#i want to draw him but i got so pissed earlier I couldn't even think straight 😭😭 SO I DIDN'T

[metaldevilll]

vivilly thoughts in my brained

[hobiebrownismygod]

Tired Pt. 2

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

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Part 1 | Part 2 (current)

"Aww love come on-"

He jumped back as the door was shut in his face. He sighed, covering his face with his hands in annoyance, leaning against your bedroom door. "Open the door, love, please."

After you'd jumped away from him so quickly earlier, he knew he had to have a conversation with you. He couldn't understand what he could have possibly done to piss you off this badly.

He'd struggled to catch up with you, pull you, try to hold you back from running away from him, but he realized he’d really messed up when you webbed his hand against the wall, ran into your room, and locked the door.

He’d never seen you do anything like it.

“Love-“ he sighed, pressing his forehead against your door irritably. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

“I just want to be alone for some time.” You called back as you curled up in a corner of your tiny room, burying your face in your knees. “Go away.”

Your quiet muffled voice sent a blaze of pain through his heart and he groaned, weakly pressing his fist against the door for a moment before doing as you said and walking away.

The moment his footsteps were out of earshot, you broke down.

But it only took a few minutes for him to come back, footsteps drawing near.

“What are you doing?” You called out with a sniffle as you glared at the shadow that’d appeared underneath your door.

“Picking the lock-“ he muttered, shoving a paper clip into the little lock hole and jimmying it around. “You think you can shut me out that easy? You’re wrong-“ he let out a quiet grunt as he popped the lock open.

“Hobie wait-“

Too late.

He barged in, shoulder slamming into the door so hard that it nearly flew off its hinges. He looked around the room for a moment before he gaze landed on you, sitting in the corner, with tears streaming down your face.

His gaze softened.

“Aww, dove-“ he said softly, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. “What happened? What did I do?” He asked pleadingly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How do I fix it?”

“You didn’t do anything” you sniffled, pulling your face out of his hands, wiping your eyes. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Ugh-“ he scoffed, crouching as he glared at you. “Stop lying to me. You’re mad at me and I don’t know why.” He said annoyedly. “You can’t do this, love. You’ve gotta speak up.”

“I don’t gotta do anything.” You scoffed right back, folding your arms over your chest. “I told you to leave me alone!”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, crawling over and sitting down next to you. “I’m a rule breaker. You knew that when you got with me.”

Your expression faltered. “Got with you?” You repeated. “What do you mean got with you?”

“You know- got with me.” He repeated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Decided to stick with me.”

“What are we?”

He stared at you at the sudden question, eyes wide. “That’s…kind of a broad question, innit?” He asked with a slightly nervous laugh, leaning back. “Is that why you were mad at me? Because what- I- I called you my roommate?” He stammered in shock.

You looked down at your knees, you expression souring. “Maybe.”

“You know I don’t like answering that question, love. I know what we are…you know what we are…do we really need a lab-“

“I don’t know what we are!” You cut him off irritably, glaring up at him. “I have no idea what we are because you keep switching it up! One moment I’m your ‘love’, the ‘best thing that’s ever happened to you’, the next moment I’m your ‘roommate’! What am I?” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up.

“You’re- you’re-“ he stuttered, unsure of how to respond. “You’re mine. Isn’t that enough?”

“And what does that even mean?” You asked, looking back away from him, shaking your head in frustration.

“It means I love you. And I’m sorry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “You what?”

His hand went to your throat, holding in gently between his thumb and index to turn your gaze towards him. He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, pulling back quickly with a quiet sigh. “I love you.”

You stared at him for a moment before pulling him towards you and kissing him back harder. “I love you too” you murmured against his lips, eyes closed in bliss.

He smiled as you pulled away, holding you to keep his forehead pressed against yours. “So do you forgive me?”

“that wasn’t forgiveness. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You’re mine. There’s your answer.” He scoffed, leaning in for another kiss. “Not enough” you pressed a finger against his lip to stop him, giving him a knowing look. “What am I?”

“Alright, alright-“ he gave in, looking at you with a smile, “-you’re my girl. How about that?”

You grinned, kissing his cheek gently. “Not your roommate?” You teased. “Nah. My girl.” He whispered, kissing you back with his hand pulling around your waist to hold you close. “I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[motorcycleboy9]

My take on The Outsiders Modern AU (I'll maybe draw something on that later)

Ponyboy Curtis

transmasculine agender, bisexual, he>they(she)

- ponyboy isn't his real name, but a nickname he picked in 2020, when first realized he's transmasc. kinda regrets it but everyone already got used to it.

- is short and insecure about it

- likes dressing nicely, but doesn't really have money for any good clothes. steals some old pieces from soda's closet.

- bisexual. though had a pre-trans phase when he thought that he only liked girls.

- listens to the smiths & arctic monkeys

- hadn't start on smoking yet, but thinks that with amount of stress in his life will start eventually. probably will do the vape ones, especially if they're chocolate flavored.

- mrs. curtis is alive in this setting, but mr. curtis died in car crash. so yeah, she's a single mom, though darry's trying to help her out.

- he and johnny share the same interest - manga. that's probably how they became friends. (they went to the same middle school)

Johnny Cade

gay guy, he/they

- grows his hair out, though doesn't really know how to manage it (it has wavy texture)

- has conservative parents who are aware he's gay. neglected him ever since, and even said stuff sort of a "you are not our son anymore", which made johnny hate his own household.

- in a world where not all of the se hinton's characters are white I would like to think that johnny's mom is filipino. (he's probably half or 1/4th)

- doesn't smoke cause the smell makes him start coughing badly. and also because his parents smoke a lot, and he doesn't want to be like them.

- broke his leg and back once. not because of saving kids in a burning church this time though. probably a much more stupid reason.

- actually liked being in the hospital cause then he didn't have to see his family & couldn't go to school.

- have been bullied in middle school. pony was the person who tried to help him out, but couldn't have done much.

Dallas Winston

cis guy, bisexual (in denial), he/him

- has christian parents and got a religious trauma.

- got pretty conservative views because of the church, but is trying to work it through.

- told johnny that only girls and gays wear long hair. the thing is johnny's actually gay. and Dallas is indeed wrong.

- had a breakdown when realized that he likes guys.

- started smoking to piss off his parents, but actually got into a habit. hates vaping, thinks that they're not 'real stuff'

- used to be a bully in middle school and earlier (he and johnny went to different middle schools, though. so no, he didn't bully Johnny)

- sometimes when he runs away from his parents at night, he goes to Johnny's place. and then they both go and hang out somewhere.

- brags about living in New York for a few years. everyone thinks it's tuff. but no one knows what he was actually doing there. (me neither)

thanks to everyone who read this to the end! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. also, I would really appreciate it if you would help me think of any headcanons for Shepards, Cherry, Steve or Two-bit. and stay tuned for the next part.

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Nothing New

Previous

The group had set up camp for the night, though Natalia was restless, she wanted to go home, she needed to go home, and she was pissed at her friend for being the one to convince her to go.

She needed to be with her kids, it was killing her to not know what was going on, and how she acted out, she was terrified that anything could happen to them, where would Alpha draw the line? She'd proven plenty of times before that she didn't care for the lives of children.

Natalia was nervously scratching at her arm, staring into the firey flames as she thought of every bad scenario that could happen, she couldn't help it, that was until the distraction of Carol walking away, brought her back.

"She ain't been the same since she got off that boat." Daryl told Michonne. "Maybe she's better off on it. Found some peace, you know."

"Hey. She belongs with us." Michonne told him. "She ain't sleeping either. She's out all night looking for them."

"We gotta take care of them." Natalia stood up from the log. "This isn't like Negan, no ones holding the weight of peace over our heads. You shouldn't of stopped her." She looked at Michonne.

"Nat, this is different."

"Don't talk to me like that, Mich. I know what the stakes are and what they're-"

"Are you, do you really, cause that punch you threw earlier, doesn't have me so convinced that you do." Michonne snapped.

"You're lucky it was just a punch. After what she did, what she's done, and to do this! Sometimes it feels like Rick never really left, cause you filled his spot, just rolling over and taking whatever shit is handed to us."

"Don't you dare-" Michonne pointed at her, her jaw clenched.

"Do you even know why we left, Michonne? Why we ran away to live in the woods? Because I couldn't stand to be in that place any longer, to hear the things people said about that man, having my daughter go behind my back and converse with him, keeping him around as a constant reminder to them, to us about what he did, what he did to us, to me! Whilst you all defended him! And now, he's out walking about, with freedom, getting to do what the hell he feels like doing, gaining sympathy from the people who forgot, being around my children!"

"And he's the one who saved the twins!" Michonne shouted.

"He what?" Daryl tuned into the conversation, the one he had been desperately trying to block out.

"Oh, yeah! Your wife never bothered to mention this to you." Michonne turned to him.

"Mich, stop, just shut up." Natalia shook her head.

"During the snow storm, which was, hm let me think, five months ago! As they were evacuating everyone to Aaron's house, the twins ended up wandering off and getting lost, Negan was the one to go out and find them, bring them back, not Nat, but he did, when no one else bothered."

"You know full well it wasn't li-"

"Nat." Daryl growled.

"Daryl, honey, it wasn't like that, we had no choice-"

"You didn't tell me?" He asked. "Why the hell didn't you tell me!"

"Because I knew you would react like this!"

"Bullshit! I had a right to know that ma girls almost died when I weren't even there, then to find out he saved them-"

"Exactly, you are never here!"

She couldn't elaborate further as gun shots ran out, alerting everyone.

"Carol." The three muttered as they ran towards the sound.

"What happened?" Daryl asked her as she got up from the ground.

"Whisperers. Three of them." She explained.

"Walkies on. Split up, north, west. We'll take east. Capture! Do not kill!"

"Yeah, because why the hell would we wanna do that?" Natalia snarked.

"Let's go." Michonne gritted through her teeth.

"Way ahead of you."

The four walked staggeredly apart, all with things on their mind but no time to delve into it, instead, they focused on the task at hand, but there was nothing to find.

"No sign of them anywhere" Michonne shared, after speaking to Laura on the walkie. "No traces, no tracks, nothing. You're sure you saw three?" She asked Carol.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"Carol... how long you been taking those pills for?" She looked down at the bottle in Carol's hand.

"Since I got back. It's fine. They're like coffee. We can't stay out here."

"Alright. Find a place with walls, hole up for a little while." Daryl suggested. "Get some sleep."

Natalia scoffed, turning away.

"Something you'd like to say, Nat?" Michonne called her out.

"What's the point in wasting my breath, clearly whatever I think wouldn't matter to you, cause oh right, I'm out here, aren't I." She stomped forward.

They had reached an academy High school, meeting up with the others there.

Michonne was the first to enter, waiting a moment before going further, letting the others spread out to look around.

"Its clear." Daryl whispered, stepping away from a broken door.

Carol had walked towards it, accidently kicking a book on the floor, Natalia jumped at the sound but ultimately ignored it, moving on, whilst Daryl waited back for his friend.

"You two, get down here." She told Griffin and Laura.

"Gotcha." He nodded.

"Keep watch on the east end."

They stepped away, Carol and Daryl had wandered somewhere else, hopefully to talk about Carols new pill fascination.

"I'm sorry." Michonne muttered so lowly, that Natalia almost missed it.

"Mhm." She hummed, as she looked around, seeing no signs of walkers.

"Nat, I mean it, okay."

"What for?"

Michonne let out a sigh, thinking about her words carefully.

"For dragging you out here, for... for grassing on you, I don't know."

She was quiet for a moment.

"Then I'm sorry, too, for everything, I'm.. I, I'm just so scared." Natalia's voice wobbled, as she admitted this.

Michonne was thrown off, Natalia Dixon wasn't scared, she was never scared, that wasn't her, it just wasn't.

"Y'know, Carol left Henry's care in my hands, and... whilst he and Enid were fighting for their lives, with Tara and the others, I was watching a fucking movie, with my kids, I didn't keep him safe-"

"Nat, that wasn't your fault." Michonne tried to soothe her.

"But- but it was, it was my job to keep him safe, and I failed, and Carol- Evie, what they had to see... what it did to them. What if I can't keep my own kids safe, Mich, what- what if she goes after them, because of what I did."

"Natalia, stop it." Michonne placed her hands on her friends shoulders. "They are fine, okay, they're safe in Alexandria, we have patrols, protocols and lots of people who would risk their own lives to keep them safe, besides, you turned the twins and Evie into fine little fighters, they can protect their own if it ever came down to it. And when we get back, you can continue hovering over them, watching their every move, because you're a damn good mother."

Natalia bowed her head, as she hugged her friend, holding her tightly as she allowed a few tears to slip, she'd blame it on the exhaustion.

Michonne hugged her, resting her chin on her shoulder as she rubbed her back.

"You're an fucking amazing mom, too." Natalia pulled away, wiping at her eyes.

"Thank you." She chuckled.

The two woman moved to sit on the floor, leaning against each other as they rested, sharing anecdotes about the weird or funny things their kids have done, whilst sharing their milestones and achievements, Michonne didn't bother calling Natalia out when she had stared talking about Lydia, as if the girl was her own.

Screaming and what sounded like struggle, alerted them.

They ran towards the Gymnasium, meeting the others there, as they found Carol, badly injured, glass was stuck in her arm, they had to get back to Alexandria.

Michonne, Daryl and Natalia waited outside the infirmary whilst Siddiq and Dante worked to fix Carol up, and eventually they had come outside.

"She alright?" Daryl eagerly asked.

"I-..." Siddiq looked for words, but was soon cut off.

"He got it out." Dante grinned widely, walking out behind him. "She's all patched up and out like a light."

"Great." Daryl responded, as the three walked into the place.

Once they were positive she was okay, Natalia had convinced Daryl to go home and get some sleep.

What they weren't expecting to see, when they got home was Evie and Lydia layed down on the couches, knocked out, dozing away, Lydia's stick was leaned beside her, whilst Evie held a knife in her fist, a gun was tucked under the cushion she was resting her head on.

"We should wake them." Natalia sighed, carefully slipping the weapons away from her daughter.

"You think this was their idea of keeping watch?" Daryl asked, looking at them unimpressed.

"Daryl, they're kids, they obviously tried, I think." She moved back, tiptoeing towards the big bookshelf beside the mantle, picking up one of the heavy books. "One... two..." She mouthed to Daryl, before dropping it hard, alerting the girls a good distance out of reach.

Just as she predicted, they both shot out of their seats, reaching for their desired weapons sporadically.

"That was mean." Daryl hummed.

"Hey, its us, 'kay, it's just us." As the two girls eyes settled on the pair, realising there was no real danger. "What were you two doing?"

"Mom?" Evie asked, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm, as Lydia stifled a yawn.

"Dad's here, too." She replied.

"Why ain't you both in bed?" Daryl asked them.

"Wanted to make sure nothing happened whilst you were gone, protect the kids, and Lydia refused to go to the room."

"Seems like you were both doing a great job." He sassed.

"What, Lydia, you said you would be on watch." Evie pointed at her.

"No, it was your turn, you were supposed to."

"Liar, you were."

"Hey, hey. doesn't matter, alright, we're home now, and nothing happened." Natalia assured them, brushing Evie's blonde hair out of her face, kissing her head.

"What happened to your hand?" Lydia asked, inspecting her bruised knuckles.

Evie grabbed her mothers hand, looking at her fist with her own eyes.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything." She rolled her eyes.

"Dad, who did she hit?" Evie looked at the man.

"Evie!" Natalia looked at her, feeling betrayed.

"Yer mom just lost her cool, alright, don' matter." He couldn't help as his eyes wandered to the dark haired girl.

But Evie hadn't missed this.

"Her mother?" She asked, as if she were about to give an lecture. "You totally punched her Mom, didn't you?"

"You what?" Lydia stood up. "What happened?" She demanded to know.

"Hey, the kids are asleep, keep your voices down." Natalia tried to shush them.

"Mom, what happened out there?"

She shared a look with her husband, a look of question or a look of help, neither of them were sure.

"She's demanding more land, for them crossing into her land, she's cutting off our hunting grounds, made a comment about Henry, so Carol tried to shoot her, Michonne stopped her..."

"So you punched her." Evie finished.

Lydia stormed out of the room, towards the basement, not bothering to say a word to anyone.

Evie shook her head.

"I'm disappointed." Evie looked down. 

"Excuse me?" Natalia laughed.

"Look, I get she's an evil, evil person, believe me, I know." The girl shivered. "But that's still her mom, she still misses her, sometimes, late at night, I have to convince her not to leave, to not run back to her. Would have thought that you of all people would understand."

She then followed the girl to their room.

"Fuck sake." Natalia groaned, sitting down on the couch, her head in her hands.

Daryl came and sat down with her, his hand holding her thigh, as his thumb rubbed circles over her skin.

"They'll get over it, you done worse things." He said, his idea of making her feel better.

"Yeah, like what?" She asked rhetorically.

"Like keeping the secret that my kids almost died, when I weren't here, from me."

"And what would you have done with the information if I had told you?" She challenged.

He thought about it for a second, clearly frustrated by the question, as his jaw clenched, his nostril flared slightly, before his ears perked, and he looked towards the stairs.

"You hear that?" He asked.

And then she did, a slight thudding, then tiny whispers of assurance.

"There you go, nearly there." A voice came from the stairs before more thuds.

"Almost there, buddy, you're such a big boy, now."

"Girls? What are you doing with your brother?" Natalia called, as she got up from the couch, to go look what was going on, Daryl followed.

They found their three youngest all sat on the stairs, Archie was squished between the twins, as they seemed to be "bumping" down the stairs.

"He's too little to walk down them, and we're too little to carry him down, so we're pretending it's a slide." Bambi explained.

The corners of Natalia's mouth twitched up as she looked at her babies, how pure they were.

"Momma. Dada." Archie called, his hands waving in the air, Daisy was quick to grab a hold of his middle, making sure he didn't topple down the four stairs.

"I got ya, lil man." Daryl picked up his son, running his hand over the blond curls, that were starting to fade into a strawberry blond colour.

"What are the three of you even doing up?" Natalia asked them.

"We were asleep, but all your big mouths woke us up." Daisy rolled her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around Natalia's neck, leaning her head on her Mothers shoulder.

"Sorry, sweetheart, was yer mom arguing with the girls." Daryl told her, taking Bambi's hand and walking up the stairs.

"We were not arguing, we were just having a conversation about grown up stuff." Natalia corrected, scooping Daisy up in her arms, squeezing her tight as she followed her husband.

"Daddy, did Lydia's Mommy hurt anyone, again?" Bambi asked.

"Uncle Aaron said that she was an evil lady." Daisy chimed in. "I don't want her to hurt you guys."

"Well, yer Mom got her own back, she got her good." Daryl smirked.

"What did you do?" Bambi looked over her shoulder.

"Did you kill her?"

"No, No I didn't kill her, I just... hit her, hard." She admitted. "Y'know, like how Aunt Ro taught you."

"Mommy! That's so cool!" Daisy grinned. "I want to punch her, too!"

"Nah, It ain't cool, you don' needa be punching up anyone" Daryl told her, which was hypocritical.

"Daddy, have you ever punched anyone?" Bambi asked.

Natalia snorted at this.

"He's done a lot worse than that, darling."

"Cool." Daisy smiled. "They all deserved it, right?"

"Always." He answered.

It had turned out, that the kids had been sleeping in their beds, whilst they were away, Dog was still in there, layed out on his back, in his own little bed of blankets, hadn't even bothered to come greet them, that's how tired he was.

"Daddy, can you tell us a story about your brothers, Uncle Merle and Uncle Rick?" Daisy asked.

"Ooh, tell them about how I first met your brother, that's a good one." Natalia chimed in, as they all climbed into bed.

"Yeah, that's uh... that was an exhausting day for all of us, mainly cause yer uncle Merle's an huge dumbass who don' know when ta keep his trap shut." He chuckled.

"That's like you." Bambi told Daisy.

"It is not!" She resented, holding her bunny tightly, twirling her hair around her finger as she snuggled into Natalia.

"'Kay, so, yer mom had just broke into this place we were held up... where the main prick, a pirate, yer mom liked ta call him, if you wanna know why, yer gonna have to ask yer aunt Michonne that." Daryl started. "Anyway, she come's in, guns blazing with yer uncle Rick..." The kids listened eagerly whilst Daryl told the story, not wanting to miss an single detail, as they fought sleep to hear what happened next, and that's how the rest of the night went, until everyone was soundly asleep, cosied together.

They were given one peaceful day, one day where they were able to just live inside the walls, it even gave Natalia, Michonne and Daryl to organise a family dinner with all the kids, Evie had turned the offer down, instead to stay at the infirmary and help out, and Lydia wanted to practise, instead, Carol stayed in her room, Daryl took her food up to her on a tray.

It was fun, and happy, and well deserved, full of laughter, jokes and catch ups on the good things that were going on.

But that was until news of an incident in Hilltop came over the radio.

A tree had fallen down in the middle of the night, knocking over a wall and leaving nine injured, Michonne had taken Evie and Judith over, leaving the rest at home.

Evie was eager to get away from not only her parents, but her roommate, and she was happy to put her healing skills to good use, considering with having two doctors now, she felt mostly useless around them.

RJ was in the temporary care of the Dixons, which was good, because the twins seemed to have taken a keen liking to the boy, and they had started schooling together, though, Amelia, the teacher, had already reported back about the mischief the three were causing in the class, which they discovered to mostly be Daisy's mastermind plans.

