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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 11 months ago

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Disclaimer: I do not own Emilio(hunter). Full Credit goes to HC -@ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Supernatural, Fluff, Comedy?, Crackfic/ Fic on Crack HAHAHAHHA

WC: 2K

Nothing.

The single word that sums up everything you remembered the moment you woke up in this unfamiliar mansion.

The living room was grand and has numerous framed pictures and certificates hanging on the wall. The furniture was covered and everything seemed unused for some time, except for the library- it's well maintained as if someone took the time and effort to clean it once in a while and make sure the books are properly stored and aren't being damaged.

You were already dead.

How did you know?

Well aside from the fact that it took you days of concentration and sheer will to just hold a single book and turn the pages since everything seems to just pass through you- your lack of hunger, pain, and any other stuff a breathing and living creature needs is very apparent.

You tried going out of the mansion but it seems like you're trapped and is being bound to the place by an unseen force. Is this it? Is this the place you're supposed to haunt forever? You wondered.

What are you even supposed to haunt this place for when you can't even remember a thing? Wouldn't it be awkward to just murmur "Hustisyaaaaaaa-" like the ghosts you read about on the comic books you found on the library? What will you be asking justice for? What if you just died of natural causes? That will be very embarrassing.

You've taken a liking to comics since the pages are much lighter than the normal books and you've gotten used to concentrating enough to turn the pages easily. You usually spent a lot of time reading to your heart's content at the library, wondering if you had the same experiences as the characters when you were still alive.

Your quiet days of being alone only lasted for almost a month when a dark and tall man came with lots of weird tools and what seemed to be weapons. He must be the owner of this mansion. You quickly hid out of instinct before realizing that you're a ghost and he will not see you either way.

The guy was quirky, funny at most on how the first thing he did after getting home was check the library. So this guy is the one keeping all the books clean and in order.

You watched all of his moves- how he checked each shelf as you slowly got nervous when he almost reached the comic book section since it might just be a little disheveled because it takes a lot of concentration from you to move stuff.

Unlike how he looked around on the other shelves, he just took a very brief glance at the comic book section before smiling to himself and walking away while humming some lively tune.

It took him the whole day to tidy up his stuff from wherever he came from and it was almost sundown when he finished. He disappeared into the master's bedroom as you heard the water running from his bathroom. You kept yourself from following him since it felt wrong to violate his privacy in his own home so you just went back to the library to continue reading, making sure to turn the pages as quietly as you can so as to not scare the man.

After a few hours, you can hear strange sounds coming from the living room. You slowly went down to check what it was and found the man slumped on the couch, eating while watching TV. Television. Just like the thing you saw in the comic! You hesitantly walked towards the couch and sat down at the far opposite end to watch what seemed to be some kind of horror movie.

The moment Emilio set foot in his mansion, he saw you right away, hiding behind the furniture- he found it funny. It's not like normal humans will see you, but he's no normal human. He's got this gift ever since he was still a child. The ability to see what the naked eye doesn't. It's not just ghosts, but also other elements and creatures that the others thought were just fragments of the imagination and the mind.

He can see you following him around like a curious child. The first thing he checked was his library where he keeps many of his work's documentation and research. He also noticed the slight mess out of his comic book collections, knowing it was probably you trying to practice moving stuff.

He made sure you wouldn't notice that he could see you so he could continue observing your funny and un-ghost-like antics.

The way it took all of his self-control not to giggle as you politely sat down on the opposite end of the couch to watch TV with him- it was so cute and adorable and the way you looked so invested in the movie made him feel like not wanting to turn it off.

He was tired after being away for a month and he's definitely falling asleep already. Emilio switched into a laying position on the couch, making sure his movements were slow as to not startle you who is currently deeply engrossed in what you are watching.

After the movie ends, you look towards Emilio only to see him fast asleep. Just how oblivious is this human to fall comfortably asleep with a ghost beside him? You softly chuckled to yourself as you politely turned the TV off so as to not have his electricity bill go overboard before slowly retreating to your usual spot at the library.

This encounter has become a cycle- Emilio stays for a couple of days, just relaxing, reading stuff, and tinkering with some small trinkets before leaving again and being gone for weeks.

You've been so used to him that you start to worry when he's gone for longer than usual. Watching TV beside him on the couch has been an activity you look forward to. Upon observing him for months, you finally learned that he is some sort of a hunter- whatever he hunts is something you still don't know though.

Through time, you've also developed more and more control and focus, making touching stuff easier and more natural at this point that you sometimes accidentally knock stuff over. Emilio doesn't seem to freak out or be scared though.

The only thing that's bothering Emilio is the fact that keeping a straight face around you is so hard. He doesn't want you to know that he can see you- but the way you pick up the stuff you knocked over and return it to where it's supposed to be- innocently at that, is just way too funny. You also had the habit of imitating funny faces and even funny dances you see on the tv.

At some point, you ran out of books to read at the library, thanks to the fact that ghosts don't need sleep, so you started following Emilio around whenever he was at home. You find it amusing to watch him study and do errands around the mansion, no matter how simple it is such as repairing some old furniture.

Emilio noticed you following him around more often than usual and the small frown on your face whenever he goes outside to do errands since you can't seem to set foot beyond the mansion's walls, so he started bringing his weapons inside to clean it so you can still watch him.

You were being too nosy, leaning way too closely against his stuff that you accidentally elbowed it, making it fall towards you. Emilio quickly moved on instinct, catching his weapons so it wouldn't fall over you despite knowing that it'll just pass through you.

"You okay?" he worriedly asked before realizing his mistake- he just casually asked you, a ghost a question while looking intently into your eyes.

"Uh, yeah sorry-- You can see me?!" You didn't bother hiding the shock on your face when the man, who you've been living with for the past few months suddenly spoke to you.

Emilio softly chuckled as he shook his head. "Aw, you got me there. Anyway, yes. I've always been able to see you, cutie." he said with a smirk as he leaned his tools and weapons back on the wall securely.

You could've sworn right there and then that you could die for the second time around out of sheer humiliation- all those countless times that you did something really embarrassing replaying in your head. You nervously chuckled before running away, knocking a few stuff over which you immediately pick up and return to its place before successfully exiting the room and seeking refuge in your spot at the library.

For days, you made sure not to make your presence known, spending all your time in solace. You heard the slight sound of Emilio's weapons being dragged on the floor and the brief jingling of his keys as he left the mansion.

"I'll be off and will be back in three weeks. Don't worry about me." Emilio chuckled as he left.

He's a weird human. Like, who even does that? Who just bids their local ghost goodbye?!

You spend your days just chilling and watching tv- which is funny since you saw in a horror movie once how scared the characters get when the television suddenly turns on in an abandoned house.

Rude. What if the ghost haunting the place just wanted to watch their favorite show and everyone is just screaming and freaking out?

Upon putting some thought regarding your current situation with Emilio, and the fact that he can actually see you all this time, you came to the conclusion that you two are basically housemates- just two homies who liked watching movies together. Perfectly normal except for the fact that you are a ghost.

How can he not be afraid of you? How can he not like, ask you to go away? And how can he not call a priest or something to exorcise you out of his mansion? You wondered as you contemplated about asking him those stuff once he comes back. At the same time, you can't help but wonder if he's secretly a loser and is lonely so he keeps you around just so he has some company. Maybe he just wants a friend?

When Emilio came back, you didn't bother hiding yourself as you sat on the couch, a little closer to him than usual.

"Man, we need to talk."

Emilio softly chuckled at your seriousness as he turned around to face you. "Sure. What should we talk about?"

You tried clearing your throat, not knowing how to say it the least offensive way as possible. "Are you kinda...y'know...few screws loose? Cause you not being scared of me scares me."

He looked at you blankly for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. "No, no. I get you. But I'm perfectly normal, thank you for asking."

"Heh, doesn't seem like it to me. Normal people don't talk to...ghosts. Well atleast not so casually like this."

"Normal ghosts aren't as cute as you."

You rolled your eyes as you stared at him in disbelief. "Really? You're gonna go with pick up lines? To a ghost? Man, do you not have any friends? What will happen to you once I see that bright light that will take me to the afterlife? You know, I might go poof! gone, one day."

"Oh, trust me. You won't be going anywhere, Ma'am. You're staying here at our house." He said with a very smug expression.

