#i have mocks tomorrow dammit ;>;

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki Preparing for the Proposal:

*if you want to read the Part 1 you can click here

“Can you for once just do what I ask you without questioning everything Pinky? I’m offering a spa day full paid and you’re acting like I’m holding you at gunpoint!” I said exasperated.

Ive been on the phone for 10 minutes for what should have been a 2 minute phone called. I’d called and told Mina that i would pay for y/n and her to have a spa day. Massages, nails, hair, the works. What i didn’t expect is for the this woman to put up a fight about it.

“ I’m just trying to make sure a villain hasn’t taken over your body and is impersonating you! But fine, twist my arm. I’ll take your card AND your girlfriend and go do some damage on your dime. I’m tired of going back and forth. What time should I be there to get her?” She asked cheerily now that she’d accepted to “gift” being offered to her.

“Around 11 in the morning. You guys can go get lunch or something. And again I say, big mouth, do not tell her that I’m apart of this. Do you understand?” I said in the most threatening tone possible.

“Sir yes sir.” She mocked at me. “I’ll text her to set up it up now. Oh and I hope whatever you’re planning goes accordingly to plan, Mr. Inconspicuous.”

The gurgle that came out of that my mouth had Mina laughing on the other end of the phone.

“Shut up idiot. I’m not planning anything. Bye!” And i quickly hung up the call.

Dammit. She’d better not know anything. Eijirou better not have run his mouth and Pinky sure as hell better not run her mouth. Putting faith in any of my shitty friends to keep a secret was like trying to sweep sand at the beach… hopeless.

I had no other way to guarantee that y/n would stay away from the house long enough for me to get everything set up.

I’d gone into my office and locked the door to call Mina just to make sure she didn’t overhear anything.

When I finally made it back to the bedroom, she was in bed on her phone and didn’t LOOK like she suspected anything so that’s as good as I could hope for right now.

“Mina just randomly texted me and said she wants to go to the spa tomorrow. Isn’t that weird? It’s 8 o’clock at night and I just saw her earlier and she didn’t mention anything about it.”

“Mina’s weird all the fucking time anyway so no more than usual I guess. You should go though…. I mean you’ve been saying that works been stressing you or whatever.” I know I’m a shit liar, but this insane technically lying, so I’m hoping she buys it.

Ever since I’d decided to propose to her, everything I say sounds like something rehearsed or scripted and it’s putting me on edge. I’m either gonna give this woman this ring or have a goddamn heart attack trying.

“Hmmmm, you’re right. She said she’s going to cover it so why not.” She texts back and then sets down her phone on the nightstand score she turns to me. “I have the best friends in the world, don’t I?”

“Yea… just fucking terrific” I said frowning

“Katsuki, baby, don’t be jealous. I’ll tell Eiji to get you guys a spa day for your birthday. It’ll be a cute little outing.” she says all cheeky.

“No way in hell. I’ve gotten massages with E before and that bastard groans and moans while he’s getting his. I’ll be damned if I suffer through that again.” That makes her giggle but I’m being completely serious.

She does that a lot, finds humor in my honesty. One of the reasons I can’t wait to marry her. She’s one the few that I can be myself with and never feel like I’m saying the wrong thing or being the wrong me…. Fuck.

“Hey, where are you right now? You’re looking at me but you are not in the same space?” And I feel her warm hand press up against my cheek.

“Nowhere, just thinking. I’m tired, long day. You ready to go to sleep?”

“Mhmm.” She leans and presses 3 quick kisses to my lips before she turns to turn off the lamp next to the bed.

The time she snuggles down into the sheets my arm is wrapping around her and pulling her back flush against my front.

“Goodnight princess”

“Night Kat-daddy”

The last thought before I drift to sleep is that hopefully by tomorrow night I’ll be sleeping next to my fiance instead of my girlfriend.

*ok, so I don’t like writing super long fics soooo this is going to end up being part 2 of 3 or 4. I haven’t decided. But I feel like all this filler is super cute and important because Katsuki is actually such a simp and such a nerd underneath all that attitude and I wanted to showcase that soooo please don’t be mad that this isn’t the actual proposal🥺

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[tinyraptorhands]

Logan awoke that balmy summer night to the sounds of a hammer on iron, and the smelting furnace being turned on in the workshop adjacent to his and his wife's lovely home. He sat up, running a hand over his tired eyes.

"Peach, have mercy..." he mumbled, his sandrock drawl thick with sleep. "Not again..."

He threw the covers off his body, swinging his feet over the bed and onto the cool wood floor. He threw on some pants and some old boots, not even lacing them up as he scratched his stubble, walking down the stairs to the front door.

He walked outside, eyes roamed over to the larger shed, where he saw the lights on. "Dammit, woman..." he huffed, walking over.

He leaned on the doorframe, arms folded. There you were- his wife, Sandrock's best builder this side of the Eufala, 8 months pregnant and building a large steel frame for a commission.

At 2 am.

"Darlin'." He called out, rubbing his jaw. You didn't notice him as you welded the steel frame, soldering the metal together. The torch roared as you worked expertly. "...Darlin'!!" He called again.

You turned, looking ridiculous-your hair a birds nest, barely held back with a drafting pencil stuck in it, face covered in a welders mask. Your nightgown was now smudged with oil from one of the recycling machines, and on your feet were one of his boots, too big on you. Your arm length gloves looked too big on you as well, and it just made you look more ridiculous. "Uh?" You made a noise of acknowledgement, or rather, confusion.

"...What the hell're ya doing out here??" Logan deadpanned. You took off your welding mask, and you were smiling dumbly.

"Finishing this commission! I couldn't wait till morning once I remembered that I actually *did* have enough steel to-"

Logan interrupted you, "Darlin', honey, love of my life-it is two AM. You are 8 months pregnant and you are literally playing with fire!" He said, exasperated. You blinked.

"...I mean, I wouldn't consider this *playing*-"

"Not-not my point!" He huffed, "you need all the rest you can get! I thought we agreed you were gonna go on maternity leave for a spell, not...doing this!" He gestured to the large frame, studs still glowing hot from your welding.

You whined. "But it's so BORING! And baby woke me up anyways! So I snuck a commission in! And it's not that bad anyways, not a huge project at all-"

"That is a *huge* frame!! How are you gonna-" He let out an exasperated noise. "...Okay. Level with me here, master Builder. This. This is the *last* project. And when it's done, you are gonna have me and a few men get this outta here, and you are gonna sit that pretty behind down, and continue baking our baby. You get me?"

You pursed your lips. "...I mean, can we tweak our rules here-"

"No. Or I get Dr. Fang to babysit you."

"Damn!" You cussed, sucking your teeth. The doctor may look weak, but he also knew how to make you feel guilty for neglecting your health. (You wouldn't forget the time you passed out in the desert only to see his dissapointed face hovering over you the next day.) You hated making people disappointed. "Ffffiiiiinneee!" You whined dramatically, throwing your arms up in defeat.

"And you're coming inside, finish this tomorrow. You look a sight." He added.

"But I'm on a roll!!" You continued to pout, but didn't fight as he took your gloves off and welding mask off your head, setting then on your work table.

"Two. AM." He repeated. You groused, mocking him under your breath as he scooped you up-bridal style. He just chuckled as he walked out with you in his arms. You reached over him, shutting the light off, still pouting.

"You know I love you, my crazy builder?" He smirked down at you, using his hip to close the workshop door. You rolled your eyes, and smiled fondly.

"Yes, yes. And I love you too, my handsome yakboy." You sighed, leaning your head against his chest.

"Hey, now. That's daddy yakboy, to you." He teased back.

...

"...Actually, that was a bit weird to say, let's stick with the handsome yakboy thing." He said, rethinking it. You nodded.

"Yeah, lets." You deadpanned.

((I just imagine female builder being an absolute gremlin workaholic, even while heavily pregnant and Logan, being the best husband ever, just being like..."ma'am, I adore you but please, stop it." And builder is like, "lol no." ))

[starkraivennemad]

Things Were Beginning To Change

“Oh, dear me. He should not sit, foot crossed, where his complete lack of basic maintenance is displayed for town and sundry to gawk upon. It’s a nearly £1500 pair of imperial whole-cut Oxfords, for heaven’s sake!” Mycroft Holmes gave a quiet but dejected sigh from his depths.

Gregory Lestrade glanced in the general direction of Mycroft’s line of view, spied the footwear offense in question, and tutted, “his sole is practically as threadbare as his mind, I’d imagine, and none to train him not to wear such with… denim.”

“Exactly!” Mycroft appreciated the validation until he caught Gregory’s little mischievous smile. “You mock me.”

“Just a tad,” Gregory admitted, his warm eyes gleaming. “You’re a strange man, Mycroft.”

“Am I, now?” Mycroft gave him an icy glare.

“Just a tad,” Gregory repeated, completely unfazed. “So, what if you’re strange? You’re still fun to have around.”

“Fun?” Mycroft nearly choked.

“I know, who’d’ve thunk it?” Gregory’s warm dark eyes twinkled in mirth until his phone buzzed, “Dammit, we’re barely done with appetizers! One moment…”

Though it irked him how the D.I. remained patently immune to his glare, Mycroft was secretly pleased that Gregory felt comfortable enough to tease playfully. The Gregory Mycroft knew a few years ago certainly would not have done so. 

To be fair, the man Mycroft Gregory knew a few years ago would not have let him.

As Gregory took the call from work, Mycroft contemplated what had changed.

Nothing had changed.

Yet, as Gregory’s playful mood faded to seriousness as he slipped into officer mode and began to take notes, Mycroft realized that was not entirely true anymore. Mycroft believed he was at the zenith of where his thoughts would take him concerning Detective Inspector Lestrade: a patient soul -he had to be to put up with Sherlock, an earnest man, a good cop. Nothing more.

Some part of him understood he was wrong; a transformation was happening, not just with Gregory but also with himself.

Nothing had changed, but things were beginning to...

“Apologies…” Gregory rang out.

“Duty calls.” Mycroft signaled their server for the check.

It was not the first time one, or the other’s man, job interrupted dinner. It would not be the last.

It was the first time it was evident neither were happy about it.

“I’m afraid so,” Gregory’s smile was rueful as he rose. “See you next month – if our schedules allow?”

“If our schedules allow…” Mycroft agreed enigmatically. “Or…”

“Or…?” Gregory raised a curious brow.

“We can try again tomorrow – if our schedules allow?”

Mycroft was not prepared to think about how he felt seeing the happiness that flashed across Gregory’s face at the offer before he schooled it.

“If our schedules allow…” Gregory echoed with a curt nod and reluctantly walked away.

As Mycroft watched Gregory maneuver his way to the exit, he realized he might have taken the first steps on what could be a long road traveled with the man.

Zenith? It was only just beginning. 

He was not sure if he liked it, but Mycroft knew he did not NOT like it.

Nothing had changed, but things were beginning to...

And that changed everything.

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[yell0wsalt]

Fic: Who the hell is that?

Relationship: Jayce Talis/Mel Medarda

Rating: G

Synopsis: The audacity of Jayce's gym crush to come rolling in with someone. Honestly.

word count: 716

“Come on, Jayce, you got it! One more! Up, up, up!”

While fire blazed through his arms and chest, Jayce braced himself and grit his teeth grinding out the last rep. 

“Alright!”

The barbell met the rack with a resounding clack and Jayce sagged on the bench limp. Shaking his arms loose, Jayce wordlessly looked up at his spotter past the barbell. A hand floated to the side of his face for a double tap on his earbuds, silencing the music blasting. All the tension in his muscles once needed in his set recentered in the space between his brows as a fierce scowl. 

Instead his spotter met him with a slanted grin and a fist hanging over his head. “Great set, man.”

Jayce rolled his eyes before reluctantly returning the fist bump. “What the hell, Iroh. Just about killed me with that one.” 

“If you still have the energy to talk, you’re fine.” He flashed a sparkling smile while the two of them started to put the weights away.

“Leave the badges at home next time,” Jayce muttered under his breath before starting his music back up.

“I heard that, soldier,” Iroh joked. “For that, we’re doing double on leg day tomorrow.”

Any foreboding of what would come of his limbs and stomach’s capacity to handle his meals the next day was eclipsed by what caught the interest of his periphery.

It had been a while since Jayce has seen Mel. About a few weeks. He was wondering if she was sick, switched gym schedules, or worse, changed gyms out of the blue. His chest swelled warmly knowing that wasn’t the case. She looked well. Breathtaking, matter-of-factly. To be so captivating in the gym of all places stunned Jayce. The radiant stillness he was entangled in not a second later turned to stone cold ice. 

Who the hell was that guy next to her?! 

Jayce could sense Iroh mocking him all the way to Sunday, but he couldn’t bother to care. That wasn’t new whenever Mel would come in the same time they did. It also held little water knowing how he and his wife eventually got together. In any case, to finally see Mel come in after weeks of not showing up with some random dude. 

Oh, the stakes got raised. 

Now the problem— one of the problems—Jayce quickly realized was the lack of intel. He knew well enough he couldn’t go up to her asking about the dude. Their first conversation should— under no circumstances— be oriented about his potential competition. He had to carefully plot out his next move. Being nonchalant was top priority. 

Watching her and the guy come into the gym out of his periphery, Jayce took a minute to size him up. 

The man was tall. Okay. Fine.  But so was he. Him being a about half a head taller than Jayce brought extra tension in his jaw and fingers curled to tight fists. 