Lydia had been creative on the bullying she'd received by Gage and two of his friends, Daryl had been running around all day getting her out of trouble, and away from Negan, who he was blaming her behaviour on.

Her latest stunt was catching a squirrel and dissecting it on their lunch table, Gabriel had been the one to report to them, but he had also sat and watched by as it happened.

Natalia had been busy repainting their front door, that someone had wrote the words "Silence the Whisperers" All over.

They had no idea who it was, but it was obvious who the message was intended for, she had raised her voice with obvious threats to passingbyers not only about the vandalism, but the harassment of Lydia, she wouldn't have it, the girl had suffered enough, and it was about damn time everyone backed off.

At dinner time, Lydia had refused to come out of the basement for food.

"What the hell is she doing down there?" Natalia grumbled, putting down her fork.

"Just leave it, I'll take her food down later, her problem if its cold." Daryl told her, cutting up RJ's deer steak. "Dais, don' throw pea's at yer brother."

"He was giving me funny looks." She defended herself.

"He's a baby." RJ replied.

"You're a baby." She told him.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are." Bambi joined in. "You're only five, that's such a baby age."

"You were five last month!"

"Yeah, but we're not now, we're six, and you're not a big kid until you're six." Daisy made up.

"So, by that logic, the two of you are cutting up yer own food, an' doing yer chores after dinner." Daryl told them.

"No, no we're just babies, babies can't do chores, Daddy, duh" Daisy switched up.

"Yeah! We're so little, we can't possibly do that." Bambi shook her head, her pigtails flying around.

"I'm gonna go see what she's up to." Natalia decided, getting up from her chair, after ignoring everyone at the table, too focused on the girl.

"Nat... why do I bother." Daryl sighed to himself, dropping his opinion.

Natalia went down the stairs, hesitating at the girls door, before pushing herself to knock.

"Lydia?" She called. "We're all having dinner upstairs, and we would really like you to join in, don' want the food going to waste.... And you don' wanna eat it later, when it's all cold and mushy... Lydia?" When she received no answer, she finally opened the door, letting it swing open. "Lydia."

But low and behold, the room was completely empty.

"Lydia!" She called, but the girl still had not appeared. "Oh my god! Daryl!" Natalia ran back up the stairs. "Daryl!"

"What?" He caught her before she could run him over.

"She's gone, Lydia's not in her room."

"Okay, so maybe she just went on a walk." He shrugged.

"Yeah, right, sure, in a town full of people who hate her, this is your fault, after giving her such a hard time about fitting in!"

"Hey, don' spin this on me, she likes walking, burning off steam, sure she's fine."

"I'm gonna go look for her, stay with the kids." Natalia told him, grabbing her belt of knifes and placing them around her waist.

"Yeah, no, you don' need that."

"You don't know what could've happened, cause you're the one who scared her off."

"I was trying to help her." The man was getting visibly frustrated. "Least take Dog."

"Fine, Dog! Come on." She called.

"Mommy, where are you going?" Daisy called from the kitchen.

"Mommy's just gonna take a lil walk, okay? Daddy's gonna stay with you."

"I wanna come!" Bambi piped up.

"Aunt Nat, can I come?" RJ asked.

"No, you're all gonna stay here, whilst Daddy/Uncle Daryl do pudding."

"Awe." The kids groaned.

"Go on, at least keep an eye on them, make sure they don't sneak out." Natalia tested, opening up the door, and leaving.

"How the hell is this my fault, we've been together the whole night." Daryl growled to himself, shaking his head as he shuffled back to the kitchen.

"Lydia?" Natalia called, wrapping her arms around herself, in the cool spring evening.

"You lost the girl?" Marigold, an elder lady, asked, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, on her front porch.

"No, Mari, she just went on a walk, but it's dinner time now." She smiled politely.

"Should keep that girl on a leash, you seen what she's been doing to this place, causing chaos, we've suffered enough." She added. "Whilst your at it, put those twins of yours on one, too, don' need them meddling in anyone's business anymore, do better to mind their own and concentrate in school."

"Okay, Marigold, have a good evening." She turned away, dropping the kind expression instantly. "And choke to death." Natalia muttered lowly.

"What was that, dear?" The old bat called.

"Nothing." She replied, walking at a faster pace to get away.

Her calls for Lydia, soon turned into a hiss.

That was until someone grabbed her tightly, covering her mouth before she could scream.

She panted heavily as she stared wide eyed at the one person she never thought would over power her like this, again. Negan Smith.

He held a finger to his lips as he waited for her to attack.

"Follow, they got her." He murmured lowly, before letting go, moving towards the hanging clothes, Natalia followed right behind, and that's when she let her ears listen.

Lydia was crying, as  people were attacking her?

Negan pushed through an bedsheet, that was hung like a curtain, throwing a woman as he pulled a man off the girl, pointing at another boy, Gage.

Natalia didn't give them much attention, as she ran towards the girl in her care, collapsing to the ground beside her, placing her head in her lap as she hyperventilated.

"Hye, it's okay, you're okay, you're gonna be okay, kid." She repeated over and over, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"We were just trying to scare her." Gage stammered, as Lydia wrapped her arms around Natalia's waist, holding her for dear life, as she tried to slow down her breathing.

"Yo, Negan!" Brandon shouted, emerging through the bedsheet. "What the hell's going on back here?"

"Hey, hey, focus on me, ignore them, okay, just take deep breathes." Natalia coached, wiping at the blood spewing from her upper lip and nose.

"Holy shit. Margo." The other man, gasped, running towards the woman. "Margo!"

They all looked round, to find the woman very clearly dead, her head was bleeding profusely, as her limp body layed against the wall Negan threw her at.

"Shit." Negan sighed, as he stood up away from Natalia and Lydia, realising his actions, and what he had done.

More people had appeared, and people were angry.

Siddiq dealt with the body as Daryl had joined Natalia's side, in trying to keep Lydia calm and stable.

"Freak, this is your fault!" Gage spat at the girl.

"It was Negan! Negan killed her!" Matthew spoke up, talking to the growing crowd.

"No, he didn't do anything wrong!" Lydia denied. "No, it wasn't... He didn't do anything."

"I know, hey, I know, it's okay." Natalia spoke in a soft quiet voice, only to her, continuing to brush her hair with her fingers.

"Now get him out of here!" Daryl ordered Brandon.

"Please!" Lydia started kicking as she cried, again.

"Move!"

"No, he didn't do anything wrong!" She screamed.

"I know. I know. I know." Daryl repeated.

"He didn't do anything wrong." She continued.

"I was there, I saw it, I know he didn't." Natalia defended the man, only for the girls sake. "Hey, everyone, shows over, those waves still ain't over, scram!" She demanded.

"No, please! No." Lydia's voice broke as the couple tried to soothe her, as the others took Negan back to his cell. "Please. Please."

"Lydia, just breathe, okay, before you throw up, just... look at me, breathe." Natalia took a deep breath in, holding it before letting go, encouraging the girl to copy. "You deal with this. I'll take her to Dante." Natalia told her husband, helping the girl up. "They attacked her, Daryl, they were going to beat her to death if he didn't stop them."

"I'll handle it." He nodded.

"It's alright, I got you, sweet girl." Natalia let Lydia hold onto her tightly, as they walked together to the infirmary.

"My arm, my arm hurts." She whimpered.

"Okay, that's okay, we can let Dante know, and he'll make it better, alright?"

Natalia didn't flinch from her side the whole time Dante fixed her up, placing an ice pack under her injured arm, also to help with her ribs.

Eventually Daryl joined them, too.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." He spoke to her, carefully.

She gave no response, staying curled up, as if he was never there.

"Lydia." He touched her arm.

"He was so sweaty." She said, after a second. "Never liked deodorant. Said it... it made his armpits itchy. So I got used to it. Sometimes he smelled like garlic and onions. I miss him."

"Who's that?" Daryl asked.

"My dad." She started to cry, again. "My dad would've protected me."

Daryl sat down on the other side of the girl.

"Tell me what happened." He said.

"I'll give you guys some space." Natalia breathed, going to stand up, so that they could talk in private.

"No, don't go." Lydia latched onto her arm, "Please, stay with me."

"Okay, okay, yeah, if you want me to." She settled back down, placing her own hand over the girls, rubbing lazy circles over the back of it, something Daryl did with her, to calm her down, or just to calm himself.

She looked towards him, but he only nodded.

Then, Lydia sniffled, looking up between the pair, her eyes were still wild as she tried to focus.

"Negan saved my life. Just like he saved the twins."

Daryl wrapped an arm around her, as she burst into sobs at the reality of the situation, Natalia kept her hold on the girls hand, planning what she was going to say to the council, to defend the person she hated the most in the world.

Next

[monster0sinful]

Am I the asshole for leaving my online friend for having a massive emotional baggage? You see, I met this online friend of mine on Twitter (X) four years ago during the pandemic. I noticed that at first, he would only talk about his own interests while not letting me talk about mine because I wanted to share rather than to listen to him all of the time, I called him out on that. We started out fine and then we would get into frequent arguments, I'm not sure it's because I'm very confrontational when I'm pissed, we have different world views or we're emotionally incompatible (what one of my friends thinks that was the case).

I don't condone on some nasty stuff I said to him while we were arguing, I still don't to this day. I know this is going to sound strange but despite our frequent arguments we were very close that he viewed me as his big sister figure, that was only because we talked about our interests all the time. When I was feeling down or unhappy, he tries to cheer me up due to him being very overwhelmed by the negativity, he couldn't handle it. I forgot to mention that he was autistic and suffered from CPTSD.

I tried to help him, tried to mentally guide him on how to help himself although he seemed appreciative of my efforts but recently he admitted that either doesn't know how to help himself or don't want to get help. I felt that I wasted four years trying to help him and it would've been nice that he told me that earlier instead of letting me continue trying all for nothing.

Oh and don't get me started on his friend. When my online friend would show me his drawings on Discord and when I said "nice" he would immediately think that I sound disappointed/unimpressed no matter if I reassured him, he still thinks that I'm feeling like that because it turned out his friend told him that when someone says "nice" on art, that means that they're unimpressed. I have to say that's the stupidest shit I ever heard to be quite honest.

My online friend doesn't stand up for himself against that friend of his, he let's him walk all over him and basically be a doormat to others. He would get sassy and rude when I tried to point out that friend of his is no good. Oh and that same friend judged him for liking My Little Pony making him lose interest in it. I'm like "this dude will believe anything his friend says to heart whether be positive or negative". He had a fall out with that said friend a few years later recently.

The last straw was that he said "Unlike most people, I still got positivity" and I think that he tried to take a swipe at me with that phrase. I got pissed when he said that and I should've called him out big time but I didn't. I called him out so bad on his past shitty occasional behavior that he had a mental breakdown while in his drunken stupor plus admitting that he's an asshole. At this point, we left each other, I couldn't take it anymore and accepted that he didn't want help.

Oh and he would trauma dump on me on occasion like when I greet him or out of nowhere without any warning. I did the similar thing by talking about a certain topic that triggers him a few times and I don't condone that either even when it's out of morbid curiosity on my part.

[thehoundwrites]

Intense

MDNI 18+ only. Kinktober day 1; Hatesex

John (Homelander) x Female!Wanda!Reader

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Description: Kinktober coming early for John homelander cuz that's what he does. You're a supe and a part of the seven with powers similar to Wanda, you despise Homelander then you fuck him

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Hatesex, Violence, Murder, Blood, No morals, Roof sex, Dub con, Stalking, Choking, p in v, deep throating, breeding, cumplay, extremely rough sex, blood kink, semi-public sex, d/s, slurring, dominant/submissive, injury, masochism, sadism, yandere like behavior, sexual violence (not assault), insults, pregnancy kink, no aftercare

Word count: 1871

Proof read: No

The fact is, he's despicable and cruel, and a ticking time bomb. And Vaught teaming you up with him, was the worst idea they've come up with yet. You suppose though, having psychokinesis, and telekinetic powers was useful in having him under control.

You knew he was watching you like the disgusting creep he is, yet. You couldnt help but to fuck with him more. He hated that. But what could be done but throw tantrums. You didn't give a rat's ass who he killed as long as he left you out of it. But then. He didn't.

Then your mission took a dark turn, blood spattered along your body, your skin tight suit soaked in bitter red, your eyes darted towards him, angry but in shock. How could he get away with this? He's so vile, loathsome. How did you ever look up to him?

Before you knew it you're gloved hands pushed him, you had strength through your powers still you didn't expect it to damage him. But when he flew back a few yards and landed on the ground you smiled, blood from the innocent man he killed got in your mouth.

"Not so tough now!!" You laughed, his eyes shot red laser beams towards you, you didn't think you'd survive but you did. He was just as shocked as you, blue eyes staring at the burn in your uniform, hypnotized, blinking for a moment before slowly approaching. "Are you done?"

Your fists shot up ready to fight. "I guess not" You ended up landing two punches: a fake to his arm and one to his jaw, as he bit his own tongue. He looked pissed, repeated punches to your stomach before he slammed you against the warehouse wall by your throat, you couldn't help but to shut your eyes, the impact was painful, your skull bounced against the bricks and a small gasp escaped your your hands tearing the skin on his arm, making him bleed.

You spat in his face, and his arm let you go, choking on air.

"You fucking bitch, I'll kill you" he seethed his eyebrows furrowing along with the rest of his disgusting loose skinned face.

"You're an animal"

He backed you into the wall you were just in, pieces of brick shattering echoed through the warehouse. But you smacked him drawing blood from his nose this time the blood from the earlier fight still leaking out of his mouth, both of your suits covered in more.

Before he leaned in his face so close to yours you felt his hot breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine, his sharp fang chewing at his bottom lip, cold blue eyes looking into yours. "Do it again" his nostrils flared, the corner of his mouth raising into a sneer.

Your emotions were intense, but you attacked him just like you wanted, but instead you kneed him where it counted. He hunched over even more, his face now level with yours. You liked the look of pain in his eyes. You never saw it before, your hands reached to the sides of his face and lifted his lips to yours before your knee better.

His red gloves grabbed your hips and pushed you into the wall, his hardon making his skin tight suit tighter as he pushed it into your stomach.

"You're pathetic" he whispered in your ear his hands trailing up your sides until he reached your arms and spun you to the ground.

You grunted, your back aching from fighting, you took off your gloves and stood up "And your a piece of shit"

You charged at him, swiping your legs from beneath him and making him fall to his knees, your hands chin as you pushed it against the wall, inches away from the bottom of your practically a bikini super suit, you bashed his head against the wall, his eyes squinted shut before his steel gaze shot up at you, leaning into you, his lips brushing yours, his gloved fingers trailing up your thighs before pushing aside your suit and ghosting the red leather over your clit.

" I fucking hate you "

"I know" he whispered, pressing his lips against yours. Your right hand left the crumbling brick wall before intertwining into his hair spray slicked locks pulling him towards you harder.

His mouth was only practically making out with you, before his tongue pushed at your clit. A single covered finger pressing into your entrance, you threw your head back and moaned softly.

"Now who's pathetic on your fucking knees where you-" your words cut short because in the blink of an eye he lifted you and flew you both through the roof, curling crumpling before he tossed you on the gavel close to the edge, you tried to stand but a boot weighted with super human strength stomped your face into the gravel, rocks digging into your cheek.

"You can't break me" you couldn't look at him from this position but you heard a chuckle. "No I guess not" he dragged you to the edge, your face hanging over, as you looked down over the roof, it seemed so high now. But it was only about 7 stories.

You felt two of his fingers inside you again, this time gloves off, his fingers found the spot almost immediately, your face heating as you prodded at you. You couldn't help but to moan. "You're still pathetic, and whiny. And weak'' with each insult he thrusted his fingers harder, your tits pressed against the ledge, your hair bobbing as you peered over the edge. You cursed him out over and over, your eyes shutting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

"Yea!! That's what I'm fucking talking about, your brain give out already? Well I'm not fucking done you bitch!"

Your hair was pulled, and you got dragged to your feet and smacked backwards.

"For someone who hates me, you sure can't stop moaning my name."

You were inches from him again, and you did the only thing you could think of, your lips met his, one gloved hand grabbed the side of your face, the other wet with your slick rubbing it across your neck. He pulled you closer to him, your chest pressed on his, your mouth opened instinctively, your tongue sucking his into your mouth.

Your hands clawing his arms, tears in his suit and yours, your fingers tangled in his hair pulling his scalp towards you, you could taste the blood from his tongue you caused earlier before you pulled away. Your hands ghosted his body before falling to your knees and beginning to undo his belt, looking up into his eyes. They studied you, staying distant, a dark look behind the blue.

You didn't have to do anything, he was already hard. Your hand took it's based and the other slipped his foreskin back, soft groans escaping his throat as you toyed with him.

You took the head in, and then some more. Your eyes are still staring into his eyes. Until you gulped down every last bit of his cock, feeling it touch the back of your throat. You grunted as both of his bare hands grabbed the back of your head pushing himself further than you can take, and you choked.

"You still need to breathe don't you?" He asked to keep you in place as you struggled. "Well you're going to hate me more when I tell you have to make me cum, if you want to breathe again" you choked on his cock closing your eyes, and bobbing your head, swallowing his cock whenever you got to the base.

"Fuuck yeah" he groaned, and started to Bob you head for you, thrusting in as he pushed you forward fucking your throat.

"C'mon sweetheart, fucking take it, he groaned louder. The feeling of gravel grinding into your knees, the wounds both your teammates and enemy caused, the feeling of homelander cutting off your supply to oxygen just to cum, it was all too much your knees gave out and you moaned your hands fell to your suit pushing the latex aside and pushing two fingers inside of yourself as he used you.

"Fuck yes, you fucking like that huh?"

You kept going, your face turning redder and redder.

"Fucking answer me when I fucking ask" he thrusted harder, his grip would killed a normal person. But you aren't normal, you are special. You're a supe.

You nodded desperately, your eyes looking up to him, makeup streaming down your face. He let go, keeping your mouth on him until he finished, your fingers didn't stop until he let go.

"Swallow it" you nodded, some cum leaking out of your mouth already, his forehead was covered in sweat and blood, strands of hair spray dried hair fell into his face.

He wiped away your makeup, panting heavily. "Stand up" you stared at him for a moment, disgusted in yourself for letting him do this. That you could ever want him in any way.

"STAND UP."

You did jumping and standing, your body was tired and your head was spinning.

"Come here"

You did and he took you to the brick walls that surrounded the staircase into the building. The two of you destroyed his arm around your waist and picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your back against the wall.

"I don't like repeating myself"

"I don't care, just fuck me already Homelander"

He smiled, his eyes staring down as he ripped open your suit so your tits hung out his cock sliding into your pussy slowly. Both of you let out moans, with the well needed friction.

"Godd"

He chuckled, one hand going to the wall. He looked spent. Tired in a way you've never seen him before. It was a pathetic look, fitting for such a pathetic man.

His hips couldn't stop moving now that he was inside of you, he hovered a bit still thrusting. Over and over, his hands pulled your waist up and down over and over, fingerprints would bruise into them for days.

"Fuck harder" you threw your head back clenching on him, before you pulled yourself up to look into his eyes, now half lidded. "I said harder coward, I don't break" he smirked, his eyes looking into yours. "Watch me" he said, his fingers linking through your hair to keep your head in place, thrusting over and over. He finally hit that sweet spot that had you screaming.

"Take it take it take it fuck fuck fuck" he groaned over and over, you squeezed him, moaning louder leaking onto his cock. "I'm gonna cum"

"Fuck! me too.... do it cum for me"

"Fuck fuck fuck" you squeezed your eyes shut and let go, your nails digging into his back ripping his suit. He followed not much long after filling you for the second time.

He stopped hovering, both of you dropping to the floor, most of your uniforms ripped off.

"I'm gonna be a minute" you huffed, him already getting up to leave he flew away or so you thought. He was watching you, and you had no idea. You were his new obsession.

[likeastarstar]

12:08 AM - Yoongi, Jungkook

sequel to 9:13 PM !

"You know what I was thinking about earlier?"

"Could be anything," You sassed in a flat tone, "You've got a lot of thoughts in that head of yours."

"Right." Yoongi quipped, rolling his eyes, pushing his hair back with delicate fingers before continuing, "Anyway, I was thinking...."

He trailed off, making you pause and look up from your phone, turning completely towards where your boyfriend was restringing his guitar at the kitchen table. He was already looking at you, a sheepish smile gracing his pink lips and a blush blooming on his cheeks. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering what he could've been thinking about to make him so shy.

You rose from where you were sat on his couch, padding against the cold tiled floors over to him. He looked up at you with wide eyes, letting you take the guitar from his hands gently before replacing it with yourself, straddling his hips with a small smile on your face. You flicked your hair over your shoulder, hands taking his and placing them on your body.

"What were you thinking about?" You asked, batting your eyelashes down at him.

Yoongi's expression changed within an instant and you were trapped, taken by a cocky motherfucker who played you easily, drawing you towards him with temptation before striking.

"Remember when Jungkook made you moan just by touching your hair?" Yoongi teased, large hands pressing into your waist.

You scoffed, reddening cheeks betraying you, "What? That is not what happened, why were you even thinking about that- geez."

"Why're you getting so defensive about it? It's okay, completely natural." He slurred, calling you out.

"Because it's...I love you. I'm in love with you," You blushed.

You did love him but when you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them both. Just for one night...

"I'm in love with you too. I'm also a little in love with the idea of you being fucked by me and my friend."

You pushed him away, moving to get off of him before he grunted, pushing you harder onto his lap, grinding up into you roughly before kissing you. You were caught off guard but couldn't help but kiss him back, moaning against him in a high pitched whine.