"How are you so sure? I didn't receive some memo or some contract about me staying here, although you're right. It seems like I can't leave this place."

"A contract you say? We have that one."

You raised an eyebrow as you look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I had it framed and hung up on the living room. Look for the one that says Marriage Certificate." Emilio smirked. "Now, coming home to my wife doesn't sound so weird, right?"

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Emilio del Pilar the local monster hunter. Please support them <3

#planet puto #planetputo #philmytcrea #rp hunter #rp emildephil

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electronic-elevator · 1 year ago

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so I had a couple-hour drive today and would be arriving home to an empty house. so of course I was like. 👀 not going to NOT hold my pee

now like, I didn't think it was going to get too bad. I'd used the bathroom just before leaving, right? plan A was to play with myself until I had an accident

except. in about an hour. I was already in a bad way. I wasn't going to just waste the opportunity — after all, like I said, I'd be the only one home. If I had an actual accident in the car, well, whatever; I could clean it tomorrow. Plan B became "okay, well, it's going to be dark out either way. what if I wet myself outside? I've never done that and always wanted to." I figured I'd go up on my deck and do it there, giving me enough cover to be hidden even if a car drives by.

now, at the time, I might've called this "desperate." it was bad enough that I could roll my hips forward and feel that rush like I'd pushed down on my bladder. I pushed until I leaked, just to feel it.

luckily, I did NOT drain my water like I briefly considered, because it just got worse. I kept checking the GPS every two minutes like there was going to be some new, faster route opened up midway through. I was unable to pay nearly as much attention to Ｄistractible as they deserve.

and the thing is, though the once-fringe idea that I might have an actual accident was becoming more likely, I have literally never had a real accident. I'm plagued by an iron bladder, and somewhere between 40 and 20 minutes out, this starts turning to pain. and this is desperation -- it's not not pleasurable, because I do have a masochistic streak, but it hurts. I'm in a cold sweat. I've got a death grip on the steering wheel. I can't flirt with leaks anymore; I'm locked up tight because there's not enough of my attention to focus both on driving and relaxing. Plan C: I'll wet right outside my car. It's going to be dark, and it's unlikely that someone else is going to be around for those few minutes, and frankly? Fuck it. Who cares.

Past the 20 minute mark, I begin briefly but repeatedly considering Plan D (pulling over and wetting on the side of the road, then driving home like that). This would not be particularly safe, though, on a dark back road, and I quickly run out of back road and end up in town, where it would be perhaps indecent.

10 minutes out, I'm swearing under my breath. Genuinely, this is probably "driving impaired." I'm having genuine trouble focusing on the road. I normally would NOT do something like this, but again, I had NO IDEA I was going to get this desperate. I thought I'd arrive home with an urgent but completely manageable need, and now I'm clutching onto the handle above the door and praying for only green lights. I start to wonder if I'm going to leak, for real, which would be incredible. I can't sit still, but my squirming is super constrained because everything is locked up so tightly. I'm driving as carefully as I possibly can to avoid any startles or slowdowns caused by me being an idiot.

Then, though, I turn onto my road, and see not one, not two, but SEVERAL CARS of people. Somewhere in the recesses of my memory, the knowledge that my neighbor had a bunch of people over for the holiday when I'd left yesterday resurfaced. They were apparently still here, plus two cars at the (closed; they're security. there's usually only one, and only occasionally) business across the street. Lights on, running, clearly full of people. I cannot, or should not, wet myself in front of them.

I literally could not stand up straight. I grabbed my keys only and stumbled into the house -- and I honestly wish I could've just wet myself there, but again: things get locked up pretty tightly for me. So, ignoring the poor cats, I move as fast as I can (which is not fast) to the bathroom and stumble into the shower to finally piss. I can't turn the lights on, because the window shade is up, and so the neighbors could see in if I did.

and the PROBLEM is it didn't feel as fucking amazing as it should because I'd waited too long... but this was my first pants wetting in quite a while and I did enjoy it

Epilogue: Since the piss wasn't as satisfying, and bc I hadn't jacked it in a couple days ig, I was still horny af so (after an awkward half-clothed rinse off and actually carrying my shit inside and saying hi to the cats) I fucked myself with two (2) dildos and a vibrator until I came so much it looked like I pissed on the pad below me.

#mine #omorashi #IRL #I'm having celebratory pizza now (well. it's baking)

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starry707 · 2 months ago

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Day 7 - Crossover

An Electric Dreams (1984) x FNAF crossover on my AO3 or below the cut

A little embarrassing, but that's the point haha

A blog that I followed for DCA content started fixating on Electric Dreams (1984), so I watched it and became a simp got hooked too. I wanted to write a full story and tag them, but I think they fell out of it already? Oof... oh well

Anyways, cringetober by @icryink

A New Dream

Summary:

As an employee at Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, you're no stranger to highly functioning AI that borderlines sentience. But what will happen when you you bring home an old computer from the 80s that longs for company and affection?

An Electric Dreams (1984) x FNAF Security Breach crossover because I apparently have a soft spot for silly sentient AI characters that cause chaos.

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Chapter 1

"Sorry, Vanessa. Help Wanted will need to wait for another couple paychecks..."

You get back to your apartment in the early morning after another graveyard shift at Fazbear Entertainment's Mega PizzaPlex. It was surprisingly uneventful. There were no major potential lawsuits that needed fixing, and the cleaning aspect of your job was largely overtaken by staff bots after the recent mass human-employee layoff. They only left the workforce with the bare minimum: an underqualified security guard that's seemingly always at the Plex, an elusive daytime technician, and a general staff member (you!). Probably so they have someone to pass the blame on in case something goes horribly wrong with the animatronics. Either way, there wasn't much for any of you to do nowadays. But, hey, at least the pay was good, and the quirky animatronics never fail to entertain you.

After a couple hours of sleep and some lunch, you decide to go into town before getting ready for tonight's shift. You had met the security guard, Vanessa, for the first time the other day during your rounds. Despite being new, she seemed invested in the company and its history, even suggesting (rather insistently) that you check out Fazbear's VR game. You saw there was a recently released flatmode version on PC, but Vanessa specified that it had to be VR for the best experience. So there you are, browsing around at a local GameStop for the game and a VR set.

As you're debating the hefty price tag on the headset, you notice a man walk in with a large box. A closer look as he passes by reveals an old, shattered pinecone computer. With a heavy thud on the counter, the man asks the employee if he could trade in the machine. You eavesdrop in as he explains.

"Inherited it from my parents. I have no idea why they kept it for so long. It was destroyed even before I was born. Whenever I asked, they just said it had 'sentimental value' to them." He stops for a sigh. "But dad shot down any offer to get it fixed for whatever reason. Almost sounded scared... or guilty..."

That definitely piques your interest. You discreetly examine the computer as the worker behind the counter takes it out and observes its state.

"Sorry, sir," the employee says flatly. "The serial number isn't legible from the damage it suffered." They put it back in the box on top of what you assume to be wires and accessories. "We can't accept it."

"I guess that's to be expected. Thank you anyways," the man picks the box up in defeat and heads towards the exit. "It was worth a shot for some extra cash before bringing it to the dump."

"Excuse me," you call out as you catch up to him before you could think about it. Something in you didn't want to imagine such a device ending up in a trash heap. Maybe all the time you've spent with the animatronics at work made you look at technology differently in ways other people normally wouldn't. "I couldn't help but overhear your situation. I'd be happy to take it off your hands if you're willing."

"You want this old piece of scrap?" he asks with raised brows.

"Yes, I'm something of a computer technician." You try to stifle the knowing grin tugging at your lips. If only he knew what you worked with. "It looks like an incredible model. I'd like to fix it up as a personal project. Of course, I'd be willing to pay you for it, too."

You make your totally not shady exchange in the parking lot. The man gives you the box after you send over the money. Safely tucking it into the seat of your car, you make your way back home, thinking about what parts you might need to repair the machine. Now you'll have something to look forward to during the days while you wait for your next shift.

#star writes #cringetober 2024 #cringetober #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #electric dreams #electric dreams 1984 #edgar electric dreams #writing prompt challenge #crossover fic #fuck it. cringe is dead #im so sorry if you know me irl...

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kayforpay · 1 year ago

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Silly ass prompt. What's better than two weiners? FOUR WEINERS!

