#eye candy everywhere. ›› bait

[pamwritessometimes]

Dig That Crazy Santa Claus

Russell Shaw x reader

A Tuesday's Gone Christmas drabble

Summary: Your daughter may have uncovered her dad's greatest secret ever.

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise, haha! I couldn’t resist — I had to write a little drabble about their first Christmas together. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you!

Wordcount: 810

The house was dressed for the holidays in all its mismatched glory. The tree leaned a bit too far to the left, decked with candy canes and glittery, uneven ornaments. But it was perfect, because this was your first Christmas as a family of three, and you had gone all out: stockings hung by the fireplace, wreaths everywhere, and enough gingerbread to open your own shop. 

Yet, instead of the excited squeals you’d been expecting from a five-year-old, there was… silence.

Emma sat on the couch, arms crossed and lips pursed in a pout that could rival the Grinch.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Russell asked after noticing her little frown. His tone was light, but his brow was furrowed with concern. “You look like someone just canceled Christmas.”

“No one canceled anything” Emma mumbled, staring daggers at the floor.

You and Russell exchanged puzzled looks. Emma wasn’t usually subtle when upset. She was more of a dramatic-foot-stomping, full-volume protest kind of kid. This… this was new.

“Sweetheart” you tried, sitting down beside her and gently brushing her hair back. “Whatever’s bothering you, you can tell us. Did Misha eat your gingerbread man? Did Daddy burn the cinnamon rolls again?”

Russell shot you a playful glare but stayed focused on the scowling little girl. But Emma’s pout just deepened and gave you no reply.

“Okay, we’re going to need reinforcements” Russell muttered, plopping down on her other side. “Em, I’ll trade you a cookie for the truth… two cookies.”

Emma huffed but didn’t take the bait.

“Three cookies” Russell tried, wiggling his brows.

Nothing.

“Alright, we’re getting desperate here” he sighed. “I can give you four cookies, but that’s my final–’

She glared at him, her cheeks puffing with frustration. Finally, she burst out, cutting him off, “I saw Santa’s clothes!”

Both you and Russell blinked in unison.

“Santa’s clothes?” you repeated.

“In your room! Hanging with Daddy’s stuff!” Emma exclaimed, her voice quivering with the sheer weight of her discovery. “You’ve been lying to me! Santa’s not real!”

Russell’s eyes widened, and then, like a true master of improvisation, he leaned back with a dramatic gasp. “Emma Grace, do you know what you’ve just done?”

Uh-oh. He broke out the full name.

“What?” she asked, her pout faltering slightly.

“You’ve stumbled upon the biggest secret in the whole world.”

Her frown faltered, curiosity creeping into her expression.

“What secret?”

Russell leaned in close, lowering his voice like they were co-conspirators. “What I’m about to tell you is top-secret. You can’t tell anyone, not even your little school friends, ‘kay?”

Emma nodded solemnly, her earlier betrayal temporarily forgotten.

Russell leaned a bit closer, and whispered, “The truth is… I am Santa.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open. “No, you’re not!”

“Think about it” Russell said, tapping her temple. “Have you ever seen Santa and me in the same room?”

Emma squinted suspiciously. “...No.”

“And how do you think all those presents get here every year? Magic? Nah, it’s hard work, bug. I’ve got a sleigh parked in a top-secret location, and those reindeer? They’re on a strict carrot diet.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his earnest delivery.

“But… you don’t have white beard!” Emma challenged, crossing her arms.

“Ah” Russell said, stroking his dark stubbled chin. “That’s my disguise. Can’t have people recognizing me at the grocery store, can I? Imagine the chaos.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she was intrigued now, her earlier anger melting into suspicion laced with wonder.

“If you’re Santa…” she started. ”Why do you live here and not at the North Pole?”

“Budget cuts” he said solemnly, earning a stifled laugh from you. “And between us, your mom’s cookies? Way better than the elves’. They get jealous, but I don’t care.”

That finally got a giggle out of her. “You’re just making this up!”

“Am I?” he countered, raising a brow. “Now, you cannot tell anyone, not even your friends. If word gets out, it’ll blow my cover. Deal?”

Emma hesitated, then slowly extended her pinky. Russell hooked his pinky with hers, sealing the pact.

“So… you’re really Santa?” she whispered, eyes sparkling with childlike excitement now.

“The one and only.” Russell nodded gravely.

Later that evening, as she cuddled up between the two of you in front of the fireplace, a mug of hot cocoa in front of her on the coffee table, Emma glanced up at Russell.

“If you’re Santa, can I ride in your sleigh someday?”

He grinned, ruffling her hair. “Sorry, kid. Only bad ones stay up that late. And you don’t wanna get on the naughty list, do ya?”

She shook her head and snuggled closer to him.

As Emma drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Russell’s arm, you leaned over with a soft smile. “Santa, huh?”

Russell shrugged, looking entirely pleased with himself. “What can I say? I’m a man of many hats. And apparently, one big red suit.”

I hope you enjoyed this little holiday treat, haha! Wishing you all a wonderful day and the happiest of holidays, loves!

xx Pam

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[brainyxbat]

Chapter 1: Set Sail for Alabasta! A Ballerina on the Ship!

(episode 92)

A couple days after recruiting Chopper as the ship's doctor, the journey was smooth sailing. "There's no mistake," Nami looked over the map with Vivi, "This ship is heading to Alabasta."

Vivi looked over the horizon up ahead. "I'll be there soon."

On the lower deck, Usopp, Chopper, and Karoo were fishing on the railing, while Zoro slept by the mast. "Luffy! Don't lie!" Sanji reprimanded. "Tell me what you know." Luffy avoided eye contact, so the cook knelt down, and tried to force it. "Hey, why are you looking away? Look me in the eyes!"

Luffy kept it up, waving his hand in front of his face. "Well, seriously... I don't know anything."

"Then let me ask you something: how did enough food for 8 people, which I carefully divided so that it'd last until we get to Alabasta, disappear the other night?" Sanji was frustrated when Luffy kept averting his gaze to everywhere but him. "Stop fighting, it's pointless! You've got a horrible poker face." He squished his cheeks, resulting in a belch. He straightened up, then blinked in fake surprise. "Hey, you have something around your mouth."

"Ah! Shoot! Food crumbs?!"

"See, it was you!" Sanji's kick sent him flying across the deck, crashing into the wall. "Geez." He then looked up where Nami and Vivi were standing, now wearing a pleading face. "Ahhh, Nami-san, you saw it, right? The large rat trap is no longer good enough. Please buy a lockable refrigerator."

"Well," She frowned reluctantly, "I'll think about it, since it can be a life or death issue."

"Hm?" Sanji turned around at the sound of chewing, coming from the fishing trio.

"Well!" Usopp acted painfully casual. "We'd better catch something for Sanji-kun."

As Karoo quacked, Sanji approached them. "Hey, any luck fishing?"

They all tensed up nervously. "W-well..."

That was enough proof for the chef; they were just as guilty as the captain. He calmly put his hands out, and bashed their heads together. "I feel good," Chopper muttered, as they collapsed on deck.

"Seriously, I can't take my eyes off these guys for a moment," He grumbled.

Later on, Luffy joined into the fishing with Usopp. "Ahh," He moaned when his stomach growled, "I'm starving. The fish aren't biting at all."

"Luffy! It's your fault!" Usopp glared. "It's because you even ate the bait! If we don't have bait, the fish won't bite!"

"You ate it too!"

"Well... I only ate the stuff on the bait box cover."

Behind them, Vivi walked up casually. "Luffy-san, Usopp-san. Have you caught anything?" Upon hearing some frantic quacking, she pushed them aside to look, and screamed in terror. "Ahh!" Karoo was being used as bait! "Karoo! Oh no!"

"I wonder if we can catch a shark or something?" Luffy wondered aloud obliviously.

"I wanna catch a Sea King," Usopp added.

Vivi leaned back, now angry. "What're you two... doing to Karoo?!" She smashed their heads together.

After they fell back on the deck, a pair of shiny, black boots approached them, after seeing Karoo tied up. "Luffy," Venus scolded, buttoning her black shorts, "Did you eat the bait again?"

"He did," A blushing Usopp whined, averting his eyes from the hem of her cropped sweater, and the high waist of her denim shorts.

"You did too!" Luffy snitched.

"Only what was on the cover!"

Venus sighed, and shook her head. "Let's hope a miracle happens then."

"Sorry, Venus-chan," Usopp frowned sadly as she walked away, before he glared at Luffy, "Thanks for getting me in trouble."

Just then, as they sat back up, something appeared over the horizon. It was a strange, green smoke billowing from the ocean. "What's that?"

Usopp stared on in confusion. "What the heck is that?"

"Looks like green mist," Venus remarked.

"I wonder if it's like cotton candy," Luffy mumbled weakly.

"I'll go get Nami-san!" Vivi ran up the stairs, and burst into the kitchen. "Nami-san, there's a problem! Come right away!"

After following her outside, Nami saw the strange sight ahead, but was calm. "Ahh, don't worry. It's nothing; it's just steam."

"Steam is coming up from the sea?"

"Yeah. It's a hot spot."

"What the heck is that?" Luffy asked.

"It's an area where magma is produced," Nami replied, "There's an undersea volcano underneath that area."

"I see."

Chopper looked up at her innocently. "A volcano, even though it's undersea?"

