#lucky number for vehicle

[exhaslo]

Hiii！I love your stories!!But can you write about Miguel × hybridbunny！reader？that Miguel was a rich mafia or ceo and he bought reader from a black market or an auction.（ps：make reader sit on Miguel’s desk while he works and he ended up eating her out and fcking her hehehehehhehe）🐇🐇🐇🐇

Hehehehehehehehehehe

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, oral, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

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There were many pros and cons that came with being the CEO. Unfortunally, claiming ownership of Alchemax carried far more cons than the alternative. It did not help that Miguel took over the company from his corrupt father.

There were a lot of problems that needed to be fixed. Many were within the company itself; the associates to say the least. Miguel had to fire and clean up a lot of the corrupted associates' messes. This included having Miguel silently attend a black auction market.

Turned out, one of his former coworkers who worked in genetic splicing decided to test various animals on different people. While Miguel was so focused on Spiders that created Spiderman, his stupid coworker created hybrids and sold them on the black market.

Miguel just hoped that he could save as many people as he could. The work of tracking the others down was going to be a lot harder for him.

As Miguel sat in his VIP seat with a hood on, he watched the scum below him cheer with anticipation. None of these people cared. They just wanted new trophies. Miguel was going to buy as many hybrids were auctions and try to revert them back to regular humans.

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Miguel was about to lose faith. The auction was at the last bid and there had not been a single hybrid. Miguel did check and this was the only black market auction in the city. It was too dangerous for there to be anymore.

"Now! What you've all been waiting for, the most popular item during our shows! A hybrid!!" The announcer cheered.

Miguel nearly gasped, leaning forward as he watched the curtains unveil, revealing you.

"We got ourselves an adorable hybrid bunny!!! You know what they say about rabbits."

Miguel ignored the sea of laughter. You were standing on stand, shaking like a leaf. Before the announcer could even start the bid, Miguel yelled out an insane number. There were gasps in the crowd and barely anyone had the guts to go higher.

And just like that, you were bought by Miguel.

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You were hesitant as you followed your new 'owner' to his vehicle. The chain and collar still tight around your neck. Once you were seated in the back seat, you flinched as your tail got caught in the belt. You had to lower your ears, not wanting to hit the roof of the car.

"My apologizes, I'll get a bigger car." Miguel apologized as he entered the vehicle. You gave him a slight glare, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Just fuck me," You whispered.

"No," Miguel sighed as he took the collar off once the car started moving, "I'm trying to right the wrongs that the former CEO of my company did."

You touched your neck, watching Miguel very carefully. You had an inkling of where this conversation was going, and it started to make your heart and body shake.

"My name is Miguel. I have no intention of using you for any purpose, but to try and undo what Alchemax did to you, if you would let me."

"Hah, so am I the lucky test subject?"

"No. I want to find all those who were experimented on. You were the first one I saved." Miguel noticed your hesitation and offered you a bottled water, "I have a room set up for you. Anything you want or need, just let me know and I'll get it for you."

"I suppose freedom isn't an option?"

"You and I both know what will happen if I let you go."

"Yeah, I know. Just wanted to hear your answer." You scoffed and leaned forward slightly, "I actually worked at Alchemax as an assistant. I don't think it will be easy to undo my DNA now that its been changed."

"I can try."

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It had been a few months since you were bought by Miguel. It came as a surprise, but he did mean what he said. You were living comfortably and Miguel was trying his absolute best to cure you. As you guessed, nothing worked.

That didn't stop you from wanting to help Miguel with his endeavor. Miguel had even rescued a few more hybrids during your stay with him. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous that you weren't his only one now. There was a simple reason as to why you felt like that.

You fell in love with Miguel.

You wanted to believe that Miguel liked you too, but you weren't sure what was holding him back. Perhaps guilt? Needing to see him, you started to hurry to his office. Thanks to your rabbit DNA, you were a fast runner.

"Miguel? Can I come in?" You asked with a knock at his office door.

"Of course, (Y/N)." He said with a smile, opening the door for you.

Before entering, your nose caught whiff of something delicious. Sniffing around, you ended up next to Miguel. You gently gripped his jacket, sniffing against his collar.

"(Y-Y/N), are you alright? Do I smell?" Miguel cleared his throat, careful to hold you back.

"Hm? O-Oh, sorry. You just smelled really good." You laughed nervously, wondering what was coming over you.

Miguel patted your head, assuring you that it was okay. You could only feel embarrassed again. This wasn't the first time your rabbit DNA caused you to do something silly or embarrassing. You were still having a hard time getting over making a 'secret room' in the building when winter was coming.

"Want to help me with something?" Miguel offered, motioning towards his desk.

You hurried over, taking a seat on his desk as Miguel pulled out some paperwork. Since it was hard for you to sit in regular chairs due to your tail, Miguel allowed you to have a spot on his personal desk. It felt like you were a trophy for him. One you didn't mind.

"So, what are you working on?" You asked. Miguel chuckled towards you as he leaned back in his seat,

"Company business."

"So how can I help?"

"You already are," Miguel chuckled again and leaned closer towards you, "I feel better having you next to me. I'm not as stressed."

Your cheeks started to burn up at his confession. Your heart was racing and you could feel yourself getting hot. This was bad. Lately, whenever you thought about Miguel you would get into a small frenzy, needing to relieve yourself. It had to be because of your rabbit DNA.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Miguel asked, his hand against your forehead.

"Mhm," You winced slightly, shaking from his touch alone, "M-Miguel, I should...g-go," You stuttered, finding it hard to keep yourself together.

Miguel furrowed his brows as he gave you a quick check up. He checked your eyes, noticing the glossy lustful look, then your heart rate. Miguel inhaled deeply once he finally noticed you rub your legs together and your nipples perk.

"You're in heat?" Miguel muttered lowly, glancing at your once more, "Let me take-"

"N-No, let me stay," You whined, holding onto Miguel, nibbling against his shoulder, "I-I'm only...like this because of...of you,"

"Oh," Miguel resisted a groan, gently pushing you back, "Then, I suppose I need to take responsibility for you, huh?"

Oh, how those words turned you on even more. You whimpered and moaned against his touch as Miguel took off your pants. Your panties were soaked. You swore Miguel mumbled something under his breathe, but you were so zoned out that you couldn't hear him.

Next thing you knew, Miguel had taken your panties off and laid you back against his desk. He brought your legs around his head, making sure your tail wasn't crushed under you. His head directly in front of your vagina,

"My, my (Y/N), you should have told me sooner about your little problem. I could have helped you happily,"

"B-But-Ah~ M-Miguel~" You cried out as his tongue started to swirl against your folds.

Your eyes widen and your body arched as Miguel feasted. His tongue touching you in ways that your fingers could not. His aggressive licks and swirls against your clit causing that knot inside you to grow tighter.

"Ah~ R-Right...t-there~" You moaned, crying out your orgasm.

Miguel cleaned up your mess, his tongue now threatening to enter your drenched hole. Your whimpers and moans were delicious. He wanted to hear more, but he also didn't want to take advantage of your state. Licking your insides, Miguel hummed at your sweet taste. Your legs wrapping around his head.

'Miguel~" You whined, grinding your hips slightly.

"Now, now my little bunny, if you don't behave I won't be able to control myself," He hummed, sucking against your clit.

"P-Please...f-fuck me...I need you~" You whimpered.

Miguel felt his restraints snap. He flipped you on your stomach and inserted a finger inside your cunt. Your body shock as you moaned louder than before. Miguel groaned at how your cunt sucked his fingers in.

"Does my little bunny want to be fucked that bad? Even using your tail to seduce me." Miguel huffed, using his free hand to play with your tail.

Unable to take the pleasure, you cried out another orgasm the moment Miguel touched your tail. It was so sensitive. Pressing your face against his desk, you whimpered, begging for Miguel to fuck you. You needed him. You wanted him to make you feel good.

"Alright, I'll give my bunny what she wants."

"Mhm~ Y-Yesh," You babbled.

A sharp gasp escaped your throat as you felt Miguel's dick push through your folds. His cock stretched you out and filling you so perfectly. Your body felt so hot as his tip threaten to push your cervix. You could feel his shape every time your pussy clenched around him.

"A perfect fit. My little horny bunny likes this right?" Miguel chuckled as he started to thrust his hips into you at a rough pace, "My little horny bunny going into heat because of me."

"Ah~ Mhm~ M-Miguel~"

You swore you started to lose your common sense. Miguel was pounding the life out of your cunt and the air out of your lungs. Your vision kept blurring as you just focused on the feeling of him filling you.

You gasped as Miguel lifted your hips ever so slightly. His dick hitting your g-spot with each thrust while his free hand was playing with your tail. You were losing count how many times this man was making you cum.

"Does my little bunny want me to fill her up?" Miguel leaned over you, whispering your ear,

"Mphm~"

"I can't hear you, are you too fucked out to answer?" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

You pressed your ass up, "Inside~" You begged.

Miguel complied as proceeded to fill you with his cum. He moaned lowly, giving you a few more pumps before coming to a stop. Miguel started to pull out, but heard you whine in protest. A chuckle escaped his throat as he continued to slap his hips into you.

Miguel continued to fuck you until your heat finally died out. By the end of what seemed like endless fucking, both you and Miguel were out of breathe. Miguel had you seated against his lap, resting your body against his.