"So it's a quirk, then?" Shouta looks unimpressed, which is normal, but slightly more unimpressed than usual. Hizashi shifts, realizing that their couch really wasn't made for three people to sit on. "How long does it last? Are you split into... emotional states?"

Hizashi, the original one, shrugs. "No clue, honestly. And I think it's just... Copies? They don't seem to talk or anything, they just kind of, I don't know. They do that I think at them to do?" He looks to his left, at the other two of himself, who are staring blankly into space. Spooky. "I know it's really creepy, but I didn't want to just leave them outside somewhere."

Shouta is sitting in his armchair, legs crossed, and he looks at the clock. "You reported it already, didn't you? Even if it's a kid's quirk, they need to learn to control it to keep this from happening. It seems too strong to risk." It has been, by Hizashi's rough estimation, at least four hours since he got knocked over by a teenager and found himself multiplied. Apparently, the kid was in a support course with another school.

"I reported it right away! I was on patrol anyway, but now I can't go to the radio station. I don't want to freak anyone out." He shifts again, and the other two versions of himself scoot slightly down. "I'm lucky I had enough civilian clothes for all three of us, or it would have caused an even bigger scene."

About ten seconds pass in silence, and Hizashi starts to wonder if the other versions of himself even need to breathe before Shouta sighs and stands up. As he walks past the side of the couch Hizashi is sitting on, he pulls his hair out of the lazy bun he had it in when they got home, and stretches.

"I'm guessing you didn't take a shower? Your hair is crunchy." He's smiling, at least, so that's a bonus. "If they're gonna be around, I don't want them wearing your dirty clothes. Come on."

It takes Hizashi a moment to consider the offer, and then he's walking into the bathroom, followed by his clones, all of them leaving a trail of clothing as they go. Shouta is crouching by the heat dial, carefully adjusting the temperature in his boxers, and it's only then that Hizashi wonders why Shouta is joining him at all. He probably took a shower as soon as he got off patrol.

"Uh, babe, I can get myself clean, if you want? I don't want you to get weirded out. Or tired of my face." He chuckles, watching raptly as Shouta strips his boxers, and then delicately removes his prosthetic. Like always, Hizashi moves it out of the room, so the steam doesn't get to it.

Shouta sits on the stool. "If I was going to get sick of your face, I would have been sick years ago, Hizashi. Come here." He waves a hand, and Hizashi comes where he's beckoned, still flushed that Shouta was... Well, somewhat sweet, right?

Shockingly, Before Hizashi can sit on a washcloth between his legs, Shouta pulls him into a kiss, his hands spread over Hizashi's chest. His tongue presses against the corner of Hizashi's lips when he pulls back to speak.

"Sho, what're you doing?" He paused, letting Shouta shove his tongue into his mouth, and knelt on the cloth instead. "Not that I'm complaining, but--"

He waves at the copies, which he swore hadn't blinked since before they came into the bath.

The water was hot when it hit the back of his head, and he yelped. "I'm not wasting having tomorrow off just because you got hit with a quirk." His hands work through Hizashi's hair, melting the gel with practiced movements and the specialty shampoo Hizashi uses.

"Should I send them out?"

Shouta's eye narrows slightly. "They need a shower, too."

He can't really argue with that, even though he would be just as happy keeping them stood by the door until he has to go somewhere and keep track of them, so he just takes the showerhead to rinse his hair. Shouta's hands go back to his chest, massaging his skin and pulling at Hizashi's nipples with his thumbs.

Hair and soap stream down Hizashi's face, and he jumps when Shouta wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily, and he jumps again when Shouta leans in to bite his ear. "Can they touch me, Zashi?" His breath is hot, even compared to the water.

It should be uncomfortable how easy it is to control the copies, to have them walk over and wrap their arms around Shouta. One kisses him, and the other slides under his arm to mouth at his chest, and Hizashi pushes his hair out of his face in time to see Shouta's cock twitch, to see him swallow back a moan at the hands on him.

Zashi kneels lower, until he can press his face into the dark hair around the base of Shouta's cock, and gets the copies to support him leaning back. The Hizashi at Shouta's chest trails sloppy kisses lower, and the one kissing him moves to nibble at his neck. Shouta breathes a little harder as he's pulled to lean against the Hizashi at his back, and digs his nails into that one's arm as the other two meet at his prick.

They lick around the shaft, red eyes half-lidded, and Zashi glances up at Shouta to meet his eye before pulling himself into a slow kiss. Shouta groans, and bucks his hips almost hard enough to fall off the stool when they go back to licking around his cock. The Hizashi behind him holds him up, settling into a seated position behind him, and spreads his legs wider.

Hizashi and Zashi crawl forward, one sucking his cock while the other takes advantage of the angle to drag his tongue over his hole. While Zashi's busy, Hizashi's own hard cock (who even knew they could do that?!) presses against his thigh, and he wraps a hand around it. If only the sensations were shared, Zashi thinks.

"Hey, Sho." He sits up, his mouth wet, and makes the Hizashi sucking Shouta off sit up. "Wanna see me suck my own dick?"

Shouta is silent, his eye so wide he seems nervous, and Zashi is about to apologize. "Yeah, but I'm probably gonna come." His lips curl into a frown, and the Hizashi behind him slides a hand down to stroke his cock.

Zashi closes his eyes as he takes the Hizashi into his mouth, humming softly. It's a little awkward, but no more than any other time he'd sucked someone off for Shouta to watch; honestly, this is the most excited Shouta has ever seemed to watch it. Usually it's more for Zashi than anything.

The Hizashi behind Shouta presses two fingers into Shouta, tentative, but Shouta is clearly somewhat prepared, because he just groans to do more. The Hizashi in front of Zashi himself tangles his hands into Zashi's hair, pulling his hair to move him. It's a little less fun than when someone is actually testing the amount he can take, actually being rough, but Shouta is squirming before long, his foot slipping against the slick tile as he tries to push against the fingers inside him and the hand around him.

Pulling back with a sharp gasp, Zashi has Hizashi slap the head of his cock against his tongue, and Shouta grunts, his jaw tense, as he comes, white spilling over the Hizashi's knuckles. Zashi moves in to kiss him, and Shouta whimpers, pulling him closer with sharp nails in his back.

"Fuck me. I w-- I want you in me. All of you." The flush on his face deepens, but he wraps his knee around Zashi's waist to drag him in anyway. "You look so good with your hair down."

Even without the compliment, Zashi's nodding, kissing Shouta again as he presses against the knuckles at the edge of his hole. "Can you take it, Sho?" Zashi isn't under any delusions that he's got a massive dick, but it also isn't like they really do a lot of stuff with Shouta taking anything bigger; the last time they had Sekijiro over, Zashi had been the one taking him, and Shouta had done his best to play into the fantasy, looking detached and giving directions.

"Yeah. Come on." He looks over Zashi's shoulder, and waves to the Hizashi standing behind him. "Bring him here?"

Shouta takes Hizashi's cock into his mouth as soon as he can, and Zashi presses into his hole with a groan, letting his head lean against the other Hizashi's shoulder once he's inside. Shouta is pretty well prepared, considering how little attention Zashi has been able to give to him, but he's still not going to rush into it. They rarely get days off together, anyway.

Hizashi starts to fuck Shouta's mouth, in the way he usually likes, short thrusts that force his throat open and make him struggle not to gag. Zashi grinds against him, watching as his flagging erection returns to fullness at the attention. The Hizashi behind Shouta pinches his nipple, and reaches to the wall nook with the other shower supplies. He grabs the lube, and reaches between Zashi and Shouta to pour some over Zashi's cock before he fucks back into him.

He pours more of the lube onto his own cock, and between them they lift Shouta almost completely to get his cock lined up. Shouta pulls off of Hizashi's cock with a gasp, and presses his face against Hizashi's thigh while the one behind him presses in. Zashi's hips twitch when they're both seated inside him, the pressure surprisingly good, and Shouta moans aloud, mouth pressing to the base of Hizashi's cock.

Despite his best attempts to muffle himself, Shouta's moans still leak out while Zashi moves, fucking him as slowly as he can stand to. He sucks little marks into Shouta's skin, and has the Hizashi behind him stroke his cock.

Surprisingly, the first one to come is the Hizashi over Shouta, who yanks his head back almost too hard to cum over his face, panting. Zashi marvels at how Shouta finds his o-face attractive while Shouta moans, shaking between him and the other Hizashi. His hole twitches, and Zashi speeds up, pushing Shouta's legs up to get between them more.