"That's right. There're more undersea volcanoes than above ground ones."

"Whoa," Usopp listened in awe.

"I don't really care," Luffy pouted, "Since it's not food."

"With the volcano like this, a new island will be born here over thousands, or tens of thousands of years."

"You're so cool, Nami-san~!" Sanji swooned.

"Tens of thousands of years," Luffy muttered, "I wonder if I can live that long."

"Well, you're a human," Usopp pointed out, "So you should try dying sometime before that."

"I wouldn't wanna live that long anyway," Venus remarked.

As they continued fishing, Sanji approached them. "Have you caught anything?" He asked through Karoo's frantic quacking.

"Oh, hey Sanji. I'm hungry. Cook something."

"With what?" She challenged with a quirked brow.

"You guys're hopeless," He sighed, and rolled up his left-side sleeves, "I'll go search the storage thoroughly, to see if there's anything left."

Just as he disappeared into the kitchen, the Merry began passing through the steam. And it was not pleasant. "Ahh! It smells of sulfur!" Usopp griped, as everyone coughed.

"We can't see anything! There's steam everywhere!" Luffy exclaimed.

"It stinks!" Venus complained.

"Bear through it," Nami said, "We should be through it soon."

As they sailed through, another ship was approaching. "Mr. 2, Bon Clay-sama!"

"What is it?!" He barked, clad in a pink and blue ballerina outfit with a pair of white swans on the back of his coat.

"There's smoke at 12 o'clock!"

"It doesn't matter! Cut through it!" He smiled evilly. "At any rate, unless we take care of Mr. 3, I'll be in danger!" He fretted.

"Yes, sir! We're going in!" They sailed straight into the steam.

"What is this foggy thing?"

"We can't see ahead!"

"Ah!" Everyone screamed in terror.

Within minutes, they emerged from the stinky steam. "We got through!" The two men panicked when suddenly, the chair their leader sat in was empty! "Ahh! Mr. 2, Bon Clay-sama is gone!"

"Look for him in the cabins!"

"We can't find him!"

"Can't be!"

"Mr. 2, Bon Clay-sama!"

Luffy and Usopp gawked when their lines suddenly caught something. "Whoa!"

"Hey!" Venus perked up. "You got something! Reel it up! Huh?"

Holding onto a frantic Karoo, was a man wearing a ballerina dress and shoes, and a swan coat. "Shoot! Why did I jump on a duck that I suddenly came across?!"

The three looked at each other in confusion. "Is he a human?" Luffy asked.

"Dunno."

"Probably," Venus shrugged, "He looks human."

He was staring at them, equally befuddled, when his arms slipped. "Oh?! Ahh!" He fell into the ocean, Luffy and Usopp watching his struggle. "Help me! Please! I can't swim!" He then submerged underwater.

"Ballerina Man!" She frantically pushed past the two boys, and dove in.

"Wait, Venus!" Usopp called out. "You can't swim either!"

"Venus!" Zoro whipped his shirt off, and jumped in after her.

"I thought I'd die," He panted after being rescued, as Venus recovered close by. "Well, I'm really swanny. To think I was saved by pirates, who are total strangers. I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life!" He bowed before them. "Also, may I have a cup of warm soup?"

"We don't have it!" Everyone, except Venus and Vivi, shouted angrily.

"We're the ones who're hungry!" Zoro added.

He looked up to Vivi gazing down at him. "Oh, hey you! What a cutie! You're my type! I wanna eat you! Smooch!"

He blew a kiss at her, but she grimaced in disgust. "What a weirdo."

"So you can't swim, huh?" Luffy grinned.

"That's right. I ate a Devil Fruit."

"Me too!" Venus beamed.

"Really? What kind of fruit?" Usopp asked him.

He stood on his pointe-shoed feet. "Well... since there's no need to rush until my ship comes to pick me up... in lieu of entertainment, I'll show you." Luffy grinned in anticipation, as did Venus. "This is my power!"

Everyone was in shock when he suddenly pounded Luffy's face in, before Zoro drew his swords. "What're you-"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" He held his hands out, his voice suddenly different. "I just told you, that this is entertainment!"

Zoro's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Gimme a break!" His face looked exactly like Luffy's!

"Ah?!" The captain sprang to his feet, and smiled brightly. "That's me!"

"Surprised?! Surprised?! Surprised?!" He danced before them, and laughed. "If I touch my face with my left hand..." He demonstrated, and his face and voice were back to normal, "See?! I'm back to myself! This is the power of the Clone-Clone Fruit I ate!"

"The voice too," Nami remarked, as Usopp gaped.

"The body was also the same," He added.

"A-amazing!" Luffy exclaimed, as he touched everyone else's faces with his right hand.

"There!" He posed after finishing. "Well, for that matter, I don't have to knock you down. Now, look!" When he touched his face, he turned into Usopp! Venus laughed in amazement, as her eye lit up. "All I have to do is..." He turned into Zoro next. "Touch faces with my right hand." He then turned into Chopper. "As you can see, I can..." He then became Nami. "Mimic anyone! Bodies too!"

He opened his robe, making Venus and the boys gape in shock. "Ahh!" Venus quickly covered Chopper's eyes before he could look too long.

The real Nami swung a punch to his head, abruptly ending the act. "Ouch!"

"Stop it!"

"Hey, are you all right?" Luffy asked.

"Ow, ow, ow." The delirious man pushed himself up. "Well... sorry, but I can't show any more of my power."

"You're amazing!" Luffy encouraged, as Usopp whistled. "Do it more!"

"Ahh, well, if you insist, I guess I'll show more."

"Yeah! Show it! Show it!" The four cheered.

Nami and Zoro watched in annoyance. "Gee, he's actually into it!" Nami glared.

"Hey, Mr. Ballerina!" Venus raised her hand. "Do me next! Me next!"

"As you wish, girlie!" With one touch of his right hand, a clone of her in his outfit stood before them, her hair down to her upper ribs. "Ta-da!"

"Awesome!" She cheered; however, her smile vanished when he gripped his closed coat with a mischievous look. "Eek!" She scrambled over, and quickly held it closed with a glare. "Don't even think about it!" She seethed.

"Just kidding!" He laughed, as she sat back down, and reverted back to normal. Usopp sighed in relief to himself; he wasn't ready to see that much of his crush yet. Although... he had never seen her without pigtails before.

Nami held a furious Zoro back when he tried to charge in for the prank. "Don't!"

"Furthermore, I'm equipped with a memory feature!"

"We wanna see! We wanna see!" They cheered, along with a newly happy Venus.

"Here we go!" To their delight, he changed into many faces, one after the other.

"Ah!" Vivi gaped at one that looked familiar. She knew that black, curly hair, and small beard anywhere; her father!

"Spin! Spin! Spin!"

"How stupid!" The swordsman griped.

"Spin! Spin!"

He stopped, and posed before his audience. "So how was my secret talent?! I usually never show it to others."

"Cool!" They cheered, as Vivi stared at him suspiciously. Why did he look like her father for a moment? Did he encounter him before?

They jumped up, and started dancing with him in a line, arms linked around shoulders. "Gimme a break! Gimme a break!"

"Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!"

"Oh, whatever!" Nami complained, and turned to the ocean.

"That's my ship!" He suddenly exclaimed. Approaching them was a white-wooded ship donning a swan prow, and a pink sail.

"Amazing! Amazing! He's..."

"Whoosh!" They stopped when he leaped gracefully on the railing by her. "It's already time to say goodbye? What a shame."

"What?!" The four exclaimed.

"Please don't go!" Usopp begged.

"Don't be sad! Journeys are always accompanied by farewells." He looked back at the group. "But don't ever forget this: Friendship... has nothing to do with how long we've known each other. Don't cry!" He jumped on his ship when she was close enough.

"See you again!" Luffy called.

The ballerina turned to his crewmates. "Now, let's go guys!"

"Yes, sir! Mr. 2, Bon Clay-sama!"

The Straw Hats gaped in shock upon overhearing. Yikes! "Mr. 2?!" Usopp exclaimed.

"So he is..." Vivi remarked, "Mr. 2, Bon Clay!"

"Vivi!" Luffy turned to her in surprise. "You didn't know his face?!"

"No, I've never met Mr. 2, and Mr. 1, as well as his partner. I don't know their powers either." She backed into the wall, and slid down to the floor. "Though I've heard of rumors. Mr. 2 is... a ballerina with a large frame, who talks like a woman. He always wears a swan coat that has "Bon Clay" on the back."

"You should've noticed!" Zoro, Usopp, and Luffy reprimanded.

"What's the matter, Vivi?" Luffy asked.

"Among the faces that he showed from his past memory... from his memory," She choked up in fear, "I saw my father's face; the face of Alabasta's king, Nefertari Cobra."

"If, for example, you could mimic a king," Zoro started, "You'd be able to do quite bad things too."

"We let a troublesome guy slip away, huh?" Usopp remarked.

"Then he's our enemy?" Chopper asked.

"He's certainly quite a problem, if he's on our enemy's side," Nami observed, and approached the boys, "If he realizes that we're the enemy, if he transforms into one of us using his memory from earlier, we won't be able to trust our own friends."

"Really? Huh?"

"Listen, Luffy-"

"Well, hold on," Zoro cut Nami off, and laid a hand on the catain's shoulder, "It's true that his opinion doesn't have any basis, but he's right about us not having to be scared of him. We should consider ourselves lucky that we got to see him now, because we can figure out counter measures."