"You're telling me you didn't get a little bit turned on by the idea of us sharing you?" He tempted, "You didn't like the way it felt when he was touching you?"

"Don't make me say it out loud," You whispered, hiding your face from him.

Your brain was short circuiting, sent into overdrive and confused by the feeling of Yoongi's cock pushing up against your clit, the feeling of Yoongi's hands on your body, the sound of his voice in your ear, and the memory of Jungkook wanting you so badly in your mind. Yoongi was a good storyteller and he went on, painting a picture of what it would be like, how good you would feel if there were two people taking care of you like that.

"But I wanna hear it. Aren't you curious what it would be like?" He whispered when you were practically on the edge of an orgasm, sucking bruises onto the soft parts of his neck since you couldn't kiss him at the moment because if you were kissing him, he'd stop talking about Jungkook and that's not what you wanted right now.

He looked at you with an expectant look on his face and you froze, not realizing he was genuinely asking you if you'd be okay with....a threesome? With Jungkook.

"I don't know what it would be like, you wouldn't get jealous? You're really okay with sharing me?" You countered, trying to regain some footing in the conversation.

"Maybe I'd get pissed if it were anyone else," He shrugged, "But it's Jungkook and the way he talks about you...I wouldn't get pissed if it were him."

You glared at him, on the verge of rolling your eyes, "His Yoongi Hyung won't scold him."

Yoongi had a prideful looking smile on his face, picking you up suddenly and with ease. You yelped, latching your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright. He laughed softly, carrying you towards the bed you shared, "You should ask him about how his little crush on you started. You'll see."

You did ask.

It took awhile to build up the courage to do it, courage and several shots of tequila.

"Yoongi, let's dance." You grinned, pulling at his hand.

"This place has too many people in it, I am not embarrassing myself in this club right now," Yoongi joked, brushing you off.

You pouted, looking at him with wide eyes. Yoongi sighed, kissing you on the forehead before looking past you, "Jungkookie will dance with you."

"Wait-" You blushed, suddenly feeling like a little girl with a crush.

He smirked, noting the reddened skin of your cheeks. You blushed even harder remembering the last time you thought of Jungkook- how hard you came when Yoongi described what it would be like to have sex with him. You snapped your head around to Jungkook, half hoping he'd say no.

Jungkook was sat with Hoseok, mid-conversation with his knees spread wide apart and a drink hanging from one hand. You stared at him, admiring the way his hair bounced as he nodded his head along to the music and the way his large eyes zipped around the room before landing on yours, melting slightly as he smiled lazily at you.

It was a smirk- one corner of his lips pulled up as his eyes skimmed your figure beside Yoongi, stopping on the way your thighs squeezed together under his focus.

"She wants to dance," Yoongi nudged, jutting his chin towards Jungkook.

"You want me to take her?" He asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. You frowned, feeling vaguely like a pet as they negotiated custody of you. Yoongi smiled and nodded, watching as Jungkook rose from his seat to come over to you, reaching a hand out.

"Don't worry, I'll give you back eventually." He smiled, pulling you up in one smooth movement.

Jungkook's hands felt foreign on your body, touching you in a way you weren't used to him touching you in. He was brash, fingertips brushing your thighs and running through your hair and reminding you that he wasn't you boyfriend but he could be something else- another beast entirely.

"When did you get so brave?" You gasped, feeling him grip your waist and rock you into him.

Jungkook smirked down at you, black hair cutting in front of his eye, "When Yoongi Hyung told me I could be. When he told me you came just thinking about me touching you."

You let out a shuddering breath, fingers closing around his shirt as you twirled around in circles with him to the beat of the music, "He told you about that?"

"It's only fair," He bargained, a hand snaking down your spine, "I've gotten off thinking about you too, baby."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying not to trip in the process of losing yourself in his words. Jungkook was the picture of confidence, radiating charm and perfection in such strong waves it was making you dizzy.

"You and your little short skirts and all of the hickies hyung leaves that you don't even try to cover up. You're such a good little girlfriend for hyung, so sweet for him," He mumbled, still smiling down at you as if he wasn't driving you insane. "Makes me wonder if you're that sweet in bed. Or maybe you like to be in charge, order hyung around. I'd let you be in charge of me, if you wanted."

Your mouth watered and you looked behind his shoulder towards where your boyfriend was sitting, smirking at you with a knowing look in his eye.

"I'm flexible, just tell me what you want." Jungkook sighed, leaning down so his lips were hovered above yours, not completely touching but almost.

Almost.

The tension was a rubber band stretched thin, about to snap in half if he pushed you any further.

"What did you Yoongi say about this?" You asked.

Jungkook looked past you and smirked, "Ask him yourself."

You felt another body press into the other side of you, softer skin, smaller frame. The air left your lungs as you felt a familiar pair of lips against your skin, teeth nipping at your neck- Yoongi.

"I said I'd let him fuck my girlfriend on one condition," Yoongi breathed out, "She wants it."

"Does she want it?" Jungkook asked, quirking his eyebrow at you.

You felt the two of them sandwich you tightly, hips rocking against yours in fluid waves that had you pushed and pulled between them. You felt like a doll in their arms, one arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulders and the other reaching back towards Yoongi's neck, wanting to feel him in anyway possible.

"Does she?" Yoongi repeated, two pairs of inky eyes on you, tracking your every movement.

She did.

masterlist.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

It’s very ambiguous

Pairing: Loki x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You have finally come to age; your soulmate mark draws itself in your skin. You can't figure out who it connects you with, but, oh dear, you can only hope and wish it is to him. But Loki won't make it easy for you to find out. Will you both overcome the pride and fear that would involve your love?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: a bit of angst. (English is not my mother tongue and it’s my first time writing fanfiction in english, so forgive me if there’s any errors, and feel free to correct them!)

Sighing at your reflection, you stared for the Norns know how long to the fresh image that drew itself in the side of your abdomen.

You thanked it was easy to hide; saving you endless mockery from your friends if they saw that. The vivid portrayal of who you loved the most, in the most ambiguous drawing you could’ve ever gotten. How ironic.

What the Heavens would that mean, you asked yourself at least five times until the impatient knocking on the bathroom door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hurry up, we’re late”, said Sif. You knew she was already all dressed up for the Ball, and she would kill you, seeing you were still on your robes. You opened the bathroom door slowly, with burrowed frows. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried to. “Oh, for God’s sa…” she started complaining, but stopped as soon as she realized you were in a terrible state of mind.

“I got it”, you explained after she made you get out of the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. “I got the mark. Impossible to guess”.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll know who they is when the time is right”, said she, comforting you and eyeing the outfit you’d chosen earlier. “But crytime is over. Guess what time it is now. Yes, you guessed right. The Ball”.

The last thing you wanted to do in that moment was to dance; or to stay in a chair drinking wine the entirety of the night, for that matter. You didn’t need another reminder of your frustrated attempts at making him notice you. And you knew he wasn’t the one (if he were your soulmate, it would’ve already happened years; no, decades ago). But you still couldn’t help but falling in love at every little smirk, every little comment, every little thing he did. Dear, you were lost, completely gone in love.

That’s why you knew you wouldn’t find your soulmate for a long, long time. At least not until your crush for Loki had finally gone away.

“I’d rather stay”, you stated, and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I want to go, and I can’t go alone. Please, at least do it for me”.

“Why would you want to go? Ever since we’re on age of being asked to dance, we have only gotten invitations from… well, anyone except them. And in the Balls we can’t even be their friends”.

“We can be friends, if they talk to us first we can talk back”.

“Yeah, we could, but they don’t talk first. They never do”.

Both of you were completely lost for the princes. But, unlike you, Sif had a chance with Thor. She was graceful, divine, a wonderful woman; a whole Goddess, an amazing warrior. There was no question Thor would sooner or later find love in her friend. But you… why would a prince like Loki lay his eyes on you? Romantically, he never showed a single trace of interest in anyone, much less someone in his friendgroup. You were the closest to him, yet he never said a thing.

He probably knew you drooled over him. He must have noticed how you looked at him in the library when he read to you, how you always defended him from everyone else’s mockery, how you intentionally pretended like you didn’t know any better in spells so that he could help you out. How your heartbeat raced when he fell asleep on your lap. He must have noticed, yet he said nothing.

She finally managed to convince you to go, with the condition that if you weren’t asked to dance at all, or even talk, you’d go back to your manor early.

You got in your best clothes, and undressing the best attitude possible, you both arrived at the palace and entered the ballroom as quick as your feet let you. The ambient was marvelous. Subtle lighting, most of them by candles. The golden details that characterized Asgard so well were everywhere. Both King and Queen were sat in their thrones, waiting patiently for the rest of the royal family to arrive before giving the annual speech and getting the party started.

“Do you think they’re not coming?” asked Sif as you got comfortable in your seats, eyeing the entrances.

“They can’t miss it, they’re sort of the hosts”, you said, “but… well, I don’t know. The other day after training, Thor mentioned something about this year being particularly difficult for them”, you added in such a low whisper that Sif had to pull closer.

“What did he say? He didn’t mention anything to me”, she whispered back. You two looked like you were merely gossiping, if it weren’t for the lack of giggling that would usually follow.

“He said… he said something along the lines of ‘we’re expected so much more than before in these dances, they’re more than just for fun now’, and, Sif, I think he meant…”, but she abruptly interrupted you.

“Courting? Oh, for the Norns, they’re not expected to choose a partner now, so soon, aren’t they?”.

“Soon? Sif, they’re already at each other’s throats for who’s becoming King, and they have been for a while”.

“They’re not exactly competing, anyways. You don’t have to worry about this. It’s not like Loki’s the one winning” said she, earning a subtle kick in the leg. “Auch!”.

“Would you stop being so hard on him?”.

“You know I’m right!”. 

“You know it hurts him. If you think so, at least keep it to yourself, Sif”.

You could’ve kept lecturing her if it weren’t for the sarcastic clapping of the Queen upon seeing the arrival of her sons. You read the ‘you’re late!’ on her lips and the apologetic looks on their faces. But nothing of that distracted you from admiring how marvelous Loki could get sometimes. Just when you thought he couldn't look any better, he outdid himself. You let out a sigh and Sif laughed.

“You’re staring”.

“And rightfully so. Look at him”.

But no matter how much you looked at him for the whole evening, you couldn’t get even a gaze from him. He didn’t even eyed you from the distance. You would’ve even gotten actually mad at him if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t looking anywhere. He didn’t seem like he was avoiding you; he was actively staring at the floor, with the saddest look on his face. And Thor looked pissed off.

“There’s a story in there and I will ask for as many details as possible once Loki spills the beans to you”, said Sif, elbowing you.

“I don’t think he will. Look, it looks like more than a fight. He looks so upset”.

You could only wish you were brave enough to break the stupid rule of the royals approach first so you could take his hand tightly and comfort him in whatever he was going through. As you always did. As he always let you.

The music played for three hours. Everyone was on their feet, dancing away, drinking away and chatting away, as one should in a Ball dance. Everyone except you and certain dark prince you didn’t even bother staring at anymore. You gave up looking for his attention an hour after the dance properly started, and it did nothing good to your pride to have been trying for that long anyways.

Sif got her chance, of course. Thor took his time, but after long he gave up with whatever quarrel he was having with his brother and approached her decisively. You were past pissed. Disappointed. After another sip of your wine, you couldn’t resist and stole a glance to Loki’s seat. To your surprise, you met his gaze. The God of Mischief was staring at you, and he apparently has been for Gods know how long. He quickly dropped his head and went back to looking at the floor, now with a completely red face.

You soon realized he was even more upset than before, as he watched Thor and Sif dance. And then you understood. Everything fell into place. Of course. Of course he liked Sif. Who wouldn’t. That’s why he fought with Thor. That’s why he was so worked up. You didn’t even need to read his mind to confirm it. 

You waited, still holding your eyes on him. You waited for another half an hour, but your patience was already on thin ice and he didn’t look like he would do anything more, anyways. So you did what you should’ve done hours ago. You got up and left.

“No, brother, you can go, I’ll let Mother know I’m staying”, said Loki from his room.

He could hear Thor’s patience shatter in pieces from the other side of the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we can’t miss the Ball. Father will kill you”.

“It’s not my problem”.

“I think it is quite your problem, brother”. Loki sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for his mockery. Thor sensed it and lowered his tone of voice, insisting. “Tell me what it is, Loki. I promise I’ll try to help out”.

But he only scoffed and locked the door, to start pacing around the room, feeding his anxiety even more. He covered his arm with his palm and tried his best to make it go away. It’s just an accidental illusion. I’m making it out of nervousness. I need to make it go away, he kept saying under his breath. But it didn’t go away. It wasn’t an illusion.

“Oh, FOR THE NINE REALMS”, he kicked his chair as a sudden burst of anger ate him alive.

“Loki, let me in!”, insisted Thor. “I’m going in”.

“You can’t help me”.

“I might, if you just tell me what is it. You love the dances. Come on”.

“I do love dances, Thor, I’m not particularly fond of the weight this one has on us; not this year” he growled from the floor, knees on his chest. “Not with what I had planned, I can’t do it now” he whispered. Thor pretended like he didn’t listen to that last bit.

Loki had been circling around the idea of asking you to dance for the last few months. It was all he wanted; to caress your hand and gently hold you by the waist, to move at the pace of the music, to feel your heart on his chest, his rising heartbeat with every breath you took. He wanted you, and if that wasn’t possible (and he was sure it wasn’t) he wanted to dance with you all night long.

But now, he would have to court you and marry you if he did. And, of course, it was what he wanted. It was definitely all he wanted. But he knew you wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t risk your beautiful friendship over anything in the world. What if he lost you forever? He could never bring himself to lose you, in any form or way.

“Brother, let me in. Or get out of the room. We’re late”.

“You’re late, Thor. Must I repeat myself? I’m not going”.

“I’m kicking the door”.

Loki sighed, and waited to hear Thor’s intense footsteps get closer and closer to the door to open it just in time and see him land on his face. Thor got up off the floor with blood on his nose.

“It combines with your crimson cape, brother, no need to worry” said Loki mockingly.

But Thor paid little attention to his silvertongue. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his arm. Then, he understood exactly why he was acting so terrified. Loki covered his arm as soon as he realized, mortified, but it was now too late and Thor had already seen it.

“Do you need any other reason to invite them to dance with you?”, he said with a grin of pride.

“It's not them. I’m certain”.

“How are you so certain? It’s such an ambiguous drawing, and you haven’t seen theirs!”.

“They doesn’t even have a soulmate mark yet. They told me the other day”.

“You didn’t have one at that time either, it must have changed. Come on”.

Loki sighed and put on a long sleeved outfit, while letting Thor rant about how much he was sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. And Loki couldn’t say anything against it, because it would only bring ruin to everyone; to spill the obvious secret that haunted him everyday.

The fact that you lusted over Thor.

And it hurted him like anything else, because he knew even though you didn’t say anything. He knew he was the lesser prince. The one that gets looked over. The shadow in his brother’s spotlight. The always-prince, never-King. It hurted like Hell.

But there was nothing he could do about it. And now he had a mark that linked him to the Norns know who, but he only had eyes for you.

Because you were always there. You were the one to defend him against his own insecurities, and everyone else’s accusations. The one to laugh the loudest at his jokes, the one to hold him the tightest when you were in fear, the one to call him first to anything. And you were perfect. But you, for obvious reasons, didn’t think the same of him. You thought the world of him, but not in the way he wished.

And he wouldn’t even get to see you happy from someone else’s love, because his brother didn’t even have eyes for you. The idiot of Thor could not see your brightness, and Loki wondered how could anyone not fall in love with you.

“You need to try, Loki, you’ll never know if you don’t risk a little”.

“A little? To you this is a little? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost them forever? If the person that I love the most leaves me because I just decided to stop hiding my feelings?”, yelled Loki, completely angered.

“Ah, there it is. If I decided to stop hiding my feelings”, repeated Thor, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?!”.

“You are afraid; so incredibly afraid of letting anyone know you fully. That is your problem, Loki. They’ll accept you no matter what, because they already know you. You think you’re hiding, well, you’re not so good with this little lie of yours”, said finally Thor, tired of biting his tongue about it.

“You know nothing about their feelings”.

“I know enough”.

“Believe me, you don’t. And you don’t get to say a word about my love life, or anything about this situation, for that matter. You don’t get to make light of my situation, as you do with everything regarding me. Now, leave. Me. Alone”.

They continued fighting about it until one of their tutors had enough of their unpunctuality and came to look for them. Both entered the ballroom still highly upset at each other and said nothing about it all night. Frigga knew exactly what they were talking about, and didn’t make too much of a fuss about the delay in their arrival.

Loki tried to not look at you in the entirety of the night; avoided all the eye contact he could with anyone, specially you. He was too afraid you’d choose that exact time to practice your special abilities at mind reading (since you’ve done this at previous dances, when Loki didn’t approach you), and if he didn’t see you, you couldn’t do it. Because if you dared reading his mind you’d only find yourself. And in those little moments he got to glance at you, while you were distracted with something else, he sank in sadness, because all he wanted was to embrace you and dance with you. You looked as fantastic as you always were and more. You looked especially excellent. And it didn’t go unnoticed to him that you looked annoyed. From the eye-sided glances he got to steal from you, he saw you staring at the seat he and his brother were in. You were expectant. You wanted to be taken out to dance. And Loki’s suspicions about your crush on Thor only got reassured when he asked Sif for a dance and you looked the most annoyed you’d ever looked in ages.

You left the dance early. After about ten minutes Loki decided to go after you. Outside of the ballroom you could still be a friend; that was the whole point of swallowing his feelings. He wandered the palace until he heard fireballs collapsing against the huge walls of your typical training spot, but he lingered his entrance to observe you in an incredibly angry state of your magic.

“You’ll set the palace on fire” said a gut-wrenching familiar voice. Of course Thor was there. Of course Thor would get earlier to comfort you in something that he destroyed.

“Then so be it”, you answered with a crack in your voice. Loki didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but he couldn’t help himself but to listen.

“I know why you’re upset. Believe me, it upsets me too”.

“You have no idea what upsets me”, you answered, and Thor chuckled. Loki could sense that Thor was thinking about how similar you and Loki were. You threw another fireball against the wall.

“Let me guess”.

“Enlighten me, your majesty”.

“You didn’t get to dance with the man you like”.

“You know nothing about the man I like”.

“When will you all stop treating me as if I were blind? Come on, why won’t you tell me? I’m your friend. I know you’re burning up in love and you still think you don’t have a chance because… because what? Because he’s the prince of Asgard?” said Thor. You stopped your magic and stared at him with teary eyes.

“Because the prince of Asgard I love, is in love with Sif. And there’s nothing I can do about it” you answered. Loki’s heart broke. Hearing you admit your raw feelings to Thor that way, and Thor not even understanding you were talking about him.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!” insisted, still clueless.

But Loki didn’t need to hear any more of that. He ran through the halls of the palace until he got to lock himself in his room.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!”, Thor asked, and you scoffed. You lowered your gaze to the floor, trying to make the tears go unnoticed. They didn’t, and Thor hugged you tightly.

Thor was almost like a brother to you. You grew up together, but it was more than that. You were always for each other. He never had to ask about your love for Loki, he always knew. And you never had to ask about his crush in Sif; it was transparent. So you both supported each other. You didn’t even bother telling him how she felt about him, it was bound to happen. Now, you and Loki, on the other hand…

“He is, you can’t deny it”.

“I’m denying it, I assure you”. You wiped your tears away and touched your mark over your clothes. He smiled. “You got the mark, didn’t you?”.

“Yeah”.

“What is it?”.

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter. Maybe I should just forget him and start looking for my soulmate. If the mark showed up today, then it must be for something. There has to be a reason”. Thor nodded, still smiling. “What are you so happy about, dumbass? My heart’s broken".

“Nothing. You keep on looking. Can I see it?”, said he, patting your back.

“It’s too ambiguous, you won’t guess it”.

“So I expected”.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know anything?”.

“Nothing whatsoever”.

You got in your fighting position. Loki bent down in his seat, focusing on the next fight. He was sure you’d win; he has been teaching you new moves and you completely mastered them. And your rival didn’t know any better, anyways.

One kick from your opponent; you avoided it and threw a punch. Another kick. Another punch. The rival grabbed your leg, making you lose your balance and almost fall down, but you used that impulse to push him away and get him to the ground. He got up and started using magic. A blue light shone around him and started getting closer to your feet. You closed your eyes and focused intensely; soon, water drops started emerging from the tips of your fingers. They quickly transformed into a stream of water that wrapped your opponent from head to toes, making his electricity magic attack him, instead of you. Loki smiled.

Your rival pushed further his strength and one of the electrified waterjets hit your leg. You fell to the ground with a scream. It hurted, a lot. Loki gasped and Thor had to grab his shoulder to remind him it was just a training fight. For his tranquility, you got up on your feet soon and started using your magic again.

An aura of sparks and wind formed around you while you closed your fists, extremely concentrated. Your opponent waited without attacking, but behind the shield of his armour. Loki saw Thor smile proudly; this was the part he taught you. For your fire side of your powers, Thor was the one to train you thoroughly. Loki sighed, frustrated because you haven’t yet shown what Loki had taught you with such enthusiasm. He still observed you with attention.

“This part is awesome, look, brother”, whispered Thor in his ear, which only made him angrier.

“I’m sure it is. They is awesome. And wait until you see what I taught them”. Thor chuckled.

“No need for jealousy, Loki. They’s all yours”. Loki rolled his eyes and directed his attention to the fight again.