When Shouta lets his head hang limply against the other Hizashi's shoulder, Hizashi moves to lick the cum off his cheeks, moaning in Zashi's voice, and Shouta whimpers. His knees tighten, almost like he's trying to push Zashi away, and he jerks, hard enough for Zashi to slip out of him as he comes again, more cum dripping down his shaft and his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

Zashi doesn't give him a moment, pressing himself back in immediately while he kisses Hizashi. They move in tandem, for the most part, while Shouta's legs curl almost to his chest from the stimulation. He breathes little encouragements between kisses, telling Zashi to go faster, that he's doing well.

The Hizashi behind Shouta holds his legs up to his chest while Zashi moves, moaning softly each time he thrusts in. Shouta wraps a hand around the back of Zashi's neck, pulling him in to kiss him, and Zashi comes with an almost too-loud moan, hips jerking and thighs slipping against the Hizashi clone's legs.

The Hizashi behind Shouta lets his legs down, and Zashi realizes when he pulls back that the Hizashi must have also finished, from the mess spilling out of Shouta's hole. He doesn't move far, more concerned with kissing Shouta a little more than really examining how much cum is coming out of him (though he does consider it something worth thinking about later).

After a few minutes, and Zashi's knees starting to really ache from the tile, Shouta yells, thudding to the floor as smoke fills the small room. "What?!"

Zashi leans back and fans the smoke out of his eyes. "Oh. I guess that's how we get rid of them." The room feels weirdly empty, now, and he stumbles over himself picking Shouta up off the floor.

"You said a teen is the one who has this quirk?" Shouta asks, picking up the forgotten showerhead and rinsing the sweat off himself. "I guess we should probably report this, too."

Hizashi glues himself to Shouta's back, snuggling against his neck. "I don't know. Do we? It's a little awkward, isn't it?"

#thnks fr th qstns #anon and on and on and on #erasermic #bnha #drabbles #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #nsft #yeah its exactly what u think it is. lol.

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skepticoyote · 1 year ago

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Almost died, now what?

Last week (Saturday October 14) my partner and I flew to Toronto to spend a few days with his parents. They rented a nice AirBnB and we had a whole week of fun activities planned (mostly museums because we are boring people). We were really excited since neither of us have traveled since before Covid and it had been literally years since we had seen his family.

The morning of our trip I was feeling a little nauseous and threw up, but passed it off as travel nerves. Something you need to understand about me is that I have struggled with stomach issues for the better part of a decade. I will have these seemingly random bouts of extreme nausea and vomiting anywhere between 3 weeks and 3 months apart, usually lasting about 2 - 4 days. During these attacks I am usually unable to eat anything and can barely keep water down. Weed helps, but obviously it isn't ideal.

So, we caught our flight & landed in Toronto, met with my inlaws & settled in at the AirBnB. Around 3PM I started to feel kinda queasy so I took a quick nap, then we all went out to grab some dinner. As we walked around I started feeling worse and worse, until finally at around 7 I had to run to a restroom at goddamned Loblaws. Did the deed, cleaned myself up, went on my way, still feeling weak and gross. We picked up some Gravol and I headed to bed, hoping that by the next morning I would be back to normal.

Oh hell no.

What followed was nearly 30 hours of vomiting. I couldn't even keep water down and nothing I did helped. There were a couple of points where I was halfway asleep on the bathroom floor, just because I didn't want to keep getting out of bed. It was nice and cool, and close to the toilet.

Sometime the next day MIL - a retired nurse - insisted on taking me to the ER. Off I went to Toronto Western in a cab with my partner and my little metal barf-bowl. At this point I was so loopy that I can't even remember what time of day it was. Everything kinda runs together so I'm sorry if this confusing to read.

Triage saw me pretty much right away and immediately the nurse was concerned. I was grey, one of my eyelids was drooping, and I absolutely reeked of ketones.

Too tired to explain ketones, ketoacidosis or the Krebs cycle so click here if you need to: KETONES

They drew some blood and I waited for the results. I expected them to just hook me up to a banana bag, some strong antiemetics and send me on my way... nope. I was admitted and sent immediately to the ICU and diagnosed with metabolic acidosis. My blood was literally too acidic and was killing me.

The first night is a blur. I remember a CT scan and a shitload of bloodwork. Luckily they were able to get my ketones down, but they were still too high. For example, a healthy persons ketone levels should be lower than 0.5 mmol/L. At admission mine was at a 4.0, and later that night tested again at 8.0. That's 16 times the normal healthy level.

The doctors were baffled. Basically (lol pH humor), it was like I had the blood of a profoundly diabetic person... but my blood sugars were perfect. At one point they were asking if I might have ingested wood alcohol or antifreeze. They asked if someone may have spiked my drink. To quote the main doc, I did not look like my bloodwork. I had poison in my blood and no one knew why.

More bloodwork, more tests... at one point I had an IV in each arm. A second CT was done. They were looking for anything that could cause this and there was just nothing there. As far as the CTs show, all of my internal organs appear normal (although I have a teensy cyst in my liver apparently) and with persistant medicine over the course of 2 days they were able to get me eating and drinking again. My ketones eventually seemed to level off but they were still high EVEN THOUGH I WAS FEELING FINE. No clue what would cause my ketones to jump like that. It could have been caused by the vomiting, but nowhere near that high... and even then, we still don't know what's causing the vomiting. They discharged me late Thursday night with strict instructions to speak with my family doctor when I flew home on Friday to immediately get my blood drawn again to monitor my ketone levels. They sent me home with a packet of paperwork... all my test results, all the comments and notes from the medical team at Toronto Western.

I won't get into the frustrations of Friday... we had to fly home at 6:00am after being discharged at 11:00pm the night before, and then begin the torturous process of getting my bloodwork done at home. It was a headache and wound up taking another 9 hours of waiting between the two hospitals in my city. Finally, late on Friday I was able to get my blood drawn and my results... my ketones were still way, way too high at 4.0. Again. For no reason. And yet another team of doctors left baffled by my issues.

The doctors at the Regional told me that I am to come straight back to the ER if I have even a hint of nausea or dizzyness. If I don't, I could just... die, I guess? I'm going to need to have biweekly bloodwork to monitor my ketone levels until they figure out what is causing this. I've also go an emergency referral to an endocrinologist and internal medicine doctor here in town.

Since I've been home I haven't been sick at all, although I'm still weak from the whole thing. There was a 50% chance I could have died that night at the hospital, and it was very likely that if I hadn't gone to Western when I did, I would have been dead the next morning. It was honestly a miracle that I didn't end up on dialysis.

So I've been taking it easy, forcing myself to eat every few hours to try and keep my ketones low. And it's been hard. Wednesday I have an appointment with my family doctor and to say that I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm terrified that he's going to play this off as nothing, or that I'm looking for drugs... because that's what he does. He doesn't listen. But I have my goddamn novel of test results and doctors' notes from Toronto AND the Regional here in town, and I'm ready to slap him with it if I need to. I need him to get me in to a GI doc ASAP, and not one who just tells me to stop smoking weed or test me for parasites. I'm not shitting in any more buckets, I swear to fuck.

Anyway. That's where I'm at. I'm not dead but I almost was and it really sucked and I don't recommend getting metabolic acidosis.

#personal #medical #serious

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broken-clover · 2 years ago

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Remember your BB food court AU. Heres idea regarding Azrael.

He was former food critic a very popular one. So one time he when reviewing NOL food, he left particularly bad. Soooooo as revenge he was left frozen in one of NOL Freezer. Years later said building is used by sector seven.

Interesting! I know him being in the freezer and coming out unhinged was already a concept, but I think that could be a fun way of explaining how the hell he got there in the first place. Kokonoe just never bothered to check the old freezers when she set up Sector Seven Subs (that's Tager's job, much like just about everything else) so it simply isn't her business. It's been long enough that nobody can tell if his habits of fighting everyone at Kagutsuchi Mall and living in the parking lot in a tent is caused by some sort of freeze-induced brain damage (nobody knows how he's even still alive in the first place) but some are convinced he was always that batshit crazy

Also, as long as we're here, I'll throw in some more grab-bag stuff for fun!