At least his work in the weights section had been paying off. Unless the lean basketball player type was something Mel was more attracted to. Shit.

And his beard? Dammit. It was full and he looked like he took good care of it. Jayce typically kept a clean face, but he knew he was capable of pulling off a beard. Perhaps he’d take a closer look in the mirror when he got home.

What a perfect coincidence the warmup and stretching area was right by the next piece of equipment he was planning on using. The music in his ears stilled, letting him pick up on any body cues and general vibes Mel and the guy were giving off.

A couple minutes later, Jayce let the tension curling in his chest unwind for a small smile and shake of his head. 

This guy would be no match. He could feel it. Jayce knew he could do a better job at making her laugh. Not the small polite laughs with a forced smile. He could vividly imagine Mel’s laugh to be capable of relieving grey clouds and a smile rivaling the sun’s radiance. So addictive Jayce would stop at nothing to help her feel all the bright things. 

The guy with her right now would not be it. Maybe last two workouts together. Three, tops. 

[maggplays]

Obsidian (Frogs of Fall part 2)

Here is the second (actual) installment of Frogs of Fall, read the first part of the story in this post, the full story on AO3.

Sebastian is late for his meetup with Raven, she eventually loses patience and goes in search of her tardy boyfriend.

Sebastian/fem farmer (Raven OC) Below the fold: mild language, monster knife fight Full story: NSFW: mild language, monster knife fight, smut Quick read, just over 2400 words Read on AO3 here: Part 2: Obsidian Part 1: Frogs of Fall

Obsidian

Tick-tap-tick-tap-tick-tap… the clock mocks me from the wall, counting away the seconds, as I impatiently tap my fingers. Sigh. It’s 10:07. He's not coming. I grab my phone, starting a text for the fourth time, then discarding it. If he doesn’t want to come, I shouldn’t push it. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. But what if… Marlon’s parting words when he stopped me outside the mine prick at the back of my mind. “Watch your back out there, guild members have reported an unusual number of nuisance monsters near town.” I’ll visit Raz tomorrow and ask what he knows. I smile to myself, he hates when I call him that. Disrespectful, I believe he said. Really his name is too long. I just don’t have time for it. 

Screw it. Better to move than sit here wondering. I scribble a hasty note for my boyfriend, Sebastian, in case he does come by before I get back and head for the door, leaning back mid-way through to snatch my dagger off the wall. My feet carry me towards the well worn trail leading to the carpenter’s shop as I flip the dagger hand to hand, watching the obsidian blade catch the moonlight. It’s a beautiful knife, Seb’s gift for my last birthday, he carved it himself and honed the edge to razor sharpness. The handle fits my hand perfectly, the balance true. 

Nothing seems unusual, the night chorus of frogs and insects soothes my ears, a gentle evening breeze lifting my hair. I probably should have grabbed my jacket, the air is decidedly crisp, leaves fluttering down from the trees. I pass my Nexus, choosing to walk the path. If Seb was coming, it would be this way. A light shimmer dances over my skin as I pass the barrier surrounding my farm. Instantly the pleasant night sounds cease and I pause… this isn’t right. Something brushes past my ear… shit… cave bat. I freeze in place, closing my eyes and focusing on the air around me. Still, nearly stagnant. There it is, a slight vibration. I hold my dagger in a edge-up grip… wait… wait… flicking the dagger upwards, I drop to a crouch in one fluid motion, feeling slight resistance as the knife finds its mark… then the soft thud of a bat near my feet. 

“Ugh!! Get off me you disgusting… shit!!” A voice from further down the track, followed by sounds of shuffling feet and the squish of slimes.

Seb? Before I can think I race down the path, dodging branches and avoiding tree roots by memory and a sense for the green. I pull up sharply, taking in the scene before me. Seb’s shadowy form, crouched and holding a long branch like a staff, keeping a trio of voracious slimes at bay, two dead at his feet. The others bouncing and dodging in a dizzying frenzy, determined to reach the warm, energy-filled body behind the swinging branch. Armed with only a dagger, this will not be easy, I’ll have to get close. No time for strategy, I leap ahead, appearing from the shadows like a spirit, skidding into a spinning slash, dispatching the first slime and disorienting the other two. “Raven, go left!” I duck and roll to the side, keeping my arms tight to my body to avoid any contact with the slimes or other hazards. 

Seb swings his makeshift staff, I feel the displaced air as it flies inches above my head and hear the thud of impact. The startled slime squeaks at the blow, bouncing directly towards me as a quick thrust of my dagger sends it on to the next life. One more. “Dammit! Get off you freakin’-“ Shit, I forgot Seb can’t see in the dark like I can. The slime is behind him, just out of his view. “Seb, down!” He drops and I leap over him, touching his back to orient my body, descending on the final slime from above, making quick work of it at the edge of my blade. Seb spins towards me, grabbing my arm. “Raven, are you-,” I press my fingers to his lips, closing my eyes and listening… reaching out into the night, searching for any sign of unusual movement. Seconds tick past, nothing. I suck in a shaky breath and drop my hand, turning my attention to Seb. He’s panting slightly, eyes wide, adrenaline pumping, causing his hands to twitch. 

“They’re gone, let’s go,” I unceremoniously clasp his hand, pulling him towards the farm and safety. He pauses to snatch a gym bag and follows, right on my heels. As we approach the Nexus, I glance back at Seb. His hoodie disheveled, but undamaged, his pants… coated in slime. “Seb, take off your pants.”

“Wh-what? Now? Yeah they’re nasty but…” 

“I’m serious, you have to get rid of them, that coating of slime will attract more monsters and those jeans are not crossing the barrier here. If slimes start popping up on the farm, it’ll take me weeks to get rid of them. Besides, that crud doesn’t come off. You can scrub those jeans as much as you want, they’ll never get clean. Believe me, speaking from experience.” I take a breath and touch Seb’s cheek. “Please, trust me. Do you have clothes in your bag?”

He nods. “Well… yeah, but… these jeans were clean this morning, I was planning to wear them again tomorrow. The only pants I brought are… those ones. You know.” His mouth twitches and I can’t help but chuckle.

“You mean you only brought your frog pajamas? Heh! Well, it’s not far, nobody is going to see you. Quick, get those nasty things off and throw them over the fence there, I’ll grab them tomorrow and add them to the burn pile.” Seb quickly turns away, pulling off the slime-coated jeans, careful to avoid getting the stinking goo on his hands. He tosses them away, and I can’t help but watch him in his hoodie and boxers. He pulls on the frog pants, they’re very thin and worn, wildly inappropriate for a cold night in the woods.

“Okay, c’mon, I’m freezing here!” I grin and take his hand, stepping through the barrier and striding quickly towards the house. 

I push open the front door and we step inside, Seb visibly relieved to be in the relative safety of the cabin walls. “Damn. Raven, you showed up just in time, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t…” his voice fades away, and he looks down at the floor. 

“You took out two of those things before I even got there, but I’m glad I came to find you. Wait here, first things first.” I grab a first aid kit from the shelf by the door. “Inspection time. Even if you’re not badly injured, a small abrasion can get infected if slime touches it.” I unzip his hoodie, pulling it off, checking his arms for any scrapes or scratches. All clear. I lift up the back of his shirt, one small abrasion on his lower back. Seb hisses and I wince in sympathy as I gently spread the disinfecting ointment on the scrape. It’s not bad, barely bleeding, but with slimes you don’t take chances. “Sorry, almost done… okay. That’s it.” I quickly check over the rest of him, pulling up his loose pant legs, smiling at the cute little frogs scampering around the fabric. It would have been tragic if they’d gotten slimed. 

Seb’s breathing has calmed, he seems to have recovered from the ordeal. “Hey Raven, I made it to your house, it’s not midnight yet so I’m not too late.” He chuckles, standing to pull me into his arms. I sigh and hold him close. I blew off Seb’s concerns about the slimes, but he was right. That could have gone tragically wrong.

Read the remainder (smut) on AO3: Obsidian

Part 1: Frogs of Fall

[angiechia]

Can I go?

(a 12 year old John and 22 year old Arthur short story)

Arthur goes hunting, John wants to go too

I realized a love writing this young John and young Arthur stories ^^ I've been having some rough days and this truly gaves me the serotonin im lacking lol

Again NO SHIP INTENDED please this is a kid and an adult😭 i just love their brotherhood so much

☆☆☆

Hosea placed the book back in front of the boy after he had thrown it to the ground in frustration.

"I don't want to! I don't know how!" John turned his gaze away from the book, resting his head on the table.

"Son, this isn’t like years ago. Nowadays, you can't go around not knowing how to read; it's necessary if you want to be somebody later on," Hosea explained patiently, though his voice carried a hint of annoyance.

"I don't want to be somebody! Don't you guys rob and kill? If I'd known this was a damn school, I would've run away from you two!"

"Then right now you'd be hanging by your neck like a Christmas ornament. Now sit your butt in that chair and read these letters!" Hosea quickly responded, managing to get a groan out of John as he reluctantly picked up the book. "Now, what does it say there?"

"...I don't know."

"Yes, you do, because you did it before. What letters are these?"

"...T...H...E?"

"Good, and what word does that make?"

"...The..."

"Exactly, John. See? You can do it. Now, the next letters."

"H...o...r...s...e," he pronounced the letters slowly.

"That's right, these letters make a longer word. What is it?"

"Uhm... House?"

A wheeze was heard behind them, and John quickly turned to see who it was. He frowned when he saw it was Arthur mocking him.

"The kid's dumber than a rock," Arthur said mockingly as he walked up behind them.

"I am not, you jerk!" John quickly slammed the book on the table, causing Hosea to let out an exasperated sigh—he had been so close.

"Arthur, don't make fun. You were as slow as a turtle when it came to reading a three-word sentence," the older man said, and Arthur made an annoyed face.

"HA!" John taunted, pointing at Arthur with his finger.

"Whatever," Arthur said, dismissing them as he started walking toward the horses. "I'm going hunting."

Something sparked in John's eyes as he quickly lifted his head when he heard the word "hunting." He watched Arthur leave.

"I'll read the sentence tomorrow!" he quickly told Hosea as he hopped down from his seat. "Not just the sentence, the whole page, please!" he begged to end today’s ‘class.’

Hosea sighed. "Alright, I reckon—"

"Thanks!" John shouted as he ran toward the stables.

He arrived just in time as Arthur was leading Boadicea out, walking alongside her. When the blue-eyed man saw the boy standing there expectantly, he only gave him an annoyed look and ignored him, continuing to walk.

John thought Arthur would ask what he was doing, but receiving only silence, he ran to catch up and walked beside him.

"Can I go?" the boy asked.

"No," Arthur replied curtly.

"Please! I want to go, I want to see what hunting is like!"

"No," Arthur repeated as he mounted Boadicea. The act surprised John, and before the tall, ill-tempered man could even think of leaving, John stood in front of the horse, stretching both arms out to the sides to block the way. "What in the hell are you doing, Marston?!" Arthur shouted angrily.

"Take me hunting with you, dammit!"

Arthur tried to steer the stubborn horse around the boy, but wherever he directed her, John quickly stepped in front again.

"Damn it, let me go! We need to eat!"

"If I go, we can hunt more!"

"You wouldn’t even hit a cow in a corral with a rifle. Now get out of here!"

"Arthur!" John cried out in desperation, making the mare nervous as she pinned her ears back. Arthur finally had enough of the brat.

"Damn it, John, get on!" John instantly lit up with excitement and let out a laugh.

He quickly ran to the side of the horse, and Arthur had lifted his foot from the stirrup for the boy to use it to climb up. John tried, but it was too high for him. He grunted and sighed in frustration, falling silent for a few seconds.

"Help me?"

"For heaven’s sake, come on!" Arthur grumbled as he reached down to pull John up. As soon as he was seated, Arthur took off at a trot, faster than John had expected.

"In the orphanage, there was a boy. I think his name was Bruce..." John started talking, and Arthur immediately let out an annoyed sigh, realizing the quiet ride he hoped for wasn’t going to happen. "Or was it Matthew?... No, no... Bruce. Yeah, it was Bruce because Matthew never rode a horse."

"Just get on with the damn story," Arthur urged.

"Well, he once told me that his pa was a farmer, and he bred racehorses, like, horses specifically for racing. And I asked him which horse was the fastest, and he said it was the Arabians. Is this one?"

"No, Arabians are too expensive," Arthur replied curtly.

"Oh... so what breed is this?"

"Hungarian Half-bred," again, Arthur answered in a dry and rough tone.

"Oh... and it’s a girl, right?"

"You see any balls?"

Despite Arthur's sharp response, John laughed immaturely at the comment. "No." He stopped laughing and paused before continuing. "Bruce once told me that boy horses—"

"Stallions," Arthur interrupted, as if superior for knowing horse terminology.

"Yeah, them. Is it true that in the cold their balls shrink?" The boy laughed again after saying that.

"I don’t know, John," Arthur replied. "Hey, what happened to that kid’s father?"

"Oh, he told me he found him dead. He got killed at the entrance of his ranch, by some men who, like, wanted to get revenge on him, I think."

"Jeez..." Arthur said, considering the possibility that the man might have been involved in something shady with the horse races. "And you? Why did you end up in an orphanage?" Arthur wasn’t known for his tact, often considered "heartless" by others in the gang.

"What’s it to you?" John snapped back.

"Damn, if you wanted to talk so much, I was just trying to make conversation."

"I don’t want to talk about it."

"Okay..." Arthur responded with neutrality.