Just then, huge waves sent the Merry rocking, sending most of the crew running to the back, as something huge emerged before them. "Something came out!" Luffy exclaimed.

"Sea Cat!" Vivi gaped.

"It's a sea monster!" Usopp and Chopper screamed.

Zoro wielded all his swords. "It's the first meal in 4 days!"

"It's a meal!" Luffy glared in its direction.

"It's a kitty!" Venus gushed.

At the front, Nami checked the Log Pose. "We're on the right track. I hope we get there pretty soon."

"It's a meal!" Luffy repeated angrily.

The giant cat leaned away, fearing the hunger in their eyes. "Whoa, it backed away!" Zoro pointed out.

"Have the ship go back! Go back!" Luffy commanded.

"W-w-w-w-w-we can't!" Usopp stammered.

Just then, Sanji burst out of the kitchen. "Ah! Don't let it get away! Capture it without fail!" He joined Luffy and Zoro in glaring daggers at their prey, sleeves rolled up. "How should I cook you, cat monster?!"

Vivi grabbed a broom, pulled Venus back, and swung the three into the railing. "No!"

The cat swam back down into the ocean, free from harm. "Vivi!" Luffy glared. "You jerk! What're you doing?!"

"W-why, Vivi-chan?" Sanji whimpered.

"You can't eat it!" She scolded. "Sea Cats are a sacred animal in Alabasta!"

"You should've told us sooner!" Luffy complained.

"There sure are many kinds of creatures in the sea!" Chopper remarked.

Usopp shuddered behind him from the encounter. "Being scared of things like that... you've still got a long way to go." He jumped up with sudden confidence, one foot on a cannon. "Okay then! I'll tell you a story about when I bravely fought Sea Kings in the Calm Belt."

"Fought Sea Kings?!"

"Big Ones! They were this big!" He held out his arms.

"O-our food got away," Luffy lamented.

"But don't worry," Vivi tried to assure him, "You'll be able to stuff yourself soon."

"Really?!" He brightened up. "What cat will appear this time?!"

"No cats!" Venus scolded.

"Vivi!" Nami called for her. "The wind and weather seem to be becoming stable."

"Yes," She agreed, "We've entered Alabasta's climate area. A Sea Cat appearing is also the proof."

"And what we see behind us," Zoro smirked, "Is probably also proof of Alabasta being close."

They all turned to look; turned out, a horde of ships was all spread out. "There're so many ships!" Luffy exclaimed. "When did that happen?!"

Usopp looked closer with his goggles. "Hey! They all have the Baroque Works' symbol!"

"Its employees have started gathering. They're probably Billions; the Officer Agents' subordinates."

"Which means that our enemy is at least 200," Nami remarked.

"On top of that, they are 200 elites of Baroque Works. They're far from those bounty hunters in Whisky Peak."

Usopp frantically cranked to raise the cannon. "Should we fire at them while we can?!" He wiped his brow after the cannon was ready. "Let's get on it already!"

"It's quicker if we go there, and beat them up!" Luffy argued, before his stomach growled. "No, wait! We have to eat first!"

"Idiot!" Zoro smirked confidently. "Don't bother. They're small fries."

"He's right," Sanji agreed, "If we lose our real target, that'll be it. There're only 9 of us."

Later on, the crew were tying white cloths on their left wrists with a plan. "Anyway, tie it tight," Zoro urged, "Our enemy this time has too many mysteries."

"I see," Vivi tied Nami's for her.

"If we check this, we don't have to doubt our friends," The navigator concluded.

"Does that Clone-Clone Fruit guy really become so similar when he transforms?" Sanji asked, tying his own cloth with his teeth like the swordsman.

"You've no idea!" Usopp replied. "It's not "similar". It's "the same"! It's too bad! You should've seen it. We even danced with him. Oh!" He turned to a struggling Venus, and tied her cloth on her wrist for her. "There we go."

"Thanks, Usopp-kun," She smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not interested in a male ballerina."

"Knowing someone like that is among our enemy, we can't carelessly act alone," Zoro said.

"Hey, what should I do?" Chopper asked.

"Ahh... do what you can do," Usopp replied, "You don't have to do anything anymore. It's okay to run into the enemy you can't defeat!"

Sanji gave him a skeptical look, as he helped Karoo out of his tangled mess. "Aren't you telling that to yourself?"

"What I can do, huh?" Chopper muttered, then smiled confidently. "Got it!"

"I can see the island now!" Luffy exclaimed.

"Let's stop at the town called Nanohana," Vivi suggested, "We have to hide the ship."

"All right!" Luffy agreed. "At any rate, no matter what happens..." He held out his clothed wrist, "This thing on our left arm is the sign of our friendship!" They all formed a circle with their left fists. "Well then, we'll land! To a restaurant! Oh, and to Alabasta."

"It's a side note?" The rest of the crew griped.

Vivi touched her cloth, as she silently watched them discuss. "The enemy this time is an assassination gang, Luffy," Nami pointed out.

"Yeah, it is."

"Be careful about acting on instinct, okay?"

"You're right. I got it." Vivi smiled to herself through Luffy's assurance. "Yeah! That's right! Yeah! Got it!"

[nityarawal]

3/26/2024

Rocket's Court

Morning Songs

Want Me To Court

Your Rockets

Want Me To Do The

Math

Over 300 Rockets

Launched

Last Year

That Will Be

Three Million Cybertrucks

Lads

You Want Me

To Explain

Aerodynamics

And Why The

Astronauts Can't 

Fly

You Cut A Tip

Off 6 Million Jewish

Men

Netanyahu

And Your 12 Million

Invitro Children

Murdering

Aren't Very Kind

You Got A Millitary

A 50 Year Defense

Plan

'How I Met Your

Mother'

Was No Accident 

And How She Died

Of Cancer

Wasn't An Accident 

Either

Bubble Butts Bringing

Home Germs

Bubble Butts

Give Israel Shame

Bubble Butts

Ain't No Education

Bubble Butts

Back Off

Biden Got Seduced

By A Nanny

He's Only A Man

Elon Got Herded

Under His Desk

By 9 To 5 Lab Moms

He's Only A Man

Biden Got Seduced

By The Best Dr

Of Literature

In The Land

He's Only A Man

But We Don't Want

Your Forced Air

From 2nd Gentleman

It's Veen Over A 1000

Arabian Nights 

Biden Got Seduced

By The Nanny

He's Only A Man

Seduced Like Bruce

Hauptman 

And Elon Musk Under

Influence

They're Just Men

Did Trudeau

Get Seduced

By A Manny

For He's Only A 

Man

Or Was It Military

Trans Candy

He's Just A Man

And Nonce Charles

His Son William

And Putin

Butt Pluggin'

Spreading Germs 

Amongst My

Ladies

Reeling From

Karma

Biden Got Seduced

He's Only An

80 Plus Year Old

Man

Now A Cyborg

Puppeteering

Are You Gonna Be

Like Him

Join Trumpleberry

Raped Politicians

And The Apes

Of Grimesz

At The Border

Junk Art Wall

Gym

With Attys

Pigs

Biden Got Seduced

Are You Gonna Be

Like Him

Whose Your Political

Hooker

Is it Grimesz

For Rewind

Baiting My Women

Rewind AI

Biden Got Seduced

You Gonna Be Like Him

Saddled With

Chowmilla

Begging For A Robot

Lover

Neuralinked To Morph

Hookers Into Kardashians

Before Your Eyes

Biden Got Seduced

Nanny Running

The Show

Did Jill Get A New

Boy Toy Orphan

On The House

With Grimesz

Trans Harems

Cyborg Puppet

PD Namesakes

Rotating Like Toilette

Paper

Generic Secret

Service

You Lay Your Life

Down 

Whilst You Shoot

Rockets Today

Yesterday

Don't Aim

Shoot In The Dark

No Tips

Don't Spring

Force Rape

Like You've Always

Done

Don't Spring

It's A New Year

1000 Cybertrucks

Tickets

Discharged Everywhere

Happy Spring

It's A New Year

Will Santa Elon

Arrive

Or Is He In A Cage

With His Apes

Wild

Dreaming

About Camp California

In A Cybercar

Taoism

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[leo-and-jay-dreamers-duo]

Leo's "tally baiting" dream

date: sometime in mid 2022 this is after i had already had a dream about both neil cicegerega and will wood, so i just needed tally hall to compleat the trio.

my family was on a road trip, i guess i dream about road trips a lot. we stop at a Halloween store that is actually a recurring thing that comes up in my dreams. it's never lit up, i'm always the only one in there, and the lady that works there always gives me a TON of candy for free. anyways, we stop there, get out of the car, get back in the car without entering the building, and leave. then we stopped at a convenience store. it's fairly big, so more like a grocery store, but it was supposed to be a convenience store. we were meant to pick out snacks so i was looking at the packaging on all the snacks they had. out of the corner of my eye i could have sworn that the pictures on the packaging were all pictures of the band tally hall, but when i looked on a specific package, it had normal images. same situation with the words on them as well. this phenomenon that i have nominated as "tally baiting" happened with the signs above the isles and the people in the store. everywhere i looked, the butcher? Ross Federman. the woman a couple feet in front of me? wrong. that's Joe Hawley. the sign addressing where the pharmacy is? it says "Tally Hall Here -->" we left the store without buying anything. the dream then abruptly ended.

when i woke up, my first thought was: "oh sweet! now i've dreamed of all three of them. well kinda anyways…"

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Jonathan always being the protector of his siblings when they were under Brenners watch. But just imagine he’s the one taken cause Brenner knows that’ll lead El and Will back to him. He doesn’t expect Jonathan to be as strong and capable with his powers as he is. He knows his limits now, and it bites the entire lab in the ass.