-Taokaka is technically one of the few employees at Bloodedge Barbecue alongside Ragna. Keyword being technically. She lives entirely on her own schedule and thus can't keep the work schedules she's assigned, and kinda just shows up whenever she wants. She and Ragna have a bizarre work friendship where even though she's been fired for missing shifts several times, she still shows up apparently for fun, and she's a half-decent line cook who's trustworthy enough to not sell his recipes to the NOL, so whenever she bothers to pop in he just lets her work the grill for a few hours. She gets paid in kitchen leftovers and cat treats because the first time he tried giving her a check, she ate it. She spends most of her time at the pet store, playing with the cat toys until the owner throws her out for loitering

-Rachel is an old-money rich girl who doesn't come to the mall to buy anything or get any food (she claims she's too good for all the 'peasant trinkets and slop') she just comes to walk around and show off all her expensive elaborate gothic lolita outfits. She puts on a snobby air but keeps getting into shouting matches with Amane and gets in trouble with security since she keeps bringing her pet cat to the mall

-Celica and Minerva are a pair of cosplayer girlfriends who usually come in for boba tea and whatever cute anime accessories they can find. At least, everyone's pretty sure it's cosplay? Minerva has a pretty realistic robot suit, but nobody can tell who the character is supposed to be, maybe it's an oc? Is this like a fursuit thing? Nobody can really say. They're nice, though, always friendly, always clean up their trash, so it's hard to mind

-beastkin and werewolves and all that still exist here, just nobody really cares. Despite that everyone is convinced Taokaka and her siblings Tora and Chacha (as well as their numerous baby siblings) are just normal girls who wear cat accessories and hoodies as some sort of fashion subculture. Ragna is pretty sure they're real, but he knows nobody would believe him

#Kiri is a guy who got hit by a truck #ask #blazblue #Food Court AU #azrael #Taokaka #rachel alucard #celica a mercury

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expensive-rainbows · 2 months ago

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my dad is angry again

so i go to my room

and braid my hair

over and over again

because i cant breathe when he is angry

and its that or i hurt myself

and i am a whole 8 days, 20 hours clean

everything is fine.

why do you ask?

i haven't been to the doctor in close to two years

we cancelled the physical last time

and haven't scheduled a new one

my dad makes the appointments

and he's been really busy with work

so i haven't bothered him

my mom gets upset when i bring it up

so i stop

even though i've been losing weight

even though i'm cold all the time

and my mom says i'm anemic

everything is fine.

why do you ask?

i can't talk about my issues in person

just online

i tried therapy and i lied to the therapist

so i gave up.

i haven't eaten lunch in probably three years

haven't eaten breakfast in probably four

but yes everything is fine.

why do you keep asking?

i had a panic attack from being too close to a guy

i couldn't look my dad in the eyes until a year ago

my manager stood too close to me and i shut down

my teacher leans over me and i can't breathe

my teacher high fives me

and i go and wash my hand until it bleeds

i already told you.

everything is fine

stop asking.

i hurt myself again the other day

first time in a year.

i felt so, so good afterwards

i forgot why i stopped.

i almost broke my hand.

i throw myself into taekwondo

with little concern for my saftey

i push myself when i work out

so much that i can barely lift my arms that night

stop asking.

everything is fine.

stop it.

apparently it's not normal to not be able to talk to your english teacher alone? to need a friend to go with because otherwise you shut down when trying to talk to him?

apparently it's not normal to not say stuff that i need so i don't make my family angry?

apparently it's not normal to need to cause myself some kind of physical pain to not dissociate?

apparently it's not normal to feel comforted by feeling hungry?

#tw: sh

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theglitchywriterboi · 11 months ago

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My brothers being such a dick...

He apparently asked my brother to unlock the door so his friend can come in & wake him up - a normal think that happens. But either my brother didn't unlock it or someone locked it w/o knowing [it wasn't me cause at the time he said he asked our brother to unlock it I was in my room trying to sleep. I did come out a bit after that but I didn't touch the door]. & he called me & was like "Did you lock the door ??? Cause [friend] was out there knocking for over an hour" then I said no cause ya know... I didn't.

So then he starts ranting cause he wanted to assess what needs to be done [we have an inspection on the 23rd] & he can't cause our mothers stuff is everywhere. He ends the call saying "we're gonna fail I hope you know that"

As if us failing is MY fault ? Like I'll be honest, I'm not the cleanest person, so some of the mess is fully on me. But also, I'M the one who tried to get us to all clean the whole house almost a MONTH ago so by now all we'd have to do is do weekly/every other day check ins to make sure it it stayed nice. You know what he, the one who constantly complains that my little brother & I never take initiative, did ? NOTHING. He didn't respond & basically ignored my suggestion.

He's ALSO the one who threw a fit at the prospect of our other brother & his GF coming & helping us clean. Like yeah we haven't seen that brother in ages, but it's almost like we need the help more than being potentially stolen from [he thinks that cause apparently the GF was very eager to help cause she loves cleaning].

Like he's the one who fucking waited until basically the last minute. Ik I haven't done anything yet, so blame is also on me, but I TRIED to organize & they both ignored me

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what-if-nct · 1 year ago

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hi hi today's reminder is… heavy. i think I might be heading very towards burnout but I don't think there's anything I can take off my plate. when my mom got sick, my manager kind of took me off work for a bit but now it's picking back up because, yknow, it's a job and I'm glad they were considerate enough to basically give me three months off, but I can't expect that forever. and so work is a lot and both my teammates are out of town so it falls on me but I can't complain about it being unfair because they did all my work while I was running around hospitals with my mom. and the second i come back home, I'm on nurse duty because we're all exhausted and cancer is awful even on the good days. it's physically exhausting to help her with everything: she can't get stuff for herself, she gets tired eating most days so I have to feed her, i have to support her whenever she walks or even sits up, i have to cook and clean and help her change and give her messages every night because everything hurts, i have to keep track of meds and symptoms and chemo doses and who do I have to cover for today because everyone's exhausted but all of this needs to be done. and again: i can't complain. she's going through something unimaginably difficult. i have to hold her when she cries even though I'm barely hanging in there emotionally. i can't go out on weekends because then I'm "out" working on weekdays and that apparently is time off. I've taken to lying to my family and telling them I'm at work and going to my boyfriend's once a week just to have some time where I'm wanted, not needed. a couple weeks ago we were cuddling and he told me he was proud of how I'm dealing with all this and i cried for about fifteen minutes straight. today he made me lunch and he bought me cheesecake and we watched an old movie together and I had such a nice day until the second i stepped on the train to go home and it hit me how much I dreaded the thought of being at home. every night I stay up til like 3 because if I don't get those few hours of alone time, i don't think I can make it through this, even if I still have to wake up early and go to work on four hours of sleep.

and. i knew this would be difficult. i knew this was never going to be easy. but I'm just so drained and I'm having to dig so deep to find my empathy and i feel like a horrible person. i just want to get away from it all, and i know how selfish that would be, but I just want to go away and not be needed for a few days. to just be taken care of, for more than a few hours once a week.

Honey, When I say I know where you're coming from. I completely know where you're coming from. And I want to tell you that it is amazing that you do everything you do. It isn't easy, it's quite possibly the most difficult moment of your life. And I'm happy you do get those hours of solace you need to recooperate, cause it's so important. And I understand it's a time in your life where it's how much bending is it going to take before you break. Because you are only human and you should not feel bad about wanting to get away from it all to have time just for yourself. It's a normal feeling.

When taking care of others you put yourself on the back burner but your own responsibilities just catch up and your burning the candle at both ends and it's overwhelming. You're not selfish. You're human. I know I share my own experiences a lot but it's just my way of relating so I'll keep it short. So about five years ago my aunt had her legs amputatated and because im the only woman in the house and I'm the youngest it fell on my shoulders to take care of her. She only has a son. Only I can bathe and change her. I couldn't leave the house except after she slept and right now i can only get a couple of hours out of a day to do what i need.

But in the beginning I had to do everything on top of cleaning the house and laundry and cooking. I was only used to cleaning after myself, I can barely feed myself. I had no time to do anything for myself. It got to the point I would do anything and everything to get away from the house, things I'm not proud of but it was still better than being home and I lied so much. I hated my life so much I had no time for myself I grew to never want children cause after she goes to a facility I'm not taking care of anyone but myself. And now that I'm 30 I do genuinely feel like I wasted my 20s taking care of her. Now, it's not as bad I have more free time but I know the beginning is so hard, it's really hard.