When they reached the valley, they managed to hunt a deer. Arthur feared that bringing John along would scare off all the animals, but it seemed the boy knew when to keep his mouth shut when it mattered.

When they found the deer, John volunteered to carry it on his back, and even though it was clearly too heavy for him, he never gave up or told Arthur he couldn’t do it. Arthur respected that.

Now they were back on the horse, heading back to camp.

"So..." John started another conversation, "Next time we go hunting, I’ll bring a rifle, and—"

"That won’t happen. You don’t know how to use a gun yet."

"Yes, I do!... Well, sort of."

"See? I’m not risking getting shot by a kid."

"Then teach me!"

"No."

"I’ll tell Hosea to make you teach me."

"I still won’t do it."

"Arthuuuuur"

[onepiecereactions]

Marine academy chapter 5

Note: Marine Academy, chapter 5 on 28. Akainu X reader. Oc is called Murphy.

This chapter is SFW.

Marine Academy Part 1 Chapter 5

"Murphy, concentrate, dammit" Emma grumbled as she tried to place the needle on the mannequin with precision. The blonde, at her side, spent more time yawning than assisting her.

"Honestly, you're not helping. I'll tell that Sakazuki to stop keeping you awake" The brunette continued, a little louder. Some girls in the room turned to them, intrigued.

"Stop it Emma, ​​the girls are going to get the wrong idea !" Murphy begged, strangely wide awake this time. The brunette gave her a mocking smile.

"So, are you telling me about this evening or not at least?" Her friend questioned as she finished placing her needle and gave the instruments to Murphy.

"There's nothing extraordinary to tell. We just went to the cinema to watch a movie. It was important to me, because he had never been there. I think he enjoyed it. Well I guess... He's not really the type to smile and show his emotions... "Explained the blonde.

"Okay, but at some point, we're going to have to clear things up. You've been together for almost six months and still nothing has happened."Emma began.

"Because nothing is going to happen Emma, ​​we're just friends who enjoy each other's company." Murphy explained, skillfully performing the exercise under the astonished eyes of her friend.

"Yeah. I'm waiting to see how much he would enjoy your company if he found you naked in your bath." The brunette grumbled, her head resting in her hands on the table.

Murphy didn't have time to be offended before they were interrupted by their professor.

"That's pretty well done, ladies." The doctor began, examining the mannequin. "I've received your assignments for your first internship of the second year."

Murphy and Emma froze above the mannequin.

"Emma, ​​your application for pulmonology has been accepted, congratulations." The brunette jumped up and down, trying to keep herself from exploding with joy.

"Murphy, your application for trauma has also been accepted, congratulations. This is the first step for the emergencies room, I have high hopes for you." The professor finished before heading to another table.

The two friends looked at each other, a mixture of surprise and joy overwhelming them. Murphy had a hard time holding back tears of relief and happiness. These congratulations touched her deeply.

[...]

"Saka, Saka! I got it! Do you realize ? I got it!" The blonde said in a high-pitched voice, jumping up and down. The man had just come out of his training. Murphy had been waiting for him on the bench where they had been used to meeting after class for several months.

They never stayed very long, they both had exams to prepare for, but they enjoyed having dinner together in the calm and cool of the night.

He gave her a slight smile.

"Congratulations." He replied simply.

"But do you realize? The professor said she had high hopes for me to specialize in emergency ! I've been dreaming about it for years, Saka!"

She said, continuing to jump up and down next to him.

It had been weeks since he had thought about the nickname she had given him. He had understood long ago that when Murphy had an idea in her head, nothing could turn her away from it.

"And you? Tell me how it went?" The blonde asked, taking her sandwich out of her bag. She sat down next to him on the bench, getting closer to him. His devil fruit and natural warmth were a real pleasure in this freezing period.

"I'll embark tomorrow." The man simply said , biting into his apple.

"Tomorrow?" She asked, her gaze lost.

It was early. Very early. Too early. It was in a few hours in fact.

"Congratulations, I knew you would make it, I never doubted it." She confided.

Only the twenty best students of the soldier promotions could embark on a mission at the beginning of the second year. But Sakazuki was by far one of the strongest in his promotion. Most likely in the entire Academy.

The soldier didn't answer, but handed her a bottle of cold mango tea, her favorite. It was impossible to find it on the medical campus, but Sakazuki always managed to get her some. She had never figured out how.

"I'm going to be cold at night now. You'll have to lend me your jacket when I have dinner while you're gone." She ordered in a soft voice, her eyes filled with worries.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Dorcas thought she was hallucinating. It was the middle of the night. And Dorcas was tired of hours and hours of constant training. Her eyes stang with tiredness. Her body was heavy and sweaty. Dorcas just wanted to hit bed and don't be waken until tomorrow.

That was probably why when she saw Marlene McKinnon pacing the dark corridor that led to The Slytherin Common Room, she thought it was a hallucination. It was suspicious since Marlene was a Gryffindor, it was past carefew and she looked nervous glancing everywhere making sure she won't get caught.

It was a funny image to see. Dorcas was amused by the way Marlene paced and bit her lip and murmured something to herself. "Hurry up... Hurry up... Come on... Hurry up"

Dorcas found herself smiling. Then she stopped herself from doing it. If this was her imagination, she didn't want it to fade. She decided to take advantage of the situation instead. She approached and patted Marlene's shoulder, whispering with the best impression of Filch she could.

"Is this the time to be out of bed?"

It wasn't a good impression, but it worked to make Marlene jump and curse under her breath.

Dorcas had to laugh seeing Marlene's expression. And those rosy cheeks that made her look cute.

"Fucking hell! What the hell is wrong with you?" she slapped Dorcas's shoulder "You scared me!"

Dorcas answered with a smile "What are you doing here, McKinnon?"

Marlene immediately crossed her arms. Something she did to show nobody intimidated her.

"Well, I can ask you the same thing?"

Dorcas didn't know why she blushed "I was training. It's different because I had permission from my mum"

"Well I was training too!"

"You dance ballet?"

"Rugby" Marlene spat as if it was obvious.

"Down here in the Slytherin dungeons?" Dorcas crossed her arms as well. There was something exciting about this game they always played.

It was also exciting how Marlene blushed. She whispered a curse again.

"Fine! I am waiting for Mary"

"What is Macdonald doing?"

"Who is the question" Marlene leaned in in confidence. Dorcas didn't know what to do having her this close "She dragged me here because she has some secret lover. And she doesn't want to tell me who he is!" then Marlene blinked at her "I am not supposed to be telling you this"

"Is he a Slytherin?" Dorcas asked instead.

"I don't know! She doesn't tell me shit... And I am really worried because..."

Marlene stopped abruptly, listening to something.

"What.."

"Shsh"

Dorcas heard it too. Steps coming their way. And low voices. Before she had time to react, Marlene dragged her to hide behind a pillar.

It was that both of them were pressed against the wall. And Marlene was so close, Dorcas could hear her breathing and heartbeats.

"McKinnon..."

Marlene shushed her again until they heard the Slytherin prefects finishing their patrol and going back to their common room. Once they were gone, Marlene sighed in relief.

"That was close..."

Dorcas pushed her away, feeling how her cheeks were on fire, luckily they were under a poor light.

"God dammit. You're a savage, McKinnon" Dorcas said, rubbing the part of her arm where Marlene had grabbed her.

"Oh well, excuse me for saving your ass from detention!"

"I said I have permission!" Dorcas snapped "Slughorn gave me a pass" she took the paper out of her pocket, showing it to Marlene.

Marlene rolled her eyes. But she looked adoringly embarrassed.

"Well great then! I am never helping you again" Marlene snapped now, trying to look angry as she crossed her arms "Stupid cold princess"

"And I should report you" Dorcas couldn't avoid smiling as she mocked her "For being off bed after hours. And Macdonald as well"

"Oh!" Marlene snorted "So I hypothetically helped you just now. I hid us both. Suppose you didn't have a pass, ha? I was quick to hide us out. And you, you are so mean and vengative to report me? Such a snake you are!"

"And you are such a roaring lion" Dorcas laughed "Calm down, mud girl, I was just joking"

Marlene laughed louder "What? What did you call me?" she approached defiantly. God, she was so beautiful. Dorcas's heart started beating fast.

"Mud girl" Dorcas whispered now because Marlene was so close she couldn't breathe.

"Cold princess" Marlene replied. And for a second (maybe Dorcas was imagining it), she stared at her lips.

It was impossible having a crush on this girl while having to pretend to hate her. Maybe Dorcas wanted to kiss her and be done with it. But she was so freaking scared to do it.

"Marlene!..." Macdonald was suddenly around, whispering for her friend. "Marly!... Where are you?... Oh!"

Now, the Gryffindor girl had spotted their hiding place. And to both of their discomfort, she noticed how close they were, raising an eyebrow.

Both girls backed away from each other looking embarrassed.

"Meadowes" Mary spat.

"Macdonald" Dorcas used the same tone.

"We..." Mary scratched her head, now realizing she had been caught "We were not doing anything. Right, Marly? We got lost really"

"McKinnon already told me about you secret lover"

Mary went bright red. She gasped, looking at her friend "You told her?"

Marlene blinked, looking between her two companions. "What? Nooo... I..."

"Dating a Slytherin again, Macdonald?" Dorcas said now. It was ridiculous this rivalry her friends had with McKinnon's friends. But it was a routine they had for so many years. Dorcas fought out of habit really. "Didn't you have enough with my brother?"

"Your brother lacked a pair of balls" Mary answered, looking pissed. Then she groaned to the ceiling "I can't believe you told her, Marlene! You traitor!"

Mary stormed away, looking irritated.

"No! Mary, wait up!"

Marlene locked eyes with Dorcas, but mostly facing the mistake she had made. And then walked away after her friend. Dorcas heard them discuss in low voices.

"He wanted the least people to know and you go around telling? A slytherin?"

"I don't even know who he is. So that wanker's secret is safe."

"You know what her friends think of me!"

"I am sorry! I just don't like the fact that this asshole is hiding you away... It's not Mulciber again is it? Please tell me you're not that much if an idiot"

"It is not Mulciber! And I am not telling you anything else!"

Dorcas didn't know what force got into her as she followed those girls. She should just gone to her dorm and forget about it.

"I am not telling anyone" Dorcas said louder than she should have. But it was enough for the Gryffindors to turn and look at her. Dorcas tried not to blush.

"As long as it is not my brother, it is none of my business who you see these days" Dorcas added, talking to the floor.

Mary and Marlene looked between each other. Not quite believing Dorcas. And Dorcas didn't know why she was promising this. She wasn't even their friend.

Mary sighed "It's not that I don't want people to know but he..." she bit her lip "He needs to figure things out... And..." then she looked at Dorcas "Don't know why I explain things to you. I would appreciate if you don't tell this to your gossipy friends"

"They are not gossipy!" Dorcas snapped immediately, but then she sighed "But I won't tell"

Mary pursed her lips. Dorcas noticed now how she had been crying. Her eyes were puffed and red. Probably because of the boy she was seeing. Dorcas really hoped it wasn't Nick.

"Thanks." Mary murmured, then to her friend "Let's go, Marly. I don't want to get caught"

"You should have thought of that before doing this damn thing for a boy!" Marlene told her friend as she walked away. Then she sighed and locked eyes with Dorcas. There was a ghost of a complicity smile on her expression.

"Thank you" she mouthed and walked away, making Dorcas smiled to herself like a fool.

God, if her friends found out she was helping those Gryffindor girls. Or that she thought about McKinnon more than any boy she had met, they would think she had become mental.

Maybe Dorcas was a bit mental after all. With that thought she walked back to her Common Room.

[divineerdrick]

One Piece Live Blog: Episode 46

Alright! Time to get this going with the first real live blog! As I said, I'm already kind of aware of what's about to happen in this episode, as it cover the events of Oda's famous chapter pages. Still, this should be a fun little adventure to watch!

Hah! I like how they're actually showing that the Going Merry still only has a really light crew. Luffy's captain, but he's the one raising the anchor. Although, to be fair, Luffy might genuinely enjoy raising the anchor to set off.

"Hungry? I just fed you yesterday!" I don't think Sanji understands how much work he's signed up for XD

Happy Nami! Oh that's so heartwarming already!

And here's our transition to Buggy. I like how Luffy is so nonchalant about being sure he's killed him. This is what I mean about how Luffy is way more of a pirate in the original. And it's just so much more fun!

Oh! This is a fun way to pan the world! I wonder if the stops we're seeing are the actual islands the Straw Hats have visited since defeating Buggy.

Love the contrast between how villainous Buggy is and how cute he looks. I find it a little interesting they're playin We Are here though.\

Oh no! I remember that little bird! Here we go XD

Dammit! I can't help it! I can't help but think of DBZ Abridged Piccolo shouting at the moon, "Stop mocking me!"

And there's the bird's sibling witnessing things. This shall not stand! And here comes mama!

Whoah! Mama got skills!

This is great!

Team Rocket blasting off again!

And we all recognize that island! And there's the "Guardian" up to his old tricks. Hah! None of the animals know how to handle this. But I like how Buggy loves them all. Makes kinda sense considering his circus theming. I also love the backhanded compliments Buggy is throwing out in parody of the traditional Shonen prefight banter.

It's almost like the popcorn meme XD

Wait? Why'd that hurt? Was it just the weight of the chest on his feet?

And here's the bonding moment. "You're a pirate? I'm a pirate too!" XD

"I love you man~"

Buggy's just like, "Seriously? You'd give up on being a pirate again for these guys?"