The sparks and wind grew bigger and bigger around you, circling your whole body. Once the sparks became fire, you directed your whole energy to your opponent, sending him against the wall. If it weren’t for the gigant fire-proof shield, he would’ve gotten completely roasted.

You put your guard down, and as you did so, the wind and fire around you dispersed. Loki got to see you again once the magic flew down, and realized you had your clothes slightly lifted up. He tried not to look out of respect, but Thor gasped, and that drew his attention directly to what surprised his brother. And it did not disappoint. Loki’s chest got as tight as it has ever been. His breathing became irregular and unsteady, and his face got completely red. You didn’t notice your shirt had lifted up, so you didn’t realize what was going on. You got closer to your defeated rival and shaked his hand.

“You win. I see you’ve been well trained”, he said.

“I have”, you answered, and directed your gaze to the princes who were watching the fight. You walked closer to them to chatter, as you always did, but Loki got up fast and ran out of the training room. Thor told you to follow him, and Loki heard your footsteps behind him for the entirety of the hall, until you two got to the gardens.

Loki was shaking. He didn’t want you to be there. He didn’t want you to see him that vulnerable. And you knew it, so you didn’t get closer than two meters apart.

“Loki”, you said after a while, behind his back. “What’s wrong?”.

He turned around, face still red. He was usually cold, but at that moment he was burning up inside and out. Maybe he was burning out of love for you. Maybe out of anger, for being so pessimistic and making himself a martyr when his brother was clearly right. Maybe out of rage to himself, for waiting so long to make a move and losing so much time lost in his own head. But you were still standing there, concerned. And he had to say something, because you still didn’t know anything.

“I saw your mark”, he stated. Now you were the one with the red face.

“Oh… I, I don’t, uh…”, you stuttered, and he got closer to you. He grabbed both of your hands and you looked at him in the eyes, clueless. “I try not to give it that much attention”.

“Why?”, he asked. “It’s your soulmate. The person you’ll love the most”.

“I already love someone” you said, in a burst of confidence. Loki swallowed in nervousness. Your hands started to get sweaty. “I… ugh. Sorry. I don’t want to say…”.

“Who? Tell me, I’m your best friend”.

“I don’t want you to be”, you finally said. “It’s you, Loki. It’s always been you. I don’t care about this stupid soulmate mark, because I know I’m in love with you and I always have been”.

Loki stayed silent, which only made your anxiety increase. He finally looked at you in the eyes and formed a subtle smile.

“I thought you loved Thor”.

“What? Why would I…?”.

“I heard you after the Ball; you said the prince you love was in love with Sif”.

“Yeah, you”.

“I’m… what? I’m not… I’m not in love with Sif, darling”.

Your heart stirred, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the pet name he just gave you, or the fact that you got it all wrong. He wasn’t in love with Sif?

“I’m sorry, did we both think…?”.

“We’re idiots, apparently”.

You both laughed. That was it; that cotidianity, that normality that felt, even in the most embarrassing and intense moments, completely fine. Because you were, before anything, friends.

You hugged him. He returned the hug and caressed your neck and back with one hand. You felt his heartbeat rise, and from that position, he whispered in your ear with that beautifully deep and raspy voice; “I saw your mark”.

“I don’t care about it. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, ignore my feelings if necessary. But my heart only beats for you”, you whispered back. He sank his nose on the crook of your neck and felt his mouth form a smile against your skin. You shivered and felt warmth in your stomach.

“I don’t want to ignore your feelings”.

“I love you”, you said once again, regretting it in that instant. You couldn't stop your words from falling out of your mouth. You felt like you sounded desperate.

“I love you too, my dear”.

You, in shock, looked at him in the eyes. He kept smiling, and putting a strand of your hair behind an ear, placed a small kiss on your red cheek.

“I don’t know what to do next. I like being your friend”, you said. “And I don’t think we’re meant to be. I got a mark, and you haven’t, so it’s obvious we won’t end up together anyways. And I want you by my side for all my life; even if it’s just as a friend, you know? I don’t want to lose you”. Loki chuckled at your rant. “What?”.

“What makes you think I didn’t get my mark yet?”.

“Well, I… I don’t know. Did you?”.

“Yes”.

“What does it look like?”.

He smiled.

“It’s very ambiguous”, said he, sarcastically.

“Hard to guess, is it?” you chuckled, realizing what was going on. Loki lifted his sleeve, uncovering an identical soulmate mark to yours.

“Hard to guess, yet so obvious”, he said. He grabbed your waist and neck and both melted in a long, desired kiss. You sank your fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp. “Yours?”

“It’s very ambiguous too, you know?”.

[waywardscorpio]

His Queen & Her King

Taglist: @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san​ @superdakotawinchesterus​

Chapter 2

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Pissed off Jeff, Readers Dad Triple H, Godfather Shawn Michaels and Uncles Kane and Undertaker, Pregnant!Reader kidnapped.

*Third Person POV*

*A month after the road trip and Jeff, putting another bundle of joy inside his mate*

Y/N was walking through the hallway of the arena while she had one hand on her belly and the other carrying her bag of food and drink. Her baby belly was a little more noticeable now. "Hey Y/N" Undertaker said. "Hey, Uncle Taker." She said looking up at him. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm doing fine. How are you and the little ones doing?" She looked up at him confused; because she thought she was only pregnant with one. "The doctor only said, one baby." She said softly. "You don't know do you?" He asked her. "Know what?" She asked. "You're a very rare type of human omega that can get pregnant even though you're already pregnant. It isn't dangerous to you or the babies. But it will put you in danger. Some Alpha's will do whatever it takes to have you and that includes holding you captive and breeding you to make soldiers or a small army" He said. He's older than some people actually know. "But I won't let any harm you." Taker said to her before walking down the hallway.

Y/N, let the words from Undertaker go around and around in her head as she walks to Jeff's locker room. "Hey, Babe." He replied as she walked into the room. "Hey, Darlin'," Y/N replied back to her as she was looking at him from across the room. "We need to have a talk tonight after work." She said to him as she looks at him. "Are you okay? Is the baby hurt? What is wrong?" Jeff said standing up and moving swiftly towards his love. "I am okay. The baby is okay. We just need to talk. I'm not leaving you before you even ask that question next." She said as she looks up at him rubbing his cheek. Jeff relaxed into her soft gentle touch.

"I think you should stay near Undertaker for my match. I have a feeling something is off and it gonna get ugly tonight." Jeff said getting an unsettling feeling that something isn't bad is going to happen and Jeff trusted Undertaker with Y/N's life more than anyone besides her parents. "But I'm supposed to go out there with you tonight Baby," Y/N said to him as she looked at him. "I know Babe, I want you to go out there too. But I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen tonight and I don't want you getting in the line of fire or our baby." Jeff said walking to her and carefully rubbing her belly. "Alright, I'll stay by Undertaker tonight." She said looking up at him.

Jeff walked Y/N to where Undertaker was at so, he knew she made it there safely and unharmed. "Hey Taker. Is it okay that she stays with you? I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen." He said looking at the taller male. "Yes, she is more than welcome." He said as he looks at a very reluctant Y/N. "As soon as my fight is over Baby, I will be right back here before going anywhere else." He said kissing her lips gently rubbing her cheek and her belly. "Please be careful out there tonight" She said resting her head against his chest. "I will Baby." Jeff said promising the love of his life he would be careful.

Jeff, walked out to the ring getting ready to fight tonight. "This match will be turned into 4 on 4 tag team match. It will be Jeff, Matt, Triple H and Shawn Michaels Vs Edge, Christian, Sheamus and Finn Balor." Lillian announce to the crowd and viewers at home to hear. Y/N's head shot up looking at the tv wide eyes. "No, that wasn't the match he was supposed to be in. Who changed it?" She exclaims looking up at Taker who grabs her hand and heading towards Stephanie's office. "Momma, Dad can't fight and Uncle Shawn can't either." Y/N held her belly on instinct. "I tried to stop the match before it was made. Someone changed it before consulting with us first. Nothing I can do to change it." Steph was furious that someone did this and was about to rip someone a new asshole. "Uncle Taker and Kane please take Daddy's and Uncle Shawn places. They can't fight and the person knows that. They'll be at a disadvantage." She pleads at the two males. Kane looks at Undertaker. "I'll fight tonight." Taker was having a internal battle with himself because he told Jeff, Y/N wouldn't leave his side till the match was over. "Please Uncle Taker" Y/N began to cry in desperation. "Okay Lil One. I will do it. But on the condition you stay by your mother at all times no mater what. Jeff will just have to understand." He said walking out with Kane, and heading to the ring. "I promise" She called out. She hugged her mother tightly. "I got you Baby Girl" She said hushing her Childs cries.

Lightening rang through the arena as Takers music came on and fire surrounds the ring. Jeff sees Kane and Undertaker walking down the ramp. "I have been informed that Triple H and Shawn, will be taken out the match and Undertaker and Kane will be put into the match instead." Lillian announce but silently sighs in relief. "Y/N is supposed to be with you" Jeff said to Taker quietly. "Calm Jeff. She begged us to come out because she knew you'd be at a disadvantage since her Daddy Triple H and uncle Shawn are still healing from two weeks ago. She didn't want you guys to take a chance yourselves considering you two have a tag team title match coming at WrestleMania." Kane said. "I much rather my pregnant mate be safe than myself." Jeff said. Kane and Taker understood his point but also couldn't leave their fellow wrestlers defenseless. "She is safe I promise you. She is with her mother and her momma's ready to rip someone a new Asshole." Undertaker said to him.

Jeff didn't fight with the older man. He knew Y/N, was safe either way. As the match got started Matt and Edge started it off. They didn't hold back on each other either. Lefts and rights were thrown hard and on purpose. "Come on Matt" Kane holler holding his hand out for Matt to tag him in. Matt kicked him Edge in the ribs which gave him the leverage he needed to get away from him so he can tag in Kane. Kane steps over the ropes and started hitting Edge with right, Lefts and wasn't giving him any breathing room. Edge uppercuts Kane when he gets the chance which stuns him and Edge is able to tag in Balor. He has a advantage for a few seconds before Jeff was tagged in and went to town on Balor. Jeff was letting his anger out on his opponent. "You got this Jeff come on" Matt said cheering on his brother. Jeff had twisted his arm behind him and leads him to his corner to tag in the Undertaker.

The match was drawing to a end when Undertaker was tagged back in. He hit Christian with the Tombstone Piledriver and with a count of three Jeff and the others got in the ring raising the Undertakers hand who won them the match. After the mini celebration in the ring everyone walked out. Edge stops Jeff to give him a message. "Hey look I know we aren't the best of friends but I wanna let you know that I saw someone watching your car earlier after you guys got here and someone was following Y/N. It is someone new because I don't know the persons face or scent." Edge said. "Thank you, Edge. I have an uneasy feeling tonight's not over with. whoever made this match done it on purpose but didn't expect Kane and Undertaker to step in." Jeff said to him. "Lita has been uneasy all night worried saying they're coming but didn't get to see their faces when she had a vision. Just be safe." Edge said before walking over to Lita. Jeff mouths a thank you to her. She only nodded her head in response.

Jeff walked to his mother-n-laws office and walked in. "Hey Baby. How are you and the baby?" Jeff asked his mate as he rubbed her back and belly knowing she is tired. "We are perfect. Just tired. How much longer till we can go home?" She asks her mate. "We will be staying with someone for a while. Just got a message from a friend that someone has been watching us and following." Jeff said to Y/N. She whimpered a little in fear. "What?" They heard Steph say. "Baby go get your stuff while I talk to your mom and dad okay?" She nods her head softly. Undertaker was in ear lengths and stayed near her walking her to the dressing room to get her things while Jeff talked to her parents. "Edge stopped me after the match to let me know that people have been following me and Y/N since we been here, and that the scent is unfamiliar and not known around here. He also mentioned Lita had a vision that someone is coming but she couldn't see their faces." Jeff said to Triple H and Steph. "Why are they after you or her or both of you?" Steph asked. "I don't know but I think is has something to do with her being pregnant by me." He said to her. "Whatever it takes you protect her, you here me?" Triple H said to him. "Yes Sir. I'll give my last breath to protect her if that's what it take for her to live." Jeff said unknowing that that statement was about to be put to the test.

While Jeff is taking to Steph and Triple H, Y/N is getting her stuff ready to go when the lights in the building suddenly shut off and came back on. In a blink of an eye Y/N was gone. Jeff ran down the hallway to his dressing room. "Holy hell. Taker are you good?" Jeff asked helping him up. "I was hit over the head after the lights went out. When they came back on she was gone." He said to Jeff, holding the back of his head. "It is newbies trying to rise up through the business so, their going after one of the top dogs here. Y/N's going to be their pawn to use as an advantage. They know no, one will do anything to harm her but they know you will go looking for her. If it comes down to it they'll do unspeakable things to her. Especially since they know she is able to get pregnant multiple times at once. She is a Human Omega it is rare for ones like her to be able to carry more than one baby at a time." Undertaker said to Jeff. Jeff paces thinking at what way he can approach this with out his Omega Mate getting hurt. "Jeff you aren't in this alone." Shawn said walking in the room with Kane, walking over to his brother and checking the back of his head. "We will fight with you over her" Triple H said. "Just be ready for a battle to start." Steph said.

"The battle started the minute the took her." Jeff said calm and deadly. Steph smiled to her husband knowing they picked a good man for their daughter. Jeff walked out to the ring and grabbed a mic. He was careful and tactical with his words even with how angry he was. He won't give the kidnappers the satisfaction to see his pain because once he does they have the power. "You come here" He said to a camera man. "Sir?" he said stepping in the ring with Jeff. "I want you to tape this live." He said. The male nods his head in fear sensing the anger and absolute power dripping off the man. He put the cam on his shoulder and began to tape. "I hope you sick fuckers are listening. You think it was wise for you take a mans pregnant mate. Especially a dangerous man like me who will stop at nothing to get her back. You wanted a battle? A battle you can't possibly come out standing on top. We will see who is left standing when I am done with you because you opened the gates of hell and stepped into my cage!!!" He said looking into the cam. "I won't be alone when I get my hands on you."

"Just know if she has so much as a scratch on her.. Well I show just how sadistic I am when I'm provoked or pushed." Jeff said. "Oh one more thing. Y/N Darlin' I'm coming for you." He adds. She heard her Alpha on the tv and she smiles to herself knowing the men that took her are about to know why Jeff is one of the most feared men in the Wwe besides Undertaker and Kane. "What are you smiling about whore?" One said. "You fucked up. You'll see just what he is going to do to you

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Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 1

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I hope I got everyone in the tag! I know I said this was gonna be fluff but it's also going to be angst. Sorry not sorry.

On that note, this book will contain swearing, mentions of rape and torture. I will try not be explicit but that's really relative. Read at your own risk. There will be warning before if I make a explicit scene so that you can skip it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and don't hunt me down for this.

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Marinette had punched Bruce Wayne. 

Marinette had punched Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in Wayne Enterprises Tower in Gotham City and she was probably going to get kicked out because of this but it was so worth it. 

"Marinette honey," He said cautiously, "I'm sure I deserve it but why?"

She clenched her jaw and took a few deep breaths as she opened and closed her fists. She was trying really hard not to punch him again. 

You won't be able to get a second shot in without the boys intervening. She told herself, eying the way the boys - her brothers, she reminded herself stood, ready to pounce on her at any instant.

She had no doubt that the only reason she wasn't being restrained yet was because they were too shocked to react. 

"I don't think I asked for much Dad." She practically snarled the words out. "I just asked for a few phone calls and yet-" Her voice was shaking. "Yet, I haven't heard from you in over three years."

"Mari I can expl-"

"No, no, you don't fucking have that right to anymore. I did not come to Gotham to ask an explanation or beg for your attention. This was an unfortunate coincidence. I would have been perfectly happy to never see or hear from you again."

She turned to leave but Bruce grabbed her shoulder. She froze. This was Bruce Wayne, She had to remind herself, This was her father. He would not harm her. 

"I needed you Bruce. I needed you and you were not there." She shrugged off his hand from her shoulder and left in the direction of her class. 

Dick wordlessly moved out of her way and she tried not to think about the fact that she may have lost her chance to have a relationship with her siblings. 

~

Dick didn't know the whole story. Hell, before today Dick hadn't known that he had another sibling. He hadn't known that Bruce had another biological child. 

At least, he guessed that she was his biological child but he couldn't be sure because, once again, Bruce hadn't told them.

He watched the man. As always, he had an incredible poker face but he knew him better, he knew him enough to see the emotions waring among themselves behind his eyes. 

"You messed up big time B." He said quietly. "You know that, don't you?"

His father said nothing, instead he pushed past him and Damian to go after Marinette. He and his little brother had only to share a look before they took off after him, if only to stop him from doing something rash that he would regret and and that would probably damage their chance to know their sister better. 

Damian, Tim, Jason and he himself already had had the chance to talk to her. They could all collectively agree that they already loved her, even Damian, and they had no doubt the others would too.

Dick saw Marinette head towards the washroom. It was clear that she needed a moment alone, just like it was clear that that Bruce intended to wait for her to come out to be able to talk to her again. 

He disagreed. 

"B-"

"I need to talk to her."

"I know." He soothed despite wanting nothing more than to yell at the man. Sometimes, Bruce understood less than Damian. "But she won't like it and you've already pissed her off enough. Why don't we go to the cafeteria? The rest of her class is there. We can wait for her there, once she had some time to calm down."

Dick could see that he was about to protest. "Damian will wait for her and accompany her back." He said, sparing a glance at the youngest who gave him a nod back in return. "She'll be fine. Come on." 

He tugged Bruce along with him and the fact that he didn't argue and let himself be pulled along was a testament to how much he was upset by this whole thing. 

Dick was angry, he wanted nothing more than to scream at Bruce because didn't he know better than to keep secrets like this from them at this point?

~

Bruce knew he was a coward and definitely not the father one would wish for, but if Marinette really had given up on him, she wouldn't have been so angry. 

There was something he was missing.

"-your stupidity aside, she was found bound and gagged with clear signs of having been assaulted. She was tested positive for rape for God's sake. What more do you need to leave her alone?" 

There seemed to be an argument going on in the cafeteria. While that was alarming enough, the blond girl's words gave him a very bad feeling. 

"Oh, please." A sausage-haired girl rolled her eyes. "She was probably there willingly. No one would get through such  traumatic event and be back to normal so soon after. Not even her parents believed her. "

"Normal? Are you serious right now? I was there when they found her. I was there when she screamed at the sight of anyone with blonde hair or green eyes. And you've all seen how after that, she hates being touched."

"She's just over-reacti-" Sausage-hair stopped in the middle of her sentence, staring at something in his direction. 

"Oh no, please do continue to speak so openly about the worst month of my life." He couldn't help the flinch when he heard his daughter's voice as she walked past him... because that meant that Marinette, sweet precious Marinette - his sunshine had been kidnapped and assaulted for a month and if the other girl was to be believed neither Tom or Sabine believed in her. 

The sausage girl scoffed but backed down. Her reaction meant that she was at least a little guilty. He filed that information for later. She muttered a 'Whatever.' and walked away. 

"Marin-" the blonde haired girl who was defending his daughter spoke up but Marinette cut her off. 

"I do appreciate you trying to defend me Chloe but I'd appreciate it better if you didn't speak of it at all."

The girl - Chloe, gave a nod in acceptance. "Go on ahead," Marinette said, from beside him. "I'll catch up." 

The blonde eyed them for a moment before she walked away. 

Bruce looked down to his daughter who was still staring ahead.

He had so much to ask her, like What the hell happened? But she beat him to it, unclenching her fist. 

"I'm sorry for punching you, but I was. Angry." She was gritting her teeth. "But I did meant it, you don't need to bother trying to contact me or anything. I'm perfectly happy without you." 

She started walking away.

"Marinette-" he called out and she stopped. It reminded him of earlier and he had a sinking feeling that her words would be as heartbreaking as the first time. 

She shook her head. "Like I said B, I needed you." For the first time, since she arrived in the cafeteria, she turned to look at him and gave him a small sad smile that broke his heart all over again. "It would have been nice to know that at least one of my parents supported me."

He didn't say anything. What could he say to make this better? 

She walked away, and this time, he didn't stop her. 

~

Jason was a little more than pissed. 

His day had started out nicely enough, made better when he saw a tiny girl taking out two men probably twice her size. 

He was going to help her but she had already taken care of them. 

She still thanked him for trying to come to her aid and when he offered to walk her to wherever she was going, the girl took a few moments to assess him - to him it felt like she was looking through his soul.

There was something about her that screamed to him not to underestimate her.  She knew what she was doing, that much was clear and when she offered him a sunny smile and told him that she was heading to Wayne Enterprises, he felt something loosen inside of him. 

It was bizarre to say the least but he felt at peace near her. Safe. 

Later on, he would realise that the haze of the Lazarus pit that he had struggled with everyday since his ressurection had retreated when he was near her. 

Jason's mood started to worsen when he found out that she had been left alone by her class. Something like an ugly acidic green snake coiled up inside of him wanting to protect her and extract revenge. 

Jason's mood improved again as throughout the day she saw the girl interact with his brothers, clearly winning over them as well. 

Though, he was rarely - to the point of never seen at WE usually, he decided to make an exception that day and hang out with the tour group Tim was supposed to be leading. 

Damian had also supposedly been bored and had decided to crash the party and Dick wasn't too far behind their youngest to keep him out of trouble. 

Everything was going smoothly and honestly, it was after a long time that they found someone the others didn't have a problem with. 