The Byers-Hopper crew rolling up to fight, only to find Jonathan already fleeing. His head is shaved again, his clothes that was his favorite outfit is ruined. He also has that collar around his throat. Brenner doing the whole forgiveness speech after the collar comes undone, but dies without it cause fuck that- after all he did he doesn’t deserve it.

The ride back to Hawkins is filled with clingy hugs from the twins, Joyce and Hop both checking over for injuries. Jonathan just sadly touching his shaved head and muttering about how sad he is. It makes Joyce want to break down.

(They do a special pit stop for clothes hunting, finding almost the exact outfit. Hopper also gets this big pack of sour candy Jonathan loves and later shaves his own head. Says he’ll grow it out with him. The big grin on Jonathan’s face is worth it)

Seriously. Joyce and Hopper have managed to keep the kids safe for years too (with the help of Owens), then Brenner finds Jonathan outside of the high school one day and decides to do his best to lead him away from El and Will. They're freshmen by this point but they haven't come out yet so Jonathan just uses himself as bait in his eyes but Brenner isn't worried because this was the quietest one of his "children" and he's always been protective of Will and El (Brenner suspected Jonathan subconsciously knew he was Wills brother and El was always the one getting picked on so he stood up for her and developed an older brother relationship with both of them). Brenner also knows Will and El adore Jonathan and would surely come to save their big brother, so he isn't worried about only having Jonathan.

Hopper finds out first because a teacher calls asking why government trucks are outside and armed soldiers (do they need to evacuate the building or go on lock down?) And he goes ballistic. He runs there as fast as he possibly can but it's too late, Jonathan's gone. He finds Will and El still in the building and they figure out Jonathan has been taken back to the lab. He goes to find Joyce and explain everything and she immediately goes to the car and is like "I'm getting my son back. No one's taking him from me again."

Meanwhile Jonathan is being restrained and Brenner puts him in the shock collar to keep him under control. He tells Jonathan how Will and El are probably on their way, that it's best for him to stay home. He won't hurt Jonathan. Will and El will be safe. Jonathan knows he's full of shit but keeps getting shocked and that's what slows him down the most.

But he keeps fighting. He knows he's strong and he wants to go back to his family. He knows his family is on their way too, and he needs to give them an advantage. Will and El would not be taken back here. He wouldn't allow it.

He manipulates Brenner, too. He convinces him that the shock collar came off and Brenner clicks the button again, causing it to really fall off and that's when he throws Brenner and every person in the room and takes off. He uses his manipulation abilities to cloak himself. Then he hears the alarm and Brenner and others following him outside even though they can't see him.

The room starts to come undone, brick by brick, chairs flying everywhere and he looks up and sees his family. Will is using his powers to trap Brenner. It's Hopper that decides its not enough. The moment Jonathan is within safety, Will stops using his powers and El holds off the army without an issue (snaps their necks) and Hopper is the one that shoots Brenner. While he's dying out, he tries to apologize to Jonathan and the twins, but the moment he addresses Will and El, Jonathan snaps because he doesn't get to talk to them. He says something along the lines of "you have no more control, Brenner" (whereas El says papa).

And then the family does reunite. Will and El hug him tightly, crying that they thought he was gone and his mom walks over and puts her hand on his head and he starts crying because it was shaved again. Hopper embraces him too and they go home. Jonathan sits in the middle seat because both of the twins need to be able to hug him when they fall asleep. He does keep touching his hair and says something along the lines of "do I still look like you, Mom? I tried to stop them" and "it was getting so long" but he does eventually fall asleep, allowing the day or so worth of captivity and exhaustion to hit him and he wraps an arm around El and Will, lays his head on top of Wills and sleeps.

After they go clothes shopping, Jonathan starts to feel a little better but he's definitely dealing with panic attack and flashbacks. He struggles internally with himself because sometimes he feels like nothing more than a lab experiment gone wrong, but he pushes it to the side. They get home and Jonathan is so quiet. Will and El try to make him happy, but Will can feel Jonathan's pain and fear but his abilities aren't enough to fix it (to which Jonathan tries to assure him "you're not responsible for fixing me, you do enough just by being around. I'm just glad you're safe") and Hopper comes in with the bag of candy and a shaved head. Jonathan's shocked and Hopper says "well grow it back out together, deal?" And Jonathan just cries again and Hopper sits beside him and hugs him, reminding him that he's home again and Brenners dead and nothing is going to take Jonathan from his family ever again. Meanwhile Joyce is making his favorite dinner and puts a blanket in the dryer to make sure it's warm before coming in there and wrapping it around Jonathan (she recalls the time Jonathan mentioned how cold he would be at the lab) and her son just starts feeling human again as the warmth engulfs his body.

Hopper goes to check on him at night and finds that he and Will are sharing a bed again. Will is curled up beside Jonathan, fast asleep with an arm wrapped around him and Jonathan is whispering that he's here and not going anywhere ever again. He knows it works because stars fill the room slightly as Will sleeps. He doesn't notice Hopper, and Hopper doesn't make himself known, he just watches as Jonathan's eyes fill with wonder and amazement at what his little brother can do.

[han-shinsuke]

l e v i a c k e r m a n

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•s t a r t•

“Still dating,” I really don’t mind elaborating the kind of relationship and interaction Levi and I had every time we were together. As long as he’s happy and contented, I won’t ask and won’t even dare open up if he has plans to level up ‘us’. It’ll just make things complicated between our hearts and our real agenda.

“Did you fuck each other already?”

“What? No.”

Although, some nights, he’s in my dreams, fucking his loads into me until he fulfilled his bank of satisfaction.

Let’s just say I’m indebted to him that’s why I am letting him use me as a bait or a shield againsts those women who tries luring him to a marriage or to any responsibilities that would tie him up in a kind of life he never wanted.

Willa flashes a malicious grin and pinches my side, “what if he asks you to do some job for him, will you do it?” I did not falter when I responded.

“I will if he wants me to but, I’m just a bait and nothing more than that.”

“He’s here.” My friend cocks her head to the main gate and we watch his expensive rover enters our University and park right in front of us, “Levi.” Willa acknowledges his arrival and he responds with a nod, “Willa, it’s good to see you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wils.” I give my friend a hug and hop on in his car.

Levi drives in silence which was his usual behaviour when we’re together. We lived in a same house but sleeps in different rooms and definitely not into romantics. Though, I’d be happy if we could engage ourselves into it.

He’s just uh, too uptight to be as sweet as a candy.

“Hey there, wait a sec.” His left hand almost got squeezed by the door of my room but he managed to remain calm and unbothered.

The door creaks open and slams closed when we stepped in to my room, him dragging me to the bed I don’t sleep on.

“Wh–why?” I ask when he instructed me to kneel. He sits on the edge, unzips his pants and freed his thing.

I gulp secretly and even curse under my breath. My eyes water at the sight of it and he’s very attentive in cupping my face and wiping the moisture on the corner of my eyes.

“We’ve been dating but you haven’t had a taste of me, right? Let’s start from the bottom, yeah?”

Can I do it? I have never sucked a man’s thing before nor had a chance to touch one.

“You can do it, baby. I’ve seen you licked an ice cream before. Close your eyes if you must, hmm?”

Sounds easy but too hard to execute. I shut my eyes closed. Pray first. Put my trembling hands around his long rod and breathe in strength and confidence.

Its skin feels soft and delicate between my lips but the whole thing is far different. It’s thick and hard as his fingers combing my shoulder length hair, slightly pulling the tension from the scalp. My mouth feels full by just having the tip around the circumference of my lips. It is bigger and harder, enough to piston down the sensitive muscle of a woman.

“Full already?” he teases, grabbing my hair fully as he lifts my head to spit in my mouth. It caught me off having a man’s saliva on my tongue but it feels warm and sweet and arousing that when he dropped his lips onto mine and kissed me hard just to force more of his spittle down my throat, I did nothing but moan alongside with his rough and sloppy kisses.

“Ooh, God!” I gasp after feeling his tight pull on the strands of my hair.

“Do it, baby, ‘kay?” I nod, lowering my head back to his tip, swallowing it first and clenching it against my lips. Levi let out a grunt and before I could even ask if I’m doing the job right, he pushed my head deep to his member, slamming the hard cap against my throat. I squeal and squirm and cry in my head all at once. The feeling of his erection installed fully and deeper in my mouth feels lethal and the tension down my pipe was forcibly undeniable. I let out choking noises and I heard him laugh at it, pulling my head up and slamming it back again. Then pulled again, withdrawing his size to look down at my tears dampened face.

“First time, baby?” I nod again, muffling my cries from the rough force that lingers in my mouth and down my windpipe. I failed in suppressing my cries that’s why I ended up sobbing on his muscular thighs, “ssshh, baby, it’s fine. You hurt?” I shake my head no. Liar. I scream in my head. My throat was throbbing in pain and my mouth feels numb by his huge size that previously stuffed in my airways.