And, of course we're doing the thing where they're both talking about Luffy and not realizing it's the same person.

Hah! All the animals are hung over! So much for protecting them. And we're getting a tearful farewell, except from the poor hung over creatures. "I forgot to warn you about the Monsters . . ." He's right there! Warn him now XD

And here we go! Here's the team up! She's looking really menacing too. Not sure she's planning on doing anything more than using Buggy.

Nami's apparently the ship's night owl.

Hermit crab no!

Why'd you end it like that? That's so mean! Poor hermit crab.

But yeah, I'm pretty sure that's Alvida. I'm curious what her adventure has been. We didn't get any preview there in the manga. She's feeling far more menacing and villainous than before. Her interactions with Buggy are feeling really cold, despite her words.

And good! It looks like we are doing the adventure's of Buggy's crew too! Though that will be for tomorrow! See you all then!

[greenteasnoothie]

A writer for RE! And requests are open! Sorry, I'm excited and sleep deprived lol, may I request with this prompt i found? "when you're the one they look at, even if they're at the other end of the room". What if (insert character) is the one looking at you and you wonder if you offended them or something because they look at you or watch you with a neutral or serious expression. But what you don't know is that they're trying to figure out why he can't stop looking at you. And those that know (insert character) know that the (insert character) is actually happy or smitten by reader. I don't know which RE character to choose because I like most of them 😅

“When you’re the one they look at, even if they’re at the other end of the room”

HI ANON THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!!! I decided I’m going to do two characters for this request because why not!

Parings: Leon X Gen!Reader, Wesker X Gen!Reader

♡ = time-skip

Genre: Fluff, maybe little tiny little bit of angst

Content mentioned:kissing, some swears,

Word count: Leon:445 Wesker:345

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Leon S Kennedy

It was like any other D.S.O meeting, talking about your next mission and OH MY GOD CAN LEON STOP STARING AT YOU?

The whole meeting Leon would not take his eyes off of you and not only that, his neutral expression is making you think he’s mad at you.

Thinking about everything and anything you have or could have done to pissed Leon off takes your attention for the whole meeting.

You Jump when Benford closes his folder particularly loud, ending the meeting and snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Gosh dammit,” Leon curses under his breath as he watches you quickly leave the room, it’s clear to him

that you noticed him staring. Leon rubs his face with his hand quickly sighing as he does so.

♡

You don’t see Leon for the rest of the day, making you think he really is mad at you.

Once you’re home you decide to call Claire and tell her, out of everyone she would hopefully know if Leon is mad at you and why…right? So you grab your phone and call Claire.

“Hello,”

“Hey Claire, you busy?”

“Nope, why whats up?”

“Well, I think Leon is mad at me,”

“What makes you say that?”

*You tell claire why you think Leon is mad at you*

Claire chuckles a little after you finish telling her why you think Leon is mad at you,

“Y/N, I don’t think Leon is mad at you,” Claire says giggling a little.

“Wha- what makes you say that?”

“I just wouldn't worry about it Y/N, I recommend talking to Leon about it when you see him tomorrow.”

“Okay, Thanks Claire i'll keep you updated,”

“You got it Y/N, anytime.”

♡

The next day at work you find Leon in the breakroom, you decide to do what Claire recommends you to do and talk to leon.

“Hey Leon,” You say as you walk up to him

“Oh, hey Y/N What's up?”

“Leon, are you mad at me?”

“Wha- why would I be mad at you Y/N?”

“Well you were staring at me for the whole meeting yesterday, and then I didn't see you for the rest of the day and-”

You get interrupted by Leon chuckling

“Y/N I’m not mad at you and I was never,”

“Then what’s wrong Leon?”

“Y/N I think I have feelings for you…I didn’t know but I’ve been thinking about it and I think I do,”

You pause processing what you just heard Leon say to you.

“Fuck sorry Y/N I-” Leon starts to say before you cut him off by giving him a peck on the lips.

(Sorry idk how else to end this!)

Albert Wesker (RE1)

Since you joined S.T.A.R.S you have noticed or at least felt that your captain always was staring at you, and when you did catch him staring he always had a hard look on his face.

♡

“I think he’s mad at me Jill,” you say as you watch your captain walk back into his office after he noticed you noticed him staring.

“Oh no what did you do this time Y/N,” Chris says in a almost mocking tone

“Shut up Chris,” you say as you playfully slap his arm

“Seriously though Y/N, wouldn’t worry about it,”Jill says empathetically

“Yeah Jill’s right, don’t worry about it, Weskers most likely got RBF (resting bitch face),” Chris says, letting out a chuckle.

You laugh along with Chris and continue with what you're doing.

♡

It’s been a few days since you got that “advice” from Jill and Chris, and well.. it didn’t really help. There’s still something in the back of your brain that is telling you that you most definitely did something to piss your captain off, and you're pretty sure your thoughts were confirmed when your captain called you into his office.

You walk over to your captains office and knock on the closed door soon followed by you walking into the room.

“Close the door behind you and sit down,” your captain says to you in a calm yet somewhat serious tone, you close the door and sit down in the seat across from your captain so you're facing him.

“Y/N what would you say about dinner tonight at (restaurant name here) around let’s say hmm 7:30?”

You are caught completely off guard by what your captain just said to you but answer to the best of your ability.

“Oh uhm.. I would love to captain!” You say sitting up a little straighter

“Albert's fine dear,” Wesker grins and continues, “so it’s a date then, see you then.”

“Uhh yeah, see you then ca-Albert,” you say as a mini smile appears on your face as you walk out.

A/N: Hi Hi thanks for reading lovely !! Anywho I was going to add Chris and Krauser but I have so many other reqs I need to do rn so I’m kinda freaking out and I didn’t know how to start Chirs’s story so I kinda gave up on him, I got midway through Krausers but also gave up so if you do want me to do both of those men I will probably, eventually 😎😎!!

IM ALSO OPEN FOR EMOJI ANONS 😈

© silly-little-fan-grll, 2023. do not repost, translate or copy my work.

[trueshellz]

Night Owl

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: insomnia, reader grumpy, video games, mentions of little sleep, sleepy Kenma, Mortal Kombat gaming, gameplay described, cuddling, pet names

Summary: Waking up to play video games and bake seemed like the best idea...

Kenma blinked a few times, frowning when he saw a huddled up lump under the covers and his large gaming screen flickering as your opponent was thrown onto a tree and a branch skewered his heart before you reached over and rammed your knee into his face. Reaching over, he tugged the blanket off your head and smiled when he saw you sat there with his headphones on (yours were somewhere under the bed from where he had tackled you earlier today), smudges under your eyes from lack of sleep and wearing one of his old hoodies.

"Again?"

You hummed in agreement, eyes on the screen as you felt him shuffle closer and lay down near you, his head leaning against your leg. You chuckled when you heard his low noise of protest, the realisation of what you were playing as his eyes accustomed to the screen in front of you both.

"You downloaded it without me."

"Not my fault you were sleeping, babe."

"Let your character die so I can play against you."

"No."

You gasped when the controller was stolen from you and hidden under the blanket, watching in annoyance as your character was spun around and flung across the screen before she was stomped on and met her demise. A look of triumph as Kenma flicked on the second controller and set up a new game for you both.

"Don't you dare choose Noob Saibot... I lose everytime against him."

You watched as Kenma tied his hair back, sitting up next to you and wrapping the blankets around you both as he flicked through the new characters, commenting on the graphics and additions. His eyes widening as he saw the new story chapters, you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he chose his character... Noob Saibot.

Dammit.

"Not my fault you suck."

Despite its ineffectiveness, you still pouted and chose Kronika, the only character who had any chance against the monster your boyfriend had chosen. Battling for dominance to choose the play area, huffing when he won and then growling when within two minutes you ended up dead and a shit eating grin was across his pretty face.

"How did you do that weird spin-jump thingy?"

A grin as he loaded the new game.

"Kenma! I don't know any special moves!"

"Your problem."

"Kenmaaaaaa!"

A low chuckle as, once again, you ended up shish kabobed to a tree and dead. Huffing, you turned and mock glared at your boyfriend as he thumbed the controls to see the other extras you had downloaded when he was sleeping. It was day 3 of no sleep, something that he was used to by now and you both knew at some point, hopefully tomorrow, that you would crash out for 12 hours.

"Why do I smell cookies?"

"I baked some earlier."

An eyebrow raised as he tugged you close, wrapping the blanket on you and switched the TV off so the room fell into darkness. His hands resting on your back, under your sleep shirt as he rubbed small circles there and tangled his legs between yours.

"Just cookies?"

"Brownies too."

"Hmm."

"Sorry for waking you."

You felt rather than heard his chuckle, his body vibrating as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm more pissed you downloaded the new chapter without me."

It was your turn to laugh, you had heard his alarm go off at 12.05am and watched as he rolled over ignoring it. You were already awake anyway, having the cookies in the oven as it downloaded.

Plus, it wasn’t your fault you were bored and needed something to do.

"Close your eyes anyway, rest them even if you can't sleep. And don't download the new Mario Kart without me tomorrow!"

[michelleleewise]

Hi!!! just wanted to say love your writing & i have an idea for a request.

the reader is attending a stark party and is already a little late due to meetings with phil & they decide to wear a red cocktail dress with a little gold pendant from her childhood not knowing just how upset loki will be seeing you in his brothers colors. starting off 100 % innocent cause the reader isn’t aware that the women of asgard tend to do this for there beloveds. so loki decides to show her just exactly who she belongs to. lmao smut ofc but i was thinking it it ending in a fluffy way where the reader originally thought he was just be possessive to do just that, to stake his claim. but really seeing you in those colors hurt him a little. but loki being loki, y’all won’t actually talk about it until he screws the life out of you. 

if this is a bad idea you can be completely honest, I haven’t suggested it before though i’ve had this for awhile but I do believe with your writing style, because I’ve read a phenomenal amount of your fic’s & loved them! you’ll be able to do it in a way that I’d love

Can I tell you how much I love this? Cause I loooooove this!! One angry, possessive loki with a dash of dom energy coming up!! And thank you for sending this!! I really hope you like it!!! 💚❤💚❤

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Colors

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: possessive behavior, dom loki, swearing, all the smut, oral (f recieving), knife kink, consensual restraints, unprotected sex (wrap in up guys), breeding kink, mentions of saferword (always discuss things with your partners, be safe.)

Summary: you were running late, your day quickly becoming a crap show of meetings and paperwork. All you wanted was your boyfriend.

You looked at your watch, seeing it was later then you thought "Phil, I really need to go, I was supposed to meet Loki an hour ago." You said packing up your things. "Fine, but back here first thing tomorrow so we can finish." He said closing a file. "Yes sir." You mock saluted as you grabbed your things, running towards your room.

"Shit, shit shit." You muttered, grabbing your black dress out of the closet, beginning to zip it as it broke. "Dammit." You sighed, pulling it off. "Well, not wearing that one" You said throwing it aside. You went back to your closet, the only dress you had clean was your red wrap around. "Well, red it is." You sighed. Slipping it on you went to your dresser, pulling out you pin, a gold butterfly your mom had given you as a kid. Pinning it to your dress, you released your hair, fluffing it before you headed to the party.

You smoothed your dress, walking in looking for Loki. You definitely needed a hug after today and his were the best. "Hey, have you seen Loki?" You asked wanda "i think he was by the bar." She said as you nodded, heading in that direction. You made it, not seeing your raven haired prince anywhere. You sighed, leaning on the counter "I love your dress y/n." You heard Thor next to you. "Oh, thank you." You said as he eyed you "do you think it wise to wear it with my brother though?" He asked as you furrowed your eyebrows "what do you mean? Is it too tight?" You asked looking down. "No lady y/n, I only mean, the color, on Asgard.." he started as you felt someone press behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle.

"Glad you could join us darling." You heard Loki as he kissed your neck. "Loki, i.." Thor started as you heard Loki...growl? "Did you think you could wear....this....and get away with it pet?" He whispered In your ear making you close your eyes. "I thought you knew who you belonged to, but it seems you need a reminder." He said spinning you around to face him, pulling you to him. He set his drink down "someone needs taught a lesson." He growled as he grabbed your arm, escorting you towards the elevators

"I'm sorry I was late, the meeting with Phil took an eternity and.." you started as Loki pressed you against the wall, shoving his thigh between your legs as you held his arms, his hand gripping your hair "be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth closed until we get upstairs hmm?" He said as you nodded. You heard the elevator ding as he backed up, escorting you inside. You stood in silence, looking up seeing Loki's jaw tense, his eyes locked forward as it dinged again "come darling." He said gently grabbing your arm.

You made it to the room as he slowly closed the door "go stand over there." He said pointing to the middle of the room. You nodded and did as he said, watching him pull his jacket off, tossing it aside as he rolled his sleeves up. "Who do you belong to love?" He asked as he stalked around you "y..you Loki." You whispered "who gives you pleasure you had only dreamed about?" He asked standing in front of you "you...Loki." you whispered again. "Who owns this...tight body of yours?" He asked licking his lips "y...you do, Loki." You whispered as he lifted his hand, a knife appearing. He reached up with the other, pulling on the front of your dress

"but you saw fit to wear.....this." he snarled as he took the knife, sliding it between your breasts carefully "Don't move love." He said as he sliced down the front of the dress. Popping the straps off he pulled it off of you, your eyes wide as it disappeared in his hand "b..but my..." you stared "did I say you could speak?" He asked looking at you as you shook your head. He slowly ran the end of the knife along the skin of your breast, gently as to not penitrate your skin.