Then he had noticed Bruce, and not even a few seconds after, he noticed the bluenette slipping out after him.

Dick and Damian - who had been shadowing her all day, slipped away after her and he was stuck behind babysitting with his replacement.

That class had nothing of worth except Marinette. There was actually even a fool that was stupid enough to claim that she knew the Waynes in front of them, while not knowing that they were the Waynes and instead treating them like mere employees. 

He would enjoy putting her in her place. 

But before he could, his day started taking a turn for the worst, impossible to brighten again.

The girl, he didn't care enough to know her name, out of the blue stated that Marinette probably just slipped away again to draw attention to her. That escalated in a very…informative battle of words that made him want to take a plane to Paris and drench it's streets in blood.

As if that wasn't enough, he saw Bruce again, now looking like someone slapped him in the face with a fish...

On closer look, he could see that someone had actually punched him. He was so going to hack the Tower's camera. 

And then Marinette spoke up and...what? 

He was completely lost.

Did she say one of my parents? He hoped for Bruce sake that he misheard because otherwise that meant that this father figure fucked up again...which wasn't that suprising really.

So really, Jason was a little more than pissed and he felt like his choice of words was appropriate. 

"What the actual fuck Bruce?"

~

Tim was tired. 

His day had set out to be a tiring one, irrespective of the fact that he had stayed up all night to work on a case. 

He had to lead a tour group. 

Wayne Enterprises had a habit of keeping an eye on promising students for schools that they funded. For some reason, Bruce had started funding a College François Dupont in Paris. Why? He didn't know but knowing the man, he probably had some ulterior motive. 

That had intrigued him and he had taken a look at the students in their last year. There was indeed some very promising young talents - who by the looks of it, already knew which career they wanted to do and were clearly working toward them. Many of them had already been on T.V shows, had their names in newspapers or did small gigs and commissions. It was rather impressive. 

There was this one class however which at the beginning was one who seemed to have a lot of potential but he saw in their files that over the years their...efforts dropped collectively around the same time. It was extremely bizarre. 

One particular student in that class drew his attention though. It was one Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her academic records were stellar - always had been and while her grades had dropped a but at one point, she got them back up within the year which was more than impressive since she had skipped two years. She also seemed really talented, had won several awards and supposedly had a website for commissions - her file seemed...rushed and considerably lacking in details compared to her classmates even though Tim felt like she did way more than them. 

Call it his detective instincts but he knew that there was something going on in that class, his doubts were further re-inforced when he saw a report about Marinette, it was once again quite vague but what little was in it still chilled him to the core.

But...still...there was something else about her. Something striked him as soon as he saw her picture - she seemed really really familiar but he couldn't put his finger on where exactly had he seen her before. 

Well, as CEO he was supposed to be leading the tour groups anyways, so hopefully he'd get to find out then. 

The tour group consisted of all the senior class of the college and he prayed against all hope that it wasn't to be a disaster. 

Flashforward to the big day...it wasn't actually so bad. His brothers had crashed the party...which was unexpected but they weren't causing any trouble which was for more than he could usually hope for and while some students were absolutely aboherent ((mostly from that one class that had caught his attention)) the rest were genuinely nice. He had managed to talk to a few of them and was pleasantly surprised at their intellect. 

The most interesting student there though was, as he had predicted, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, she was able to keep up with him throughout all of his explanations, whatever department may it have been in even though it was clearly stated in her file that she wanted a career in fashion. But well, he knew better than most that appearances could be receiving. Simply put, she was a genius. 

She reminded him of Elle from Legally Blonde for some reason. 

There was however also one student who had certainly not impressed him, thoroughly disgusted him actually - Lila Rossi. 

See the thing was that no one knew that he was actually the CEO. That had been done intentionally. The aim of the tour after all was for him to be able to see if there was any potential employees for Wayne Enterprises among them. 

And boy, was he going to blacklist her. 

The girl was a lying machine and the lies weren't even good. She name-dropped at every other sentence and even did the mistake of lying about him and his brothers in a place where any employee who knew them personally could call her out on her bullshit. It was such an amateur mistake. 

His opinion of her only soured when she insulted Marinette, he had taken her a liking to her, however brief their conversation had been and even if he hadn't - the fact that Lila bought up her kidnapping and downplayed it would be more than enough. 

Thankfully not everyone from that College was total numbskulls. A few people immediately jumped to the defense of the absent girl. 

He cataloged them mentally - The Braindead, The Neutrals and The Defenders, while also taking notes of what they were saying. 

What he heard out was even more horrifying that what he had read. 

That it! He was going to be looking into this girl's case personally.

As of all of this wasn't bad enough, Bruce just had to make everything worse. 

Because he could finally out the pieces together and understand why Marinette looked so familiar. 

Marinette was his sister. 

Marinette was Bruce's daughter and he was going to have to answer to Tim - and but the looks of it, his brother too - about what had happened to their newfound sister. 

~

Damian…

Damian didn't know what to think. 

[misskittysmagicportal]

All You’ve Got Is Gold Part 1

FandomAU!: Billy Delaney/Cormac McNamara x Female OC

Warnings: Slight NSFW, mostly steamy fluff.  Guys this ended up being long as fuck.  And it’s really only chapter one. Or Part 1.

Jeanie leaned over the bar at Ewan's to pour herself another whiskey, ignoring the bartender as he chastised her. "C'mon lass, don't the wee ones file in to the grounds tomorrow?"

"Wee?" she gulped around her swallow. "Ewan, they're pubescent. You know me though, I like to have a bit of a glow every new semester. That way the parents think I'm truly invested in the well-being of the brats." Jean waved her glass around in the air. "Ok, not brats. Most of them are well-behaved and genuinely interested in learning. Not like the little bastards in America. I'd have 40 to a classroom back there. Saint Fergus barely has 40 students in the entire school."

Ewan took it as a sign and gave her a generous pour one more time, "Heard you cannae keep any professors for the pay. But your husband-"

"EX. As of last spring," Jean corrected.

"EX-husband found some new blood in a few of his University students."

"Aye," Jeanie imitated the Scottish brogue with perfection. "They're all in the corner over there with Dr Purves now."

She had half a decade to assimilate to the culture of the small, boring town just outside of Aberdeen where she followed Gordon and married him without any family or a job. He became head of the Physics and STEM department at the University of Aberdeen, working on projects and female students alike. Jeanie, having abandoned her Master's in Education, was really only qualified to student-teach at a local boarding school. Before long, lack of interest and the economy drove the numbers down to four or five dozen and a position of Headmistress open. At least it was a place to live and an existence that kept her mind off everything else.

"I would say don't look now, because here comes one of his students, but my darling who can keep their eyes off him." Ewan pointed behind his friend with damn near literal hearts in his eyes.

Jeanie glanced over her shoulder as a young man, early 20s? She couldn't tell. But he approached her at the bar. Her first glance became a double, and nearly a stare. Embarrassed, she whipped her head around quickly and blushed in Ewan's general direction. "Sweet Virgin Mary," she exhaled under her breath.

"I normally go by Delaney, but I suppose in certain company Mary will do," a soft Irish lilt.

Jean slow blinked as the bartender broke into a cheshire grin. She took a deep breath and turned towards the man now beside her and held out her hand. Blood pulsing in her ears because.. he was stunning. "Brave of a Celt to set foot in the land of Picts. Even braver for him to be in the presence of the biggest asshole in all of Scotland."

"Well from what I've heard she's more of an Ice Queen than an asshole," he squinted before smiling brightly. Green eyes sparkling in the low light of the bar. "Your.. partner put me up to it anyways. You know, say the bit about the ice. Sorry," he blushed but still held on to her hand firmly. "I've heard you're rather pleasant from the others. Just aloof as it were"

"EX!" Ewan and Jean exclaimed together, and the young man blinked responsively. "No sorries. Cold-hearted bitch is what some of the 6th years call me when I confiscate their illegals. Headmistress Jean Turner, but the two friends I have call me Jeanie. Drink?"

"Just one? I'll take 5. I have to catch up with the others." He hooked a thumb at the group of obnoxious men groping the female students who hung off of them as if they were celebrities. Taking what he was offered, chugging it quickly and shuddering. "Billy. Delaney it is. Well occasionally."

Jeanie and Ewan watched as he basically pounded every shot placed in front of them. Squinting off and on, as if he was trying to adjust to the ambiance. "Is it hot? It's hot in here. God I hate people. Those people. I will never fit in with the misogynists and knobs who prefer rugby and football to actually learning about the world." He pulled at the collar of his sweater before taking it off and draping it over Jeanie's chair. He wore a striped tee shirt underneath "Sorry. Sorry. I've got my nose in tech and books and maths algorithms most days. I forget how to socialize, so I really just want to blend in with the norms."

"You.. are.. fit." Ewan sputtered.

Billy snapped back to attention, his mind having drifted off to the same group Jeanie's eyes kept staring at. "What?"

"He's saying you are fucking fit, mate" Jeanie gaped.

"My body? I'm not really certain about that. I'm rather spindly wouldn't you say?” he shrugged while his cheeks flushed profusely. "My arms? Is it my arms? I swim. Clears my head from all the clutter." He was rambling now.

Jeanie and Ewan started laughing. "Relax! we're taking the piss, love. Your every move is being scrutinized. Now why abouts did Dr Purves send you over here? Surely he has fucking with me on his mind. Not unusual, humiliation has always been the name of the game."

Billy made a gesture that resembled adjusting non-existent glasses. He immediately dropped his hand and pulled a tenner out of his pocket. "To melt the ice, Gordon said. He gave me ten quid to hit on you."

"One of his students. What a lovely parting gift. I guess you're worth the loss of the house and the car," Jeanie stood back slightly to properly size him up.

Billy bit the entirety of his bottom lip, furrowing his brows, "I reckon you're worth more than a tenner to sleep with."

Jeanie blinked a few times, head tilted to the side to make sure she heard correctly. "SEX?!" she laughed, unable to help herself. "I don't exactly know what all of this," she waved her hand down his body, "would be doing even in the vicinity of sleeping with this," pointing to her own.

Confusion came over his face, "Am I supposed to be.. Is there something wrong with you that I don't notice? I, I can be kind of oblivious to loads. I think, really, Gordon goaded me into coming over here for my benefit as much as his amusement. I don't have too much experience, but you seem quite lovely you know. Your hair is," brows furrowed again but in thought, "Nicely red in this lighting. Reminds me of my friend from Ireland. Hannah."

Jeanie pinched the bridge of her nose as Ewan audibly guffawed from beside her. "Saints preserve us," the Scotsman said between gasps for air. "Donnae if you are taking the piss now, bloke, or are you really this bad at pulling birds."

Billy grimaced, the entirety of his face beet red. "Honestly, I never make it this far. I guess they usually pull me and I let them?" He started to fan his face, "seriously,,how fucking hot do you keep this pub?" His forehead bent forward to rest on the metal and wood counter of the bar.

Ewan covered his mouth and ruffled the curly head in front of him. "What a wee babby, Dr Purves sent into the lion's den. You just drank half a bottle of my best whiskey and mortified yourself in front of my favorite woman in this whole country. Maybe you ought to drink some water and have a sit for a few. We'll give you something to take to the bell-end in the back."

Jeanie and Ewan's eyes met, and she bit back a smile before leaning over to wrap an arm around her husband's latest protege. "Oh Ewan, I don't think it should be only a story. Why not give the evil genius a bit of a show. Right now he can see Mr Delaney is headed towards a spectacular crash. Im embarrassed. Mr Delaney's embarrassed. You're without very expensive whiskey. Gordon will never let anyone live this down for the semester."

She put her mouth near Billy's ear, "Ten quid is worth SOMETHING. Don't you think? Just look at me." He obliged quicker than she expected. Emerald eyes gazed upwards at her while the heart banged wildly in her chest. "What comes next?"

"I reckon I ought to put my arm on your waist. Right?" his voice now low in her ear and a hand slipped around her hips to draw her as close as possible.

No further guidance was needed as the liquid courage kicked in. Billy stood up and took Jeanie's face in his large hands before he drew her into a rather passionate kiss. Hers instinctively buried in his hair, their tongues dancing as the thought he hustled her entered the back of her mind. How was it that just a few minutes ago he looked ready to vomit at the thought of trying to come on to anyone, not just her. Now he was kissing her like they were Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. Jeanie’s back slightly arched as Billy dominated her personal space with his height, a hand dangerously on the curve of her backside.

Ewan held his own face, eyebrows lost in his bangs as he watched the two of them go at it for well, he lost time. Glancing up he noticed just about everyone else in the pub was watching too. Gordon positively green with envy and turning purple with anger. Ewan saw him lean to a colleague and mouth, "That wasn't the fucking deal."

"Job done you two," he cleared his throat and practically shouted to break them up.

Jeanie's mouth was cold as it kissed the air. Billy had stumbled backwards a bit, mouth turned down ever slightly in a whoops motion. He walked, swayed really and floated by every single patron, including the group of men he came in with earlier. Fingers pulled at his bottom lip before he passed a devilish grin over his shoulder in Gordon's direction.

Jeanie and Ewan gobsmacked, but pleasantly amused, looked at one another. Mischief in their eyes as Jeanie noticed Billy's sweater draped over the bar. "Mr Balderston, I think I have a grad student to visit this week. It seems Mr Delaney might need his sweater because the Scottish nights get awfully cold."

Orientation came and went, and the students seemed to settle in quicker than normal.  Quite possibly because this was the lowest attendance in the school’s 150 year history.  They had been in danger of shut down, but Jeanie was informed that first Monday by the Board of Directors that an anonymous group of donors had decided, against their wishes, to purchase the school.  Even if no students came back the following school year, or they were down to only 15 or 10 or 5, Saint Fergus would remain open for unknown reasons.  

To say she was relieved was an understatement for Jeanie.  Much needed repairs were being made, and someone had come to put together a state of the art security system.  Which really confused the faculty and dwindling staff.  Who would steal anything from this junk heap?  Even their books were falling apart.  Except they weren’t.  

By the end of the first week, the girls in their dormitories and in the hallways were abuzz with brand new Literature and Maths books.  They were suddenly interested in Oscar Wilde and Pythagoras.  Jeanie watched as three 4th years sat in the windowsill and audibly cracked open their copies of “The Happy Prince,” stars in their eyes.  

“Have you ever seen anyone as good looking as Dr McNamara?  Honestly, I don’t know how I’ll pay attention to anything else but that voice,” she held her book against her chest.

“Oh c’mon Siobhan.  It’s all about the eyes.  I don’t think I’ve seen anything like them.  Proper green.  If he sticks around, I’ll tell Daddy to talk to all of his barrister friends. Get them to enroll their kids here next year.” 

The third girl was clearly in a daydream out the window, “All I heard today was blah blah blah ‘important in oratory history of Ireland’ blah blah.  Lemme tell you, he can give me an oral exam any day.”

Jeanie cleared her throat and the students jumped nearly a mile high.  “It would do you girls a kindness not to sexually harass our newest teacher at Saint Fergus.”  The smallest hint of a smile on her lips.  “Honestly, how is it that I'm headmistress here and have no bloody clue who this mysterious Dr McNamara is?”

“Well rumor has it, Miss, that he bought the school.  Dr Purves hired him for a project at the uni, and he asked to be right in the thick of the school.”  Siobhan shrugged.

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh he’s installing the security system and having a new science laboratory built,” the daydreaming girl chimed in.

“I thought it was a grad student that was teaching here this semester?  Have any of you heard the name Billy Delaney?  I’ve been looking for him the last week or so, but I can't find him in Aberdeen housing.  I’d like to return his sweater.”  Jeanie’s face flushed pink, and the girls all cast a knowing grin in her direction.

“Has Miss got a crush herself?” Siobhan teased.  “There’s no student teachers this year, but did you say Billy Delaney?”  

“Yes.  Does that name sound familiar to you too?”  

The girls stood and handed Jeanie paperback books one by one.  A stack of them, young adult novels that had grown incredibly popular the last few years.  A stone wall with a glowing green and gold light graced the cover.  “A Green Pool of Light: Emerald City to Oz  Book 1” blazed across the top in that standard stereotyped font that represented all things Irish.  The daydreaming girl, Aila Jeanie would come to find out, opened her copy and ran a finger down the page.  “Yeah, he’s like a gender bent Hermione in these books.” 

Jeanie frowned and flipped through the pages.  The girls all started to laugh, not mean-hearted but in the way kids do at adults when they become lost in the world of anyone under 20.  “That’s Dr McNamara, Miss Turner, and he’s living in the Boys Dorms.”

Jeanie blinked a few times, too many times in disbelief.  The girls dissolved into hysterics and headed off to their next set of classes.  Things maybe just got a bit easier but harder at the same time.

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Jeanie stared incredulously at herself in the mirror.  When exactly was the last time she showed up to any man’s room wearing only a coat and her underwear?  Or well, a sweater in this case.  She waited until the school was dark and quiet, she couldn’t risk one of the students seeing her dressed this way.  On her way to do a dance of seduction.  No, that’s humiliating.  This was all humiliating.  

What in the hell am I  even doing? She thought.  But it was too late, her legs carried her into the halls and across the floors and up into the West Wing where the boys slept. Tip-toeing quick and stealthy to the only source of light on this side of the school.  

Jeanie took a deep breath and knocked on the open door.  His back was to her, sitting with one foot up on the chair, a knee drawn up to his chest in the most awkward of positions.  His dark head was bent over an abundance of little digital boxes spread across a desk that he tinkered with under a magnifying glass.  Several computers and laptops spread around the room running codes attached to various projects simultaneously.  Lost in his work, he ignored her.

Sighing heavily, Jeanie knocked louder this time.  She raised one hand up the door frame, leaning in the most tempting pose she could muster at 11pm on a Thursday.  His head popped up, and he only glanced over his shoulder in her direction before going back to his work.  

“Well took ye long enough to find me, Miss Turner.  Wanna see what I’ve put together for the school?”  he queried without paying any attention to her attire.  

Jeanie felt the bile rise in her throat.  How in the hell was she ever going to feel better about herself when this man wouldn’t even acknowledge her?  Was it too late to just slip back down in the shadows and melt away like she never existed?  Still she took a breath and made her way to the desk and stopped directly behind him.  She bent forward over his shoulder, her hair brushed against his face and neck.  There was a nearly inaudible hitch in his breathing as she picked up one of the boxes.  Did she make him nervous?  Good, she thought and chewed her lip to prevent a smirk sneaking through.

“Well Mr Delaney.  Or is it McNamara?” She studied the box carefully and poked at it with her nail.

“Doctor” he interjected huskily.  He was nervous.  “I’ve got a PhD,” he corrected.

“Are you even old enough for a doctorate?!” she retorted.

“I’m 24, thank you very much.  I suppose that’s quite young to have several PhDs, but I don’t really keep track.  If it makes you feel better, I'm also a chef. Cooking is just science after all,” he said almost dismissively.    “Oh, That is L.I.S.A. you’re holding.  Large-scale Interface Security Application.”

Jeanie snorted; she couldn't help it.   “Do you mean an alarm system?”

“No it’s a specified security application that only I know how to program and,” he caught himself.  “Yes.  It’s an alarm system.”  He rolled his eyes and gently took the machine back from her and placed it amongst the others.

“If you're working with Gordon on some kind of secret project, why are you teaching Literature?” Jeanie launched into everything without really meaning to. “You know Dr Delaney or whoever the hell you are, several of the girls brought to my attention that there’s a character in those young adult novels written by Hannah O'Flaherty. “A Pool of Green Light?” They are quite popular with our 1st-4th years.  You're Billy Delaney aren't you?  That’s why you gave that name in the pub the other night instead of your real name.  That being Cormac McNamara, am I correct?”  She placed her hands on hips hidden in the mass of wool and cable knit.  

"Delaney is part of my last name. Hyphenated.” once again correcting the headmistress.

 "Don't see much of that in men" 

"Well it and my brain are about all my parents left me,” he moved to face his chair towards Jeanie and abandon his project. 

 "Well I bet they're proud of you, Cormac. Or Billy.  Whatever.” she waved her hand dismissively.  “You lot discovered.. what's it called?" 

"Dimensional Dark Matter Transport with the possibility of Inter and Temporal" 

"I mean, Portals. Or to put it in tv nerd terms: Beam me up Scotty" 

"Precisely!” Cormac exclaimed and stood up excitedly.  “And your ex-boyfriend-" 

"Husband" 

“Yes, husband.  Well couldn't have been good at it if he's your ex.” He bit a finger absently, staring off towards the ceiling.  Then snapped back to attention quickly,  “Well he wants to find a way to make it.. Portable. Not just in plotted locations around the globe. And my business partners, em Hannah and Brett if you will, would like it privatized. Dr Purves, he wants the highest bidder." 

"Military?” Jeanie blanched at the thought.  Then her voice drifted off, “So the books ARE real.. You three are real.  Hannah hid the stories in plain sight for the entire world to discover"  And for the first time, she noticed a framed photo on the vast desk.  A trio of happy young people: red-headed girl, pretty with large blue eyes.  A floppy haired, tan surfer type.  And a tall, lanky boy with oval glasses and severely parted hair starting to curl.  Jeanie took the frame and traced her fingertip along the glass. “Sarah, Zack and Billy.  This is like finding out Harry, Ron and Hermione are living, breathing people.  And here you are, in my school.”

"I could show you if you want but.. Miss Turner, why are you only in a sweater?" Cormac stepped back and lifted his glasses and put them back down. He took them off hurriedly as if he was embarrassed to be wearing them.  Turning once more to face her "Is.. Is that MY sweater? You're only in. Jeanie, Where are your pants?" 