You whimpered tiredly, cum pouring out of your cunt. Miguel rubbed your back, his hand nudging against your tail slightly.

"Mhm,"

"Shh, it was an accident, baby." Miguel whispered, rubbing your upper back, "You should have told me when these heats started. I can make some medicine to help you."

"You're fine," You whispered lowly. Miguel chuckled, kissing your head,

"If that's the case, then it would be easier for you to stay at my place. I have been looking for a wife,"

"Mhm...I'll gladly...take that role," You muttered tiredly.

Miguel resisted a chuckle. He waited for you to fall asleep before dressing the two of you. He had one of his assistants bring your stuff to his place as Miguel took you home. He was going to make you as comfortable as possible.

But first, you both needed a shower.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!

[cheswirls]

short asl thing based on @where-does-the-heart-lie's modern au :) i started this over a year ago but the beginning is all dialogue and felt more like a script to me i suppose??? which deflated my desire to work on it. anyway i checked it over recently and it's completely fine lmfao, self-confidence restored here we go !

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"Yo. Aren't you usually in the middle of your shift by now?"

"I've been banned from the hospital."

"Like, for life?"

"No. For the next, uh.. Twenty-two hours."

"That's oddly specific."

"It was twenty-four, but I fell asleep after leaving the building."

"That wouldn't have to do with why they kicked you out, at all?"

"Hmmm. I'm too sleep-deprived, apparently."

"Ah. And, um, you called me because...?"

"I pressed a random number in my call log after waking up. Lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky me. And your car keys are...?"

"Confiscated."

"Ah, right, of course."

A beat of silence. Two. Three, then "Look, if you're busy, then–"

"No, no.  You called me, so I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright. Thank–"

"Thank someone else. Also, if you fall asleep in my car, I'm taking it as express permission to drive you around wherever I want."

"Ugh, go die. I don't even know why I bothered."

"LUCKY YOU, I guess," sounds off way too loudly in his ear. "No take backs. See you in ten."

"I thought you said–" Sabo breaks off as the call ends, leaving him staring blankly at his phone's too-dim screen. He squints, turns the brightness all the way up, and still squints as the sunlight proves too strong for the display.

Ace shows up in more than ten but decidedly less than twenty minutes. Sabo doesn't waste much brain power on it, only climbing into the passenger seat and yawning into his palm while his other hand fixes the seatbelt into the buckle. Not a second too soon, too, as Ace roars the engine to life and peels away from the curb at record speed.

Ace fiddles with the radio. He turns the music up, then dial it back down to inaudible. They hit the expressway and he leans over the steering wheel, frowning with his eyes fixed on the road far ahead. Sabo yawns again and this appears to be the limit to his patience. 

"Hey, so, I had a thought after you hung up on me."

Sabo grimaces. "You mean you–"

"Today's Wednesday."

He doesn't elaborate. Sabo is too tired to process. "Yes," he follows, after a second. He glances at the sky out the front window. "What time is it?"

"Oh, uh." Ace fumbles with hand placement so he can lift his watch to his face. "Nine forty."

Sabo takes a couple beats to try and process this, moves his eyes away from the skyline, and sighs as he pulls his phone out. 2:47 is what the display reads, which sounds much more believable.

"How did the minute hand get off?" he mutters to himself, chancing a look at Ace's busted wristwatch. Ace raises a brow, taking his gaze off the road to scrutinize Sabo. "No, it doesn't matter," he mutters to himself once more, sliding his phone away back on his person and out of his hands.

"My point is," Ace continues, like he hasn't just been interrupted by a whole thing. "Your timeout will be done midday Thursday. Did they switch your days off?"

"No." Sabo sighs. "They technically gave me the next thirty-six hours. Technically closer to forty. Something like that. I go back in on Friday. Sometime.” He tries to smile and it turns out very lopsided, from that he can make out in the rearview mirror. “Can you tell I’m tired?”

“I don’t think ‘tired’ is an accurate description,” Ace quips. “When did you eat a proper meal last?”

“Uh, yesterday. Maybe.”

“Maybe??”

“A ‘proper meal’ means different things to the two of us,” Sabo huffs. “On my account it was yesterday. I’ve had food since then, of course.”

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Ace announces before absolutely whipping it around a curve. Sabo is his passenger in the passenger seat and had fully prepared to be so when he got in the vehicle, but he’d been vastly underprepared for this sudden course of action, which is how he ends up halfway out of his seat with his cheek slammed into the cold window. Ace doesn’t quite notice his brother’s terminal velocity until the car is once again on the straight and narrow, and only then it’s because of the audible thunk Sabo’s face makes when it collides with the glass.

“Aw shit. You good bro?”

“Ow,” Sabo mutters. “If I have broken bones I’m suing your ass.”

“Well, if you’re good enough to make jokes, I think you’re better than you’re letting on.” Ace keeps the wheel steady with one knee while he takes both hands away to crack his fingers. When he glances over at Sabo again, he looks even more pathetic – like he’s becoming one with the glass. “Anyway, as I was saying.

“I’m taking your ass home. You’re going straight to sleep and while you crash, I’ll make you something decent to eat and stick it in the fridge for you to heat up later. I’ll even make you two servings to eat two different times, since you clearly can’t be trusted to take care of yourself correctly.”

“Ouch.”

“I want you to conk out for as long as your body allows. We can reset your sleep schedule tomorrow, alright? Put your phone on silent; do not answer any calls. In fact, you know what, just give it to me.

Sabo glances over to see Ace’s hand held out to him, palm up. Fingers wiggling expectantly. His lips pull up into a grimace. “I’m not doing that.”

“Fine.” Ace takes his hand back. “But you will comply with everything else.”

“Wow! It’s so funny, I didn’t realize you turned into my mother overnight! Really tapped into your mom potential, huh? Anything exciting happen in your life that would cause that? I guess I wouldn’t know, since I’ve been a zombie for the past two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acting like your older brother, you dipshit, especially if you keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. You go home. You sleep. You wake up and eat. You go back to sleep. Then we do laundry. Does that sound agreeable?”

“That’s negotiable, at the least,” Sabo mumbles. “I will accept good food as a form of bribery.”

“Oh, nice, because I’m flat broke at the moment.”

Sabo makes a mental note of that, and then they’re pulling into the driveway. Ace lets him exit the vehicle by himself and then promptly manhandles him all the way onto the couch where it will be easier to force his body to relax than in a real bed. Ace knows this, so he calls him weird before chucking a loose blanket at his head. Sabo is almost too tired to function at this point, so he lets Ace have the last laugh in favor of finally closing his eyes.

Coming to is a surreal experience, especially since the sun is still out. He must make a noise because Ace is suddenly within view. His limbs are tangled in the blanket and still so heavy that he doesn’t bother moving. “Thought you would be gone,” he half-groans, eyes slipping shut again for a moment.

“I did leave,” Ace confirms. “I had to go pilfer some stuff to make stew with. It’s almost done, so I’ll hang here until then.”

Pilfer. That could mean any number of things. Sabo chooses to believe in the option where Ace is an upstanding citizen, and then remembers Ace saying earlier that he had no money. He frowns and squirms on the cushions enough to where it looks like he’s checking his pockets. “Where’s my wallet, Ace?” he bluffs.

“Somewhere around here,” Ace pipes up. “Your stomach will thank you for your contributions to the Portgas Household’s pantry!”

“Ugh, I got robbed,” he complains. “This sucks. ‘m going back to sleep.” He rolls over so his back is to Ace.

“Yeah, you do you, bro. Stew will still be here later. I’ll see you when you’re back in the world of the living.”

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Luffy comes in late that night and slams the front door shut as loud as humanly possible. When he appears in the main room, he doesn’t seem to be upset, so Ace writes it off as a Luffyism. Sabo hasn’t stirred at the noise, so it’s all good.

Realizing this, Luffy pads closer to Ace’s side and looks at Sabo’s unmoving body warily. “Why is Sabo passed out like a corpse? Is he sick?”

“No, he’s not sick, he just can’t take care of himself. Which is why we are going to let him sleep for as long as possible.”

Luffy just nods to this, but it’s the uncomprehending Luffy-nod that means he’s just going to end up doing whatever he wants to regardless. Ace sighs, then jerks his head towards the kitchen. “He ate a little earlier, but I want him to eat again when he wakes up. There’s stew in the fridge if you want it – just leave him a little. Got it, Monkey D. Luffy?”

Luffy throws him a salute and then runs off in his socks. “Yippee! Ace made stew!”

“Think of your brother, Luffy, and make good choices!” Ace calls after him. “He’s a pathetic man who needs food to feel better or he’ll end up sleeping through Laundry Day!”

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Sabo does not sleep through laundry day, but he does sleep for sixteen whole hours, so it’s just around noon when he forces himself up off the couch and into a warm shower.

Ace is around, which is mildly unexpected. But he’s still half-asleep, so everything is at least a little unexpected. He glances up from playing video games with Luffy to see Sabo leaving the steam-filled bathroom with his hair hanging around his shoulders. “You look like a wet cat,” he calls.

“Sabo’s awake!” Luffy cheers. “Ace thought you died at one point.”

Ace elbows Luffy in the gut, making him hunch over. “I did not!”