He slid the knife under your bra "and who do these perfect breasts belong to?" He asked looking into your eyes "You Loki." You sighed, feeling the cool metal on your skin, gasping as he sliced through your bra, leaving your top bare. "Go lie on the bed." He said, unbuttoning his shirt. You nodded, laying your head on the pillow watching him. "Arms up love." He said, as you reached up for the headboard, feeling silk wrap around them. He came to stand next to you, pulling on the silk "ok?" He asked as you nodded "safeword.." he asked as he undid his belt "emerald." You whispered as he nodded. "Good girl." He said as you blushed.

He walked to the foot of the bed, removing his pants as he kneeled on the mattress, pulling your knees apart, running his hands up your thighs. "Hold still." He said sternly as you felt the cold metal on your skin again, slipping under the hem of your panties, closing your eyes as he cut them off. He spread your legs farther, you felt exposed as his eyes roamed over you "and who does this perfect pussy belong to?" He asked as he lowered himself down, nestling his shoulder under your knees. "Y..you Loki, it belongs to you." You panted as you felt his breath againt you. "That's right, mine." He growled as you felt his lips latch onto you.

You cried out as he nipped and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed as he gripped your thighs, growling as he pressed himself further to you. "Oh god....like that...please..." you moaned as he swirled his tongue around your bud before sucking hard again. You looked down, seeing his head bobbing up and down, his eyes closed. The sight alone almost made you come. "L..loki i....oh God I'm gonna...." you panted as he pulled back, looking at you. "Hmm, delicious darling, but you come when I allow it." He said leaning up on his knees.

You huffed as you felt your orgasm slip away "does someone need a spanking?" He asked leaning over you. "N..no sir, sorry sir." You panted as he looked into your eyes "good girl, take what I give you." He growled as his lips slotted over yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he licked into your mouth. He pulled back, latching his lips to your neck as you bucked your hips up to him. "So needy, do you want me to fuck you, hmm?" He asked biting your neck "Yes, please yes!" You cried out as he held your hips down.

He leaned up, sliding his boxers off as he lined himself up "how much do you want it y/n? How bad do you want me to ruin you?" He asked as he leaned over you, rubbing his cock along your folds "Please Loki! Ruin me for everyone else, claim me, please." You cried out as he pressed himself into you "Oh, I intend to?" He smiled as he slammed into you in one hard thrust, making you cry out. You pulled hard on your restraints, wanting to touch him, any part of him.

He leaned up, one hand on your hip, the other on the tip of the headboard, as he looked down at you "please Loki, move. I need you." You whined looking up at him. "Mm I do love when you beg." He said pulling out, thrusting back into you hard, laying your head back seeing his bicep flex as he slammed into you again. "Fuck, Loki...you feel so good." You cried out as he thrust hard again. "Do you want me to come inside you, paint your perfect cunt with my seed." He growled slamming his hips into you. "God yes! I want to feel you!" You yelled out as his pace quickened, hitting your gspot.

"Mm, and what if you got pregnant? You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked gripping the headboard harder. "Your belly swollen with my child, your supple breasts swelling, that's what you want isn't it?" He growled as he his pace was relentless, feeling your face flush at his words "Yes! God loki yes! Fill me up, please!" You yelled as your orgasm built "Come with me y/n, I want to feel it." He groaned as he hit your soft spot hard triggering your orgasm as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling deep in you, making you cry out his name.

He leaned up, slowly untying your hands "You pulled hard this time, why didn't you say anyrhing?" He asked looking at your wrists "I was fine, it felt good." You smiled as you saw a green light engulph your wrists "I don't want you to get hurt love." He said sternly. You cupped his cheek "I'm fine." You smiled at him. He slowly pulled out of you, kissing your forehead. "I'll go run a bath, stay right here." He said as you smiled "yes my prince." You said as he went to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later "come on love." He said helping you up. He helped you in the bath before slipping in behind you, pressing your head to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was late, I didn't mean to upset you dear." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his. "I wasn't upset darling, I know you get busy sometimes, I trust you." He said kissing your neck. You tilted your head looking up at him "did you hate the dress? Was it too revealing?" You asked playing with his fingers "no love, you looked amazing, it's just.." he started looking down at you with those green eyes "what, what is it?" You asked more intently this time as he sighed. "In Asgard, when two people were courting, you would wear your beloved's colors, as a symbol of your relationship." He said as you nodded.

"So, when you came in tonight, and I saw you wearing that dress.." he started as realization hit you, how Thor was acting, how possessive Loki got. "I...it was Thor's color wasn't it?" You asked as he nodded looking at you "im so sorry, I didn't mean to, my black dress broke, and I was already late, and I had no idea..." you started as Loki softly kissed you. "You didn't know love, I just, I saw you and lost control." He said cupping your cheek. "Umm is the dress gone? I had a pendant on it my mother gave me." You said looking at him as he twitched his hand, the dress appearing in his hand.

He handed it to you, blushing as you remembered him cutting it off you, as you unclipped the pendant, throwing the dress. "I can fix it if you like." He said "no, red never was my color anyway." You smiled up at him as he kissed you. "And don't worry, I used a contraceptive spell, I don't think either of us are ready." He smiled. "Me either, but..I wouldn't be against doing that again." You whispered feeling your cheeks heat up. "Darling, did we discover a new kink?" He asked poking your side "maybe.." you smiled. "I adore you love." He said pressing your head to his chest "and I you my prince." You sighed closing your eyes listening to his heartbeat.

You made a note to buy more green dresses.....and maybe a new red one......

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[slasherbish]

Woods Part 3

The sun had started to set and the rain was now a light drizzle. The temperature was also dropping. “How long until they come looking for you?” You asked wanting to know if you’d end up spending the night with a killer or not. “Tomorrow probably. Preston will be there. Ignore him he’s an idiot.” He responded. You pouted, the thought of staying the night in creepy woods with a killer that video taped everything made you shiver. Gathering your thoughts and emotions you realized you didn’t know his name, It seemed like at this point knowing each other's names would be okay. “Um my name is (y/n) by the way. What's yours?” you asked, now facing the disfigured man. “Jesse” his phone said. “It’s nice to meet you Jesse.” You said with a smile. Night fell quickly.

Your stomach growled loudly in the early morning hours. You had barely slept due to fear of what might happen. Jesse woke up to the sound of your stomach, making a confused look he raised his eyes to meet yours. “Oh I’m sorry my stomach woke you. It’s almost like I haven’t eaten in god knows how long since you kidnapped me.” You said with a hint of anger seeping in. A second later you realized you just basically yelled at a serial killer and covered your mouth with your hands in shock. You were about to apologize when his phone talked “You have bite. I like fire” 

“I’m still sorry. I’m just so hungry and tired.” She said apologetically. His phone spoke up again “You would probably be a better addition than Preston” She tried to figure out what he meant and then it hit her “Are you offering me a job?” You asked. He only shrugged. At this point the sun was rising and out in the middle of nowhere it was a breathtaking view. You even smiled at the sight. Unknown to you your forced companion had noticed the smile, he thought it was a beautiful smile. 

The two of you spent the morning rebuilding the fire and adding in anything that made it smoke more. You had come up with the idea of a smoke signal and Jesse was impressed at your thought process. He hadn’t thought about needing to signal your exact location since the phone by this time was nearly dead and not able to transmit it’s gps signal. The smoke signal rose high into the sky, it would be easy for a plane or helicopter to see from a distance. 

Since neither of you had the survival skills to know which plants were edible you sat trying to make a small spear with the use of one of his knives and a stick. Since you were the faster of the two it would be your job to spear the animal. You were not looking forward to it. Jesse tried to reassure you that it would be okay since it’s for survival. 

Finally you got the courage to try. It didn’t take long for you to find a lone rabbit grazing in a field. Doing your best you missed by a lot and the bunny left in a hurry. “Dammit” you cursed. Jesse silently chuckled at you. Even though it was a silent laugh due to him not being able to really make noise you could sense it and so you turned around giving him a death glare. The large man playfully put up his hands in mock defense. “Oh my gods you have  a sense of humor” you said with a dramatic gasp. 

He didn’t show it often but he did in fact have a softer side. At work it was necessary for him to be the stone cold stoic killer that he is, but in free time he was more relaxed and kind. He no longer saw you as his prey or a threat so he let the walls slip down for a bit. She was relieved that his mood had seemed to improve. After a few more tries you finally managed to kill a larger rabbit. With the brightest, most proud smile you had you held up the dead animal. Jesse clapped to show that he too was proud. He knew how to skin and cook the animal and so he did that half of the work. 

By this time it was noon and the two of you sat happily eating the cooked rabbit.  Just as the meal was finishing up you hear the sound of helicopters and ATV’s. Your eyes widen slightly in fear. Jesse easily sensed this and typed “It’s my company. Don’t tell anyone about me being nice.” the phone said as he put a small amount of sap onto his mask to act as a temporary adhesive. You frowned at this, his face was something you’d grown to like, it was friendly and kind. It pulled you back to reality that most people saw him as something monstrous. You wondered if his company even knew what he looked like. 

A gun in your face snapped you from thoughts. In front of you was a man not as tall or intimidating as Jesse. He had black hair and a wicked smile. “Preston” the phone in Jesse’s hand said. “Oh you’re the annoying one J-Chromeskull was talking about.” Your face lit up as you realized this. The smile on Prestons face left in the blink of an eye, being replaced with a frown/scowl. “You little bitch!” He yelled in your face. You only giggled through your fear. This only angered him more. A woman walked up behind Preston and pushed him aside. It was clear he was the lowest on the food chain. 

“Shut your mouth Preston. Jesse wants her alive.” The woman said calmly. Subconsciously you walked back and bumped into someone. “I..I’m sorry” you stuttered out turning around to see Jesse. The sudden arrival of thirty or so people was overwhelming. The woman eyed you before saying “My name is Spann, I work for Chromeskull.” She said. You nodded trying to collect yourself. “I’m (Y/n)” You managed to say. “I know” Spann said. Looking over the womans shoulder you could see a still angry Preston barking orders at the workers. Jesse put a large hand on your shoulder as reassurance. 

“You have two options now that you know about this organization. We kill you or you work for us.” Spann gave you the ultimatum. 

@slashershell

[bagsybaggins]

Chapter 2: The Search

[Previous Chapter]

"Fuck, shit, god dammit it!" I mutter as I toss another book behind me.

"What's up with you?" I hear Dustin ask and I pause to look at him.

"I can't find my lucky pencil. The one that's black with the black eraser." I explain before I open another drawer on my desk. "Mr. Pickles's test is today and I can't fail this one or else Mom will be pissed. That and I would have to take it again, and I don't want to do that."

He nods his head, walking towards me and reaching up. "It's right here Nerd." He pulls it from behind my ear and I groan. "I think you need glasses if you keep losing small things. How many fingers-"

"I can see just fine Dustin," I say before nudging his shoulder. "Thanks though. Would've torn my room up a lot more without this."

He glances around before snorting, causing me to roll my eyes. "Whatever, let's get moving before we're late." 

He nods his head before he walks out of my room, and I sigh heavily before looking back at my bed. I snatch up my hat and put it on my head, pushing my pencil back behind my ear.

---

I frown as I notice Will's not with Lucas and Dustin, as he normally is.

"Will's not here? You don't think he's sick do you?" I pull up next to Mike and Lucas, Dustin right behind me.

Mike shook his head. "No, he's probably already at school. Like that one time after Mr. Gruskey did a surprise pop quiz, he would leave earlier to get ready for another one."

I sigh and nod my head. "Alright, you tell him that Dustin will give him his comic tomorrow. Cause someone forgot to bring it."

Dustin glares at me. "He only won because he cheated."

"And he won, but you both left me. So it's only fair he gets it, my words are god. Listen to me." I laugh before I pedal ahead of them. "Later ya nerds!"

"Later!" "He still cheated!"

I shake my head as I make my way to the bike stand at the High school, noticing Nancy walking towards the door.

"Nance!" I wave at her as I slowly stop at the bike stand. She waves back and leans to one side, waiting for me.

I kick the stand on my bike down, grabbing my bag from the basket before I jog to her. I smile as I join her side, and walk into the building with her.

"So, did he call?" Barb asked as she comes up from behind us.

Nancy's lips twitch as she tries to force the smile from crawling on her face.

"Ohh, Steve?" I ask as Nancy rolls her eyes.

"Keep your voice down." She smiles for a moment, before trying to relax.

"Did he?" Barb and I ask in unison, me walking backward in front of Nancy.

"I told you, it's not like that." She tries to explain and defend herself before she caves in slightly. "Okay, I mean, yes. He likes me, but not like that."

I look at Barb, who gives me a look, and I return it.

"Yeah, uh-huh. Sure, it's 'not like that' at all." I grin as I turn back around and lean against my locker, as Nancy starts opening hers.

She light-heartedly glares at me, before looking back at her locker. "We just, made out a couple times."

Me and Barb grin as we mock her. "We just, made out a couple times."

"Stop." Nancy smiles, opening her locker.

"Nance, seriously. You're gonna be so cool now, it's ridiculous." Barb says as I nod my head in agreement, opening my locker. 

"She's right Nancy. You get with Harrington, you get the whole school watching like it's the most popular drama show in all of history. You might as well be dating a famous actor or something." I look at her past my locker door. 