Levi pulls me back to my feet, squeezing my sides with his calloused palms and fingers, face leveling with my chest.

“Why are we doing this?” I sob, holding onto his arms that continuously squeezing and kneading the skin under the uniform I am wearing.

“Can’t we do it?” he asks back, lips thinning into a mischievous grin.

He warms my heart and eases the pain in my throat by lacing his fingers along the lines of my lips, then pushes a digit between it, pressing softly and then poking my tongue with his sharp nail. I closed my eyes as I moan his name, almost like a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

“Le–Levi... Levi... ” want him to do something to me. Something dirty. Something new. But how can you name a feeling so new, so strange and so addicting?

Another digit was added between my lips, pumping gently, heating the already burning fuel in me, “say it, baby. Say it.” He knows I’m craving for that heat. He’s putting me on the edge like how a bait should be treated. On the edge. On the brink of death.

Completely succumbed, I whisper those filthy shits, “fuck me, please.”

Those words were just a whisper but strong enough to snap him out of his own reverie. I’m just as lost as him. So high and dumb that I didn’t even notice the force he uses on me, tearing the front of my blouse, buttons flying everywhere. Finally, the part of me that aches for some attention, he didn’t think twice and cage the perked buds alternately in his mouth, lapping the pad of his tongue around its tiny size, sucking it hard that makes me bend my top body in a curve of delight as I ask for support through his head.

“Oh my! Levi!” the sounds of his lips between those cruel kiss as he pops each buds with force were enough to take away the remaining sanity in my head. My knees betrayed me, trembling down from the obvious defeat, Levi scoops my weight onto his lap, wrapping my legs with eagerness around his waist, putting his mouth back to business, my grip tightened on his hair, pulling his face tight against my aching breasts.

“Shit, baby!” I feel soaked and it was because of his habit spitting the spot he wants to claim as his own, “damn tits! I can suck these all night aah!” I follow his thirsty moan with a loud gasp and tight squeeze on his shoulders as he devours my chest with so much hunger. The kisses were soft but the teeth works were harsh, leaving marks of his pure desires.

“Come on, Levi! Aah! I–I hhyaahh! I–I need to pee, ooh!” I push his face and look at him pleadingly. The heat was turning up in my stomach. I really need to pee, “Hwait—Aaah!” He bites hard the left bud and I swear I fucking shit myself in my skirt but it was far different from my normal urine. It feels warmer and thicker that a question in my head pops up, “you’re quick to cum.” He confirms it, humping my hips against his protruding erection that has white cream on its tip.

Panting, I crash my lips on his and he’s quick to catch mine and give it the kiss I wanted.

“Levmmpphhh! Haahhh! Too hard hhmmpp!” He uses more of his teeth and tongue, biting the corner then licking the part he made to bleed a little. Levi was strong, his arms were crashing me with its tight embrace, holding me with so much force and selfishness. Trying my best to cope up with his need, I return the kiss in a very sensual manner, moving softly on his lower lip, nipping it, sliding my tongue inside his mouth. The table was turned. His kisses changes course, mimicking the slow pace of my mouth on his.

“Hmmm... ” I moan between his hungry but careful kisses, swallowing everything he could.

The kiss paused for a moment, engaging our eyes full of lust, I dip my mouth once again for a quick smack on his softness. He smiles, tugging down the blouse he tore apart down my elbows, exposing the cold skin of my shoulder and back. I tilt my head voluntarily for him to dip his own with ease. His hot mouth touch my skin, tracing warm kisses from my shoulder up to my neck. He blows a kiss on my throat and suck its skin, nibbling, determined to leave another mark .

“Fuck me, Levi. I want you in. Rail me, please.” He chuckles against my skin, peppering my softness with his cruel kisses. God. Unknowingly, humping and grinding my bottom against his hardness that screams for attention and womanly flesh.

“So desperate, baby huh! Can you take me huh? You don’t blame me if things gone wrong huh?” I won’t hold him accountable for things I pleaded him to do. I want it and I’ll deal with it.

Levi lays me down on the bed, pulling my lower half near the edge, folding my thighs to his heart’s desires after removing my undergarments. He eyed me down there carefully, constantly looking at my worried face. He must have noticed it, the flesh blocking his passage.

“I won’t scream. I won’t make a sound and I won’t hold on to you.” I heard these information from all the girls he had fucked to sleep. He despises women who screams, who cries and those who dares touch him while reeling deep a hole.

It would be painful, I know, but I prefer myself ready if something like this happened and it’s happening.

Levi tosses the clothes around the room, flaunting his perfect built and massive thing. I hold my legs for him, shutting my close as he rubs his tip on the hood, gradually pushing its head.

“G–go on... ” I encourage him, tilting my head to the left, biting my lips hard.

“You desperate little shit!” I unconsciously let go of my legs to cover my mouth when he goes really deep and penetrates the intact hymen to reach the place only his thing can touch.

My whole body shakes as my fingers clutches the bedsheet for external support.

His thing burns the life out of me, burning the core further, suffocating me with how his thing feels like, throbbing ang growing bigger from the fact that he’s the first man to use me like this.

I breathe his name helplessly, “Levi. Levi.”

He’s not making a move yet. He’s watching my every reaction and how my face contorted due to the pain he caused me.

“Are you expecting something after this?” his thing throbbed, growing even bigger. What a cruel way of knocking down my airway.

My lips parted, gasping for air. Pain from the bottom flesh increasing rapidly all over my veins, “N–No... don’t worry.” I give my most genuine smile and swallow my cries and sobs.

“I–I know my place, Levi.” I added before he gone merciless with his deep thrust and cruel kisses.

“Levi, ooohhh!” tightly, hold on to the sheet tightly. There’s no one to cheer me all throughout this session so I did what I needed to do. I comfort myself on my own, grabbing for support onto the sheet as he strikes harder and fast with those thick hips and thighs, spreading my legs with his expert hands.

“Shit, baby! So tight here hah! Damn!” hard blow followed by another blow, forcing my core to accommodate his growing size by folding my legs and spreading them when he’s not comfortable.

I need something to hold on but who and what to hold.

“Lev—” his lips crashes back again on mine, kissing me torridly, fucking my tongue with his tongue, swirling, tasting my mouth full of his spittle.

My heart swells in affection, my tummy from his long and thick manhood. He says, surprisingly, “hold tight, baby.” When I didn’t move because I couldn’t comprehend his words, Levi grabs my right hand and put around his toned arms while lacing his other with my left as he picks up his face and strength. Drilling his rod deeper and fast as he buries his face on my neck, sucking its crooked part, licking his way up to my mouth to kiss me again.

“Aaahhh~ oh my God! You’re so deep! Aahh!” I couldn’t contain my moans anymore. It’s getting louder and he’s not bothering himself with it. He keeps ramming his hips against mine, creaming the already drenched hole.

Another heat is building up in me, making me hold tighter on his body and hand. I started squirming when he put a finger on my clit, rubbing it hard as he pumps hard his long shaft, “shit, baby! Aahhnngg cumming! Aah!”

My body convulses with his shaking ones, pumping even harder, filling me with warm cream until it oozes down my core down to the anus.

“Levi... ” his name rolls out my tongue before I dropped flat weakly on the bed, him on top of me, pressing more of his weight ‘til he completely dry his member out of his jizz.

He moves again. Blowing off another strikes but I’m too weak and too tired to cooperate with him. I just let him use me again and again.

He’s the love of my life after all.

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I woke up alone on my bed, feeling numb from the last night activity. He wasn’t here. He must be out and working already. My stomach growls, hunger occupying my senses. I force myself out from the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean myself. His marks are all over my body. The most visible were the one around my neck and my left wrist. He’s gone hard and wild last night, holding me by the neck to kiss me while fucking me from behind. Ah, Levi, what a poison you were.

I dress in my usual boyish clothes, leaving the house with my sore body and numb legs.

The day was peaceful and I’m having my breakfast at a café when this man storms in and snatches my aching body.

“Ouch.” I hiss lowly, not wanting to draw attention on us.

He sits me back on my chair, setting down really close to me, pressing our forehead together.

“You’re not allowed to leave me, Y/N! Fuck. I was so scared!” he’s breathing heavily and angrily.

I sip my coffee before answering, “I can’t even if I want to, Levi. Not in this condition. I can’t even feel my legs.”

I giggle at my own helplessness but he’s still mad, “I have been calling you! Where’s your goddamn phone?!”

“Oh! I think I left it in our house.” I answer innocently, grabbing a waffle from the white china, “hey! that’s mine!” my lips pouted when he stole my food and bit it angrily.

“I love you!” I think I misheard him.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“What an idiot and slowpoke.” Levi commented before gripping my chin and pressing his lips hard on my mouth.

•e n d•

[amesstm]

Like A Movie

Characters: almost all of Class 1-A. Almost.

AN: Hello! I decided to venture to BNHA/MHA because this has been on my mind for a bit as of late. And I have some ideas for more AOT in mind! :)

You never expected that Bakugo Katsuki - aka that explosive hedgehog inside a human body - would ask you out on a date. Sure, you two had been on team building exercises together and survived several villain attacks with each other’s help, but there was also the rest of Class 1-A there. Yet, as you two spent more time together, you slowly began to admire him.