“He totally checked to see if your heart was still beating!”

“I’m undead, actually,” Sabo says completely seriously.

“Does that mean you don’t need to eat anymore?” Luffy questions. “Because I ate all the stew last night.”

“I saw that coming and made extra.” Ace finger-guns in Sabo’s general direction. “That’s why I bought two sets of ingredients. With your money!”

“With my money,” Sabo echoes, because it’s such a wild statement to have to deal with this early in the day. Well, early for him. “Fuck you.”

“I mean, I can tell Luffy where I hid–”

“Thank you, Ace, for agreeing to share your quarters with both of your brothers so we can all do laundry today on your dime!” Sabo raises his pitch so his voice is mockingly squeaky when he says this. He starts moving down the hall before Ace can start to argue, letting his and Luffy’s voices bleed into the background.

When he comes back out, now dressed, it smells significantly better than before. “I reheated the stew,” Ace announces, gesturing for Sabo to take a seat at the kitchen counter. “Let’s all have lunch before we head out.”

“You have to drink this too,” Luffy tells Sabo, sliding a Gatorade across the counter so it sets in front of him when he finally does take a seat. “Ace’s orders.”

“Gotta get those nutrients back somehow.”

“Aren’t we so considerate, Sabo?”

“Do you even know what ‘considerate’ means?” Sabo asks, lips quirking up into a half-smile. At Luffy’s shrug, it turns into a real smile. “Well, thanks anyway. Both of you.”

“No sweat. And look!” Ace brandishes a five dollar bill for both to see. “I found this baby for us to use on coins! It’s all on me today–”

“Where’s my wallet, Ace?!”

[jakedustry]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 - 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

bsf!Heeseung x fem!reader

in which your best friend invites you to his basketball match because he wants his closest friend present, but things take a turn different way when he wins and you're the first person he runs to

wc 2.2k

warnings reader is implied to be shorter than Jake

↪ izzy adds... I love love writing Heeseung as a basketball player. I really believe after being an idol it's what fits him the most

You stood outside your apartment, gazing out across the street while patiently waiting for your best friend to pick you up. He was late. Again. But you could hardly nag him about it because he was also late to his match, and you knew that alone was enough punishment for him. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you took out your phone to glance at the clock, taking the opportunity to fix your hair in the reflection on your phone. 9:40. You stared at the numbers, thinking about just turning around and returning to your apartment. You didn’t even know if he was coming anymore. After all, it would be wise if he went to the match instead of picking you up so he could still warm up. 

But he wasn’t smart about it. It wouldn’t be at all like him to not come running for you, even though he should be somewhere completely different at the moment. 

You chuckled, watching your best friend park his car right before you, telling you to get in quickly. “The guys are going to kill me,” he whined, starting the vehicle again. “You can’t blame me for that, though. I wasn’t late, Hee,” you reminded him. “I know, I know,” Heeseung sighed. “I’m sorry. Were you waiting for long?” 

You sat in silence during the ride. Heeseung was panicking. It was clear to anyone who as much as glanced at him, and you knew better than to stress him out even more by talking. You can update him on your life after his match.

“I am so sorry. I’ll catch you again later,” your best friend blurted out quickly, too busy to even look your way before he took his bag and ran off to what you assumed was his team’s dressing room. “Don’t worry about it!” You assured him, chuckling when he almost tripped over nothing. You shook your head at him, leaving to find yourself a place in the crowd of fans. 

You expected to see more people in the audience since it was one of the last - and most important - matches of the season, but what no one could prepare you for were fans with banners and team flags. You tilted your head, trying to wrap your head around why they were taking it so seriously. 

You scanned the audience, searching for an open slot, but everything by the front seemed full. You sighed. This is what you get for coming late. 

Actually, no. This is what you get when you arrive on time. The match hasn’t even started yet and won’t for another ten minutes. You weren’t late. Everyone was just too early. 

Though deep down, you knew that wasn’t right. Still, you would rather blame others for not having a good spot. 

“Shorty!” You turned around upon hearing the familiar voice, rolling your eyes when you noticed Heeseung’s other best friend, Jake Sim. He caught a place at the front. You smiled before joining him after exchanging a small wave. 

“How many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?” You muttered, taking a seat next to him. “I don’t know what annoys you so much. If you’re short, I’m going to call you short,” he stated, holding back his laugh as you rolled your eyes at him. “I am not even that short,” you huffed. In fact, he wasn’t much taller than you. Yet, he always found a way to tease you. 

“Hey there now, I saved you a place. You can’t be mad at me,” Jake protested. “You’re lucky I like you,” you warned him, scoffing when you saw him give in and laugh at you. “Is Riki not here too? I can’t stand being here alone with you.” 

“Come on, you know you love me,” he teased you, the grin on his face only making you more annoyed. Jake chuckled at your behavior, shaking his head. “He went to the toilet. He should be here any minute,” he explained, straightening his back so you could see the younger boy’s hoodie thrown over the seat on his other side. “Right. I saw it from behind but didn’t realize it was Riki’s,” you commented, redirecting your attention towards the court as you heard fans screaming, realizing that was your cue the match was about to start. 

♡⸝⸝ 

“I can’t believe they started when I wasn’t here,” Riki complained, trying to figure out how both teams managed to score already. Honestly, he didn’t miss out on much, in your opinion. The first basket was simple luck, and the second wasn’t any different. Both teams had good defense, not letting their opponent through. They were just lucky the other teams made a mistake at the best time possible, allowing them to score. 

“At least Heeseung waited for you,” Jake joked, glancing at his best friend on the team bench, waiting for the coach to let him in with the rest of his team. The other team was also lucky he wasn’t playing, you thought. 

Heeseung was on the court at all times. It didn’t matter if he was sick the night before or out of energy after a tiring day. He always played in the starting five, pushing his limits so that he could play. But he wasn’t in the starting five this match, and you could feel his frustration all the way to your seat. 

You knew he was more mad at himself than his teammates or his coach though. Had he been here on time, he would be playing now. The coach made sure he got that clear when he told him he wouldn’t be starting this time. A part of you felt sorry for him. You knew how much playing meant to him, and hadn’t he come to pick you up, maybe he wouldn’t be as late. 

You snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing the cheers. They were so loud you were sure even the people outside the stadium would hear them. It didn’t take you long to figure out what - or more, who - the screams were about. All that echoed through the closed space was the name of your best friend. Lee Heeseung. 

“Heeseung, go kick their asses!” This wasn’t a fight. 

“Heeseung, show them how to score! Let’s get a goal!” They weren’t at a football match. There weren’t any goals. 

“Heeseung, you can do it on your own!” Basketball is a team sport. 

You weren’t sure why, but you felt annoyed. Everyone around you except for your two friends seemed to know nothing about basketball, and you hated the fact they were present just because they found your best friend hot. 

“You know, your face has no filter,” Jake nudged your shoulder, making you blink a few times before you turned towards him. “What?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “The frown on your face. You’re making it look as if you were jealous,” he teased you, catching Riki’s attention. Great. All you needed was his tall ass making fun of you for feeling jealous when that wasn’t even the case. 

“I am not jealous,” you protested for the third time already. “Right, and I am–” Before Jake could finish his sentence, the buzzer interrupted him, letting you know a team requested a time-out. You glanced at the scoreboard, your eyes widening when you noticed you almost missed the whole first quarter. Heeseung’s team was now winning 18:13, and you missed all that just because of a stupid argument. You sighed, looking at Heeseung on his team’s bench. He was gulping on his water, carefully listening to what the coach had to say about the play so far, wiping the sweat off his forehead. 

Somehow, a part of you found it attractive. 

“Yeah, definitely not head over heels for him,” Riki laughed when he noticed who you’ve been staring at. “Guys, I am not–” you started, swallowing the rest of what you wanted to say when you saw Heeseung look your way, giving you a quick, excited wave before he set his water bottle aside. “You were saying?” Jake scoffed, but you didn’t care enough to argue with him. You didn’t need to prove anything to him. 

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As the buzzer announced the start of the fourth quarter, you had decided to come down to the court so you could be there once the match was over. The score was neck to neck now, and you knew Heeseung needed a bit more support to do well. 

That was how you found yourself standing on the side of the court, just a few feet away from the door leading to the dressing rooms. Jake and Riki stayed in their seats, claiming they didn't want to give up such good seats just to stand near the smelly dressing rooms, but you didn’t mind. You had a good view from your place, and your cheers could reach your best friend easier. The smell was something you could bear for him. 

“Just two more points! You’re almost there, Hee!” You cheered, catching Heeseung’s attention immediately as his eyes shifted from the ball to your figure for a second. He smiled, quickly coming back to his senses as he sped up, catching up on his opponent and blocking him from making the shot. Heeseung’s teammate quickly caught the ball, and the game was theirs again. 

The game was moving too fast to your liking. When your team managed to score, their opponents followed up shortly after, making the last few minutes extremely tiring. You could see it on all of them. The way they were sweating and panting as they tried to stop the other team from scoring and failed miserably each time was a clear sign of exhaustion. You glanced up at the scoreboard, watching the 82:83 written right under the time they had left. 2 minutes. 

A lot could happen in 2 minutes. Within the blink of your eye, each team gained another 6 points in under a minute, and it stressed you out. They were running too much. You knew Heeseung would collapse in your arms as soon as the match ended. You could see that he was pushing his limits once again. 