"No, I'm not. It's not like that." She says before Barb and I sigh.

"You better still hang out with me, that's all I'm saying."

"Hey, what about me? Are you saying I can't hang out with you? I think I deserved to be loved." I dramatically express, Barb and Nancy smiling at my antics.

"Of course, I'll still hang out with you Dare. Who else is going to help me with English homework."

I laugh. "Of course, the homework benefits are the only good thing about me. I see how it is."

Nancy's locker opened and she pauses, causing me to raise a brow at what caused her to silence.

"Oh ho ho, what's this." She picks it up, giving me a glare. "A note from lover boy? Your boyfriend slash, not a boyfriend?"

I grin as she opens it slowly, looking down at it. I lean over and laugh as she closes it quickly. "And we have a winner, Steve Harrington has the hots for you. And you know it."

"You were saying?" Barb grinned as she leaned against me, looking at Nancy whose cheeks resembled an apple.

---

"YN?" I look up from my test and see the principal looking in from the doorway. 

I feel panic climb up my throat, glancing around the room as others start looking at me. The Principal looks at me and waves his hand in a come-forward motion. I look at the teacher for a moment, and Mr. Pickles nods his head. 

I sigh and stand up from my chair, leaving my test on my desk. I lean down and grab my bag, swinging it over my shoulder before heading to the door. As I walk out of the room, I notice Hopper and Phil standing in the hall. 

"Hop, Phil. What's going on?" I ask as I tighten my hand on the book bag strap.

They look at me and Hopper sighs, looking down at the ground.

"Whatever happened, I swear it wasn't me," I say quickly, and Hopper quickly shook his head.

"Will's gone missing. You and the other three were the last to see him. We were just wanting to get your side of the story." Hopper explained, finally looking me in the eyes.

My eyes widen and I inhale quickly. "What?"

I fight off the urge to panic and instead close my eyes for a moment. I breathe in deeply before opening my eyes and breathing out slowly.

"What do you need? What can I do?" 

Hopper smiles tightly at me and nods his head towards the Principals office. I follow him silently, focusing on breathing, reaching my hand into my pocket. I pull out my inhaler, shaking it before using it. I can see Hopper look at me from the corner of his eyes, and I cough lightly. We turn the corner and I shove it back in my pocket, walking inside and sitting down on the chair they had.

Hop and Phil sit down in front of me, Phil takes out his notepad while Hopper leans forward in his chair.

"Just tell us where you last saw him, and anything that seems important," Hopper says gently, looking at me while nodding his head.

I mimic his nod and inhale slowly. "Yeah, okay. It was a normal night. We got out of our D&D campaign at 8 I think. Me, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were riding our bikes home. Lucas left first since his house was closer. I and Dustin followed Will until we got to our road. But Dustin and Will had raced ahead of me. I kinda got left behind, and when I did, Dustin was on our road. And I saw Will's light going further away before we left for our house."

Hopper nods his head. "Alright, and was there anything else? Anything at all?"

I frown, think back, and shrug. "Our lights kept flickering the closer we got to our road. I think Will's was too. But they didn't do it after we left Will. Other than that, nothing unusual."

Hopper nodded, while Phil scoffed lightly. "Thank you, Kid. Go back to class."

"Hop." He turns to me and I sigh. "Find him, he's great with directions. Rarely ever got lost, even in the woods."

He nods his head, puts his hat back on, and walked out of the room with Phil in tow.

---

I can feel my nerves buzzing beneath my skin. My leg bounced as I sat down at the table where we normally ate lunch. My fingers drummed against the table as I stare down at the book that lay open in front of me, but I wasn't reading it. I grabbed my pencil instead, flipping it between my fingers. I glanced around the lunchroom as more people poured in, waiting for Nancy to finally walk in.

"Hey-"

"Shit Biscuits!" I yell as a hand touches my shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa it's just me," Eddie said as he raised his hands in surrender, his brows furrowing as he looked at me in worry. "Are you alright?"

I sigh, turning back to the table as I put my face in my hands. "No, I'm not."

The air gets warmer as I feel him sit down next to me, his bag hitting the ground with a thump. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Did you lose the campaign or something?" He asks with a teasing smile.

I roll my eyes with a small smile twitching onto my lips. "Yeah, we did, actually. But that's not it." I sigh, turning to him. "One of my friends, my little brother's friend, he's gone missing."

Eddie's eyes widen. "Oh, shit. I had heard talks about you talking to the chief and shit, but I didn't think it would be about that."

Turning to him with a frown on my face, "What did you think I'd be talking to them about?"

He shrugs, looking ahead in thought. "I don't know actually. Maybe about a crime you had done." He laughs and turns to me. "Maybe you're a secret criminal and they had finally caught you."

I scoff a laugh and shake my head. "No, my criminal days are over. Hop caught me too many times."

His right brow raises as he laughs. "Sure, sure. Say that to the fork you took from me yesterday."

I cackel while throwing my head back, my arms crossing around my stomach. I can hear Eddie laugh with me, and I lean forward, wiping my cheeks with my hands.

"Ugh, that was a good one. I'll give you that." I smile as I turn to him again.

"Well thank you, m'lady." He gives me a mock bow, before crossing his arms on the table. "But I'm sure the kid will be fine."

I feel my stomach knot up again, I sigh and nod. "Yeah, he's a good kid." I look away from him, down at the book in front of me. "He's like a little brother to me, ya know? I mean, they all are. I have my little brother, but we all just hang out almost all the time. We're practically family."

"I get that, sorta. I don't have anything like that, but I understand that." He murmurs as I look back at him.

"Yeah." I nod, sighing as I stretch. "Did you need something? Or did you just come over cause I was jittery?"

He smiles and shrugs. "A little bit of both, but it looked like you needed some company. And I wanted to give you, this." He reached into his denim jacket, pulling out a cassette.

I chuckle as I realize that it was Def Leppard, the cassette he had been listening to the first time we met. "Letting me borrow it now?"

He nods, before standing up. "Yeah, figured I should give it to you now before I end up forgetting about it. You can keep it until you're ready to give it back."

I grin as I look up at him, tapping my finger against it lightly. "And if I don't feel like returning it?"

He tsks as he grabs his bag from the floor. "Then I guess I lose a cassette." He nods his head with a smile on his face. "I'll talk to you later, so tell me what you think."

He walks backward slowly, "I will. Have a good night Eddie." I say and he nods before turning around.

"You too YN." And then he walks out of the cafeteria.

Sighing, I look down at the cassette before smiling and putting it in the back of my bag, in the only pocket I don't use.

---

"No, Dustin! You aren't going out, that's final!" I hear Mom yell from the living room. 

I sigh heavily, I turn up the stereo while listening to the cassette. And so far, Photograph was my favorite song. The sound of a door slamming, the vibration shaking my door. Turning around, I lie down on my bed, my arms underneath my head. My mind wanders to Will, and how he had gone missing. My thoughts shifted to the game, how we had lost.

The songs played on until it stopped, and the album ends. I sat up, reaching toward the stereo before frowning at the strange static sound. I pause, listen to the strange buzzing sound, and stand up. I exhale softly, walking across my room before realizing it got quieter. I walk back to my bed, leaning towards the stereo, but pull back. It wasn't coming from that.

I hear the sound a little louder as I kneel down, and my eyes widen as I remember. Dustin's supercomm! 

Scrambling, I reach under my bed and pull it out. I twist the volume up and extend the antenna. I grin as I hear Lucas and Mike talking more clearly. 

"Meet me in 10. Over and out." I hear Lucas say before the radio goes silent.

I frown in confusion, having missed the whole conversation, but then it clicks. My eyes widen and I curse and trip up as I run to my door. I fling it open and quickly open Dustin's door, muttering a curse as I realize he left.

Closing his door, I go into my room and grab my messenger bag. I dump all the papers and books from school out and throw the supercomm into the bag. Opening my closet I push past my clothes looking down at one of the many combination boxes that Dad and I had hidden across the house. Inhaling deeply, I slowly put in his birthday, opening it. I grab the flashlight, ignoring the bullets, and the gun that he had put in each box. I sigh as I see a picture sticking out of the bottom, past the box of bullets. 

I reach past the box and pull the photo out, smiling at dad's face. His hazel eyes crinkled as he smiled at the camera, a baby Dustin in his arms. His dark blond hair was messy from Dustin's grabby hands, but Dad's face was happy. He always was, normally. 

Shaking my head, I put his picture back down, before seeing his dog tags. I had worn them before he died, and I took them off after he had passed. I pull them out, looking at the words pressed into them. 

Henderson. Richard G.

1224 46 7890

B Pos

Christan

The same thing was written on both of the tags, and I run my fingers over the letters.

My eyes widen as I realize I was taking too long. I slam the box shut clicking the lock shut and twisting the numbers up. I push it back to the back of the closet and move my clothes to their original spot. I throw the flashlight into the bag before I look at the blanket that was handed on the back of my chair. Sighing, I throw it into the bag as well and swing the bag over my shoulder. 

Opening my window, I step out onto the grass, tumbling slightly as I hit the back of my head on the window. "Shit, ow." I hiss, rubbing the back of my head. I take one more glance at my room, before checking my pocket, sighing when I feel my inhaler in it. Walking to my bike, I put the dog tags around my neck, and pick up my bike.

"Just wait for me Dustin, I'm gonna kick your ass for this," I mutter as I push off.

---

YN wheezed as she dropped her bike next to the three other bikes, her hood pulled up as the rain fell heavily. She wiped her face with her hand, blinking as she reached into her bag with her other hand. Her light clicked on as she pressed the switch, and walked into the forest. 

"Mike? Dustin? Lucas? WILL?" She yelled over the rain, blinking and pulling her cap down more to help block the rain.

"WILL!" She yelled a little louder, knowing that he was the reason they were out in the first place.

The further she got into the woods the less she felt safe. 

"MIKE!" Turning to the left as she sees a distant light flicker behind the trees.

Her feet push through the already muddy ground, her converse soaked from the ride to the woods. She looked at the ground as she stepped over a fallen log, walking around the trees to find the three boys. And hopefully the fourth boy.

"DUSTIN!"

"Oh shit-"

She heard him say a little further ahead of her, finally seeing them in view.

"Yeah oh shit! You didn't tell me you were doing this! You're supposed to tell me this shit!" She yelled as she approached the boys.

"How did you find us?" Mike asked, confusion evident on his face.

"I took his old supercomm and now it's mine. And no you're not getting it back." She glared at Dustin, who looked at her in shock.

"You took my supercomm!"

"Yes, but you're supposed to tell me before you do stupid shit like this! I know he's missing but we can't lose anyone else right now, so you bring me with you!" 

Lucas shook his head. "You would've told our parents! They-"

Dare looked at him offended. "I'm one of you ya nerds! We literally play D&D together! I'm not Nancy, and you all should know that by now! Why would I tell anyone anything?"

They stay silent before Dustin nods. "She's right."

"Not to mention that I can kick ass-"

"You have asthma, you can't kick ass," Mike says.

"I can kick ass, I just can't run." Dare points her finger at him with a glare. "And I don't think you want me to kick your ass."

Before they could say anything, the sound of a branch snapping near them causes them to freeze. 

"What was that?" Mike asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know," Dare muttered, taking a step in front of them, and raising her flashlight.

And then she paused as a girl was at the other end of the light.

---

"All of you shut it!" I hiss at them, glaring at them as I rub the towel through my wet hair. "I don't care if you're freaking out Lucas, she's the same damn age as you all. And if you have a problem, you can leave."

Lucas turns to me, in disbelief. "You're taking his side?"

My eyes narrow, and I step forward. "Look, tell me something. If you were scared, alone, cold, and somewhere you didn't know, would you be talkative? Would you be smiling and sunshine and daisies?" He sputters to reply, but I interrupt him. "No, you wouldn't be. Now, please shut up, all of you."

I glance over at the girl, whose head was shaved and clothes were soaked. And I had to agree, it looked like blood was on her shirt.

"Mike, go get her clothes," I say softly, sighing as I kneel in front of her. Her eyes flickered between me and the boys.

"Hi," I give her a small smile. "My name's YN, but you can call me Dare, can you tell me your name?" I ask her gently.

Mike comes back, thunder rumbling outside, and she flinches. He hands her the clothes, and I frown as she rubs them against her cheek. I stand up and shake my head as I feel some water in my ear. My eyes widen as she stands up, her hands going to the bottom of her large shirt.

"No no no no no!" I grab her wrist, the boy's quickly panicking and turn around.

I sigh and pull her towards the bathroom. "Come on, you can change in here."

She follows me, glancing at the three before walking into the bathroom. I nod my head and try to close the door, but her hand stops it. I frown before looking back at her.

"You don't want it closed?" 

"No." 

My brows raise as she speaks, and I smile and nod my head. "Right. Got it. Then, let's keep it here then." I close it so that there is a small sliver left open.

"Better?" I ask.

"Yes."

I nod my head before turning around and looking at the boys. I walk over and listen to the conversation happening.

"Lucas, get the stick out of your ass. I get that you're suspicious, but you're being a dick." I say as I cross my arms.

They turn to me. "But you saw her Dare! She literally tried to get naked!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah! She's probably crazy!"

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Maybe, maybe not. But we won't know that until we get to know her. And we don't know what she's been through, she could be traumatized! She could be hurt! We can't just turn a fucking kid away just because we don't know them." I explain as I glance back at the door, before looking at them.