So, when Bakugo timidly asked you out, you were just as nervous. “U-uh, wait you’re asking me?”

Like a light switch, his mood changed to his common anger, “Yeah, you got a problem with it?”

“No!” You said, raising your hands slightly to show you weren’t upset by it. “I’m just taken aback by it.”

“Well, get used to it. I’m taking you to the amusement park since I’ve heard you’ve never been.” His eyes turned away, a clear sign of hiding something.

Your eyes widened as you took note of the subconscious mannerism. You’d only told... Kirishima. Gosh darn it, you’ll have to smack him later. But this also meant they had talked about you, which neautralized what could’ve been possible damage. “When will this be?”

“Tomorrow.” Then, class started soon after he said that, leaving you in a dazed state.

Since you all lived in the dorms, word spread fast. You were carrying out your Friday night ritual of self-care, when you heard a knock on the door. A face mask on your face, you had to withhold a sigh as you opened the door. Immediately, all the girls started swarming you with questions; they ranged anywhere from which amusement park; what you’d wear; if you wanted to kiss him on the first date. Overwhelmed, you became a blushing, flustered mess.

“Okay, okay. I think we’ve all overwhelmed Y/N enough,” Jirou muttered. You wanted to kiss her in that moment, but then remembered the last question. Once again, your face reddened.

“You’re right; we’re sorry, Y/N. But we’d love to help you get ready for your date!” Momo added, ever the voice of reason.

Mina jumped with a fist in the air, “Yeah! We want you to look as cute as possible to make that Bakugo blush!”

Through the face mask, you sputtered out. “Ah, thank you all. But that won’t be necessary since I already chose something to wear.”

Ochako’s face lit up, “Can you show us?”

You smiled with a nod. Opening your closet, you pulled out a short, white dress. It would look especially nice since your skin was beginning to tan and it’d compliment your hair.

After several nods and compliments, you felt much more confident for your date with Bakugo. Then, the morning came. Your skin was glowing, your hair was shining, and everything was amazing. Thank goodness. You slipped on your dress, some comfortable shoes, and gathered some money just in case.

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To say you were nervous around Bakugo was an understatement. Some elderly woman, around Ochako’s height, complimented you two as being cute together. All you could do was stutter out some alien language. Beside you, Bakugo was blushing. Was it the sun or were you just hot from embarrassment? Did Bakugo even like your dress? Well, he blushed so that was a sure sign.

As you two entered the amusement park, there were shops for candy and food everywhere. Some rollercoasters and rides could be seen in the distance, with the water park in a separate space. “What do you want to do first, Bakugo?”

He smiled, “I want to get on some rides first. Have you ever ridden a rollercoaster?”

When you gave a slight shake of the head, Bakugo basically picked you up and ran towards a rollercoaster. It was called the Diamondback and it was the tallest one there. As you looked at where the top practically reached the sky, you gulped. Bakugo was excitedly looking at you, but you could only pray for your safety.

“Hey, you don’t need to be scared,” Bakugo reassuringly said. His usually fiery eyes were demure, soft, and concerned. “You’re one of the best students at UA; you’ll be able to make it out safe if anything happens.”

You gave a soft smile, happy to see a softer side to his rough edge. “Thank you, Bakugo.”

A blush rose to his face and then he laughed it off, “Plus you’ll be with me. So nothing bad will happen at all.”

Before you knew it, you were locked into the ride. The ride started slowly, and then took a fast, wild turn. You screamed and yelped, “Bakugo, hold my hand.”

His sweaty, caramel-smelling palm took yours instantly. He smiled as you screamed. When you reached the top, muttering “no, no, no” under your breath, he started laughing. Once the ride was over, Bakugo had to nudge you so you both could exit. Your legs were jittery and you were still shaking from the thrill.

“As much as I loved it, we don’t have to do more. I don’t know if you’ll be able to take it,” Bakugo challenged. You didn’t want to take the bait, since you were already wobbling as you walked and clutching your stomach.

But you took the bait. “No! We’re getting on the next one!”

“If you need to hold my hand again, I won’t mind,” he said, standing next to you as you held onto him to stay standing.

You blushed and whispered, “When did you get so flirty?”

After a few hours of rollercoaster riding, you should’ve stopped. Your body was no longer having fun but mentally, the excitement of the drop grew on you. No longer were you screaming in fear, but from enjoyment. No doubt, you still had that shaky feeling after getting off, but it was now seen in a different light.

You laughed, having conquered all the rides available. Bakugo smiled, his hand still in yours, just watching you beam. It was a few hours before they would have to return to the dorms - unless they wanted Mr. Aizawa to murder them - so they started walking back towards the entrance.

“Bakugo, I want to thank you for this,” you grinned ear to ear.

“Katsuki. You can call me, Katsuki. And of course, it’s about time.”

An initial look of surprise turned into a small smile, “Okay Katsuki, thank you again.”

The two of you were towards the entrance now when you eyed a cute stuffed (favorite animal). In fact, you slowed down to look at it. Katsuki, who had a quick pace, noticed. His eyes followed yours to where the stuffed animal was, hanging above a basketball game. “Do you want it?”

“O-oh, it’s fine. We need to get goi-“

“I’m getting it for you,” he declared and stepped towards the little game. The person in charge of the game provided Bakugo with three tries to get at least two through the hoops. If he could get three in, he could get the big stuffed toy you were eyeing.

With a confident “tch,” Katsuki threw the balls with ease. Each ball landed in perfect sequence one after the other. An impressed look reached the host’s face and he asked Katsuki which prize he wanted. The best student at UA pointed to the animal you wanted like he was simply going down the aisle of a grocery store. Aka, he acted like this happened easily and all the time.

A stranger screamed, “Whoa! So manly!”

Katsuki smirked from that comment. He lifted the big stuffed animal and offered it to you with pride. Eagerly, you took it in your arms and squeezed it with joy. You didn’t notice but while your face was buried in the softness of the toy, he smiled at how lucky he was.

The two were waiting at the train station, sitting side by side. “Thank you again for this, Katsuki. I loved it!”

Your happy face made him blush. He averted his eyes, “Tch, don’t mention it.”

“I mean it. It was like a movie,” you smiled, looking at his flustered form.

“Really?” He sounded unsure, like you’d make a fool out of him at any moment. But when you nodded, a small smile graced his face. “So do you mind if we end our date like one, too?”

Now you were red, “I-I mean, if you want to.”

He didn’t say anything, but responded by leaning in. His eyes were beginning to close and so were yours. You met each other’s lips and it was like his quirk was working on its own. It was explosive. Once you retracted, you heard a small gasp.

Looking around, you both saw the rest of your class in poorly dressed costumes. It was Mina who did it, as made evident by her wide eyes and hand over mouth. You facepalmed, embarrassed by being watched. Next to you, crackles of tiny explosions made themselves known.

[whump-town]

It’s A Wonderful Life

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. 

Warning: talking about child abuse 

Fluorescent white is harsh.

The ones in the police station when his mother tried to run away the first time had irritated his eyes. Laying on his back, head cushioned by a deputy’s winter jacket, he’d gotten the idea to save himself from this mess. He spent the night on that station floor, while his mother pleaded for something to be done, staring long and hard at the lights. Waiting until he couldn’t stand the pain from his eyes being open for so long before blinking. He’d hoped to blind himself, aimed for it in the hopes that he would earn a fraction of goodwill from his father.

He didn’t need to be told that he and his mother would be going back to that house tonight.

Three months later, his father put him in the hospital for the first time. Despite the pressure across his chest, the pain of each breathe, he’d shivered harshly. Those blinding lights and white walls sucking the warmth from the room-- but maybe it had nothing to do with the hospital and the realization, at eight, that his father would rather see him dead than deal with him.

But for two hours, Aaron remembered what it was like to have a father. More crisp than the pain stabbing through his body, the chest tube wedged into his thin chest was his father’s commanding figure. The way his mother had moved to place herself between them until she saw his true motive.

He remembers his father soothing his out-of-mind whimpers, brushing his bangs from his face with a gentle knuckle. Gently, a nurse moving wires and keeping them from being tangled, his father had cradled him to his chest. “Easy. You’re okay now, baby.” It had been so hard to breathe, despite the oxygen canal under his nose. But he’d fallen asleep there with his father’s large flannel pulled over him like a blanket.

At least that hospital stay earned him a month of reprieve-- he’d been on blood thinners, inhalers, and way too much medicine for a child. His father couldn’t beat him, though, because he might not have been any use to the man but a funeral is more expensive than just leaving him be.

In his ninth-grade year, his father hit him so hard that a blood vessel burst in his eye. The light had been red. The nurse who put three stitches into his chin whispered a soft chide at him for fighting boys at school but there was something about her that still makes him think she knew. She let him sleep for four hours, fed him as many sandwiches as he could stand, and sent him home with jello stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

There were fluorescent lights in the coroner’s office. The first time he’d ever seen a dead body-- his own father.

From there the lights lose meaning.

Getting mugged in college and cracking two ribs getting the shit kicked out of him when they realized he had no money. Breaking the metacarpals in his right hand punching somebody’s too drunk boyfriend-- he only remembers the blinding pain and a boy and Haley dragging him to the hospital a day later. Breaking more ribs in the academy falling off an obstacle, they called him brittle bones for the rest of training and they were right. Getting shot, too many times to count there. Being knocked unconscious, strangled, and beaten. Being blown up not once, not twice, but now three times. And… Foyet.