I want you to know you are not alone in what you're feeling, you're not selfish for wanting to get away. And I can't really provide any solutions at this time, when I figure it out I'll tell you. But I can say that you are strong, so loving because it takes a lot of love to do what you're doing. And it may not seem like it but eventually things will get better. You're mom will beat this and be strong and healthy and you both will be able to live life to the fullest together. But in the meantime be kind to yourself, give yourself the grace of being human, take advantage of all the free time and love and care you can with your boyfriend and don't feel guilty about it. It's something you need. And I send you the biggest hug ever. It will get better okay. Trust me it will. I send you so much love, support and encouragement 🌸🩷🩷🌸🌸🩷🩷🌸

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troglobite · 2 years ago

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lakjdflskjd

i am so fucking tired of being responsible for and unable to predict what the fuck her problem is

one minute we're JOINTLY complaining abt how terrible and idiotic the contractor/estimator is, how stupid it is that they called them the mitigation team given how much EXTRA DAMAGE THEY CAUSED, how ridiculous it is that the contractor/estimator and the insurance assessor DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THERE WAS DAMAGE IN THE GARAGE, and all of this other shit--and then suddenly!

now it's a fucking guilt trip pity party that i'm apparently being mean about and it's all my fault!!!

i'm just like--FUCK!

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW OR UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON

AND I'M NOT EVEN COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU

EVERYTHING I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT IS THEIR FUCKING FAULT

i'm so fucking tired

LITERALLY bc neither of us got enough sleep bc apparently the only fucking time of day these motherfuckers know is fucking 8 OR 9 IN THE FUCKING MORNING

so now i've not had enough sleep, my allergies are all fucked up because it's FUCKING SPRING WHICH I FUCKING HATE

and i have to take all my pills NOW instead of in several hours which is what i would NORMALLY do, so now my whole routine is fucked up and my body's system is fucked up

and i have to eat something bc apparently my body wants me to

which means i'm going to nap for god knows how long

we STILL have shit to clean in the fucking house, but also, why bother at this point, because they'll just make it FILTHY AGAIN when they rip up the REST of the floors and replace them with something else in OVER A FUCKING MONTH'S TIME

i cannot express how much of a pain in the ass this all is

no, literally

i can't express it bc then my mom just starts losing her fucking mind and acting like i'm verbally abusing her

i'm tired i hate this i'm fucking sick of it i can't sleep i can't do anything i'm so fucking tired i HATE THIS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT HOUSE

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cedarspiced · 6 months ago

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for context, this person was in a polyam relationship with both me and @bovinebimbobussy. i was the first to break up with them, and she broke up with them a month later, but we still lived with them for several months afterwards.

here's a delightful (/s) list of shit they pulled while we were living together:

while we were together, they convinced me that i couldn't trust my own judgement, only theirs, and made me feel like i wasn't allowed to have any opinion on their actions

when this was at its height, i would ask multiple times to be left alone to think whenever we had a disagreement. they would always refuse to leave me alone, saying that if they did i would just forget about it and 'it would never get discussed again' (they wouldn't get to continue gaslighting me into thinking i couldn't trust my own opinion on the subject of disagreement)

this usually made me go into full autistic meltdown, which would cause them to tell me i was being unreasonable and needed to just calm down bc i was being scary, and maybe they should put me in a psych ward

the only way i could ever get them to leave me alone to think during disagreements and meltdowns was by locking myself in the bedroom or bathroom

they're autistic themself btw. only relevant bc of how hypocritical them being ableist abt meltdowns is

told me multiple times to stop seeing my therapist bc she 'was making me worse' (read: helping me feel like i could stand up for myself again)

made my girlfriend do nearly all of the housework with the excuse 'you're unemployed, you have nothing else to do' despite the fact they didn't go to work until 3:30pm and they would wake up at 10am and just lay in bed most of the day doing fuckall. and if my gf didn't do one thing bc she was exhausted, overwhelmed, and needed a break, they would get on her ass like no tomorrow

regularly made huge messes in the kitchen, leaving a PILE of dishes in the sink, and --you guessed it-- made my GF clean up after them.

when my partner said 'hey could you please contribute to housework more' they refused, saying that they already contribute so much (at most they did a couple dishes and wiped down the kitchen sometimes) and said that my gf could just ask me to help if it bothered them so much. me, the guy who works 11 hour days and has chronic fatigue syndrome, who they had previously agreed was too disabled to both work and do very many chores.

would ask my gf to make them coffee, and if she said no, they would throw a tantrum.

related to coffee, they would make a full pot of coffee using the nice grounds, pour themself a cup, put milk in it, and then have a few sips and leave both their full mug and the full pot of coffee on the counter for the rest of the day

acted like they fully supported the BDS boycott but the second we were all broken up they started ordering mcdonalds again. like, weekly.

had their new partner over to spend the day and night 3 days a week. at first this sounded fine and reasonable. but then their partner would eat our food, take long showers running up our water bill, and have the TV running all night, increasing our power bill. my partner and i were made to pay the increased bill.

they and their partner also made us start going through toilet paper like nobody's business. we'd buy a 6pack and it would be gone in 4-5 days. that in itself isn't unreasonable, 4 ppl can use a lot of tp. the bad part is that they would tell my partner to go get a new 6pack, and if she said 'can't you do it this time', they would go 'no, you have to, i do all the other chores so it's only fair'

used our EBT card to buy treats such as 6 individual pints of ice cream (that brand is $6 or $7 a pint) for themself and their partner, which my partner and i were forbidden from eating

apparently they were smoking cigs in our nonsmoking apartment, which we just found out last night. normally i'm fine with that as long as you a) do it out the window and b) clean up after yourself, but after they were gone we found a pile of used cigarette butts next to their bed. not even at the window.

oh yeah. they also left their old ass mattress and bedframe for my partner and i to take care of.

kicked my partner and i out of the living room (where their bed was) to have loud sex with their partner multiple times

if my partner spent longer than 10 mins in the bathroom (tummy hurt disease) they would bang on the door and tell them they were taking too long. they also regularly told my gf she needs to work on not spending so long in the bathroom, and guilt tripping her, saying she was always hogging it. despite KNOWING she has stomach problems.

would corner my gf in our room on a semi-weekly basis to scream at her about how she was an awful monster & a rapist (while they were together, the ex coerced my GF into engaging in CNC when she didn't want to, refused to set a safeword after being asked to MULTIPLE times, and then got upset when she didn't stop when they said stop). this got so bad that i had to come home from work once to make them leave her alone

acted like them treating my partner like absolute dogshit was justified bc of the above event

also tried to pressure me into breaking up with my gf bc of that event

threatened my partner with violence multiple times, including saying lovely things like 'you're lucky i haven't killed you in your sleep yet' and 'if you stop me from getting a knife and going downstairs to stab a catcaller, i'll beat the shit out of you'

i know for a fact there's more but i'm done writing abt it for now. i'm so fucking glad that nightmare is over

WOOO MY TOXIC MANIPULATIVE EX IS MOVING OUT RIGHT NOW WOOOOOO

#might add more later if i feel up for it #cedar speaks #rape ment cw #sa ment cw #ask to tag #ableism cw

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chocolateheart · 4 years ago

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 5 - Best friends, Boyfriends, and Barons Part 1

"Hey Miss Itamae! Ready for a whole new school year? Hee...hee...eeeh.... yeah, fine." Hiro gave up trying to make small talk with the lunch lady as she unceremoniously slopped meatloaf onto his plate.

Today was the first day of the fall semester and the start of Hiro's second year at SFIT. It felt odd to him, to look back and realize just how much time had passed; how much things had changed during the previous year.

A year ago, today, he had been attending Tadashi's funeral and now he was going about his life as if everything was normal. Well, almost normal. He was also moonlighting as a superhero, adopting an out of time teenager as his new big brother, and befriending deadly robots.

Life was weird.

Of course it wasn't as if he could ignore his loss completely. He had noticed the flowers and cards placed at the foot of Tadashi's memorial over by the exhibition hall. People still remembered that his brother had died a hero. Folks that he didn't even know had left their condolences today, though most of the gifts were from Tadashi's teachers and friends.