"We were out there looking for Will. Not another problem." Lucas states as he turns to Mike.

"Yeah, we should tell your Mom," Dustin says looking at Mike.

"Are you guys insane, or just stupid?" I ask as I groan. "You weren't supposed to be out tonight, and if you guys tell her. She'll tell your parents, and then you're screwed!"

They fall silent, their faces falling in realization. 

"Here's the plan, she sleeps here tonight." Mike starts.

"You're letting a girl-"

"Just listen! In the morning she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door, and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and she'll know exactly what to do. And then we'll be in the clear!" Mike plans out, and I nod along.

"Seems good enough. Less chance of problems arising." I mutter.

Mike nods his head. "And then we go back out tomorrow night, and we find Will."

"And no leaving me out this time, I'm not kidding," I say as I look at the three of them.

"Alright, you can join us-"

"Oh gee, thanks for the permission. I didn't know that you were Mom." I say as I give Dustin a grin.

---

"Head out Dusty, I'll join you in a minute. Stay on the porch, if you aren't there I'm killing ya." I say as I shove his hat back on his head. 

"Yeah yeah." 

I chuckle as he walks up the stairs, and I turn back to the girl and Mike. He handed her the sleeping bag and I walked back over.

"We never got your name ya know." She looks back up at me and slowly looks down, rolling her sleeve up.

011.

My eyes widen at the tattoo on her skin, almost like a branding-type thing that was in those books. With pirates and stuff.

"Whoa, is that real?" Mike asks, reaching his hand out to touch it. 

She pulls back instantly, and I sigh as Mike pulls back. 

"Sorry, I've never seen a kid with a tattoo before."

"What's it mean, Eleven?" I question.

She looks up at me before she points her finger at herself. 

"That's your name?"

She nods her head looking down at the cuffs of the sweatshirt. I sigh as I kneel down, sharing a look with Mike.

"Well, how about we call you El for short?" Mike asks, before looking at me. "Like how we call you Dare, and how I'm Mike."

She stares at us and I sigh again. "Alright, El. I'll see you later. I gotta get back home before it gets too late. But I'll visit before it's too late."

She stares at me and I smile lightly, standing up I pat Mike on the back. "Good night Mike, El." 

"Night Dare."

"Night Dare." I hear El say and I smile as I walk up the stairs. 

---

"YN?" I hum and turn to Dustin who walked into my room.

"Yeah?"

He points at me. "What's that?"

I frown in confusion before looking down. "Oh shit, I forgot about that."

I pull the Dogtags off my neck, holding them instead. "I found Dad's dog tags. You want one?" 

He frowns, before nodding with a smile on his face. I grin and roll off my bed, walking to my jewelry box, and pulling out a random chain. I unclasp the dog tags chain and pull one-off, handing him the one still on the chain.

"You can this one, the chain keeps tangling in my hair," I say, grinning as he excitedly puts it on, looking down at it.

"What's the G stand for?" He asks as he reads it.

I shrug. "I don't know, but we can ask Mom tomorrow in the morning."

Sliding the tag onto the new chain, I put it on, smiling.

"Thanks, for this. And for coming with us."

Snickering I reply, "You mean coming after you guys."

He grins nodding, to which I roll my eyes. 

"Night Dusty."

"Night Dare."

---

I groan as I walk into school, my feet in pain from walking in the forest last night. I think a stick got into my shoe or something.

"It's Tuesday." I hear Nancy says around the corner.

"It's Tuesday. Oh my god." I hear Tommy laugh.

I raise my brow as I turn the corner to see Barb and Nancy, standing in front of Steve, Tommy, and Carol.

'Ugh, I fucking hate Carol.'

I cross my arms as I lean back against the wall, watching them.

"It'll be just us, no one else. Are you in or not?" Steve says.

Before Nancy could say anything, Carol said, "Oh, God. Look."

I look around my corner, noticing Jonathan Byers pinning something to the bulletin board.

"Oh, God. That's depressing." Steve says, and I look back at them. 

Nancy makes eye contact with me and I sigh and roll my eyes. I turn the corner and walk toward Jonathan, and he looks up when I stop next to him.

"Hey." He says, nodding his head.

I nod back, leaning against the wall. I look at the paper he was pinning up, and I feel my lungs constrict at the picture of Will.

"I'm sorry dude," I mutter, looking back at him. "I wish I had biked him home that night."

He shakes his head, looking down at his hands. "if you had, it might have been Dustin. Besides I should have been home-"

"Hey."

We turn, Nancy by my side now. She looks at me before looking back at Jonathan.

"I just. wanted to say, I'm sorry. About everything, you know." She says uncertainly, hesitant. And he glances past her, at Steve and his group. And Barb.

"Everyone's thinking about you." Nancy gives him a small smile, looking at the picture for a moment.

He again doesn't reply, looking down before back at her. 

"It sucks." Me and Nancy say, looking at each other quickly.

"Yeah." 

I scoff, and he looks at me. 

"Sorry, you just kept silent for a while," I mutter, and his mouth twitches up slightly.

Nancy looks at me before turning back to him. "I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid."

After that, the bell rang, and I groan, tapping my head against the wall.

"I have to go. Chemistry test." She smiles, pulling at my arm. 

"Yeah." He repeats. 

"Why are you pulling me? I don't have chemistry-"

"Good luck!" She says to him before turning around and pulling me with her.

"Ow, Nance! Put away the claws!" I hiss as I feel her nails digging in.

"Sorry." She whispers letting go of me, and I rub my arm.

I glare at Carol and Tommy, flipping them off mentally as we pass them.

"Wait, Nance!"

Fucking Steve.

"No can do Steve. This little Lady has a test. No distractions. Talk later!" I say as I pull her along, away from Steve and his two stupid friends.

---

I tap my pencil against my desk. My eyes dart at the clock before I sigh. 

"YN?"

I look at the teacher, who raises her brow at me.

"Yeah?" I ask, clearing my throat and sitting up slightly

"Are you with us?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Inhaling deeply, I look down at my desk, before looking at her.

"No. I'm not. I'm not feeling good." I state, looking back at her, before sighing and grabbing my bag.

"YN-"

"I'm going to the nurse's office." I quickly stand, spreading out of the room.

The door bangs open as I walk out, my head down as I speed down the hall. I jog down the hall, turning the corner before stopping and breathing deeply. I lean against the wall, closing my eyes. I slide down the wall, putting my hands on my eyes. Trying to calm down my racing heart.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see you out here by yourself Henderson."

I groan internally as Steve walks down the hall, stopping next to me.

"What do you want?" I don't even look up at him, keeping my eyes closed. Focusing on breathing.

"No need for the hostility." He laughs and I look at him. 

His laughter trails off as he nods his head. "Look, I just wanted to-"

"If you're wanting to apologize, don't. You did nothing wrong." I interrupt and he looks at me stunned.

"What, how-"

"I'm just awesome Harrington." I smile thinly, standing up. "Anything else?"

He pauses for a moment and nods. "Why are you so, hostile towards me? Like we've never spoken-"

I roll my eyes. "Because of your shitty friends Harrington. Besides, I don't enjoy new people often. But, if you treat Nancy right," I say glaring at him. "I guess I can drop the hostility. But we won't be besties, capeesh?"

He huffs and nods with a smile. "Seems fair enough."

Humming I nod, turning around to walk to the Nurse's office. "Yeah Yeah, later Harrington."

---

I stare at the boys in confusion, as they explain the earlier events to me.

"She shut the door. With her mind." They nod in confirmation, and I squint at them. "Are you guys high?"

"What!" "No!"

"We aren't lying, we promise," Mike says as he turns to me.

I gaze at him before turning to Eleven, who looked up at me. I sighed and walked over to her, kneeling in front of her. 

"Is that true El? You closed the door with your mind?" I ask softly.

She slowly nods her head. "Yes." She softly whispers.

Rubbing my hand on my forehead, I groan as I wrap my head around everything. My head starts feeling lighter, and I cough as I back away from her. I reach into my pocket, pulling out my inhaler. 

"And she said she's in danger. Danger danger." Mike repeated and I inhaled, looking at him.

"One thing at a time Mike-"

"Guys! Time for dinner." I hear Mrs. Wheeler yell up the stairs.

I use my inhaler again and clear my throat. I look back at them, with them looking at me with wide eyes. Wondering if I believed them.

"Alright. I believe you. But that doesn't help with the fact that Will's missing." I look between them. 

"But she knows about Will-"

I look over at Mike in confusion, before Nancy calls my name.

"We'll talk later." I point at them, glancing at El briefly before heading out of the room.

Walking downstairs, Mrs. Wheeler smiles when she sees me, as does Nancy. I smile thinly as I sit down next to Nancy. The food, the meatloaf, looked good. But I didn't feel good or feel like eating. Nancy cast me a worried glance, leaning towards me.

"Steve told me about what happened. You were sick in the hall?" She whispered to me, and I looked at her from the corner of my eye.

"No, I had an asthma attack. Forgot to bring my inhaler, and I didn't make it to the Nurse in time." Nancy's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth before I cut her off. "No, I'm fine! I just couldn't breathe for a few moments. I got through it. I'm fine Nance."

Mrs. Wheeler looked at me in concern. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Dustin asked as he walked downstairs with Lucas and Mike.

Sighing I shake my head. "Nothing happened-"

"Nothing happened?" Nancy loudly blurted out, looking at me with anger written on her face. "YN, you had an asthma attack and you didn't have your inhaler with you! You could have died!"

Mrs. Wheeler, Dustin, Mike- everyone except Mr. Wheeler and Holly were talking over each other at me. I waved my hands in reassurance. "I'm fine! I wouldn't have died. It was just a tiny one. Nothing major! Besides I was using the advice from the doctor and it helped Nance."

I turn to Dustin. "I'm fine, I promise."

He looks at me in worry, before sighing and nodding his head. Mrs. Wheeler gives me a look, the mother look, and I smile. "I promise, I'm alright."

Nancy glares at me before stabbing her meatloaf. "And you have your inhaler now, right?"

I roll my eyes taking a bite of my mashed potatoes. "Yes, Mom."

She turns to me and gives me the mom glare. "I keep telling you to bring it, and when you don't this happens."

Looking at her, I nod. "Alright fine. You're right. And I do have one on me, a full one."

She stares at me for a moment longer before exhaling and turning back to her food. "Well, I'm glad you're alright."

I huff and smirk at her. "Little asthma won't take me down." 

Shaking her head she smiles, looking over at her mom.

"They're having a rally, at the school. For Will." She says, and I look over at her in confusion. "Everyone will be there. And Barb will drive me."

Mrs. Wheeler looked at her in confusion. "Why am I just now hearing about this?"

Nancy glanced over at me, then at Mike before looking back at her mom. "I thought you already knew about it."

Mrs. Wheeler shakes her head. "I already said I don't want you to be out at night until Will is found-"

"Come on Mrs. Wheeler." I grin at her. "It would be weird if we didn't go there. Besides, you've got your hands full with these dorks-"

"Hey!"

"I think it would be good for her to go out away from them," I state.

Nancy smiles at me, but her brows were furrowed in confusion. "You're coming with me. I'm not letting them take over your mind any more than they have."

My eyes widen, "What-"

"Fine, but be back by 10." Mrs. Wheeler sighed.

I nudge her foot with mine, giving her a confused look. She leans over. "Just go with it please."

Staring at her for a moment I sigh and nod. "Alright."

Mike coughs up his milk next to me, and I groan as I feel some of it hitting my shirt.

"Dude!" I exclaim as Dustin hits the table. "Milk doesn't wash out easily man!"

"Sorry, spasm." Dustin smiled, and I looked at him. 

I had missed something.

---

Barb honks the horn, and Nancy drags me out of the house. She immediately jumps into the passenger, and I sigh as I hop in the back.

"Why are you always shotgun?" I ask aloud, as I cross my arms in the back seat.

She turns to look over her shoulder with a grin. "Because you're too slow." 

I sigh leaning my head back and looking out the back window.

"It's not like I wanted to come with you," I mutter.

"Ditto," Barbra replied, and I look at her in confusion.

Nancy gives her a look, and I gasp as I realize what was really happening.

"Really Nancy? You're dragging us to Steve's stupid ass party?"

Nancy shook her head.

"That's exactly what's going on." Barbra interrupts her.

Nancy sighs and looks at her. "It would be weird if I went by myself."

I snort. "Not really, if anything it would increase his chance of getting into your pants."

She gapes at me, before shaking her head rapidly. Barbra nods her head in agreement. 

"No, no he isn't-"

"Oh look at the denial on this one," I say as I lean forward, putting my arms on the two seats.

Barbra laughs as Nancy groans and shakes her head a blush setting on her cheeks. I grin as she buries her face in her hands.

"And now she's embarrassed." Barbra points out, nudging Nancy with her finger.

I laugh as I pat her shoulder. "Don't worry Nancy, I'm sure Steve will like your new bra."

Barbra gasps as she turns to look at Nancy in shock.

"I am not- It is not a new bra!" She cries out, a smile on her face, as she turns to me.

I hum and nod, narrowing my eyes. "Mhmm sure, tell that to the receipt in your trash can."

"You went through my trash?" Her eyes went wide.

Barbra bursts out laughing and I lean forward more. "No, but maybe I should. Confirmed bra for special night-"

"I didn't buy it for him-"

Barbra and I gasp and I look at Barb. "You hear that Barbra, she didn't buy it for him." I mimic a posh accent.