"Well I planned on seducing you Mr.." 

"Doctor" -

Jeanie sighed as if she had been defeated, "DOCTOR Delaney-McNamara" 

"Well Ive mucked that up I suppose,” a deep crimson set across his ears.

" I mean you can have your sweater back,” Jeanie arched an eyebrow seductively. Pulling the sweater over her head to reveal only a pair of her nicest black panties and bra underneath.  Nothing else.

"Thank you it's quite my favorite-" Cormac’s eyes widened when he noticed the headmistress in front of him wearing nothing but lingerie.  He squinted briefly while scratching his head.  “Oh.. Jeanie. That’s..” his voice drifted off lost in shock.

Ignoring the embarrassment growing in her chest, Jeanie crossed her arms over her chest.  “Why in the hell did you take your glasses off?”

“Oh, em.. Hannah always tells me I’m far more attractive without them.” he shrugged.

“Just like how Clark Kent is only slightly, by a molecule,” Jeanie pinched her fingers together, “less sexy than Superman with his glasses" 

"But his glasses are fake,” Cormac ignored the obvious joke.  “Right now I can just see shapes. Lovely, curved shapes! but only shapes." waving a hand in her general direction again.

Jeanie sat down on his bed without the sweater, to protect her now she just decided to go with her original plan. She crossed her long legs and leaned back with one hand back on the mattress. "Ok give us a look with the glasses on, Delaney.. Mcnamara?" This was frustrating.

"No, I reckon I'll have the kids call me Cormac" his hands on thin hips as he glanced upwards in thought

"Yes, erase that line of authority between yourself and 11-15 year olds. Don't underestimate them, Billy.  Or Cormac.  Or whatever.  You are probably the smartest professor Saint Fergus has ever had, but you’re handsome.  My girls will eat you alive" 

"I wouldn't go that far!" he was exasperated for some reason. 

"You have five PhDs and can’t even legally rent a car in America yet," Jeanie pointed out. 

Cormac waved her off dismissively.  “No!  Not the smart or genius part.  That is true,” he agreed without pretension. “It’s the handsome part,” he rolled his eyes in frustration.  

“Look McNamara, I can’t tell if you’re being humble or an asshole.  Your constant squinting and inflamed cheeks are ruining my perception.”

"Inflamed.." he touched his face  "It's rather distracting. You in your.  I may realize now that's your intent. I'm not really NEW to this, uh women coming on to me. It's just not always quite so forward?"

 "Had I known you were a doctor of  Quantum Mechanics, my approach would be a little less intense. 10 quid or not, you were the one kissing me last night." Jeanie got up off the bed "Ill go, but can I take your sweater with me? The students don't need to see this" 

"Oh, em do ya have to? You're already here, and I'm sure quite lovely to look at." 

"Cormac put your glasses on" 

"Really?" he was adorably confused "I would have to take them off if we-" 

"Have sex?" 

"I didn't mean to imply- I've never really-" he nervously put his glasses back on. Then started fiddling with his hands and chewing on one. 

"No fucking way!” Jeanie sat up quickly “But you're-" 

"Oh please don't say hot." 

"Well-travelled?"

"I am not completely virginal, I'll have ye know! I've done tings. SEXY tings. I've put my mouth and fingers in places on a woman. I'm just picky about where I’d put my penis."  

Jeanie’s amused now, she can’t help it. An eyebrow raised and a laugh ready to escape because he's pacing around and gesticulating wildly now. "Are.. are you getting more Irish?" 

"MAYBE I AM!" he shouted louder than he meant to, then unexpectedly pulled his shirt over his head.

Jeanie laughed at the absurdity now. "Cormac. Or Billy, whatever you are more comfortable with." She kneeled on the bed coming to the edge of it. "We don't have to do this. I'm not asking you to justify your virginity; that your business. It’s a patriarchal construct anyways to make us feel like we have to engage in sexual activity.  Then when we do, we’re trash.  It’s a no-win situation for anyone. I LIKE you. We have all school year to get to know one another better."

“I think Dr Delaney-McNamara, but Cormac works just fine for you” his tone all at once softer and deeper.  

There was a weird electricity in the air, which very well could have been the obscene amount of tech equipment in the small dorm room.  It could have also been that the atmosphere switched so fast from mortification to that moment your body knows something is going to happen.  Jeanie’s head began to swim when she realized the young man in front of her was unbuttoning his jeans to step out of them.  

“Bloody hell...” was all she could utter before he wrapped her up in his arms.  

Jeanie’s hand on Cormac’s hip and the other tangled in his hair as they found themselves in another kiss.  Mouths dancing together.  She sat back and pulled him down so that he was laying completely on top of her now.  His skin was hot almost like a sunburn.  Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Jeanie thought maybe a literal electricity had settled in him from using the portals so often all these years. Their tongues pushed back and forth, she realized his body began to feel similar to one of those static glass balls.  The kind you press your hand against and every single hair on your body raises?  It was strange and exhilarating and comical all at once. 

The thought was fleeting though because Cormac’s lips made its way down Jeanie’s neck.  The breath caught in her throat as he bit softly before trailing to her chest.  His large hand gripped the flesh of her hip, snaking it around to grab at her backside before settling it between her thighs.  The other struggled to unhook her bra while in their current position, his annoyance eliciting a giggle.  

Managing to roll them so that she was on top now, Jeanie deftly reached behind herself to finish the job.  Her breasts free, Cormac took one in his mouth.  His tongue was warm against her skin as he began to suck and lick at a nipple and the flesh around it.  Alternating between each hungrily, hand still lost in between her thighs.  A  finger began to trace the fabric of her panties.  

Audible gasp now, as Jeanie fumbled to reciprocate any way she could.  Kissing his forehead?  or rocking her hips against his hand, she began to float outside of her body. What was she doing?  Trying to feel wanted after all of this time?  Maybe give the other adults something to gossip about over the weekend.  Attractive new professor, the benefactor of Saint Fergus, fucking the boss his first week in.  Jeanie was his boss, but also his subordinate?  Because Cormac, with Brett and Hannah, owned her livelihood now.  

“What a fine mess we’re in, Delaney,” she managed amongst the new spate of kisses.  

Ignoring Jeanie’s frank statement, Cormac took to nibbling her throat again. Exchanging now for harder bites, just enough to let her know he had the upper hand. Fingers deftly pumping rhythmically with the pulsating of her body. He found that part of her with ease. The button Gordon never could without neon arrows. 

“I walked through an alien portal at sixteen and made one of the greatest scientific discoveries none of us can talk about,” That Irish lilt heavy in her ear. “A fine mess has been the last decade of my life, Ms. Turner.”   

There was almost a reckless abandon as Jeanie unexpectedly came. She cried out; it echoed off the dorm walls briefly before Cormac clamped a hand over her mouth. Their eyes both wide before they lost themselves in a fit of giggles. 

Lying beside each other now on the bed, Jeanie felt self-conscious while Cormac absently twirled a finger in her mass of red hair. She felt his green eyes staring as she traced the infinity symbol with the tip of a nail on his chest. Their breathing patterns quickly marched in time together.

“Not sure why I have a gut feeling your timidity was a fucking game,” Jeanie spoke without a hint of anger. More like curiosity. 

“Only just a little. I am far more capable of handling people in small doses.  There's a  certain anxiety hanging around the average university student. I finished undergrad in a year and graduate school in another. Never really fit in with most people my age. I thrived in a boarding college like this one. Never more than 15 children a class. Miss Murphy let me do as I please because I kept mostly to myself, even when she and the others were strangely codependent on my brain.”  

Cormac’s eyes still trained on Jeanie while he spoke. “I didn't mind. I DON'T mind. My tinkering and projects work bloody fantastic now!” he exclaimed with pride. Those long fingers combed through Jeanie's hair. His gaze became nostalgic, “I transferred my AI tech into the lab at Aberdeen.  There's my  personal version.  She's asleep right now,” he chuckled, gesturing towards the wall of monitors. 

Jeanie grimaced, “She?!” 

“Oh yes! SILVIA! I suppose she'll become LISA’s big sister.” 

“You invented a primitive android.” her response was incredulous.

“No no. SILVIA was a lie detector I installed artificial intelligence in to play ch-..” Cormac caught himself. For the hundredth time that evening, “I suppose. Yes,” he tapped a finger against the soft dimple in his cheek. 

“You suppose!” Jeanie reeled with laughter once more.  

Cormac’s face flushed pink, “You know what I did to you was just basic anatomy that’s easily taught by reading a damn book. I reckon you'd be interested in what else reading has taught me about a woman's body.”

And so it began. 

[greencharisard]

I promise I'm still working on that pokemon project, but it's a pokemon-trainer set of 6 of a 'mon that's very detailed so it's taking a lot of time, and I ended up artblocked.

The first pick was the first thing I did after almost a week of not drawing, what happened is roughly this:

- Was still working on-and-off on the pokemon pic set, and a new TLK one.

- Re-downloaded Steam for some reason I can't remember.

- Found out Spore is in there with all three packs  and on sale (base game+creepy & cute+ galactic adventures)

- caved and bought it cuz it's been years and I wanted the third pack and a convinient way to access it that wasn't a 10+ y/o disc/code I've used a million times on 5 or 6 PCs.

- Played it for 3 days or so, including a day were I completely messed up my PC by tampering with the core folders (went back to normal now THANK GOD) and played switch games for that day.

- Spent another half day after fixing my PC making an EA account to have a proper acc on Spore itself (had to go forum digging, it's a mess). Then played Spore more.

- In all of this watched one HK meme video and stated getting a bajillion of them in my YT recommendeds.

- Played a bunch of switch games for a day trying to stay away from Spore and start drawing (failed).

- Decided to start playing HK again at piss off o'clock in the evening. Still couldn't get past Hornet in Greenpath.

- Next morning finally beat boss 2 and open up a MASSIVE CHUNK OF THE GAME.

- spend the next 2 or so days playing that, including most of today.

So yeah, I fried my brain, in an attempt at grudging trough the art block I tried making an OC, then also tried making self-inserts because Hollow Knight has been my lifesource for the past few week or so, while Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss have been one of my latest obsessions for months, so it only felt fitting to morph my crittersona to fit in those universes.

- First I wanted to draw him as an imp, technically I already drew him as a demon/sinner, so a creature native to hell seemed like the next best AU choice. I didn't think much about what he would do, I just focused on the design part itself, and even then as you can see I had quite a few ideas I tried out on the side. One of the main reasons that made me think he'd fit as an imp is that in an earlier design he had that I never posted the tip of his tail was arrow shaped instead of being just a tuft like now (I should draw that impish form again sometime, he was basically like now but not a noodle). For the clothes I kinda used stuff I own irl as inspo, while thinking "what would fit the HH/HB style?" so I used a sleeveless hoodie, a black shirt (I have a lot of those, I just made one with a generic skull pattern here), and the only pair of jeans I own that I can actually stand to wear... escept by the time I remembered I wanted to draw those I had already drawn cargo pants on him out of habit, so I just colored them like jeans instead... I would probably love pants like these lmao. Oh and chains linked to the belt loops, I actually have those too, they're made form crafstore legit normal chains, not ones made to be actually worn like this. Listen I got them in high school I was an edgy basard and I didn't know where to get stuff like that so I just asked dad to get some like this instead ok. I have a pair of normal steel and a pair of black ones, here he's wearing the latter.

- The other idea was to turn him into a HK bug, more specifically, a mosskin tribe member from greenpath, cuz it's my favorite stage of the game with how pretty it is (listen the artwork of that game is goreous ok). He would probably be a bit of a loner/outcast, always hiding with his leaf/bush cape; the lighter fuzz is part of his body. I imagine he'd be a side character you have to go out of your way to meet and interact with, and depending on how you do so his outcome in the story may vary: one option is that he just stays like normal if you befriend him, the second is he succumbs to the infaction and he ends up being a secret boss an you have to kill him, a third however is maybe he does get infected, but if you do some sort of side quest before defeating him you can cure/save him still(?) Idk. His boss/infected form is partially inspired by aspids (because they're some of the most annoying enemies and I think that fits him/me well enough :') ), he probably attacks from a distance with a combo of spitting at you directly from the ceiling and throwing bubbles of infection around the stage by swinging his tail; maybe even releasing bursts of orange gas like some other enemies when you hit him (in later pahses). And yes, the name is a pun; I noticed the characters in this game either have descriptive names/adjectives, or normal names so I went with a combo of the two.

art and characters by me, do not copy, trace, repost, reuse ecc without my permission please.

[kawaiikichi]

The Words “I Love You” (BKDK)

Hello, you guys! I have come with another one-shot for BKDK! This one is a little longer than the rest that I’ve done up to this point and is based off the 5 + 1 Things (I’m late to the party, I know). It’s five instances where Izuku tells Katsuki he loves him and the one time Katsuki says it back.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: The Words “I Love You”

Summary: A 5 + 1 Things documenting the five times Izuku told Katsuki “I love you” and the one time Katsuki said it back.

One-Shot Notes: Everything is pretty much the same except it diverges from canon after the Deku vs Kacchan battle in S3; they start dating about two and a half months after the fight; their relationship is a “secret” (everyone knows they’re dating, but they choose not to say anything)

One-shot is under the cut! 

Instance #1 - The Dorms (Afternoon)

“Godfucking dammit! I fucking hate cleaning! It fucking sucks!” Katsuki snarled, shaking the broom that Aizawa handed him earlier.

“But somebody’s gotta do it, don’t you think, Kacchan...?” Izuku spoke hesitantly, hoping to assuage his fuming boyfriend.

“Fuck that shit!” Katsuki roared, explosions erupting from his hand as he blew the broom into smithereens.

Izuku let out a horrified shout as he gaped at the remains of the broom that laid before Katsuki.

“Kacchan! We do not make the brooms explode!” he scolded. 

“Huh?! What are you, my fucking mom?! Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Deku!” Katsuki roared, more explosions erupting from his hand.

“I can do whatever I please, Kacchan! So stop trying to pick fights every chance you get!”

“So you think I’m trying to pick fights, huh...well, I’ll show you what a real fight looks like—”

“Yo, Bakugou! Stop picking fights with Midoriya and get back to work! Here, I even brought you an extra broom!”

Katsuki whirled around to glare daggers at Eijirou, who entered the common area along with Denki.

“Fuck off, Shitty Hair! This is between me and Deku!” he then marched over to Eijirou. “Also, gimme that fucking broom!” he shouted, swiping it out of Eijirou’s hand.

“Alright, alright, bro! Well, Kaminari and I are going to go upstairs for a tutoring session with Yaoyorozu!” Eijirou declared.

“Okay, then! We fucking get it, so go to your goddamn tutoring session before I blast you and Pikachu out of this fucking dorm!” Katsuki snapped.

“Whoa-ho! Chillax, Fireball! We’re going now, alright?” Denki said.

“Huh?! Who the fuck you calling a goddamn Fireball—”

“Kacchan, just let it go!” Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s torso as he shot looks at Eijirou and Denki. “Kirishima, Kaminari, hurry upstairs while I still have him restrained!” he called out.

“Alright!” Eijirou replied as he and Denki scampered away.

Katsuki let out a growl.

“Goddammit...!” he bit out.

“Kacchan, if you try to struggle any more than you already are, I will literally slam you down onto the floor! You know I will!” Izuku shouted.

“Oh, fucking fine!” Katsuki shouted back in response.

Izuku released Katsuki as the blond released a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his spiky hair.

“Ugh, those two fucking piss me off sometimes...” he then shot a side glance at Izuku. “Also, sorry for yelling at you. It’s gonna take me a while before I can stop doing that.” he said.

“Oh no, there’s no need for you to apologize, Kacchan! I completely understand!” Izuku nodded at the broom that Katsuki held in his hand. “Let’s just get to cleaning, yeah?” he suggested.

Katsuki glared at the broom in his hand and then at the vacuum that Izuku was holding before sighing.

“Fucking fine...” he grumbled as he proceeded to sweep the rug.

Izuku watched his boyfriend huffily sweep the rug as an idea came to him.

“Hey, Kacchan. I have an idea.” he said.

“Huh? Am idea?” Katsuki answered.

“Yeah! To make cleaning duty a little more fun for you.”

“Okay...I’m listening...”

“So, how about we compete to see who can finish cleaning the fastest? The winner can get the loser to do whatever they want for the rest of the day.” Izuku explained.

“Hm...sounds interesting enough. I’m in.” Katsuki eyed Izuku curiously. “But why do all this? You know, come up with the competition and stuff.” he asked.

“Hm, I wonder...” Izuku made his way over to Katsuki and leaned in so that he could whisper in his ear. “Maybe it’s because I love you and I want my boyfriend to stop being so grumpy?” he replied.

He watched as Katsuki’s cheeks turned pink. He couldn't’ help but giggle.

How cute, he thought to himself.

“Oh, by the way, the competition starts now. Try and catch me if you can.” Izuku said before turning on the vacuum and dashing off with it.

Katsuki blinked, trying to process what just happened. Then, a wide smirk pulled his lips upward.

“Oh, now you’re asking for it, Deku!” he hollered as he took off after Izuku, using his Quirk to help him gain some speed.

Izuku whirled around, his eyes growing wide upon seeing Katsuki using his Quirk.

“Kacchan, wait! You shouldn’t be using your Quirk in here!” he shouted.

“Don’t worry, Deku. I’ll make sure that I don’t damage anything!” Katsuki shouted back.

“That’s not the point here!” Izuku whined.

They came around a corner and raced past Shouto, who was exiting the kitchen with a cup of green tea in his hand.

Shouto could only stare in mild surprise as Katsuki tackled Izuku and the two of them went tumbling to the floor. He watched Katsuki proceed to tickle Izuku, the sounds of high-pitched squeals and pleas for mercy accompanied by the blond’s raucous laughter reaching his ears.

Shouto let out a sigh as he took a sip from his cup.

What a couple of lovebirds.

🧡💚🧡💚

Instance #2 - Training Grounds (Afternoon)

After being told of their one-on-one training battles for today along with drawing lots for who was battling who, everyone went to the locker room to change into their hero costumes.

Izuku pulled his shirt over his head as Eijirou spoke.

“So the first battle will be Bakugou versus Todoroki, huh...that’s gonna be just as intense as when they battled during the school festival.” he commented.

“And this time, you better not hold the fuck back, Half n’ Half Bastard!” explosions erupted from Katsuki’s palms. “Come at me so I can blast you out of the damn arena!” he roared.

“The same goes for you too.” Shouto shot a look at Katsuki. “I’ll try my best to defeat you, as well.” he stated.

“You better fucking mean it!” Katsuki snapped as he began to hurl expletives at Shouto.

Denki shuddered.

“Geez, they’re so intense already...” he released a sigh. “Well, my battle’s against Jirou, so that’ll be interesting.” he said as he threw his jacket on.

“And mines is against Yaoyorozu! Ah, I’m really looking forward to that battle...” Mineta trailed off, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth as his mind began to wander.

“Mineta! Stop it with your filthy fantasies right this instant! We are in a school environment!” Tenya shouted from across the room, moving his hand up and down in his signature chopping motion.

Izuku laughed as he proceeded to put on his hero costume. As he did, he managed to catch a glimpse of Katsuki’s toned chest as he took off his shirt. Izuku swallowed as he watched Katsuki’s muscles flex with each movement he made.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Shirtless Kacchan, shirtless Kacchan! I mean, I’ve seen him shirtless countless times already, but now that we’re dating, it’s enough to make my heart flutter, he thought to himself.

He didn’t realize that he was still staring at Katsuki until a familiar voice pulled him back into reality.

“Oi, Deku! The hell are you looking at?!” Katsuki barked out.

“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!” Izuku shouted in response, his cheeks a fiery red as he quickly snapped his gaze away from the blond.

He quickly got dressed and left the locker room before anyone could ask him any questions. As he walked down the hall, he heard a voice call out to him.

“Hey, Deku.”

Izuku let out a small yelp as an arm wrapped itself around his waist and he was pulled into a side embrace, the familiar scent of cinnamon and cologne flooding his senses.

“You see something you like back there?” Katsuki asked.

“H-Huh?! No!” Izuku exclaimed, the tips of his ears burning as Katsuki chuckled.

“Really now? Because I’m pretty sure I saw you staring at me intently as I was changing my clothes.” Katsuki teased, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

Izuku pouted.

“Kacchan—”

“Deku!”

At that moment, Katsuki withdrew his arm from around Izuku’s waist, shouted “Die!” in a loud voice, and blasted Izuku into the wall. He watched Ochaco gasp out of the corner of his eye.

“Deku!” she raced over to him. “Deku, are you okay?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m alright.” he replied as she helped him up.

Katsuki let out a “hmph” before whirling around and marching off. Ochaco shot a look at Katsuki’s retreating back.

“Bakugou! Why would you do that—” Izuku cut her off before she could continue.

“Don’t worry about it, Uraraka. I think I went too far with my teasing this time around...” he trailed off.

There’s no way I could tell her that he did it so that he could cover up how close we were just now. If she ever finds out that Kacchan and I are dating, she’ll pass out from the shock, he thought to himself.

“Is that so...” Ochaco trailed off.

“Y-Yeah! Kacchan’ll cool off eventually. We should get going.” Izuku said.

“Yeah!” Ochaco chirped in response.

The two of them made conversation as they headed to the training ground, discussing their upcoming battles with Tsuyu and Aoyama. Eventually, everyone else arrived at the training ground, Aizawa along with some of the other teachers waiting for them.