You almost yelled at him to sit down and let someone else finish it, but you knew you couldn’t do that to him. This was important to him, and you were there to support him, not scold him. 

As the buzzer filled the stadium one last time, your eyes shot up to the basket in front of you, watching the ball fall to the ground as the score changed one last time. Your eyes lit up, an uncontrollable smile spreading across your face when you saw your team win. They did it. They won the finals. And it was all thanks to Heeseung’s buzzer beater. 

You could see the joy in his eyes as he looked around the court, searching for something, someone. He didn’t care about his teammates running to him to embrace him in a hug. All he could think about was you and the fact he needed to be in your arms. 

When his eyes finally met yours, he quickly apologized to his team, not wasting any more time before he ran to you. He didn’t care that everyone was watching him, cheering for him, or calling his name so he would take a picture with his team. 

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your shoulders, almost knocking you to the ground as he hugged you, squeezing you tightly. You laughed, patting his back to assure him you were there with him. “I did it! I did it!” He cheered, backing up so he could look you in the eyes. But soon after, you had him close again. Expect this time, it wasn’t just a hug you found yourself in. 

His lips pressed against yours, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, pulling you closer, while his other hand rested on your waist. Your eyes widened. Unable to do anything, you watched his sweaty forehead. His eyes were closed, and his lips were soft against yours. Still, you knew the kiss must have felt bad when you didn’t kiss him back. You couldn’t. Your heart was beating too fast, and your mind was an even bigger mess. 

A huffed “Sorry” escaped his lips as he pulled away from you, his forehead pressing against yours as he breathed heavily, still trying to catch his breath after the match. You closed your eyes, rethinking everything before you cupped his cheek, making him look you in the eyes. 

It was your hand that rested at the back of his head now, pulling him closer just like he did seconds ago with you as you kissed him. “You did it,” you nodded slightly, whispering against his lips. “I fucking did it,” he smiled, his hand wrapping around your hips to keep you close. “I finally gathered up the courage to kiss you,” he proclaimed, chuckling as if he didn’t believe what was happening. 

Your cheeks heated up, becoming redder the more you looked at him. He was unbelievable. “You wanted to kiss me?” You asked, your question coming out a lot quieter than you intended. “For so long,” he nodded. “Ever since you became my lucky charm.” 

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Ford Mustang: Tyler Owens x Reader

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Companion piece to:

The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.

Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you.

The men before Tyler have only ever seen you as a one night or a wife. They’ve never understood your tenacity, your wicked humour, or fierce intelligence. They haven’t stayed up all night arguing the semantics of classic cars, or spent entire weekends helping you restore the 67 Ford Musang someone had abandoned after it had totalled by a tornado. They don’t pick up that special orange blossom honey hand cream you use to keep your skin from cracking underneath the harshness of the cleaners you use to rid your hands of car oil.

You think about this when you turn up to your garage that morning to find a small pot of it resting on the doorstep along with a note that has Tyler’s name and phone number etched in tidy block capitals. He’d had to change it a couple of years ago, Boone had told you. One of his ‘fans’ had gotten hold of it, she wouldn’t stop calling.

You open the small jar and inhale the sweet, soothing scent before dipping your fingers into it and rubbing the balm over your hands. Today’s a paperwork day and you’re going to spend it tucked away in your office, dealing with the admin you’ve been putting off because you’d rather be underneath a car than filing paperwork.

You pin the phone number to the corkboard on the wall behind your desk, your fingertips lingering on the picture stuck beside it. It’s one of you and the first incarnation of the Wranglers, Tyler, Boone and Dani. Tyler’s arm is draped around your shoulders, his lips brushing over your temple as you smile at the camera. That had been before the tornado had disfigured you, before you’d needed thirty stitches to hold the left side of your face together.

You sit down in your ergonomic chair and stare at the jar of hand cream that now resides upon your desk. You know it’s an olive branch, Tyler’s way of reaching out after dismissing you the other day. This stuff doesn’t come cheap and it can only be picked up in one place in Oklahoma. The fact he’s made the four hour trek round trip speaks volumes.  

Acts of service, it’s always been his love language.

When Boone had first called you, you’d been adamant about not returning. You’d learned the hard way what happened when you went up against a force of nature.

“We just need help with the vehicles.” He had assured you. “You don’t have to come chasing with us.”

“Have you spoken to Tyler?” You’d asked him and you could hear his hesitation down the line.

“Not yet. I thought it was best if I got you on board first.” He’d said and you could imagine him playing with that fidget spinner he used to have as he talks to you.

“You know I would do anything to keep you guys safe.” You’d said quietly. “Just because I’m not around doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“I know.” Boone had said. “And just because we’ve not been around doesn’t mean we don’t care. It’s hard for him…”

“It’s hard for me too.” You remind Boone because every time you walk down the street someone does a double take when they look at you.

You used to be such a pretty girl, an ex had told you after he’d given you a pity fuck last year, now you’re just damaged.

You’d used your keys to scratch a line along the entire side panel on his brand new SUV after he kicked you out of bed.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use acetone.” You’d told him when you’d picked up the phone to him screaming. “Keep on calling and I will.”

He’d gotten the message after that and you had kept yourself to yourself because you’d rather be alone than with someone who views you as charity case.

Your gaze strays back to Tyler’s phone number and you’re flung back into a memory, the one from after the hospital when you looked into the mirror for the first time

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on.” He’d whispered against your mouth as he’d cradled your face between his palms, his thumb chasing over the black thread that lined your jaw. “This isn’t anything to be ashamed of, it’s just another part of your story.”

You’d believed him at the time because Tyler, he doesn’t lie, especially not to you. You’d taken solace in his words, held you head up high when you went out on the street, ignored the stares and things were good until they weren’t. There was another tornado outbreak out in Louisiana and Tyler, he just had to do the thing he loved even if it wasn’t with the person he loved.

You give up on the paperwork, you’re too distracted for that level of organisation. You set yourself to work on the Mustang instead, cranking up Zach Bryan on the sound system, singing along under you breath as you continue your restoration. You’re in the fight of your life with a rusty bolt when you hear a light rapping on open garage door behind you.

“I’m not done with you.” You threaten the bolt before you set the wrench down on the work bench and pick up a rag to clean your hands.

When you look up that your breath catches in your chest because it’s Tyler standing there, in those worn Levi’s he’s owned since his rodeo days and that orange flannel shirt you used to wear to bed at night.

“Sophie.” He says softly, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans in the doorway. “Can we talk?”

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Dreamers & Delusions- Pt. 2

Merman x Female Reader

"I'll have to go into hibernation if it gets too cold or if I can't find something to do. The acclimation program already knows about my kind and our issues with the cold so they have accommodations for winter," he explains.

"Well I hope it doesn't get too cold then, would be a bummer if I couldn't come see you," you smile at him.

Tao's eyes go wide for a second before he clears his throat, "Yes well it would indeed be a bummer... Especially since we have just decided to be friends."

"Right?" you beam.

You and Tao talk and talk almost to the point where it's just about silly things or what he's struggling with during his acclimation. You find out he's a very literal person who has issues the most with slang, metaphors, and emotes. He lives in a rental that's about a couple miles away from the beach and he usually walks to work or the local grocery store since he can't fit into normal vehicles.

After a little bit of work though you find out an even more endearing side to him, he likes to try his hand at cooking ever so often. Though he prefers his meat raw, he likes the idea of charring the outside and adding bits of flavor. He was a little embarrassed to admit it but you found out it's because his father was supposed to show him how to create a feast to impress a mate per tradition.

You didn't press as to why his father didn't teach him seeing he was already uncomfortable enough to admit it. So you decided to share a bit of something uncomfortable about yourself.

"My mom never taught me how to do a lot of basics that most parents are supposed to teach their kids. I had to watch a lot of how to videos and make myself look like an idiot if I messed up or didn't know something. A lot of people assumed I was stupid or had no common sense. I just didn't have a point of reference and I hated being ignorant but I was judged for my short comings and no one ever helped," you admit.

Tao nods and gives you his first, though very small, smile.

"Is that why you are forgetting things constantly?" he asks with the slightest smirk.

"Yeah...sure," you feel a bit embarrassed by his question, but you'll never confess that you 'forgot' those things just as an excuse to talk to him.

"I see, I will take that into account that due to your upbringing that you just don't think about these things and I will stop being annoyed by it," he nods.

"You were annoyed," now you feel a little hurt.

"Of course I was, but no more than I usually am," he shrugs.

"That doesn't sound fun," you grimace. "You can't just be annoyed all the time."

"I'm not annoyed when I'm at home," he says.

"Lucky," you laugh.

"Why? Are you unable to be at peace at home too?" he gives you a look of genuine concern then.

His number one thing seems to be peace. He's a no nonsense guy who just wants to go about his day with no hiccups. His life honestly seems perfect compared to your at times.

"Only when I'm sleeping or about to leave for work. Peace... that doesn't come easy to someone like me," you frown.

Tao studies you then as he drops to your eye level. You should feel super uncomfortable but for some reason you don't mind. He stares hard at your face and scans it until he nods.

"You do look very tired," he says.

You can't help but to laugh at his observation, "Tao, I'm going to let you in on a secret: I'm always tired."