She grins as she glances at me for a moment before focusing on the road. "Oh dear, but she bought a new bra." She played along.

"Guys-"

"A new bra, for a different suitor. Not for Steve! Oh, who is this mysterious man? Who has doth stolen our best friend's heart." I grin deviously. "And our friend's innocent mind."

Nancy groaned and shook her head as we slowly came to a stop.

"Are you both done?" She asks, turning to me mostly.

We share a glance and I sigh. "Fine."

---

"You're fucking lucky that you didn't hit a fucking blood vessel or something," I say as I try my best to wrap her wounds.

She chuckles, before hissing as I tighten it around her thumb. I look down at it as I let go. 

"I did a terrible job," I mutter.

She nods her head, squinting at me. "Yeah, you did."

I roll my eyes and nudge her arm. "Shut up, I'll get better. But we should probably leave, otherwise, Mrs. Wheeler might throw a fit."

Barbra scoffs. "Good luck trying to get her to leave."

I stare at her before sighing. "Alright, let's go."

We walk out of the bathroom, hearing the distant sounds of laughter. I glance at my hands, before realizing that I had left blood on my hands. 

"Shit, I'm gonna wash this off, you go and try to see if you can steal her back," I tell Barb, who nods her head. 

I disappear back into the bathroom, turning on the water. I cringe as the water starts turning pink as I scrub my hands of blood. I use the coconut hand soap, nodding my head at the alright smell. And I look around for a towel. 

"Shit. They're rich but they only have one fucking hand towel?" I mutter before wiping my hands on the back of my jeans.

I walk back out of the bathroom, hands clean of blood. I glance around as I head to the front door.

"Hey, Nance?" I call out but don't get an answer. 

I frown before heading to check the pool first. Not wanting to get scarred.

"Nancy? Barb?" I call out, as I walk out, but find nothing. 

I look down at the board, noticing the small blood thumbprint. I frown heavily, wiping it away with my shoe before hearing a distant stick snapping. I look towards the woods, squinting in the darkness.

I glance back at the house, before sighing and heading towards the forest.

"Swear to god, if they ditched me I'm going to commit murder."

I open the fence gate and run into the forest, well, jog really.

"Hello?" I call out, trying to find out if it had been a human or animal around.

"Barbra?" I shout as I step around a bush of poison oak.

I hear another snap, and I look to my right.

"Jonathan? What are you doing out here?" I ask.

He held up his camera. "I was taking pictures. Trying to find clues. Thought maybe they were looking in the wrong direction."

I sigh and nod. "Possible, yeah. You haven't seen Barb have you?"

He shakes his head after a moment.

"No, I haven't. Do you need a ride home?"

I nod my head and follow him back to his car. I would just yell at Nance and Barb for ditching me tomorrow.

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[voyageofthenautilus]

The Lightning Bolts of Captain Nemo, Part 1

So first of all… Something a bit odd happens with the dates here. Yesterday’s entry, on January 6th, began with “The next day, January 6…” and has the trio leaving the Nautilus at sunrise, then spending a day on the island, and then leaving around six o’clock in the evening when the island natives interrupt their meal. Today’s entry, on January 7th, begins with the trio returning to the Nautilus, then Aronnax goes to bed after talking with Nemo.

And then… (mild spoiler for tomorrow’s entry, mais je ne regrette rien) Tomorrow’s entry on January 8th begins “At six o’clock in the morning, January 8th…” HUH?! I’ve read and re-read these two chapters and tried my hardest to figure out how Jules Verne somehow missed a day, or maybe I was the one missing a day? But I can’t make any sense of it, so… I just threw up my hands and decided to schedule today’s entry for the 7th, not only so that the opening line of tomorrow’s entry makes sense, but also so that I didn’t have to send both entries on the 6th, because it felt more appropriate to send them a day apart so the suspense of the previous chapter’s ending would be maintained.

…anyway, with all that explanation aside…

“Stones don’t fall from the sky,” Conseil said, “or else they deserve to be called meteorites.”

Man, I love Conseil and his total inability to be fazed, and his wittiness. Shame his next remark compares the natives of the island to animals… Dammit, Conseil, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you…

Ned Land was unwilling to leave his provisions behind, and despite the impending danger, he clutched his pig on one side, his kangaroos on the other, and scampered off with respectable speed.

This is another moment that I really want someone to draw. Love that Ned is such a glutton- er, excuse me, he’d probably prefer the term epicure- that he won’t leave his food behind when running from danger. (I bet Conseil mocks him for this when they get back to the Nautilus.)

I LOVE Nemo’s little speech here, even if it is motivated by misanthropy. “And besides, are they any worse than men elsewhere, these people you call savages?” Considering his seeming sympathy for these people, it’s a shame about what he does later to get rid of them… But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

“…I noticed that he touched only its black keys, which gave his melodies a basically Scottish color.” Huh, I wouldn’t have thought of calling that tonality Scottish, specifically. What I wouldn’t give to hear Nemo play that organ…

I can’t blame the Papuans for driving away the golden trio. They have every right to do so, considering these people came ashore and immediately started slaughtering their own game and laying claim to it… And it’s unfortunate that their defending of their home/land ends the way it does. Again, I’m getting ahead of myself, but this really is a low point in the narrative.

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Kuroo cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows at the little boy.

“The hell..?” Kuroo muttered, “Maybe it’s the wrong address.” before Kuroo could even turn around, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar voice calling out for the kid.

“Takeru! What did I tell you about opening the door for strangers? How did you even reach the knob?”

“I’m sorry!” the little boy squealed, you sighed and kneeled down to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It’s okay, honey. It’s just very dangerous and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” your scolding is quickly cut off when you see the man you’ve been expecting for two hours. “You’re late.” you mutter before attempting to shut the door.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s up with the kid?” Kuroo’s hand is quick to rest on the door to prevent you from closing it on him. “Is this why you wanted me to come in the middle of the night?”

You swiftly carried Takeru, attempting to shut the door again, just to fail as Kuroo put his hand in between the opening of the door.

“Why? Do you think of me differently now?” you asked bitterly. When he doesn’t say anything, you try to slam the door for what seems like the 100th time. Takeru whines, and you immediately apologize quietly.

“Y/N, c’mon.” Kuroo says, grabbing ahold of your the arm that isn’t carrying the boy. “Can’t we just talk? You’re acting so cold towards me..” he chuckles a bit, sliding his hand that was gripping your arm down to your hand, now intertwining them together. “Get it? Cause it’s literally freezing cold?”

You only roll your eyes at him, before harshly yanking your hand off of his.

“Come in. I don’t want Takeru to get a cold.”

Once you get back from his room, you sit on the chair across from him. There’s an awkward silence at first, it starts off with the both of you making eye contact every now and you then you both look away. Already irritated, you finally speak up.

“What did you come here for, Kuroo?” you sigh in defeat, exhausted from the day you’ve had.

“Kuroo? What’s up with that?” he sounds pretty offended, and you can only bring yourself to sigh once again.

“We’re not dating anymore. It’s been 4 years since I’ve seen you, so I just feel like it’s appropriate for this situation.”

“Situation? Don’t you think you’re being a tad bit over dramatic?”

You shrug.

“and are we just gonna ignore the fact that there’s a literal kid sleeping in this house? Who’s kid is this?”

You look away from him and shrug shyly.

“Holy shit.” he whispers, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Kuroo-! Language!”

“So It’s true?” you turn to face Kuroo with a confused look on your face. Before you can even open your mouth to explain, Kuroo’s already speaking again. “Kenma told me, Y/N—Fucking Kenma! Do you know how that even makes me feel?” He whisper-yelled. He laughs bitterly, before pressing his lips together.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask you this once, and I’m going to need you to be 100% honest with me, okay?”

You nod, taking an nervous gulp.

“Is that kid in the room my child?”

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, staring down at the ground. You only nod, unable to speak due to the lump forming on your throat.

Kuroo doesn’t say anything, he sighs and puts his head down on his knees to cover his face. “Do you know how long I had to drive in this freezing weather? Just for me to find out that I’m a dad?”

He’s talking gently, you can hear the obvious restrain in his voice telling you he’s trying his best not to lose his temper.

You don’t respond, you don’t really know what to say. You feel like a kid who’s getting lectured at by their parent.

“Shit,” he drags. You can tell his anger is slowly rising. “Who the fuck do you think are keeping me from my son?”

Ah, there it is. He’s fully upset now.

“It’s been four years for fucks sake! I’ve been missing out on four years! And the only reason I found out was because Kenma had to tell me!” He angrily runs his hand through his hair before sighing once again. “Which I had to practically beg him to tell me, by the way.”

You on the other hand, were surprised that Kenma actually told Kuroo. Of course, you gave him the consent to, (given the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell kuroo yourself) but you definitely not expecting this.

“I” he lifts his head and straightens his posture. “I wanna see him-”

“No!” It’s not as if you don’t want Kuroo to form a bond with your—you and his child, but at his current state? No way in hell. Who knows what he might actually tell Takeru? “I’m not going to let you see him while you’re still upset. Look Kuroo, I understand why you’re angry and I don’t blame you at all! But it’s already late, and you’re not being yourself.”

“The hell does that mean? You don’t know me. I’m not the same Kuroo I was 4 years ago Y/N.”

You lean back on the chair you’re currently sitting in before letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh really?”

“It’s just like you said. You haven’t spoken to me in 4 years so how could you possibly know?” He crosses his arms before facing your opposite direction. Honestly. He looks like a kid right now. But something he said really hit home for you.

“Because you never let me, Kuroo!” You raised your voice slightly. “We were what—19? 20? I never even planned on ever having children. How do you think I felt when I found out I was pregnant with my ex’s child?”

Kuroo’s eyes widen slightly at your sudden change of emotions. He really wants to understand where you’re coming from, but you just look so hot when you’re frustrated, he thinks.

“And I wanted to tell you—God, I really did, but you never gave me the chance to. I really do want you to meet him, Kuroo. Just not today.”

He sighs and you’re internally praying he doesn’t argue back because you’re already exhausted.

“Fine,” He shrugs “So when can I meet him, then?”

“Well, I was planning on taking him to the park and getting frozen yogurt tomorrow. You can come if you want.”

“Sounds great—“

“On one condition.” You lift your pointer finger to stop him, making him nod is head confusingly. “You’re only coming as a ‘friend’. You cannot mention, or ask Takeru questions about father related stuff. Not until he’s comfortable with you.”

Kuroo looks like he’s about to disagree, until you glare at him and he sighs in defeat. “Fine.” He mutters. “Actually, It’s a smart idea, y/n.” He smiles. “you’re so smart.”

“shut up.”

“right.”

He stands up from where he’s seated awkwardly, walking towards the front door waiting for you to kick him out.

“Wait!”

he turns around, humming while his hands are still placed on the door.

“Since you drove an hour to get here, y-you should probably stay here. It’s dangerous out there.” you say shyly, staring at the ground.

“Aw, is my sweet Y/N concerned about me? So you do care for me even after all these years, huh?”

“No. I don’t. You’re just the father of my child.”

“your ears are turning red, babe.” he chuckles when you immediately cover your ears with your hands. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to bother you or Takeru. I’ll see you tomorrow-“

“You’re not!” you quickly cover your mouth with your hands. Dammit y/n, don’t give him what he’s basically asking for.

His eyes widen, a smirk already developing on his face and all you want to do is slap it off.

“Okay, hun. If you insist.” grinning, Kuroo looks down at the couch before scratching the back of his head. “I’m gonna need some pillows and a blanket though. Unless you want me to sleep in the bed with you, then—“

Dear God. This man needs to go touch grass.

Clapping your hands to interrupt him form continuing his inappropriate sentence, you give him a fake smile. “You know what? Just for that comment, you’re going to actually be sleeping on the couch. I was going to let you have my bed and I sleep on the couch but it seems like you don’t really deserve it. I’m going to get you some pillows. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You’re saying that like you’re leaving me in the house alone with our kid—“

“His name is Takeru, Kuroo.”

“Right, I knew that.”

Not even an hour later...

“Tetsuro.”

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve tried to wake Kuroo up, and he still hasn’t even moved an inch.

“Tetsu.”

Not even the nickname you know he loves wakes him up.

“Kuroo!” you hit him with the pillow you brought from your room, causing him to groan in pain.

“Jesus,” he stretches, “Is it morning already?”

“No.”

“So why did you do that?”

You’re looking away from him now, gripping onto your pillow tighter.

“I..”

“You..?” He shakes his head in annoyance, he doesn’t understand why you had to hit him so hard with your pillow.

“Ihadabaddream.”

He bursts into laughter.

“You idiot. What’s so damn funny?” You scoff, crossing your arms. If you knew he’d annoy you this much you would’ve told him to leave by now. He hasn’t even been here for 2 hours and he’s already annoying the shit out of you.

“You’re 23-“

“Oh shut up! Since when does age have anything to do with my nightmares! It’s probably because you’re around.”

“Oh really?” he challenges, using his hands to wipe away the tears that have formed due to how hard he was laughing. “You really haven’t changed at all. Oh, this is too good. What? Want me to tuck you into bed?” He juts his lip out, obviously mocking you.

Don’t punch him, Y/N. It won’t be worth it.

“You look uncomfortable. Come to my bed.”

“And do what?” He asks cheekily.

“I cannot stand you. I was trying to be a nice person but obviously you’re not being appreciative. Have fun sleeping on the couch, loser—“

“I’ll come. Only cause you’re such a cutie.”

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