. Shit.

Shigaraki pulled away to their confusion as Midoriya started coughing. “Oh, you had a friend with you? Sorry ‘bout that. I’m off, then.” With a heated glance at Akira, he continued. “If you try following me, I’ll get angry.”

Frozen, Akira watched Shigaraki slip into the crowd after answering Midoriya’s bold questions, blending in with the evacuees. After a moment, they checked Midoriya, examining his neck while he tried to catch his breath.

‘What the fuck. Don’t antagonize someone who just nearly dusted you,’ Akira signed as they didn’t see any lasting damage.

Aizawa rushed out of the crowd, “Where is he?”

‘Gone into the crowd. Something disrupted my clone while I was following your instructions, and it was too risky to then follow him into a crowd,’ Akira signed. ‘Broccoli is winded but not hurt.’ They winced at the small bruise starting to form. ‘Not seriously.’

There was a lot of paperwork to fill out as a quirk had been used, and they had to go to the police station with Midoriya. A pro’s permission technically applied, although the medium would be questionable if Aizawa had not used the phone number on file.

“You did good, kids,” Aizawa gruffly said as they finally left that evening. Midoriya’s mom whisked him away and Aizawa turned to Akira. “I’d feel more comfortable if you continue to stay with us, but I’ll give you a ride to where you want.”

‘Warehouse District 11. I need to be close.’ As much as Akira found themself wanting to stay, it was too dangerous. For them and for the hero family.

Notes:

omg I remembered the cutest ship name for kiribaku: pop rocks. Akira noticed when Uraraka didn’t because they’ve been watching for human trafficking. Midoriya going with a stranger wouldn’t make sense. When I first uploaded this chapter on ao3, I had just finished Bello Licentiae. I just finished Libertias aut Mortis yesterday :) 

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