"That is unhealthy," he scowls.

"Yup and there's nothing I can do about it," you shrug.

"Yes there is, you could go home and sleep," he says, almost ordering you to do so.

That's when you can't help but to crack up. It's horrible that this is how you cope, but it is.

"If I went home to sleep right now, my grandmother would give me an earful about being lazy," you laugh.

Tao doesn't laugh, he doesn't smile, doesn't do anything except stand up slowly and prowl over to you.

You shut up real quick thinking something is wrong until he picks you up. You yelp, being carried in one arm at his hip like a sack of rice.

"What are you doing?!" you squawk as you sway when he shifts to carry you princess style.

He doesn't say anything until he sets you down onto your tie dye towel.

"Rest, I'll make sure no one bothers you while you're here," he says.

You can't help but feel a mix of emotions then. Your eyes water a little but you swipe away any moisture before a tear falls.

"Thank you, that's probably the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a long while," you smile at him.

And Tao in all his Taoness, just nods.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tao really meant it when he said no one would bother you while you were on the beach.

The day after he said that, you had what was possibly the best beach nap you've ever had thanks to Tao brining you a beach chair with your name on it. Literally.

At first it felt weird that he'd go that far just for you to get a beach nap but you guessed it might be some cultural thing and as far as Tao said, you're his only friend. You thanked him and didn't think much of it until the day after that.

A group of teenagers were playing volleyball a little too roughly and one of the guys fumbled and the ball got you right on the head even though you did your best to dodge it. The boys tried to apologize but Tao gave them an earful about respect and being more spatially aware.

That too was normal for Tao though he was a bit harsher than usual. Unfortunately it got worse.

Yesterday was a blessed off day. No work, your grandmother was out thrifting to her heart's content, and all your bills had been paid. You were excited to head to the beach but that excitement was short lived.

The first thing you noticed was that your chair was pulled a little closer to the guard tower. Next was that Tao wasn't in the tower but leaning against the ladder like he was expecting some shit to hit the fan any second. And finally, the group of muscle hunks posing as they flexed for the cameras.

Apparently some magazine decided this spot was the perfect location for some weird gym rat protein powder ad photo shoot and to make matters worse, they tried to rope Tao into it.

Before you sat down though, Tao made a bit of a scene by scooting your chair even closer to the tower while making eye contact with one of the big buff dudes.

You told him he was being a bit extra to which he said he was only being cautious as they had been eyeing you since you started walking down the beach. You rolled your eyes, ready to tell him that there's no way they'd be interested in you until he thrusted a binder in your direction.

It was a detailed list of ingredients, dishes, and recipes commonly enjoyed by all saltwater merfolk with a few dishes his kind liked the most. You had almost forgot that he said he'd make this list for you so when he gave it to you, you almost cried.

You thanked him and started fanning through the pages and noticed his hand writing was especially nice on dishes that his people particularly enjoyed. You gave him a quick side eye and smiled.

These are probably his personal favorites, you think.

As you started to skim through the recipes with the neatest hand writing a shadow fell over you.

It was one of the buff guys.

He gave you the most generic social media fake ass grins ever and you couldn't help the eye roll. He started to introduce himself but was hardcore interrupted when Tao drove him into the ground like a fucking bull.

Tao and the buff guy started hashing it out until his bros came and peeled him away from the fight. It was the first time you really really saw Tao's teeth. Sharp and pointy like a shark's and then there was the spike like fins on his lower arms and legs. He looked like a mad dog ready to rip someone in half.

You heard one of the photographers comment on how territorial some of the fair folk can be with places or people they claim as their own.

If that was the case, then you guessed it might have to do with your friendship with Tao. If it wasn't, then he's about the get a stern talking to.

~~~~~~

"He was bothering you, I don't see why you're upset with me," Tao says after you lectured him about yesterday.

"I'm upset you dingbat because shit like that can get you sent back to your home realm! Do you think I want my friend to get deported over shit like that," you poke his arm, but it ends up being a jab.

Tao opens his mouth then closes it. He looks around a bit then let's out a long sigh "I'm sorry. I really don't know what's come over me. After I moved here, I didn't have my shoal. My sponsor checks on me maybe once every three months since he's been busy working with another merman who's been trying to get his pass here. I guess the loneliness drove me a bit crazy."

Now you feel bad for making him feel bad but you hope your gift will more than make up for it. You worked all morning long on it, double checking to make sure the meat was ready and perfect right before you left the house and that the sea greens were cooked and seasoned just right.

"Well moving past that, I brought you something," you take out the lunch box and show it to Tao.

He looks down right shocked as he goes to reach for it. He carefully removes the lid and his eyes stare hard at the contents.

"You made this... for me," his voice is soft and quiet and you can hear the pain behind it. He hesitates for a moment then takes a slice of the thin cut beef and pops it in his mouth. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back and swallows. He's quiet for a minute and you're afraid you messed up and he's too nice to tell you other wise.

"Tao if it's bad you can just tell me, I can take the criticism," you tell him, ready for the critical blow.

Instead he tilts his head back down and opens his eyes. The whites are now all black which makes his yellow irises pop even more so.

"My friend, if this was bad I would have spat it out," he grabs two more slices and then a few more practically stuffing his face like a kid who was caught with a bag of candy.

You watch as he eats everything, savoring every bite like he hasn't had a decent meal in ages. His harsh features soften as he takes the last bite and licks his fingers clean. For some reason you focus on him as he rolls the sauce off of his fingers and onto his tongue.

Bad lonely thoughts, Tao is our friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

"So was it good?" you ask, though you can probably guess the answer by the clean plate.

"If I was mermaid being offered a feast, I'd allow you the honor to continue courting me," he jokes.

"Oh what an honor," you laugh.

For the first time since you've met him he laughs back. You can't help but stare at him and feel a smile build up that hurts your cheeks.

"Thank you, really. I have tried and tried to create something that tastes like home but it was never quite right. It was either too salty or I over cooked the meat or the greens were under cooked somehow. This is pretty close to the flavors of my shoal. I didn't realize how much I missed this," he looks down at the empty lunch box with a mix of emotions.

Something in you feels for him. You haven't had a taste of home in forever but your problem is that you're pretty sure that it would make you physically sick instead of homesick. Home never felt like home, here didn't feel like home until you met Jessica and Tao.

Jessica made you her to die for pie for you birthday which you almost threw up from over drinking when she took you bar hopping for your birthday. Tao gave you an amazingly detailed binder of saltwater mer foods and recipes.

You can't think of anything better than food that brings all sorts of peoples together, human or the fair folk.

"Well, I can't do it all the time but I can at least make you a boxed lunch once a week, how does that sound," you smile at him.

"If it weren't for the fact that you're human and my friend I'd think you were trying to court me," he laughs. "But yes, that sounds good."

You play slap him and he laughs again.

~~~~~~~~~

"For the last time Jes, there's nothing romantic going on between Tao and I," you roll your eyes as Jessica gives you her biggest grin.

"Uh huh, sure girl. Maybe you don't see it that way, but guys don't risk getting deported for just friends and not just once. This is what, the second offence? He's lucky that he's, oh what did you say? A combination of a bookish mafia boss, the inspiration for the statues of deities and all around hotty mchot hot hot," she wriggles her brows at you before popping another slice of gum in her mouth.

You snort laugh, "I did not say that last one Jes."

"No, but you were thinking it," she raises a brow and twirls around till she's behind the counter.

"Listen, I can find him physically attractive and still not want more than a friendship. Plus he hasn't come onto me so I'm pretty sure he's not into me like that," you sigh and continue cleaning the table you just cleared.

Jessica hums something and clicks her tongue, "Girl you do know he's not human right? That he might have been coming onto you from the get go without you realizing it? Shoot for that matter he might not even realize it himself."

That has you curious now.

"What do you mean by that," you look over you shoulder to see Jes twirling a red curl.

"Oh you know, that the fair folk believe in fated mates and things like that," she gives you a cheesy grin and blushes a little.

You do know about the fated mates thing, it's one of the reasons a lot of fair folk, especially the guys, flocked to this realm in droves once the rift border opened up. With the fae it was pretty easy to tell once the bond clicked which wasn't always immediately. Their calm and calculated appearance would become wild and untamed. They would get quickly territorial and easily violent towards anyone who came close to their mate. A mark would usually show above the heart and a matching one would appear on their mate once their bond was consummated.

As for merman, no one had any idea what to look for since they just started coming this side as of a few years ago.

"Yes, I'm well aware about that. So what does that have to do with him not know if he's coming onto me," you ask.

"They know it deep down and act on it sometimes. They don't even realize they're courting you half the time or that they have this desire to want to be with you. It's hardcore ingrained into their DNA or something, I don't know. But it sounds to me that he is indeed into you. You're both just too oblivious to see it. Unlike Artek," Jes grins at the mention of her wild fae lover's name and sighs.

And suddenly her weird school girl crush behavior makes sense.

"Jes, did you and Artek.... Wait a sec, are you and-"

Jessica folds down her top just enough for you to see part of a swirling mark above her heart. She shakes in place with the goofiest smile you've ever seen on her.

"Just found out last night. Oh and he did not want to let me go," she places a hand on her forehead and feigns being scandalized. "But I have to go to work. He threatened to come in and tear Mikey a new one if he so much as thinks he can schedule me during my bond week," she give a vicious grin then.