Hiro had particularly noticed a painting Honey Lemon had left, of her, Tadashi, and the rest of their friends. He also spotted Gogo sitting out there early that morning, lighting a candle in his brother's memory. He had given her her space, choosing not to interrupt. Gogo and Tadashi had been especially close.

Hiro remembered how excited his brother had been when Gogo finally agreed to go out with him. Tadashi had hurried about their bedroom, a couple of days before the fire, fretting over where to take her on their first date. A date that they had never gotten to go on. At the time Hiro had teased him relentlessly, never passing up the chance to deflate his brother's ego. Now it was just another bittersweet memory to look back on.

Fred abruptly snapped him out of his mournful reflection. "Steve." was all he said as he grabbed Hiro by the shoulders.

"Steve? Uh, my name is Hiro, remember Fred?"

"No, no, no, Steve was the name of the ninja robot that Trina found. She said he was held in a warehouse downtown, along with all the other ninjas. Don't you see, that's our big break! We find this warehouse and then we can track down the mysterious bosu!"

Hiro wearily placed his tray down on the table and took a seat next to Wasabi.

"Fred, it's the first day of school. Can't this wait for later?"

"But-"

"Hiro's right Fred," Wasabi interrupted, "Just because you have all the time in the world to play superhero doesn't mean that we do. We still got our own lives to take care of."

Fred looked hurt at that. "I'm not playing! This is important work. We have a city to protect and this crime boss is just going to keep coming after us if we don't figure out how to stop them."

Wasabi rolled his eyes. "Then you just go on and do that. In the meantime the rest of us have class to attend. I'm heading early to set up for my first lab."

"But labs won't open for like another hour." Hiro pointed out, confused. "They're still cleaning up from the robot attacks last week."

"Ah, he just wants to get there early so that he can see his boyfriend again." Fred complained.

"Sam's not my boyfriend. He's just a colleague, and at least I'm doing something other than obsess over superheroing." And with that Wasabi stormed off, while Fred slouched into the cafeteria chair with a huff.

"Listen, Fred, why don't you go on patrol with Minimax for a while. I'll help you track down this warehouse after school is over with." Hiro said.

"Okay," Fred reluctantly agreed, "but I'm not 'obsessing'."

"I know Fred, but the rest of us also have school to worry about. We just don't have the same amount of free time as you do."

"I know." Fred sighed before walking off.

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"Sorry Hiro, but we're kind of busy right now." Honey Lemon regretfully informed her friends.

Fred and Hiro had met up after school as promised. Wasabi had declined to join them on their quest and so they had decided to recruit the girls instead. Though this also seemed to be a fruitless endeavor.

"Yeah, we're kind of in the middle of something." Gogo finished as she leaned back in a reclining chair and placed two cucumber slices over her eyes.

They had found the girls at a spa. Honey Lemon sat next to Gogo with curlers in her hair, and they apparently weren't the only ones out having a beauty day.

"Can't you see we're having some girl time?" Karmi asked, annoyed, as she examined her nails.

"Yeah, Hiro, go take your weird superhero hobby elsewhere?" Megan added.

"It's not weird!" Fred insisted.

"If this is supposed to be a girls only event, then why is he here?" Hiro said, pointing to Varian, who sat next to Megan.

"Uh, getting a manicure obviously." Varian rolled his eyes and then leaned over to show Carol, who was beside him, two bottles of nail polish. "Do you think I should go with the midnight blue or just stick with black?"

"Hmmm... I think either would be nice," she replied.

"Ooooh, have you tried the seaweed wrap they have here? It's great." Fred chimed in.

Hiro rolled his eyes, "Okay, so what are you two doing after this? Could you take up patrol tonight?"

"Nope." Gogo said.

"I promised my brother Carlos that I would help him move into his new dorm room. He starts at UCLA this week and Gogo's offered to drive me there. We won't be back till tomorrow morning." Honey Lemon explained.

"Okay, well, we'll just-"

"Alright, I'm ready." A voice called out, interrupting him.

Trina walked out from behind a door at the back of the spa. Her bulky gigantic metal body was gone and in its place was the frame of a young woman, dressed in a t-shirt, pants, and a cropped jacket. She looked very much the same as the day Hiro had first met her, at the bot fights. Only this time her hair had been cut and styled into a short mohawk and dyed a light purple.

"What do you guys think?" She asked as she twirled around.

Everyone shouted encouragements to her, and Varian cheekily whistled.

"You look nice, Trina." Hiro complimented.

Trina snorted and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Hiro." She said, leaving the teenage genius confused by what he had said wrong.

Ignoring him, Trina walked over to the rest of the girls, "Thanks for the clothes... and for everything else." She sheepishly added.

"Hey, no problem." Megan replied. "They look good on you."

"Yeah, and if you need anything else just ask." Karmi added.

"Not to mention it's always fun to have a spa day," Carol piped in. "This was a good idea Varian, thanks for inviting me along."

"Sure thing. When Trina said she wanted help with finding a new wardrobe, I figured all of you would like to go shopping too.... and also y'all know more about clothes than I do."

"Hey, Trina," Fred interjected, "that warehouse where you foun- I mean, met 'Steve', do you happen to remember where it was located?"

Trina gave Fred a frown.

"Oooh, who's Steve?" Karmi asked, happy to gossip, "Is that your boyfriend Trina?"

"No." She said, "The place you're looking for is over in Good Luck Alley, next to Louie's."

"It must've been a bad breakup." Karmi whispered into Honey Lemon's ear, she wasn't very good at keeping her voice down.

"Yeah… he kind of... broke alright." Honey Lemon nervously added, unsure what to say.

"Uh, yeah, well thanks for the tip Trina. We'll be going now, bye." Hiro said as he hurried Fred out the door. He had had enough of awkward conversations and makeovers.

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"Fred, wouldn't it be better if we brought our robots along at least?" Hiro whispered.

"You want to sneak around an abandoned warehouse with those two?" Fred whispered back, "I love him, but Minimax doesn't know how to be quiet, like at all."

Hiro sighed, Fred had a point. Baymax also wasn't the best at stealth missions. Hiro slid into the alleyway and peered through a dirty window. He couldn't shake the sense of deja vu as he remembered how he and the robotic nurse had tracked down his missing microbots a year ago at a similar warehouse. They had both been nearly killed by Callaghan when the villain had caught them snooping around. He would prefer to avoid such a scenario again.

"It doesn't look like anyone is here." He said.

"See any ninja robots?" Fred asked as he also pushed by to get a look, pressing his nose against the glass.

"No… Fred, this may be a dead end. Trina already raided the place and no doubt this Bosu would have abandoned the hideout if it was compromised."

Fred pouted, "Maybe… Buuuut, we could always man a stake-out and find out for sure!"

"Fred, I have homework to do. Maybe some oth-"

"Oh please! Just for an hour, or two? Please, please, please? Pretty please? I'll do your homework for you."

"I don't want you doing my homework."

"Okay, chores then; I'll wash Varian's dirty socks and underwear for a… a week… no, a month! Come on, I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Hiro sighed and watched his friend crawl on his knees and beg. "Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Yeeeesss."

"Okay, and no, you don't have to do the laundry either."

Hiro turned to walk out of the alley and Fred got up and followed him.

"That's good, cause I don't actually know how to wash clothes. Usually, Heathcliff does all the laundry. Last time I tried to, I just flooded the washroom."

"Do you have any survival skills? Like at all?"

"Nope. Unless it's kicking bad guys' butts! Ooh, hey, we can host the stake-out at Louie's across the street. I'm starved."

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Hiro and Fred took up a window booth inside the restaurant. The establishment had recovered from the police raid from a few months back and was now serving food as usual; though Hiro had already spotted the advertisement for the next upcoming 'bot fight.

A couple of hours past and they had both eaten their meals, plus dessert, along with Fred going back for seconds. Now they were both nursing a couple of cups of coffee, though Hiro's was going cold; it wasn't great coffee.

"Fred…"

"Yeah."

"It's been three hours now."

"I know."

"No one's showed up."

"Not yet."

"Look it's been… 'fun', but I'm going home now."

Hiro got up to leave but Fred grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Oh but… uhh… we haven't even tried the uh… hot dog sushi special. I hear it's really good."

Hiro leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't want to snap at Fred, really he didn't, but he was quickly losing his patience.

"Fred… no one is coming. Let's just call it a night and try again some other time. Okay." And with that he yanked his hand away and began to walk off.