“Now that everyone is here, we will begin the battles with the first one being Todoroki versus Bakugou. The two of you, make your way up to the battle stage. I’m starting to get sleepy already.” Aizawa grumbled, zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag and laying down on the ground.

“Hah! It’s “Blasting Icy-Hot Outta This Fucking Arena” time!” Katsuki roared as he bumped his fist against his palm, creating a small explosion in the process.

As he was about to head onto the stage, Izuku called out to him.

“Wait, Kacchan! I need to say something before you go!” he shouted as he raced over to Katsuki.

“Huh? What is it now, Deku?” Katsuki asked as Izuku approached him.

Izuku motioned for him to lean down so that he could whisper in his ear. Katsuki hesitated for a moment before complying. Izuku cupped his hands around Katsuki’s ear and a part of his cheek before whispering to him.

“Go show Todoroki what you’re made of. I love you, Kacchan.” he said.

He then delivered a quick peck to Katsuki’s cheek before pulling away. He watched Katsuki’s face flush a light red and he had to stop himself from grinning at the sight.

It seems like Kacchan.exe has stopped working, he thought to himself.

“You...You don’t need to tell me twice! I know you fucking do! And I’ll blast that Half n’ Half bastard into smithereens! Just you wait!” Katsuki shouted before marching over to the stage.

Izuku laughed nervously as Ochaco and Tsuyu walked over to him.

“Deku! What did you tell Bakugou?” Ochacho asked.

“I am curious as well, Midoriya. What did you tell him? He seemed pretty flustered, which is rare for him.” Tsuyu commented.

“Oh, that? Nothing much. It’s just...” Izuku watched as Katsuki launched his first attack on Todoroki. “Something to boost his ego a little, maybe?”

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Instance #3 - Grocery Shopping (Late Afternoon/Early Evening)

“Now, let’s see here...” Katsuki burned holes into the shopping list that Momo handed him when he left the dorm with Izuku earlier today. “We got the cabbage, so let’s go get the fucking soba noodles.” he said.

“Okay!” Izuku chirped as he pushed the cart, following Katsuki around like a puppy would follow its owner.

Katsuki eyed Izuku, silently noting how eager he looked.

Class 1-A decided to draw lots in order to see who would go grocery shopping this time around. Katsuki and Izuku ended up being selected and Momo handed them a list she wrote up before ushering them out of the dorm. As much as Katsuki was annoyed that he got chosen to do the task, he didn’t hate it, either.

Not when Izuku had such a damn adorable look on his face. 

They made their way down the noodle aisle and picked up some packets of soba, udon, and somen noodles along with some instant cup ramen. Placing them in the cart, Katsuki checked them off the list.

“Alright, now let’s go get those fucking baking ingredients for Satou and then that green tea Half n’ Half bastard likes. Ponytail said that this store also carries her favorite tea from some place called Harrod’s, so we’ll also go and fucking pick that up—” he stopped, feeling Izuku’s arms wrap around his own.

He stared at Izuku in mild surprise.

“Oi, Deku, just what is it that you’re doing?” he asked.

“Hugging your arm.” Izuku replied.

“I can fucking see that. Why are you doing it, though?”

“This feels nice. You know, the two of us going grocery shopping together. Don’t you think this is nice, Kacchan?”

Katsuki looked over at Izuku and was nearly sucker-punched by the wide, doe-like eyes that Izuku was shooting him.

Fucking shit, I can’t not answer him when he looks at me like that, he thought to himself.

“Yeah...it does feel nice.” he said.

Izuku beamed up at the blond, rubbing his cheek against his arm as Katsuki began to push the cart.

They picked up the ingredients that Satou needed and quickly made a detour to the candy aisle to pick up some sweets that Mina and Tooru said they wanted to try.

As Katsuki put (read: chucked) a package of sakura-themed Kit Kats into the cart, Izuku spotted a large milk chocolate bar. His eyes sparkled in swe as he picked it up.

“Whoa, this is super big...” he looked over at Katsuki. “Hey, Kacchan! Look at what I found!” he called out, waving the chocolate bar around for him to see.

“Huh? What is it?” Katsuki answered as he looked at Izuku, frowning upon seeing the chocolate bar in his hands.

“Fuck no.” he said almost immediately.

“Huh?” Izuku blinked his eyes twice in surprise. “Wha—”

“Fuck no.”

“But—”

“I said. Fuck. No! If it ain’t on the damn list, we ain’t picking it up!”

“But Kacchan—”

“Fuck no means fuuuuuuuck noooooooo! Put it back, Deku.”

“Kacchan—”

“Put it back or else I’ll blast it right out of your hands.”

“But then you’ll have to buy it, anyway.”

“Don’t get smart with me, Deku! Now, put the chocolate bar back where you found it.”

Izuku’s lips curled into a pout.

“Fine...” he mumbled.

He shot Katsuki a dejected look as he turned to put the chocolate bar back. As soon as the bar hit the shelf, Katsuki let out a groan.

“Aaaaaaargh, fine! Fine! Put it in the cart! I’ll buy it for you!” he shouted.

Izuku immediately picked the bar back up and whirled around to face Katsuki, his eyes sparkling with glee.

“Really?!” he exclaimed.

“Yes, really. Now, hurry it up and put it in the cart before I change my fucking mind. Just know that we’re sharing that because there is no way in hell you’ll end up with a gazillion cavities in your teeth—” Izuku tossed the bar into the cart and threw his arms around Katsuki before the blond could finish his sentence.

“Thank you, Kacchan! I love you, I love you, I love yooooooooooooou!” he gushed excitedly.

“Whoa, slow down there!” Katsuki blushed a little. “You do realize that we’re in fucking public, right?” he asked.

“Oh.” Izuku replied, his eyes wide as a boy’s voice reached their ears.

“Mama! Those two guys are holding each other!” he shouted.

“Shhh! Honey, don’t look!” his mother chided.

A bright red blush spread across Izuku’s face as he withdrew from Katsuki.

“Sorry for suddenly hugging you like that...” he murmured.

“Shit, don’t apologize, just...” Katsuki sighed, running a finger through his hair. “Let’s just get the rest of the groceries and get the fuck out of this store.” he said.

Izuku nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” he said.

The two of them exited the candy aisle and they went to get the tea for Momo and Shouto, an awkward silence hanging over them all the while.

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Instance #4 - The Dorms, Katsuki’s Room (Evening)

Katsuki was seated at his desk, working on his homework when there was a knock at the door. He looked over at the door, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes?” he called out.

“Um, Kacchan? It’s me...”

Katsuki felt the tension in his body seep out of him the minute he heard Izuku’s voice on the other side of the door.

Oh, thank god. I can distract myself for the time being, he thought to himself.

“The door’s open.” he said.

The door opened moments later to reveal Izuku, who poked his head inside.

“Hi, Kacchan.” he spoke sheepishly, his cheeks tinted a light red.

It felt like Cupid had struck him through the heart.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—!

Oh goddamn it all, why does Deku have to be so cute, he asked himself.

Izuku stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He had on a simple navy blue v-neck shirt and blue pajama pants that had red stars, white stars, and All Might on them. Katsuki resisted the urge to snort. The pajama pants were ridiculously dorky, but they definitely suited him.

He looked down and noticed that Izuku was holding a piece of paper and a pen in his hand.

“Is that for me?” he asked.

“Oh, this? Yeah, it is. I’m stuck on this problem and I need you to help me solve it.” Izuku explained.

“Is that so...well, come sit on the bed. Make yourself comfortable.” Katsuki said.

Izuku nodded as he crawled onto Katsuki’s bed and leaned against the pillow Katsuki climbed on as well and sat down beside Izuku.

Immediately, the scent of eucalyptus mint hit the blond’s nostrils. Looking at Izuku’s slightly damp hair and his glowing skin, it was clear to him that he just came out of the shower. This made his heart hammer against his ribcage.

Shit, he smells so good. I wanna nuzzle my face into his neck and just inhale his scent, he thought to himself.

He shooed that thought away before it could fully manifest into an action.

“So? What’s the problem?” Katsuki asked.

“It’s this one.” Izuku showed him the paper. “I don’t know how to go about simplifying it...” he trailed off.

Katsuki took the piece of paper from him and he scanned it over.

“2i<6u...? Oh come on, Deku, this shit is so fucking easy. You just divide two from both sides and you get i<3u.” he said, taking Izuku’s pen from him and outlining teach step for him.

“I see...” Izuku peered down at the paper. “You know, that looks like it could be read a different way.” he pointed out.

“Huh? Read a different way?” Katsuki eyed the sheet of paper quizzically. “The only way that this can be read is i<3u.” he stated.

“No, there’s another way.” Izuku stated.

Katsuki furrowed his brows.

“I don’t follow.”

“You don’t know?”

“No, I fucking don’t.”

“I thought you were smart, Kacchan.”

“Huh?! Don’t test me, Deku! I’m fucking intelligent, I’ll have you know!”

“Then what is the other way you can read that?”

“Like hell if I know.”

“Would you like me to tell you?”

Katsuki shot a look at Izuku, who looking right back at him. This lasted for a few minutes before Izuku began to giggle.

“Alright, since it seems like you want me to tell you, then I might as well.” he said.

That was when Izuku leaned in closer, which caught Katsuki by surprise.

“Oi Deku, just what is it that you’re doing?” he asked.

“I’m going to tell you the answer.” Izuku replied.

Yeah, I figured that much, but do you have to be so close? It’s bad for my heart, Katsuki thought to himself.

Izuku leaned in even closer, his breath hitting Katsuki’s ear.

“The less than three makes a heart. So in other words, it can also be read as “I love you,” Kacchan.” he whispered.

Katsuki sat there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what Izuku said. Then, it clicked.

“So in other words, it can also be read as “I love you,” Kacchan.” Izuku’s words played in his mind like a broken record as a blush crawled onto his cheeks.

Then, it began to spread to his ears the moment plush, warm lips connected with his cheek.

Oh, goddamn it all, he sure knows how to drive me wild, Katsuki thought to himself.

Before he could grab Izuku and show him what a real kiss is like, Izuku pulled away and he climbed off of the bed.

“Thanks for helping me solve that problem, I do appreciate it.” Izuku made his way over to the door. “Goodnight, Kacchan.” he said.

Then, Izuku winked at him (which, by the way, Katsuki thought was the cutest thing on Earth) before slipping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Placing the paper and pen off to one side, Katsuki flopped down onto the covers, burying his face in them.

Deku...he knew what the answer to that problem was all along, didn’t he? He only came up here to have me solve the problem so that he could tell me that he loves me, he thought to himself.

He did it on purpose.

Katsuki chuckled as a giddy feeling filled his chest.

“Damn.”

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Instance #5 - The Dorms, Katsuki’s Room (Morning)

Katsuki stirred from his slumber that morning to feel something warm pressed against him. Peeking under the covers, he saw Izuku curled up against him, his head resting on his chest over his heart.

Katsuki grinned.

Gosh, he’s so cute when he’s asleep, he thought to himself.

He slung an arm around Izuku’s torso and began to rub his back soothingly as he recalled what happened last night.

Izuku came to his room at around eleven-thirty last night in tears, saying that he had a dream where the League of Villains had taken Katsuki custody and in the end, he didn’t make it out alive. Izuku had been so shaken up that his first thought was to go upstairs and see for himself that the blond was alive and well. Katsuki took him into his room without a second thought and they ended up sleeping together in his bed with Katsuki rubbing circles into his back and whispering sweet nothings and reassurances before drifting off to sleep.

Izuku smiled in his sleep as he curled up closer to Katsuki. The blond rested his head atop Izuku’s, inhaling the scent of lavender shampoo in his curly, dark green locks.

Everything about this moment is just so fucking perfect. I wish I could wake up with him in my arms every morning, Katsuki thought to himself.

He moved his head down and began peppering Izuku’s face with chaste kisses. As he left one on his right eyelid, Izuku’s eyes fluttered open. He released a yawn.

“Mmmm...Kacchan...?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Katsuki felt like he got shot in the heart by Cupid as Izuku reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

Fuuuuuuuuck, he’s so fucking cute! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Holy shit! Oh my god! Damn, now I really hope this moment can just last forever, he thought to himself.

Katsuki grinned down at him.

“Damn right, it’s me. Morning, Deku.” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I take it you slept well last night?” he asked.

“I did! And it was all because I was in your arms the whole night, Kacchan.” Izuku replied, beaming up at him happily.

Katsuki laughed.

“You’re damn right. I’m your boyfriend, so I gotta make sure you’re getting enough sleep and shit.” he said.

Izuku couldn’t help but giggle.

“I know, I know.” he looked at Katsuki. “So, what were you doing before I woke up?” he asked.

“Looking at you. Thinking about how fucking cute you were as you slept. Showering your fucking cute face with kisses.” Katsuki replied.

Izuku blushed.

“So that’s what you were doing...”

“What, so you were actually awake the whole time?”

“No. It was only when I felt something pressing gently against my eyelid that I woke up.”

“Is that so...”

Izuku smiled.

“You know, I love you so much, Kacchan.” he said.

A blush dusted Katsuki’s cheeks pink as Izuku continued.

“You know what would make me love you even more than I already do?” he tapped a finger against his lips. “If you kiss me right here.” he said.

Katsuki chuckled.

“I like that.” he wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist. “I really like the sound of that.” he said as he began to lean in towards Izuku.

Before their lips could touch, however, there was loud knocking at the door.

“Hey, Bakugou! You up yet?!”

Katsuki glared daggers at the door, hoping that it would slice through and stab whoever the fuck was at the door (most likely Eijirou).

“Fuck.” he bit out.

Way to ruin my alone time with Deku, dipshit.

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Bonus Instance (+1) - The Dorms, Near Izuku’s Room (Night)

“Kacchan, you know you didn’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Walk me back to my room.”

“Well, I’m doing it because I want to.”

“But—”

“Shut up and let me fucking walk you back to your room, Deku.”

Izuku and Katsuki stepped into the dorm after spending two hours doing practice battles at the training ground (with permission from Aizawa, of course). They walked side by side, the only light in the dorm being the beams of moonlight that shone through the windows.

“Oi, Deku, you sure you don’t wanna shower before you go and sleep? You reek.” Katsuki said.

“Well, you reek, too.” Izuku responded with a huff.

“Huh, don’t you have a smart mouth, Deku.” Katsuki commented as he tickled Izuku’s side, causing him to dissolve into barely stifled giggles.

Flicking on the lights, they headed down the hall to Izuku’s room. Once they stopped, Izuku turned to smile at Katsuki.

“Well, thanks for walking me back to my room even though I told you numerous times that you didn’t have to. I appreciate it.” he leaned in towards Katsuki. “I love you, Kacchan.” he said before pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.

Katsuki looked at Izuku with a stunned look on his face as Izuku pulled away.

“Good night.” Izuku said as he turned to open the door.

Before he could step inside, Katsuki called out to him.

“Oi, wait just a fucking minute.”

Izuku turned as Katsuki grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him towards him, cupping his cheek as their lips crashed together in a kiss. Izuku was taken aback, but it only lasted for a short moment before melting, kissing Katsuki back.

The kiss lasted for a couple more minutes before Katsuki pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. Red bore into green as Katsuki spoke, his cheeks turning red.

“I...fucking love you too.” he said.

Immediately, Izuku blushed bright red. His heart soared and giddiness began to bubble up from within him like soda at Katsuki’s words. He grinned from ear to ear.

“I know, Kacchan.” he pecked him on the lips. “Good night.” he said.

“Yeah, good night.” Katsuki said as Izuku pulled away and he headed inside.

Before closing the door, Izuku turned and flashed Katsuki one last smile. “I love you, Kacchan. I really do.” he said.

“I know you fucking do. Now, go and catch some fucking zzz’s.” Katsuki said with the wave of his hand.

Izuku laughed before turning and closing the door behind him. Almost instantly, Katsuki dissolved into a blushing, flustered mess. He facepalmed as he let out a loud groan.

Oh my god, why am I acting like some fucking high school girl who just got her kiss?! My heart won’t stop fucking racing, my cheeks are fucking red, and my lips feel like they’re on fucking fire! It was just a fucking kiss and a simple “I fucking love you too,” so why the fuck am I like this, Katsuki asked himself.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart and to get rid of the raging blush on his cheeks. It worked in a matter of minutes.

“Now that’s more fucking like it.” he said.

He turned to start walking back to his room only to come face to face with a widely smiling Eijirou. This caught Katsuki off-guard.

“The fuck—”

“Man, Bakugou, you’re such a smooth operator!” Eijirou gushed.

“Huh? The fuck are you going on about, Shitty Hair?” Katsuki asked.

“Obviously when you pulled Midoriya to you and kissed him! And then you were all like, “I...fucking love you too” with really red cheeks and this really soft look on your face! Like, soft Bakugou is some good quality stuff right there!” Eijirou said.

Katsuki glared at Eijirou.

“You saw that?!”

“Uh, yeah? I mean, there’s nothing to be afraid of, since everyone else knows you two are dating.”

“What?! Everyone knows?!”

“Oh shit, I promised Yaoyorozu that I wouldn’t say anything—”

“Die!”

[yaboymercury]

Gassy Lessons - First class: English

Jay was pissed. Despite being the first week of his second attempt at his last year of high school, he had already missed the first assignment. His English teacher Mr Stevens would usually let someone get away with just a warning, but since Jay was redoing the year he had higher expectations which was why when Jay was supposed to be heading home he was stuck in his English classroom.

Sitting in the middle desk of the small room Jay considered just leaving since Stevens was taking his time arriving. He had done so multiple times during his previous years in the school but decided against it since he didn't really want to get himself in anything deeper wanting this school year to go as smoothly as possible.

Before he had any more time to think on it though his teacher walked in.

Despite the circumstances Jay usually liked the teacher, but not particularly for his teaching. Since Mr Stevens was so passionate about English he tended to get up from his desk and walk around the room reading passages, making dramatic movements to emphasize what he was saying and occasionally scribbling down hasty notes on the board at the front. While many students found this method engaging, Jay tended to be more interested in how all this movement made the teachers thick chino covered ass move and shake providing enough motivation for Jay to attend the lessons. On top of his ass though Jay found the rest of the teacher attractive with his medium length messy brown hair, cute glasses and young features giving him almost a dreamy quality to the rebellious student.

But obviously today Jay was more annoyed at the man who was obviously making a move to prove himself as an authority with the detention as he sat down at his desk and gave Jay an icy look. Turning away from Jay we peered into his desk draws and pulled out a thin battered paperback book. He stood up and strolled over to Kay and placed handed him the book which had obviously seen better days.

"Since you obviously aren't committed to your work yet this year, all I'm going to ask you to do is read through this poetry collection and take in some of the messages of the poems, once you're done tell me."

And with that he turned back to return to his desk, and of course Jay took the opportunity to peek at his ass barely being held back by his trousers.

Jay was relieved that the book looked short being only a dozen pages long, so he thought he might as well get it over with. As he opened the cover before he could even process the first words on the page he was assaulted by a wretched smell hitting him like a train. Not wanting to react to harshly in front of the teacher he withheld a gag but the stench wasn't holding up. It had to have come from the book Jay thought as the stink arrived as soon as he opened it, daring to confirm his suspicions he brought the page slightly closer to his nose his theory was confirmed as it seemed the cloud of stink grew stronger the closer he got to it. In an attempt to stop the smell Jay slammed the book closed and attempted to get a breathe of fresh air to cleanse his palette.

"Focus on you work Jay" He heard from the desk as soon as he closed the book. Mr Stevens look had become more mischevious with a slight glimmer of a smirk as he stared down his student.

"Yes sir" Jay responded picking the book back up. As he did so the teacher withdrew a Tupperware box from his bag which he opened and began to eat from. Jay couldn't tell exactly what he was eating but it looked something like an eggy salad with a lot of thick creamy dressing.

Switching his attention back to the book he opened the next page and was again hit with a stink but this time stronger, more rotten. He couldn't hold back a choke this time as he felt his air supply being attacked. His eyes watered as he attempted to power through the attack on his senses, he could feel the toxicity of the pages radiating out of the book.

Moving through the pages he tried to stay on each for a little while to give the illusion he was reading but as they went on the smell got worse. Continuing through the pages he aimlessly hopes for maybe just one clean page so he could focus but the smell only got worse. It was in fact quite the opposite as he began to notice marks on the page, greenish brown stains on some of the pages. He didn't want to believe it at first but he knew that he could recognise the smell all along.

It was the undeniable smell of rotten gassy farts. He gulped making the disgusting realisation and as he did he heard a snicker from his usually nice and helpful teacher who had just finished eating. What was once just a smirk had turned into a malicious grin as he wiped his mouth, Jay put the pieces together and knew exactly wear the farts were sourced from.

Turning to the last page there was a deep dirty green stain in the middle, the stench radiating out of it was sickening makinf Jay gag as he closed the last page and tried to recover from the second hand fart attack he has just experienced.

"Oh so you're finished?" Mr Stevens said standing "So what did you think of the collection? I find the words so engrossing, the really create a sensory experience don't they?" He knew what he was doing mocking Jay with the words as he sauntered towards him.

"Why did you do it?" Jay looked up at the teacher with his eyes still wet from experiencing the smell.

"Do what?" He replied with fake concern, but immediately answered himself "Oh you mean this?" He put one hand on Jays desk and leaned forward looking down at his student with a mean smile.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAPP

The fart blasted into the classroom echoing on the walls, even though it wasn't aimed at him the stink still reached Jay, the smell being fresh hit him harder making him recoil.