The fae took about a week to celebrate their mate bond here, which was a much shorter version of their actual month long festivity of it. Mates were so rare on their side for some reason but here it was becoming as normal as two humans getting married. It just happened, but it was equally special if not more so.

Regardless, you were happy for Jes. Mikey tried to take everything from her in their divorce but got next to nothing after a detective brought in proof of his multiple affairs. That's why he's such an ass to her here.

"So, when's your bride feast huh? Gonna go all out," you turn to her and cross your arms.

Jessica goes into great detail about what she wants to do for the rest of the shift. That Artek has invited his large ass family this side to celebrate and that he's already started sourcing materials for their marriage bed. It was more than obvious that she's over the moon and can't get over the fact that she's found the one after years of dealing with a heartache.

Mikey tried to shut her down but several of the fair folk patrons snapped at him saying that it's a blessing that her and Artek found one another and he shouldn't discourage her happiness. His flustered face was priceless.

~~~~~

"Hey grandmama, I'm home," you shout as you slide your shoes off at the door.

Your grandmother's house is unusually quiet for this time of day when she's usually scrolling through her phone while listening to her soap operas. You look around and the livingroom is empty and so is the kitchen. You're about to call her when you see a note on the fridge saying Gayle has whisked her away for margaritas with the girls.

"Fuck me sideways and call me bob," you rake your fingers over your face in frustration. As much as you can't stand her normal antics you loath her when she's drunk. If you're lucky, Gayle will have her spend the night at her house until their hangovers wear off. If you weren't, there's a nice beach with your name on it.

Typically you'd go there after work but you're tired and you have the house to yourself right now. So you stretch and crack open the fridge and start preparing for a blissful night of snacking and binge watching some of your favorite shows.

~~~~

Hours pass and you get a text from Gayle that she's taking your grandmother home with her since she's had one too many and sends you a pic of your grandmother trying to put a dollar bill in a male strippers strap.

"Thanks for the mental scarring Gayle, just what I needed," you text back to her knowing she'll get the joke.

Gayle was a close family friend and was more like a grandmother to you than your biological one was at times. She was sweet and caring with a crazy sense of humor and infectious laughter. You sometimes wish you lived with her but she travels too much and she likes her alone time just as much as she like partying.

You squirm in your grandmother's recliner and grab a bag of chips getting ready for the next show until you hear a frantic knock at your door.

The bag flies out of your hand due to your shock reflex and you place a hand over your heart.

The knocking continues as you rush to the door to check through the peephole. You can't see nothing.

"Who is it?" you ask.

"It's me, are you ok," you hear Tao's voice.

You pause, not remembering if you ever told him where you live aside from the general direction. You slowly open the door and look up at him. He looks worried out of his mind.

"Tao, are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost buddy," you ask him.

His hair is all messed up and he's breathing fast and hard, trying to catch his breath and his tan skin looks like he worried himself sick.

"You didn't come to the beach today. You've been coming everyday except when it rains. I thought something happened," he frowns.

"Oh uh well, no I'm fine. My grandmother is out tonight so I thought I'd enjoy a night in since this rarely happens," you explain.

"I see, ok... That's good then. As long as you're alright," he nods and sighs as he leans against the top of the door frame.

A crack of thunder peels off in the distance causing Tao to flinch. He looks even more worried then.

"Sounds like rain," you comment.

"Yes, I... I should get going then, I don't want to accidentally transform back to my other form while walking home. It'd be very inconv-"

Before he finishes that thought lightning bursts through the sky and the little misting sprinkle turns into a torrential downpour.

Tao groans and looks resigned as he's about to turn to leave but you quickly stop him.

"Hey you can stay here for tonight if you want to wait out the rain," you tell him.

He looks to you like that's possibly the dumbest thing you could say.

"That sounds inappropriate," he glares at you. "Inviting an unmated male into your house is never wise."

"Tao we're friends and adults. I'm pretty sure I can trust you to keep your hands to yourself unless you've had ulterior motives from the get go," you cross your arms and stare up at him.

"It is still unwise," he nods, being firm.

"Oh so then you do have ulterior motives," you raise a brow.

"I never said that," he grimaces.

"Then there's no problem if you don't. Come on, get your ass in here," you open the door all the way and beckon him inside.

You hear him groan as he accepts his defeat while walking in. He struggles with the low ceiling, well low for him as he shuts the door.

"Is this your first time in a human house," you ask, leading him to the livingroom.

"Yes, it's very uh small and compact," he notes.

You get the compact part as your grandmother is a bit of a tidy hoarder, the small thing, that's probably due to his height.

"Well mi casa su casa. Well more like mi abuela's casa su casa, but still, make yourself at home," you say then try to offer him something warm to eat and drink.

Tao tries to deny any offers but you snap back saying it's rude to deny your hostess the honor of taking care of her guest. Tao eventually resigns and you bring him a warm cup of tea. As you go to the kitchen to make him something to eat he asks if he can watch you. You agree and start pulling ingredients left and right.

You get fully into the zone as you start preparing the food. You glance over at Tao ever so often just to see that he's fixated on your process. As you start cooking you notice the whites of his eyes turn black again. He sniffs the air and his pupils dilate.

"Want to try a bite," you offer him a piece and he takes it with no hesitation and scarfs it down. His nails which are sharp and pointed seem a bit longer and more pointier now. His expression looks more predatory than normal and some of his spikey fins have started protruding.

Guess that means he's really hungry.

"Give me just a few more minutes and dinner will be ready ok," you tell him as you continue on with his meal.

Tao just nods and stares daggers at pan. You feel like if you let him he'd lunge at it with reckless abandon and eat everything in record timing.

After a little bit you scoop the meat into a bowl and hand it to him. He looks at it and takes in a deep whiff before carefully grabbing a bite. He looks like he's holding back going ham on the food and you're wondering if he's trying not to scare you by going into some weird merman feeding frenzy.

"Hey if you need to eat however you want to eat, go ahead. I can just uh go into another room if you want some privacy or someth-"

Tao grabs a handful of the meat and stuffs his face with it. His pupils nearly engulf his irises making his eyes look pitch black. He tears into the strips of meat like a crazed hungry animal. The juices and sauce start dripping down his arms and you roll your eyes at the mess.

"I'm going to get you a towel, that stuff'll get sticky after a while," you say as you walk towards to laundry room.

Tao grunts and consumes some more meat.

As you get to the laundry room you smack yourself over the head for having another bout of terrible lonely girl thoughts.

Tao, smack.

Is, smack.

Just, smack.

A, smack.

Friend, smack.

You should not be even more attracted to him after that feeding frenzy trance thing he just went in and yet you can't stop thinking about it.

"God, does that mean I'm depraved," you question yourself. "Or does this just mean I'm weird and anything goes right now in my lonely haven't had sex in ages mind?"

Probably a bad mix of both...

You sigh and grab a towel and turn only to be met with a brick wall.

"Oh hey, are you done," you ask, praying that he didn't hear you questioning your sexual sanity.

He nods and cocks his head and points to the towel.

"Yeah, um here," you hand it to him and he slowly but carefully cleans himself off.

"So there's a guest bedroom in the back. Bed is probably a bit small for you even though it's a king size. It gets cold at night since my grandmother has the a/c on a schedule so I'll bring you some extra blankets," you tell him as you turn to go show him the room.

He quietly follows you and steps slowly into the room, smelling and inspecting it. You leave him be while you go grab a large comforter and a few throw blanket for him. When you come back he's already curled under the covers with his feet barely sticking out. As you go to lay another layer over him he snatches you and pulls you into the covers with him.

You flail about for a bit until you hear what you're pretty sure in a purr. You kick up the covers to see Tao asleep now and honest to gods purring. He pulls you in closer and just cuddles you. He's mentioned a few times that when someone gets cold that his shoal will form basically cuddle piles to stay warm. Maybe that's it and maybe he's also really homesick. He said he can never go back though...

"Just this once, jeeze. Not letting you go into a feeding frenzy next time I give you food," you snort laugh and try to relax against Mr. Brick wall.

Tao shifts a bit till he's holding you close enough that you can hear his heartbeat. He moves the covers and extra blankets back up and slowly drifts back to sleep.

You're a little jealous of how fast he can nod off but eventually you start dozing in and out.

He's probably going to flip the fuck out about this in the morning. Well, we'll deal with it then...

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - March 13, 2023

🐝 - Did you hear about the honeybee vaccine? It's creating quite the buzz! But seriously, it's a major breakthrough in the fight against American foulbrood and could save billions of bees.

1. Transgender health care is now protected in Minnesota

Minnesota Governor Tim Walz signed an executive order protecting and supporting access to gender-affirming health care for LGBTQ people in the state, amidst Republican-backed efforts across the country to limit transgender health care. The order upholds the essential values of One Minnesota where all people, including members of the LGBTQIA+ community, are safe, celebrated, and able to live lives full of dignity and joy.

Numerous medical organizations have said that access to gender-affirming care is essential to the health and wellness of gender diverse people, while states like Tennessee, Arizona, Utah, Arkansas, Alabama, Mississippi, South Dakota, and Florida have passed policies or laws restricting transgender health care.