It seems as if he’ll never get a reprieve from their harsh downpour. Maybe he never will.

“I can’t let you all back there.” A doctor and a nurse meet them at the doors of the intensive care unit, the only thing separating them sitting numbly in the waiting room from Hotch. He’s already so close, they can feel it stirring something foreign in them. Maybe it’s the sort of raw thing that Hotch normally abates in them, soothes and calms long before they can truly feel it.

Dave leads them into the hospital.

Garcia clutches Morgan’s hand, following close on his heels, and trying to keep her eyes on the floor. Afraid that if she looks up she might start sobbing and she knows if she does start crying, she will not stop. Morgan lets her, he needs something else to focus on. Her cold hand squeezing his painfully tight works numbers.

JJ tries to speak with Reid and Emily but neither even attempts to try with a response.

“The best I can do is… five minutes, in pairs.”

Emily looks up from the floor, showing her own first signs of life. “I’ll go.” She goes alone.

JJ with go with Reid. Morgan with Garcia. Privileged with power of attorney, Rossi will get to stay. She tries not to think too hard about how that was once her. Before she ruined everything with Doyle, she was his power of attorney. Now Dave has to decide if he’s got enough fight left in him to keep going.

There’s blood all over his face. It’s caked under his nose and left to coagulate along his hairline. There’s so much it makes her stomach twist and she feels tears slip down her face despite the control she wishes to exude.

Emily sniffles, wiping the back of her hand under her nose hard. Unable to forgive herself for this blatant demonstration of emotion and unwilling to stop for just a moment and really think about what is happening. About the things that have happened today while she was fucking off at her desk. “Can we--” she clears her throat harshly. Forcing her shoulder’s back and stealing her voice she tries again. “Do you have a rag? I’d like to get the blood off his face.”

A nurse, standing right at the door in case Emily does get overwhelmed, nods. She’d expected to have to hold the women or offer some sort of false promise in a hopeful prognosis but the brunette agent just turns her back and regards her friend a little closer.

She’d seen him after Foyet. Seen him. Drugged out of his mind and numbly, nearly dissociated, from the nurses changing his bandages. It had hurt to see him so… he couldn’t even be there, mentally, to stand it.

“Here you go,” the nurse comes back. “Don’t touch the stitches and be careful--”

“I know.” She does, really, know what the nurse is going to say. She’s cleaned her own wounds and some of the others. She knows what to do. The important thing, right now, is cleaning him up so that the others don’t see it. The blood up and down him, he’s covered in it. It’s safer, better if they see him like he’s Hotch.

She’s hesitant to actually touch him but her time is dwindling down. Wiping at his eyebrow, she tries to think of something to say. Mindless. “Reid swears that there is some proven bullshit study--” the washcloth trembles in her hand. “I don’t know, I--I didn’t listen to him, to be honest.” An admission that would earn her a stern frown if… if he were here. But he’s not. “I think he’s just bluffing,” she admits. “I also don’t think if you had a choice, you’d want to listen to any of the sappy crap any of those nuts have to say.”

She didn’t want to, she didn’t even want to see him, but no one was moving and no one was speaking. So, she’d taken the doctor’s bait and agreed to go back first. Someone has to, it’s not a big deal. They look after one another-- she and Hotch hate each other’s guts most of the time but she always has his back. She always looks after him. Now is no exception.

The blood comes off and her time runs out.

“W--Wait!” She forces herself to take his hand, cold and rough, in her own. “Aaron,” his name feels wrong in her mouth but she’d been Emily for ages and it’s desperate but she’s terrified she’ll never have another chance. “Don’t you die, you son of a bitch. Please don’t die.”

Her legs carry her out of the building, only half-aware of the words Dave is communicating. They can come back in the morning (but she remembers what the doctor said about him surviving the night) and that Jack is staying overnight just to be sure.

Right. “Okay.” She’ll be back in the morning.

On a night not quite unlike this one, JJ had taken Emily home. To the home that she and Will were still renovating and whose walls were never truly silenced no matter the hours-- night or day. It had been exactly what Emily needed to get the hell away from all that overwhelming silence.

Will made them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and tipsy from her wine Emily commended his skill. Obviously, JJ was doing something here, picking him, and Henry really lucked out. That was the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich she’s ever had (he sent her home the next morning with three more and even refrigerated they were amazing).

That night, JJ took Emily back to her closet and showed her the secret wardrobe-- full of clothes she’s stealthily stolen from their friends over the years. A soft green sweater that still smelled like Gideon, JJ informs her he pulled it over her head one chilly morning when they were in DC. They laughed sadly together, remembering Gideon’s very unique approach to affection. He never really hit his mark, did he? He was an odd one alright.

The real stash is in the back. Not the outrageous amounts of sweaters Garcia sends her home with-- always an excuse to go get new ones. It’s for the Morgan and Hotch memorabilia. It’s no secret the two of them will fork over anything you ask for-- fries, a pickle, an extra shirt, mittens, their coats. No, the hard part is giving those material items back.

“Jesus,” Emily hisses, looking at her friend with wide eyes. “And those are all from Hotch?” JJ had opened a shoebox full of gloves ranging in color and thickness.

JJ looks nearly ashamed as she nods. “He’s always leaving them everywhere!” she defends. Most do come from her finding them in random places he’s set them down and just walked away. One pair did come directly from his jacket pockets. He’d draped his peacoat over her like a blanket and she’d dug around for a piece of the hard candy he always keeps on his person and found them.

He used to lose so many pairs JJ used to wonder if Haley even bothered to get angry with him. She was frustrated and she didn’t have to go buy his big dumb butt a new pair.

“What’s your excuse for the shirts?”

The rule of shirts is you ask Morgan. Reid is a size small in t-shirts and when they already steal Hotch’s candy, scarves, and gloves they leave him his shirts… unless he offers first. Morgan always has one large, at least, in his bag. He is a medium but sometimes he just has to style a slightly larger shirt.

And JJ has an impressive amount of men’s mediums shirts-- the black, blues and one green shirt are all Morgan. The white ones are Hotch.

Emily had borrowed one of JJ’s Morgan shirts and slept on the couch. She’d laid awake just a little after they’d all gone their separate ways thinking about the impossibility that she’ll ever have JJ’s problem. They just don’t like her like that.

Tonight, Emily is dipping into her own reserve.

When she was ready to go into Witsec, Hotch gave her his button-down. Her own wouldn’t fit because of all the layers of gauze. She’d been the point of tears with aggravation over this and startled when he gently closed his hands over her own. She can loosely remember crying into his shoulder, shaking with fear. She was afraid, not mad at her stupid t-shirt.

She was terrified she’d never seen any of them again and he’d felt the same.

“Haley hand-made Jack this bear out of some of my old shirts,” he tells her. It feels like he’s taken a hot serrated blade and drug it from hip-to-hip, barring himself for her to see. “He sleeps with it every night.” He leaves out the obvious-- that she’d been afraid he’d die and Jack would forget him and that he now he wishes he’d done the same with her old shirts.

Emily startles when he moves to undo the buttons on her shirt but she lets him. Watching as he tugs his own off his shoulders. The two making eye-contact as he hesitantly guides her arms into his larger shirt. It’s stupidly large but doesn’t hurt to sit across her stomach.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

He shakes his head, lowers his gaze, and moves back.

For the months she was away, she could understand why Jack would cling to that bear. When that old shirt stopped smelling like him she locked herself in the tiny bathroom of her apartment, sat in her bathtub with her knees drawn to her chest. Was that her last tie to them? They’re slipping out of her grip, gone. Is that what she felt like to them too? A ghost.

That old shirt made it through a lot and two weeks after she came home she brought it back to him. The worn fabric clutched in both her hands.

“I can give you another if you’d like.”

He gave her three more and, as it turns out, he has so many. It’s a problem. After so many washes the fabric is too thin or Jack stained it with some food or dirt or any number of things.

Now she has an obscene amount and, if she leaves them long enough, they make the back of her closet smell like Hotch. So, despite how ridiculous it must make her, she sits in the back of her closet and buries her face in one of those old shirts.

Why can’t just one year go by with no life-or-death experiences?

“-- I heard David Bowe,” Garcia says to seemingly no one but he knows she’s speaking to him. Of course, she’d hold on when everyone else knows it’s time to give up. “Heroes,” she sighs, shaking her head. “I hope you can hear us, Hotch. Please come home.” Her thumb worries with the back of his hand, rubbing his knuckles. “I really miss you and--” her voice cracks.

That’s a stupid thing to say, she realizes. She saw him yesterday! They talked about the cafeteria running out of blueberry muffins and she’d apologized because she hadn’t thought to grab him one. But today she brought him one to the office. Thought it would make his Wednesday even better.

Guess not.

“It’s okay.” Morgan pulls her to his side, rubbing her back. He just looks at Hotch. Bruised up and down, exposed to them from the waist up. Morgan could fill in what he assumed Hotch’s scars looked like but now he knows. He doesn’t even know what to say.

Garcia presses a kiss to his forehead, a hot tear sliding down her face as she regards him for one more moment. A bitter smile twisted onto his lips as she spots his elusive white eyelash. Emily hates that thing. “I love you, Hotch.”