"Well being a teacher means I can't exactly be farting around in lessons so between classes I often relieve myself into my favourite book." He explained snatching the book back from Jay. "I've been saving it for a special occasion, so when I saw my favourite pervy student was behind on work I thought I could teach him a stinky lesson."

"What do you mean pervy?" Jay said feigning indifference trying to avoid eye contact with the sadistic teacher.

"Don't be stupid Jay, you really think I haven't noticed you staring at this ass for the years I've been teaching you?" He turned around letting Jay get a close look at the cheeks up close, Jay obviously couldn't resist not being able to tear his eyes from it.

Prrrrrap

The fart was small but packed a punch making him pull back. But despite the horrific smell, Jay was now sporting a hard on beneath the desk after being so close to the ass of his dreams. "Who knows? Maybe I like the attention you give it Jay?" Stevens said sitting down in the chair in front of Jay turning it around to face him.

In shock from everything Jay was surprised when the teacher asked "So Jay what was your favourite line from the collection?" Jay had completely forgotten he was supposed to actually read the collection.

"I'm sorry sir I can't remember any of it"

"That's disappointing Jay, it really is. I'd have to say mine would be the line from page 3..." He leaned over in the chair dramatically and winced a little:

FRAAAAAAAAARP FFRRRRRTT

"I just really think it's an important message which gives off a really strong aromatic sensation."

He wasn't wrong, after the flatulence had amplified massively off the wooden chair it went straight for Jay's nostrils with a dirty stink. The teacher stood up and began to waft his hand behind his big ass as he paced in front of Jay's desk where he sat stunned at the gassy skill of his teacher.

"What about the line from the fourth piece Jay do you think you could read it out for me?" Jay knew what he wanted but he really wasn't sure if he would be able to pull it off. He tensed in his chair pushing all he could.

Frrttt

"God Jay that was pathetic, almost disrespectful, have I failed you as a teacher?" He said in fake anger "It's supposed to go like this!" He stopped in front of the desk turning around and leaned over his hands on the desk in front of Jay. His amazing ass was pointing right at Jay and even though he knew what was coming the ass tempted him closer.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPTTT

But it was like the blast pushed him right back with a cloud of powerful stink.

"Ahh much better don't you think?" the teacher looked back at his student dazed in a cloud of his stink. Mr Stevens leaned into Jay and gave his student a sniff. "Wow Jay you really smell like you've learnt your lesson" he said giggling at his stink covered student.

"Despite loving the whole collection Jay, what I love the most about the book is how it ends, do you remember it Jay?" Jay recalled the stain on the last page and the unbelievable stench of it, but in fear of what it may mean all he could muster was a weak shake of his head. Ominously Mr Stevens stomach rumbled.

"Oh Jay" be said pitifully "I think you do remember, and with the help of my egg salad from earlier I think my rotten ass can remind you." The thought terrified Jay.

Usually the sight of his sexiest teacher sliding out of his painted on trousers would excite Jay but seeing a matching streak stain on his white briefs terrified the student.

" Hopefully you can learn something from this..." The teacher said as he wrapped his hands behind Jay's head and pulled him nose first right into his stained crack. The last thing Jake could remember was the engulfing sound of gas enveloping his face and the stink of eggy flatulence filling up his head.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Buster

Ava: Are you lot en-route? Buster: 'Course Buster: But we've had one foot out the door for like half an hour, honestly Ava: Good, 'cos I have presents Buster: Yeah? Buster: Pot of gold or what, like Ava: Hardly appropriate for a two-year-old Ava: None for you, soz 💔 Buster: I'd argue it's very appropriate Buster: All the shit he needs haemorrhages cash Ava: You were warned Ava: Extensively Buster: And I ain't sorry I didn't listen Buster: They can all try and sue me Ava: Enter an arena where they aren't the experts? Ava: Doesn't sound like mum and dad Buster: No such arena exists, clearly Buster: Know it all, have done it all Ava: Your degree must be a waste of time then Buster: You'd have to ask 'em what they reckon Buster: But I'd wait til they've got a few more drinks down 'em first, get closer to the truth Ava: Ugh, shut up Ava: You know they're proud of you Buster: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: But are you proud of me? Real MVP and everything Ava: When you get your cap and gown Ava: Funny wig, even better Ava: I still only got stuff for the kids and Ri though Ava: I'll chase a 🌈 down ASAP Buster: You're alright Buster: Already got a girlfriend, don't you? Buster: No need to get gayer just to wind me up, Nance has got that covered Ava: Ha, don't even chat to me about annoying Buster: I won't Ava: 😏 Ava: No, you're meant to ask, idiot Ava: You're so lucky you only have a son Buster: Tell me then Buster: I want a girl next Ava: Well she's not coming back, not that I'm surprised Buster: What bullshit excuse did she go with this time? She's got too much work on, girlfriend drama or she just hates fam functions SO MUCH Ava: It was column A presented but 1000% came across as column C Ava: She can be so Buster: I know Buster: Did she try and buy you off with an NYC trip that ain't gonna happen just like the last one didn't? Ava: Twin telepathy is real, yeah? Ava: 🙄 Buster: Fuck that and her Buster: I told you before, when you actually wanna go I'll take you Buster: Then you only have to see her a bearable amount Ava: I know Ava: It'd be interesting to see how long she could hold a conversation with me but yeah Ava: won't happen so Buster: Longer than she can with me or dad, probably slightly less time than she can with mum, depending what mood they are both in Buster: That'd be my bet Buster: Chin up, the good twin is finally on his fucking way Ava: Sounds about right Ava: Good time to tell you to call her yourself later or do you want a drink before you process that? Buster: Bad time to be forced to remember that I told Rio right at the start I wouldn't drink when she couldn't Ava: Honestly, I thought this kid was PLANNED Ava: She couldn't Christmas or New Year either Buster: She was planned, just not by me Ava: 'Course, you would've factored in drinking Ava: Must be their gay agenda Buster: There's loads of shit I'd have factored in Ava: That's your upbringing talking Buster: Shut up Ava: It is though Ava: Personally, I agree its better than the more the merrier approach too Buster: You'll personally be waiting a load more years before you make me play uncle then, yeah? Buster: Good Ava: Ugh Ava: Don't be making me 🤢 just because green is the colour today Buster: Gotta Buster: Who the fuck is there to be jealous of when we're us? Ava: You couldn't go the more traditional routes, no? 🍾🥂 Ava: Seeing as I'm NOT pregnant or being a very supportive partner to someone who is Buster: Come on, who am I? Buster: And you can leave me out of your rites of passage, I've cleaned up enough sick in the name of being a supportive partner Buster: Grace'll hold your hair back for you Ava: There's no need to be old AND boring 😏 Buster: Fuck off Buster: Counting down the days til I can drink you under the table Ava: Dad lets me Buster: There's nothing dad won't let you do Buster: Got him well wrapped around your finger, like Ava: It's not my fault I'm the most lovable Ava: Do better 😋 Buster: That's the one title you can keep Buster: Got all the love I need, cheers Ava: 🤢🥰 Ava: N'awh Buster: Lyla didn't wanna come and hang with the extended fam then? Ava: Wouldn't do that to someone I liked, would I? Buster: Depends how much you like her Ava: Nah Ava: That's all a bit heavy Buster: Well yeah Buster: It would be a trial by fire Ava: Then pissed on Ava: then set on fire again Ava: I like having time away when I come here, you know Ava: Not attached at the hip Buster: I know Ava: I'll send her a hilarious postcard or something Buster: You sounded like Nance there Buster: No need to miss her at all Ava: Fuck off Buster: You're right she'd never write it Buster: Half her holiday would be over before she got the words down Ava: 😂 Ava: Rude Buster: It's fuck all I wouldn't say to her face if she ever bothered to show it Ava: Can no one in this family be nice Ava: Honestly Buster: Come on Buster: I'm nice to you Buster: You ain't even bought me a present Ava: I know, I'm very lovable Ava: Have you got me one? Buster: Yeah but you ain't having it now Ava: Yeah right Ava: I know who gets last word in your house Ava: and Rio is nice to everyone Buster: She's nicest to me and she always does what I say Buster: So you might wanna think again Ava: That's entirely too much information, thank you Ava: you owe me double as compensation Buster: You ain't having two bottles Buster: Keep the first one down and then we'll talk Ava: Challenge accepted Buster: Good Buster: Don't really wanna have to disown you before the day's out Ava: Least there's enough of 'em to fall back on should you get the urge Ava: I'll survive Buster: Keep that quiet around mum, it's still them and us with her Ava: Sounds familiar 🙄 Buster: You're bound to hear it yet again by the time she's had a few Ava: Not if I have anything to do with it Buster: Sounds like you've got a plan Ava: As planned as a party should ever be Buster: Yeah Ava: 💃🎉 Ava: Hurry up Buster: Traffic's worse than London at its finest right now Buster: Everyone on the road's either already wasted or angry they ain't Ava: Stay safe Buster: 'Course Buster: Speaking of, where you staying tonight? Ava: Tipsy childcare is better than no childcare Ava: No need to beg Buster: Shut up, I'll drive you is all I'm saying Ava: Cheers 💙 Buster: I'll cash the IOU when you're sober, like Ava: Better cash it before I cash my 2nd present then Buster: Forget it for now, it's a holiday Ava: That's what I've been saying Buster: You ain't gotta tell me, even if today I can't play as hard as I work Buster: Still not a fucking amateur Ava: Still a McKenna Buster: First and best Ava: Hardly Buster: If we're going by mum's them and us viewpoint, there's hardly any competition Buster: Just you and me, kid Ava: Well I'm just saying, Granddad is gonna be fuming Buster: Everything you learned about wrapping dad round your little finger you got from watching me with him Buster: I ain't worried Ava: Pfft Ava: My baby blues are bluer and my pout is poutier Ava: I'm the new model, boy Buster: 'Cause you need 'em to fall back on Buster: I'm just that good Buster: you're the youngest model that's all Buster: Due a spectacular fuck up about now Ava: You wish Ava: On all counts Buster: Nah, I'm rooting for you Buster: 'Course I am Ava: Mhmm Ava: Dead convincing 😏 Buster: I always am Buster: Wig or no wig Ava: So soppy, you Ava: Have title of my best big brother Buster: That's a copout but whatever Ava: And fussy Ava: Alright best sibling but that isn't much more of an achievement really Buster: Don't worry about it Buster: I know how great I am Ava: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: Get me the least shit sounding soft drink and I'll believe you Ava: If there's anything being tragically underage has taught me Ava: 👍 Buster: Cheers Buster: See you in 5 Ava: Bring your cute kid Buster: I taught him how to say “Sláinte” earlier so you'll be able to rate my achievements for yourself Buster: He ain't just a pretty face Ava: 🥺🥰 Ava: What a face though Buster: I can't take all the credit Buster: He takes after his mother Buster: Tell her how good she looks when we get in, yeah? I'm living a nightmare Ava: 'Course Ava: I've got a girlfriend, remember Ava: I know the drill, just amp up period level love 1000% for a pregnant bitch Buster: My wife ain't a insecure teenager Buster: But I appreciate the sentiment Buster: Just don't call her a bitch ever again Ava: I say it with love Ava: from one to another Ava: but got it, I'll remind her she's old Buster: Don't Buster: It'll be your funeral Ava: 😂 I only like winding you u Ava: p Ava: Don't need anyone crying on me Buster: Good Buster: I don't need to be breaking up any girl fights Buster: Especially when I've taught you both everything I know Ava: Even if me hitting a girl is more acceptable than you, I think everyone draws the line at a pregnant one Buster: Fine, I don't wanna pick you up off the floor once she's knocked you out and do a concussion test after someone pours a pint over you to bring you round Buster: I was trying to soften the blow of how it'll play out since I'd be powerless to stop the actual Ava: And I thought you were in the festive spirit Ava: 🙄 Ava: I'll take back this virgin cocktail, like 😏 Buster: Not without any spirits in me Buster: You'll have to take what you can get Ava: Few folk songs and you'll be well into it Buster: Voice of an angel, obviously Buster: Could've been a choir boy if not for everything else Ava: You took living vicariously a wee bit hard with the name already Buster: You'd have preferred me to name him after a silent film star, yeah? Ava: That was pure wishful thinking 🙊🤐🤫 Buster: Fucked over as my boy's been by not being named Rudolph Valentino or Roscoe Arbuckle, I reckon he'll be alright Buster: Cheers though Ava: I think Fatty murdered someone Ava: so as far as aspirations go, you're in the right direction Buster: I always am Buster: Never a misstep made, no matter what mum and dad say Ava: Alright 👼 its St Paddy's not confessional Ava: and the priest would be rare pissed off if you waltzed in and said you'd never done anything wrong 😂 Buster: He'd be a fine one to talk Ava: The drama of it all Buster: Again, I don't need to be told Buster: There's a kid here asking for you, except shouting's more the word Ava: He gets it 👏 Ava: 💃 Buster: Come out before he legs it in

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter One- Part Two

   Phina tapped her foot anxiously throughout the last class of her day. Her classmates glared at her but didn't say anything.

"And that's how..... Phina are you all right," the teacher stopped by her desk as he asked.

"Nope," she replied popping the p in the word.

The teacher frowned at her but continued on with the class. Everyone turned their eyes back to the front of the class, except Steve Harrington. Steve stared at her, and she felt his gaze on her.

The two had the unfortunate luck of sitting next to each other in the three classes they shared, every, single, one. Phina didn't know if fate was against them, or if the teachers just wanted them to suffer. Being that close to him was enough to make her angry, and for him to be staring at her, added to the fire.

"I'd suggest you turn that pretty head of yours forward Harrington," she snapped quietly.

He did exactly that, but continued to keep glancing at her through the corner of his eye.

Each time his eyes would land on her, she wanted to snap at him, but restrained herself, tapping her foot even more each time. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, and Phina prepared to sarcastically reply.

The bell wrung and Phina stood as fast as lightening, knocking her chair over in the process. Saved by the bell, Phina thought to herself. Steve shook his head and slowly packed his things up, watching her from the corner of her eye.

Phina glared sharply at him and grabbed her things, rushing out of the room, not caring that she ran into to people on the way out. Getting away from Harrington as fast as possible was worth the bitchy comments she got.

All day, she'd felt this terrible coldness in her stomach, the utter wrongness of it scared her, and mixing Steve Harrington with that, how she made it through the day was a miracle.

She hurried to her locker, shoving away the things she didn't need and grabbing what she did. She needed to get out of the school, it was suffocating her.

"What's got your panties in a twist," she heard Tommy's voice from behind her.

She slammed her locker shut, louder than what was probably necessary, and turned to walk away. Phina was not up for his bullshit today.

"Nuh-uh, answer me weirdo," Tommy said as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"The thought of having to see your ugly face for one more second is making me a little queasy," she snapped.

"Ouch, that hurt," Tommy poured playfully.

"Good," Phina bit out, spinning on her heel, "hopefully I'll deflate your big head a little."

Carol stood behind her, blocking Phina's path. A small crowd formed around them, almost as if they sensed the fight brewing. It's wouldn't be the first time Phina had fought one of them, just never when the other was near.

"Where do you think your going," Carol smirked.

Phina glared at her, "home."

"What home. The Wheeler's? Ha! That ain't your home. Your home is probably in some hole out in the forest, just like the one they found you in," Carol laughed.

A low growl escaped Phina's throat. That had always been Carol's go to insult, and no matter how many times Phina heard it, it still stung.

"Hey hey hey, leave her alone alright?"

Phina turned to look at who said it, Steve.

"I don't need you to defend me Harrington," she spat.

"Don't flatter yourself Wheeler, I'm trying to keep my friends out of trouble," he shot back.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to Carol. Carol smiled sourly at Phina, and Phina smiled back, like a vicious snake, before walking forward, her shoulder roughly hitting Carol's.

Phina sat at the dinner table of her house, the rest of her family too. She stared blankly into her plate, upset about Will, he was officially missing. When her mom had told her when she got home, all she wanted to do was cry. The feeling she had all day, even the night before, it was about Will.

Mike, who sits to Phina's left, starts talking, "We should be out there right now. We should be helping look for him."

Karen looks at him, "we've been over this, the Chief said..."

"I don't care what the Chief said" Mike snaps.

"Michael," Karen says, aghast.

"He's right you know. Will could be in danger right now," Phina jumps in, aiding her brother.

"All the more reason to stay put," Karen states.

Mike starts to argue, "mom..."

"We could join the search party," Phina adds in.

"End of discussion," she snaps.

Everyone goes silent, Phina grabs Mike's hand under the table to comfort him. He smiles sadly at her.

Nancy then looks at her mom, "so. Me and Barb we're gonna study for the chemistry test at her house tonight. That's cool, right?"

"No. Not cool," Karen answers.

"What? Why not," Nancy whines.

"What do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is safe, no one leaves."

She doesn't leave any room for argument. Karen lookes over at Phina pointedly, daring her to ask to leave tonight like her siblings. Phina held up her hands in surrender, she didn't want to go anywhere, the only place she would want to go to would be the Byers' house, and she knew they needed time to be together.

"So we're under house arrest," Nancy asks.

"Don't be dramatic Nancy," Karen sighs.

Phina can practically see the anger radiating off of her younger sister, and she had no idea how to diffuse the situation, before it got bad.

"This is such bullshit," Nancy yells.

Ted finally speaks up, "language!"

"Barb lives two minutes away. Just because Mike's friend got lost on his way home," Phina cuts Nancy off.

"Don't you dare blame this on Will."

"Nancy take that back," Karen snaps.

Nancy looks at her angered, "no!"

Phina glares at her about to snap, but Mike beats her to it, "you're just pissed because you want to hang out with Steve!"

"Steve?" Ted asks.

"Who's Steve?" Karen asks.

"Her new boyfriend," Mike says smugly.

"You're such a douchebag Mike!" Nancy yells.

"Language," Ted yells.

Phina rubs her temples, an ache had started forming in her head.

Nancy stands up and storms up to her room.

"Nancy! Come back! Nancy!"

"Leave her alone," Phina says calmly, "she'snot thinking rationally, try to talk to her now and you'll both say things you don't mean."

Karen looks at her daughter and sighs deeply, nodding, she knew Phina was right. Holly starts to get a little upset so Karen starts to sush her, trying to ease her daughter's, and her own stress.

"See Michael, this is what happens," Ted says disappointedly at Mike, like he was entirely at fault here.

"What happens when what! We're the only one acting normal here," Mike yells and gestures towards Phina, "Phina and I are the only ones who care about Will!"

"That's not fair, Micheal. We care," Ted says after taking a bite of his chicken, almost sarcastic in his reply.

Phina glares at Ted, with the glare that could make anyone uncomfortable, and it certainly worked on him, "that's bull and you know it."

Phina stands up and pulling Mike along with her, they storm off together. Phina glances at Mike as soon as they leave the dining room, and she can practically see a plan forming in his head. She stops them at the bottom of the stairs, turning to place her hands on his shoulders.

"Mike, whatever your planning, please be safe. I'll cover for you only until midnight," she tells him, "ok?"

"Ok," Mike nods and hugs Phina around her waist.

Phina goes up to her room and she grabs her sketchbook from her bag. The whole night, and day, had made her stressed beyond belief. Drawing was one of the few things that calmed her down.

Phina grabs a blanket and a sweater, before climbing out of her window and onto the roof of the lower part of her house. She did this regularly, sitting outside for hours on end, drawing, reading, or just staring at the stars. She set up the blanket and went back inside to grab a few pillows from her bed. When she came back out of the window, she heard a noise coming from her sisters window.

"What are you doing? I told you I had to stay in tonight," she hears Nancy say.

"I know, so we'll study here," Steve answers.

Phina almost groaned out loud at that, knowing what his studying meant. She was sick of Steve Harrington being around her sister, especially today. For some reason, Steve and Nancy's relationship bothered her deeply, and she wanted to say it was because she hated him and his group of friends viciously, but even with how good she was at lying, she couldn't lie to herself.

Phina crawled out of her window as soon as she heard Nancy's window close, setting up her pillows and sitting down. She pulled her sketchbook into her lap and opened it to a new page. Phina didn't know what she wanted to draw, but as soon as her pencil touched the page, her hand took over and her mind let it.

She let her mind go blank, not quite focused on anything around her. Minutes, maybe even hours passed by, before her drawing was finished, and her hand was cramping. When she came back too, and looked down at her page, she almost shrieked.

A gruesome monster was on the page, standing over a small figure, that almost looked like Will. The monster was almost human like, but it's tall, lanky, figure was definitely not. The most horrific part of it, was the grotesque face, which was opened up in the shape of a strange flower, but it definitely wasn't pretty. It had more teeth than she could count, long and sharp, lining it's entire mouth.

An electric feeling danced across Phina's skin, the sign of a storm. That feeling, added to the monster she drew, had her looking all around her, like she might be attacked.

Phina felt a few rain drops hit her head, and she scrambled to hide her sketchbook. She bundles everything up into a large blanket, rushing to keep everything dry. She throws her bundle throw the window and practically dived through her window, with much more success than she had heard Steve do earlier.

Almost as soon as she closes her window behind her, the rain starts pouring down. Phina grabs her sketchbook from underneath her shirt, where she had hid it, and opens the book to the monster drawing, sitting down on her bed.

There was now way she was going to get any sleep tonight. She knew that everyone she closed her eyes, she'd see that thing, and there would be no saving her from the nightmares she would have. Phina let her body fall backwards onto her bed, staring at the ceiling for a solid ten minutes.

She sighs, shuts her book, and prepared for the night ahead with a quiet, "fuck me."

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