2. First vaccine for honeybees could save billions

The US government has approved the world's first honeybee vaccine to fight against American foulbrood, a bacterial disease that destroys bee colonies vital for crop pollination.

Developed by biotech company Dalan Animal Health, the vaccine integrates some of the foulbrood bacteria into royal jelly, which is then fed to the queen by the worker bees, resulting in the growing bee larvae developing immunity to foulbrood. The vaccine aims to limit the damage caused by the infectious disease, for which there is currently no cure, and promote the development of vaccines for other diseases affecting bees.

3. Teens rescued after days stranded in California snowstorm: "We were already convinced we were going to die"

The recent snowstorms in California have resulted in dangerous conditions for hikers and residents in mountain communities. Two teenage hikers were rescued by the San Bernardino County sheriff's department after getting lost in the mountains for 10 days.

The boys were well-prepared for the hike but were not prepared for the massive amounts of snow that followed. They were lucky to survive, suffering from hypothermia and having to huddle together for three nights to stay warm.

Yosemite National Park has had to be closed indefinitely due to the excessive snowfall.

4. La Niña, which worsens Atlantic hurricanes and Western droughts, is gone

The La Nina weather phenomenon, which increases Atlantic hurricane activity and worsens western drought, has ended after three years, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. That's usually good news for the United States and other parts of the world, including drought-stricken northeast Africa, scientists said.

The globe is now in what's considered a "neutral" condition.

5. Where there's gender equality, people tend to live longer

Both women and men are likely to live longer when a country makes strides towards gender equality, according to a new global study that authors believe to be the first of its kind.

The study was published in the journal PLOS Global Public Health this week. It adds to a growing body of research showing that advances in women's rights benefit everyone. "Globally, greater gender equality is associated with longer [life expectancy] for both women and men and a widening of the gender gap in [life expectancy]," they conclude.

6. New data shows 1 in 7 cars sold globally is an EV, and combustion engine car sales have decreased by 25% since 2017

Electric vehicles are the key technology to decarbonise road transport, a sector that accounts for 16% of global emissions. Compared with 2020, sales nearly doubled to 6.6 million (a sales share of nearly 9%), bringing the total number of electric cars on the road to 16.5 million.

Sales were highest in China, where they tripled relative to 2020 to 3.3 million after several years of relative stagnation, and in Europe, where they increased by two-thirds year-on-year to 2.3 million. Together, China and Europe accounted for more than 85% of global electric car sales in 2021

7. Lastly, watch this touching moment as rescued puppy gains trust in her new owners

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[paris9]

Everybody knows that im a good girl officer!

Warnings: alcohol mention, drunk reader, a bit of stalker vanessa and i might continue the plot in another fic

Rated: E

Officer vanessa x reader

You had just left the bar. The time was around 12:15 am. You felt tipsy and sluggish, eyes glazed over from having a little bit too much to drink. You drove, trying to take it slow to make sure you didn't hit anyone. Your head rang as you heard a siren and flashing blue and red lights come up from behind you. ‘Great.’ You thought as you went to pull over, slowly coming to a stop on the side of the road. You rolled down your window.

A blonde haired woman with her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail walked up to your window from her cop car. “I just wanted to let you know that you were going ten miles over the speed limit.” the woman said sternly, examining you. You frowned, ‘was i?’ You thought. “I apologize, officer. I'm just tired.” You slurred a bit. “Tired or drunk?” She tilted her head and glared at you, “i'm going to need you to take a step out of the vehicle please.” You nod your head and slowly get out. She grabbed her breathalyzer from her pouch “breath into this please. I need to measure the alcohol toxicity in your blood.”

The officer said and you nodded your head, obediently and breathed into it. Vanessa read the results and sighed, “you should know better, you're lucky that it's me out here tonight and not some other officer who would most definitely have you in the back of their cop car already.” You kept your gaze downwards “I know officer..” you didn't know her name but before you could finish the sentence she interrupted “just call me Vanessa. Officer vanessa.” a light blush painted your cheeks as you looked over the woman. She was pretty. “I'm going to need your license and registration.” Vanessa said and you nod, opening your car door and pulling it out of your purse.

You hand it to her and she looks over it before going to her cop car and typing it in. You felt nervous and scared. Were you going to get arrested? She came back and sighed “I'm going to let you off with a warning but not before i follow you home to make sure you get back safely.” Vanessa's voice was softer than the stern attitude she kept up before. “Thank you officer vanessa.” You said relieved and she nodded her head. You didn't notice her glancing down at your chest.

You got back in your car and drove home with Vanessa's cop car right behind you. Soon you got to your small suburban house and parked in your driveway. Vanessa parked behind your car and got out. She held a piece of paper in her one of her hands and went to you, “here. Incase you need someone to make sure you get home safely.” She offered the piece of paper and you took it. It was her personal phone number. “Thank you officer. Ill make sure to give you a call sometime.” You said and gave her a soft smile. She nodded her head, “have a good night, y/n.” she got in her car and drove away. You were blushing, you really did just pull a hot cop after all.

[klausinamarink]

Oop let's try this again; for the birthday fics: “Because you’re a jinx!” angsty Steddie established relationship, chasing fame Eddie and some guy Steve who gets discovered while Eddie's band keeps being passed over? Platonic hellcheer and platonic Stobin.

I couldn’t find a way to put in the platonic ships but it’s still Steddie. Enjoy the angsty flavour electric boogaloo.

It was supposed to be Eddie’s lucky day.

This was supposed to be his time. The moment when the rich suits would look at Eddie and immediately offer him the contract that finally pushed his music to fame.

But it was just another fucking mediocre performance. Only a few people out of the dozens in the crowd cheered, but that was worse than getting no response at all. Nobody even went up to them for an autograph, their numbers, Instagram handles, music samples, anything that would’ve made the night worth it.

Eddie stayed silent and seething for the whole drive home. The rest of the band left on their own respective vehicles, though Jeff had lingered longer to say something that Eddie mentally filtered out. Probably some shitty encouragement or a call to quit. 

His hands tightened around the wheel. Eddie felt the pulsing headache crawl to the back of his eyes. Goddamnit, he needed to sleep.

Maybe in Steve’s arms, but for once, Eddie just wanted to be alone for tonight. 

After he parked the car and trudged the stairs back to his apartment, Eddie bit his lip until he tasted the sting of copper. 

He was so tired. Not just physically, but in very foul shape that took its claws into him. It was the apathetic crowds and uninterested advisors. How the rest of the band delayed practice more and more. The bland methodical act of cutting up another piece of his shrinking soul as a muse for his lyrics. 

But still. He was close to that single star of recognition. Eddie had to taste it.

Unlocking the door, Eddie kept himself from collapsing until he dropped his guitar case and landed face-first on the couch. 

In the bedroom, he could catch some muffled conversation, the floor creaking as Steve paced back and forth inside. 

Eddie frowned and checked his phone for any missed messages. Steve hadn’t texted him since five,  soon after Eddie had left for the worst night of his life. It was almost eleven now. So why was his boyfriend still up and talking to someone?

Before Eddie could try and get up, the door opened and Steve came out, his phone in hand. Steve glanced up and stopped in his tracks when he saw Eddie. He gave a bright smile.

“Hey, babe! You okay?” 

Eddie groaned. If he had the energy, he could scream into the pillows.

The floor creaked as Steve approached and gently laid a hand on his back. “Was the band okay?”

Eddie groaned again, unable to hold himself back from pressing against Steve’s hand. He could really use a fucking massage. Or some quick, stress-relief sex. “It’s fucking awful. It’s always fucking awful.”

Steve made a sympathetic noise, “I’m sorry to hear that, Eds.”

Eddie lifted his head up and peered at Steve. Despite his words, there was an odd light in Steve’s eyes and his lips were fighting desperately not to smile.

“What is it?” He asked.

Steve had the nerve to look spooked, “Uh, well, I don’t want to ruin your mood-”

“What is it?”

Steve stared at him for a moment before he sighed like it was the start of a serious discussion.

“You know that audition I did back in Chicago two weeks ago?” Steve bit his lip. It only revealed the cracks of excitement on his face and Eddie already knew what he was about to say. “Well, my agent called and said that I’m officially casted. I’m gonna be in a HBO show!”

Record scratch.

Eddie only stared at Steve as the news hit him with the speed of a truck. When he saw Steve’s smile in full glory, he only saw blank faces who spat at him with rejection and disappointment and ‘try better’s. 

How the fuck does Steve get so many gigs when Eddie could barely find an open venue in advance? And now he’s going to work for fucking HBO, Jesus Christ-

Steve was frowning at him, “You- are you not happy?”

“Of course, I am!” Eddie said quickly. It felt hard to speak when there was something now stuck and burning in his throat. He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. He needed a drink. Maybe not alcohol, though tempting. But some actual water but he was too exhausted and sober for this shit. 

“I’m always here to support my wonderful and talented boyfriend who never misses an audition. Who always gets a spot in whatever he plays in, even if it’s a fucking diaper commercial or a glorified extra who gets five more cents than his less impressive boyfriend.” 

As he spoke, his words became more tinted with venom. Eddie took an empty glass and filled it under the tap. He almost choked from gulping it down in one go. It cooled his throat, but the burning simply expanded through his veins.

“Okay, you’re mad.” Steve said slowly, now behind him.