Morgan… takes his hand. Rubbing his thumb up Hotch’s knuckles. “Don’t leave,” he whispers, glancing at Garcia. Glad that she at least pretends not to hear. “I don’t want your job, Aaron. I don’t want to learn it. I don’t want the fucking paperwork or the--” his cracks and he pulls in a shuddering breath. Laughing at the tears that sting his eyes. “I won’t do it, do you hear me? So… come back, okay? Get better because you have to.”

There aren’t any other options.

Despite the childhood he endured, Aaron has only ever met one caseworker. He did go to college with a few who would eventually get there but, for the most part, he stayed the hell away from everyone in the psych department. The very last thing he needed was getting near those trigger-happy morons less he walks away slapped with a new label. And with them, it’s impossible to tell what that might be.

He does know one thing-- if profilers ride the line then caseworkers are like g-strings right up the asscrack. No offense, both annoy him. He works with profilers, they’re the worst. Most days he wavers into hating those bastards. Caseworkers… another example of people whose entire job it is to get into people’s lives and see the dirty stuff.

His entire life, all he’s learned to do is hide the dirty stuff.

It’s hard to be exposed.

So, maybe he should have befriended a caseworker or two. All that dirt, all that shit piles up until it’s hard to tell any of it apart. He can’t tell if he’s even real anymore-- sometimes he spends so much time trying to be normal that he can’t remember how to be Aaron. Old favorites feel like nothing. Books with words that once held him together at the broken, singed pieces of himself now are numb. Meaningless.

Just like him.

Leaving behind him, in his nothingness. Covered in scars and ugly.

Ruined.

“Agent Hotchner! I need you to calm down.”

Those fucking lights. He hates fluorescent lightbulbs.

“We have a machine breathing for you,” the doctor explains calmly. He flashes a penlight in both of his patient’s eyes. “Your lungs are healing. We’re going to put you back under, okay? Your team, Agent Rossi, is right outside. Your son Jack is safe. Get some rest Agent Hotchner, you’ve got a hard night ahead of you.”

Fuck. He’d just wanted them to turn the lights off. His vision hazes over and he fights once more against the obstruction in his throat before the world sinks into the inky black once again.

[patrick-hockstutter]

Modern!Bowers Gang:

Patrick:

Really into cinematography and photography of the unsettling

Never captions his Instagram posts

Goes live on Instagram a lot, even though people really wished he wouldn’t

Makes art out of dead animals or animal bones he finds

Think Banksy, but with roadkill

He’ll take some (somehow) tasteful photos of them, post them, then leave the scene there for some unexpecting bystander to find

Has a nosering (fight me)

Never uses incognito mode

If someone happens to stumble upon his search history, he’s not paying their therapy bill

He likes reading smut more than he likes watching porn

A ps4 guy

Loves spooky games like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Until Dawn and Death Stranding

He’s not really into school, but he surprisingly reads a lot when he’s alone in his room

Only about things he likes though

Abnormal psych, criminal psych, and sometimes some zoology (u kno y)

Watches serial killer documentaries like he’s paid to

Listens to grunge, nu metal, and 80s alt

Won’t admit it, but sometimes listens to Joji

He’s not super into emo music, but he’s the only one who will listen to it with Victor (he fckn vibes to Brand New)

Ironically uses a Zune

Has an Android but lowkey wishes he had an iPhone

Doesn’t have a computer, just jailbreaks/hacks the school issued laptop

Has a black line tattooed around some of his fingers, one of his wrists, and the shell of his ear

Has a foot tattoo

Has a fucking Juul

Watches LeafyIsHere on YouTube (tell me I’m wrong)

Spends too much time on Reddit

Wears flannels, skinny jeans, and Vans (a beanie if he’s cold)

Mostly cycles through the same three or four outfits

Wears the same pair of Vans every single day

Victor:

Big into aromatherapy

He uses lavender soaps and has an essential oil diffuser in his room

Uses incognito mode to watch Vampire Diaries

A Nintendo ass b i t c h

He has the gray Switch Lite

He brings his Switch with him everywhere (yes he’s that guy)

But what else are you gonna do when you wanna ignore Patrick?

Watches conspiracy theories about ghosts, cryptids, and aliens

Also big into podcasts (mostly true crime and conspiracy ones)

He listens to them on his headphones while he takes walks or draws

Posts his drawings on Tumblr

Does art streams on Twitch when he gets really bored

Has an eyebrow piercing (but it’s a small stud one, not a ring)

Has little tattoos on his hands

Wears bomber jackets, skinny jeans, joggers, army jackets, converse, and combat boots

The boy has style okay

Had an emo phase but still listens to the music (especially Tiny Moving Parts)

The emo phase was pretty short because Henry made fun of him so much

He just fucking liked MCR and Taking Back Sunday a lot, okay?

And Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens, but he doesn’t readily admit that

Now mostly listens to new wave, synth pop, and lofi hiphop

His favorite bands are Drab Majesty and Choir Boy (look up their new album btw)

Has a black iPhone and a space gray MacBook Pro

Uses Apple Music

Vapes, but only fruity flavors

Watches BoJack Horseman

Doesn’t really eat fast food but never passes up an M&M McFlurry

Paints his (and Patrick’s) nails black

One time Patrick caught him doing a facemask, so Patrick put one on and started chasing him around screaming as a joke

Cue: hmm… this feels kinda good tho

So now Victor and Patrick have secret mini spa days

Drives a Subaru

Belch:

Makes Spotify playlists like he’s paid to

He’s just really good at putting songs together

He tried to get into music theory, but he wasn’t one for actually making his own songs

Really into metal (obvi) but also likes some classic rock and punk stuff

Has records hung up side by side all around his room where the wall meets the ceiling

Still buys CDs

His Instagram feed is full of vintage cars and custom import cars

Fast and Furious is his favorite movie series

His favorite shows are Sons of Anarchy and The Walking Dead

But he also loves early 2000s comedies

Has a mini projector to watch movies on his room wall

Wears band tees, flannels, jean jackets, Carhartt stuff, d a d  h a t s

Really wants a tattoo but always gets nervous

Uses incognito mode to watch porn and buy some of his band tees from Hot Topic

Only one in the gang that uses Facebook (Mama Huggins made him so he could keep in contact with family)

Follows a few meme pages but also some cooking ones so he can send his mom any cool recipes he finds

Victor lowkey makes fun of him for actually using the Facebook page

Invests money in really good headphones and car speakers

Has a black iPhone

It’s always at 20% battery cause it’s always connected to his headphones, Bluetooth speaker, or car stereo

Him and Victor FaceTime when they’re bored

Sometimes they won’t even say much, they just like the over the phone company

Doesn’t smoke, but sometimes hits Vic’s vape

A social vaper if you will

Watches Idubbbz and Filthy Frank on YouTube

His favorite fast food place is Wendy’s

Not really into video games but fucking slays at Guitar Hero

And when Rock Band came out nobody saw him for like two weeks

Has a black Hydroflask with band stickers on it

Henry:

He plays a lot of Xbox

Mostly Halo, COD, Destiny, any first-person shooter really

Baits people on Xbox Live cause he thinks it’s hilarious

He’s also a fucking cyberbully but we all expected that

Has Victor’s old iPhone

Never fucking charges it

He’ll text you back in 3-5 business days (if at all)

And if you try to call him he’ll block your number

Plays iMessage games like cup pong and 8 ball with Belch

The only social media he uses is Snapchat and Tinder to look at girls

In one of his Tinder photos he’s holding a fish (srrynotsrry)

Doesn’t really listen to too much music

He doesn’t dislike music, just usually prefers to do things in silence

His mind is chaotic enough, he doesn’t need background noise

But he will listen to Cigarettes After Sex and TV Girl on a really low volume when he goes to sleep

Uses incognito mode to pick and choose random soft or angsty songs that he likes to put into a bedtime playlist

Otherwise just listens to whatever Belch listens to

Has a tattoo on his wrist

Takes a lot of drives into the countryside/national forests/mountains with Belch

Takes a lot of scenery photos, but never posts them anywhere or shows anyone except Victor

Still smokes cigarettes (he thinks vaping is douchey)

Watches South Park and American Dad

If he’s willing to spend money to go see a movie, he’s going to an IMAX theater

Sometimes he likes 3D, but most of the time it just hurts his eyes after a while

Longboards everywhere

Needs prescription glasses but refuses to wear them

They’re mostly for reading, which he doesn’t do anyway

But he does listen to audiobooks sometimes

Likes Frappuccinos but will kill you before you find out

He orders them through Uber Eats under a fake name so nobody will find out

BONUS: all four!

Victor still has his childhood GameCube that they play Mario Party, Mario Kart, and Melee on

Henry is banned from playing Mario Party after breaking a controller while beating Patrick with it

Patrick only ever picks Waluigi in Mario Kart and everyone is sick of it

When they play Rock Band Patrick is on bass, Henry plays guitar, Belch absolutely slays the drums, and Vicky boy sings his lil heart out

One night a week they order a shit ton of Dominos and make a drinking game out of watching Vine compilations

Victor does everyone’s birth charts

They collectively made a fake Tinder account on Patrick’s phone and catfish guys with it

They all try to one up each other doing vape tricks yikes

They buy bags of chips and candy from Costco and lounge around eating them on weekends

They’re banned from the city metro busses because Belch’s car was in the shop for a week and that week was hell for every bus driver in the city