Fred didn't follow. Instead he sat in the booth, his eyes downcast, staring blankly at nothing. It wasn't his usual pout either. It was something else. Some deeper sadness that few saw from the usually optimistic teen.

Hiro began to worry. He walked back, and stood there waiting for Fred to jump back up all excited again for his return, only he didn't.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

Fred sighed but couldn't bring himself to answer.

"Look, I know that this superhero business is important to you, so much so that you'll probably wind up making a career out of it, which is great, but the rest of us are not going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. We also have to keep up with our studies, chores, our jobs, and what little shred of a social life we have."

"That's not it… I mean yeah, it's a part of it, but that's not why I asked you to come along."

Fred finally looked Hiro in the eye and tears threatened to spill.

"I just miss my best friend, okay."

Hiro looked at him confused.

"I didn't want to say anything, cause… cause he's your brother and I didn't think you'd want to be reminded about him being gone any more than you already have… but today has just been really hard… remembering what happened… I just thought getting out and doing something fun, getting both our minds off everything, might be better than just… just being alone. You know? Especially today."

Fred didn't even have to say Tadashi's name for Hiro to know who he was talking about.

Hiro sighed and slumped back down into the booth.

"I'm sorry…. I… I guess I just… I don't know. I didn't think...."

"No… no, don't. Of course you didn't think. I mean who wants to be reminded of that. The whole idea was to not think about it. And I just ruined it all by bringing it up. Gah…. I'm so sorry."

Fred put his arms over his head and brought his knees up to his chest as if trying to make himself as physically small as he felt. Hiro just had to laugh at the sight in spite of himself.

"It's okay Fred. You're not going to upset me just by talking about Tadashi."

Fred peaked his head out from between his arms. "I'm not?"

"No. I mean he was your friend too."

"My best friend! Man, Tadashi and I, we got up to all sorts of trouble. He was always down for anything. I mean, did he tell you about the time we crashed my cousin's bar mitzvah? As in, we literally crashed. He drove the sport's car into the buffet table by mistake… We couldn't find the parking and then there was this wet patch in the parking lot and we skidded… Oh and then there was the time Mole dared us to a drag race using scooters and Tadshi had the idea to attach rockets to mine and I went flying.. I tell ya, man, Mole wouldn't live it down for a whole week after. He kept demanding a rematch, but I mean it was fair. He was using his butler to ride for him in his place."

Hiro could barely contain his laughter, "Wait… wait… you and Tadashi did all this?"

"Yeah."

"Why have I never heard of any of this before?"

"I don't know, but he's the whole reason why I got the mascot job in the first place. I knew I could never get into the school myself, but I thought we could hang out together more if I went. He's also the one that introduced me to everybody else."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Oh at the grocery store."

Fred said this as if it was the most obvious of explanations but Hiro looked as confused as ever. So Fred continued on.

"He was there getting chewing gum and I was buying a shopping cart. Like an actual shopping cart."

"Why?"

"Yeah that's what he asked too. So I told him, 'I'm going to ride down Dead Man's Hill in one.' And he said, 'Dude, that's so rad. You're totally going to die.' And I said, 'Yeah, I know. You wanna join?' And he did. We rode all the way down from the top of Lumbar Street to the docks… and landed right in the bay. It was awesome! We screamed our heads off the whole time. It was so awesome, in fact, that we walked back to the store and bought another cart just to do it again. That was back when we were both still in high school, and we've been best buds ever since. You know… until…"

Hiro looked at Fred sadly. There so much about his brother that hadn't known about, hadn't even thought to ask. What else had Tadashi not shared with him? Probably a lot, I mean why tell your kid brother about your social life? And there's no way that he'd have brought those crazy stunts up around Aunt Cass.

"I never knew any of that… Those are some really cool stories. Thanks for sharing them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you know, you don't have to drag me on some superheroing mission just to hang out and talk."

Fred looked guilty at that.

"I… I know… but it's like what you and Wasabi have been saying. Everyone else has something… something to motivate them, and y'all all do all these really cool things and I'm… I'm just me. I don't really have anything but superheroing. Unless you just need someone to make a mess."

"That's not true. Fred, you're great at a lot of things. You could go to school or get a job, if you wanted to. I just thought superheroing was all you wanted."

"Hiro, I can't even do laundry without messing up. I mean all you do is throw the clothes into a machine and push a button, and yet somehow I managed to screw even that up. All I know is comic books, and superheroing, and I'm not even the best at that! What would I even go to college for? I can't… I'm not a genius. I'm not a businessman. I'm not an accountant, or an artist, or an athlete. I'm not anything. I've no talent. I'm not even good at being rich. I've never fit in with the socialite crowd."

"Fred."

"Yeah?"

"You're good at being a friend, and if I have to sit here list off everything else you're good at then we'd be here for another three hours or more. So how about we head home and tomorrow I'll show you how to work a washing machine, and you can teach me how a stake-out is supposed to really go cause we're not getting anywhere here."

"Or are we?"

"What do you mean?"

Fred was no longer looking at Hiro but past him. He pointed to the window behind Hiro, and Hiro turned around to see for himself.

An elderly gentleman, dressed in an old fashioned military outfit, complete with a monocle, was entering the warehouse. He had a giant mechanical arm and a steam boiler strapped to his back.

"Baron Von Steamer."

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Fred and Hiro found themselves standing in the alley peering through the warehouse's dirty windows for a second time that day. They saw Baron Von Steamer stomping around inside. He seemed irritated as he grumbled to himself and knocked boxes out of the way, as if searching for something.

"What's he doing?" Fred loudly whispered.

Just then Steamer found what he was looking for, a tea cup. He poured himself a cup out of a teapot he had placed on an old fashioned stove that was hidden towards the back and then sat down on top of a crate to sip his drink.

"It must be 'tea time' for him." Hiro said dryly.

Fred narrowed his eyes, "I bet he's just hatching his next nefarious scheme. Planning on how to take us and the city down. What do you think he wants with portals?"

Just then Steamer stood up and ruefully kicked away a busted up robot that had fallen out of a storage crate in his previous hunt for the tea cup.

"I don't think Steamer is our guy." Hiro said, "He hates modern technology, so why would he build ninja robots? Also, like you said, what would he want with portals? All he's after is your dad, and so far the Bosu hasn't gone after Boss Awesome yet."

"But they might. Remember what Roddy said? That Kensei guy used to be active during Dad's heyday but never got caught. What if, it's because Steamer had two villain identities!"

"That seems like a stretch."

"Okay, well, what if Steamer works for this Bosu? Like Sue and Sparkles?"

"That's more plausible, I guess."

Hiro turned to peer through the window again, but Streamer was gone.

'Wait, where did he go?'

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pair of interlopers." A curt British voice came from behind them.

Steamer must have noticed them and snuck around the back, cutting them off.

Hiro grabbed his phone in order to call his super suit, but Von Steamer nabbed his hand and yanked him off the ground, causing him to lose hold of his phone.

Fred was just as unfortunate, as Steamer held him in a choke hold in his metal arm.

"Waaaait," Steamer said as he eyed them both up closely, peering at them through his oversized monocle, "I know you two. You're friends of Boss Awesome's baby child!"

"I am Boss Awesome's baby child!" Fred protested before Von Steamer gave him a hard squeeze with his cyborg arm. Fred wheezed in pain.

Hiro reacted quickly and kicked the steampunk baron in the shins.

Von Steamer howled in pain and dropped Hiro in surprise, though he managed to keep his grip on Fred. He also had stepped on Hiro's phone while nursing his injured leg.

Hiro ducked and ran as Steamer regained his senses and pulled out a brass gun that was connected to the boiler on his back with a hose. He pulled the trigger and scalding steam shot out. Hiro ducked again to avoid it.

As he ran out of the alley way he heard Steamer shouting after him, "Yes, run back to Boss Awesome little one. Tell his baby child I have their friend, and either he, or they, must show up to face me or else!"

Hiro spared a glace backwards and saw Baron Von Steamer dragging Fred back into the warehouse.

"Fred!"

"Hiro!" Fred called out to him before being pulled into the darkness.

Hiro panicked. What could he do? Finally, he decided that getting help was the best option. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, fighting back his worry.

#Hiro Hamada #Fred Frederickson IV #big hero six #bh6 #tangled #varian #tadashi hamada

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