Eddie laughed bitterly, “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. They taught you that in acting class or was it a trick from your last ex?”

“Jesus, okay, Eddie.” Steve put his hands on Eddie’s shoulders but Eddie shook him off with more force than necessary. “You’re obviously in a bad mood and my news isn’t making it better, but you did ask and-”

Eddie whirled around. He was seeing red at the corners of his vision. “And now it’s my fault?!”

Steve backed away, his hands up in a plea of surrender. His face pinched with concern and hurt. “Eddie, let’s, let’s just go to bed. Take a shower-”

“Stop treating me like I’m a child!” 

“Fuck, even a child would tell me what’s making them this upset!”

“You wanna know why I’m so upset? Huh?” Eddie smacked a hand against Steve’s chest, pushing his boyfriend away. “Take a guess with your ‘subtlety’ talents and maybe you can fucking figure it out.”

“No, I- Eds, baby-” Steve stopped to take a breath. He looked back at Eddie with more firmness, but he saw the way Steve’s ego was crumbling in his eyes. “Can you please just tell me why are you acting like this? Was it because I did something or-?”

Eddie’s anger flared. It touched the back of his mouth so he spat it all out like a dragon. “Oh, everything you do with your squeaky clean and easy career is the reason why I’m pissed at you. You get all of these stupid roles to play some stupid character Twitter would make discourse for while I have spent the last three years trying to find someone who’s willing to listen to my band play in a goddamn studio! But I keep missing these opportunities for some reason that I’m starting to think that we’re cursed or shit.”

“Eds, it can’t-”

“And don’t you say you know how it feels like because you never knew how to fucking fail, Stevie! Everything you do is just rich executives giving you silver platters. I bet they all want that Harrington blowjob.”

Steve gasped softly and shook his head. He now had his arms around himself like it would protect him. “That’s not true- Why are you even saying these things to me?!”

“Because you’re a jinx! Because you’re Steve Harrington and I hate your dumb luck!”

Eddie’s words echoed across the apartment as he breathed heavily. He wouldn’t be surprised if it went out the windows and into the streets. 

Steve held an unbelievably idiotic expression. Mouth half-open, a slack jaw, glossy eyes that just stared at Eddie without any more light shining in them.

Finally, he spoke so quietly that Eddie had to strain to hear, “Okay… I’m going to Robin’s.”

With that, Steve hurried out, having some decency to not slam the door.

And then it was just Eddie, alone in the kitchen with the nasty thoughts and words that would soon bite back at him.

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1097

Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnmixedbingo -stalker

A/N: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part VIII

John leans against his truck's door, wearily rubbing his face, unaware that the judge is watching from their darkened chamber, yellow eyes alight with amusement. They held a glass of bourbon in salute and said, “Here’s to you, Johnny boy.”

****

Sam kept glancing in the rearview mirror every five minutes.

To the casual observer, it looked like he was checking on his brother, who passed out in the backseat, curled around his newly claimed Omega. But Sam’s instincts, which sometimes scared him, knew they were, by whom or what, he wasn’t sure, watched. 

Sam pulls out his Nokia and finds his dad’s number. “What’s wrong?” John’s gruff voice is grating on his frayed nerves. “I think we’re being followed.”

“Think or know? Which is it, Sam?”

“Know.” He tells of a vehicle that has been staying a quarter mile behind him since they left Devils Lake, ND. “We’re going to gas up in Fargo. I’ll let you know where to go next.” Thirty minutes later, Sam parked the Impala on the other side of a dual fuel pump and got out, stuck the nozzle into the rear port while John, checking his truck's rear tire pressure, quietly asked which vehicle it was that pulled into the station behind Sam. 

“Late eighties Mercury with the shitty two-tone job.” John moved to hang up his gas nozzle, “Take US75 to Wahpeton, then cut over to I-29. If they're still following, I’ll circle back behind them. If something happens, you haul ass to Bobby’s, don’t stop for anything. Understand.” 

Sam hung up his nozzle with a subtle nod and went to pay. Standing in line, he continued playing ignorant of the two people standing by the coolers watching him.

Several hours later 

Sam eyes the gas gauge while guiding the car through the cloverleaf exchange onto I-90 West, peers in the mirror, and sees that the car is still following but lets up some on the pedal anyways, so they’ll make it to Bobby’s because, at the rate the Impala burns fuel, they’ll be lucky to coast in on fumes. The vinyl creaked, and Dean’s head appeared over the seat-back, asking in a slurred, gruff voice, “Why are you driving my car?”

“Dad was ready to leave, and you were in no condition to drive.” Dean scrambles into the front seat, bumping into his brother, sniffs him, and Sam, already tired, isn't going to take any more guff, snaps, you stink like sex! Dean snatched Sam's snacks, guzzled his Mr. Pibb, then stuffed his mouthful of Funyuns mumbled, “This area looks familiar. Where are we headed?” 

“Would you believe Bobby’s?” Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “That was my reaction when Dad told me.” Peering out the windshield, he jabbed, “You must be driving like grandma on Sunday ‘cause I don’t see dad’s truck.” Sam simply said, “He’s about half a mile behind.“ That set off Dean's radar and started to turn, “Don’t look!” Sam hollers.

 “Why? What’s wrong?” Dean yelled in his alpha voice, and Sam let loose a wrawl Dean had never heard an alpha do and slam back against the door. “Shit! I’m sorry Dean!“ Sam's eyes were huge and appeared as panicky as Dean's wolf felt. “S’kay, Sammy,” Dean's voice shook, “Just pay attention before you drive us into the barrier.” Sam’s eyes snap back to the road, and he quickly corrects. “Now, tell me what's going on.”

Sam fills him in on their being followed since North Dakota. Dean glanced in the side mirror, “Fuck! How long have my eyes been like this?” Sam shrugged, “No clue. They were like that when I talk you out of the courthouse.” Dean appeared remorseful. “Dad didn’t tell me anything about what happened.” Dean scoffed, “You know what happened!” 

 “Dean, I was referring to whatever happened in court today. And you’re not really to blame for…” A rustling in the back seat interrupts them, and Dean peeks over before averting his gaze forward. “I’m not to blame? I killed an innocent! Now I’ve sentenced her to this crap show that’s our lives. And you know the odds of her surviving if, no, when, I die? Zero! So Sammy, use your great intellect and convince me this isn’t all my fault.” Sam does try, but whatever he’s saying falls on deaf ears when his phone rings. Dean simultaneously alerts him, “Sam, that car is speeding up.” 

Cursing, he presses on the accelerator as Dean answers the phone. “Dad, what's happening?” He intently listens, “Dad’s going to try slowing them down. Says you need holy shit! Sam!!” Dean braced himself as his brother took the off-ramp too fast and fishtails onto a county road, gunning it. “Damn it, going have to realign the suspension after this,” he quickly dials another number. “Bobby, we’re coming in hot!” Dean says, “One car with two possible fugglies. Uh-huh, got it,” and hangs up. “He’s heading for the gate, don’t slow down.”  

“Dean, we’re cutting it close on the gas, man.” Dean leans over, “Don’t worry, Baby’s not gonna let us down,” silently praying Baby, don’t let us down while dialing again. “Dad, we’re running on fumes, need to back off; otherwise, you’re gonna be driving over us.” Sam can hear him giving orders. “Okay, when we get to the turn, Dad’s going to ram them so,” he pointedly gazed at Sam, who, spotting the gavel driveway entrance, nodded in acknowledgment and gripped the wheel tighter; he heard John's GMC roaring towards them. Dean calls over his shoulder, “Hold on, sweetheart...Sam now!!”

Sam smashed the brake pedal and cut the wheel, causing the 3,500-pound car to slide; screeching tires pierced the night as they left curved skid marks, then metal crunching when the truck's steel grill crashed into the other vehicle's rear end. Sam hit the gas, and the Impala roared under the Singer Salvage Yard signage, forcing Bobby to dive out of the way when gravel flew.

Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 

Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him. 

Part IX

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[fieldofsecretss]

Not ready-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, war, dead parents, birth and pain.

A/N: hello loves, in this fic, Draco doesn't have access to his family wealth and money, but he works for his money along with y/n <3 yeah yeah annoying right?

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“Yeah- Jesus, Dray give me space.” You breathed heavily, pushing him away with a light chuckle as the end of a contraction rippled through your body. “It’s not bad. It might be false labor again.”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, fidgeting his feet, not able to stand still. “You’re a week overdue. I think this is happening.”

“I think my opinion on that is more valid than yours.” You huffed, leaning back on the couch and kicking your socked feet up on the coffee table. “And I say, baby isn’t coming today. I don’t feel it.

He rolled his metallic eyes at your stubbornness and sat beside your kicked up feet, patting your purple socks and giving them a squeeze. “You ready to be a mommy?” He gave you a playful smirk.

You hummed through your teeth, relaxing from the previous uncomfortableness. “Are you ready to be a daddy?” You gave him a look

You both gave each other uneasy looks with sly smiles, looking down at your belly. “I’m excited to finally meet her.” His veiny palm went to your navel, rubbing softly. “You have a connection with her that I don’t. I hope..I hope that we’ll be able to bond.”

You placed your hand atop of his, guiding it to a foot that was prodding your side. “You have a connection, Draco. Trust me. I’m the one who’s carrying her, remember? I’ve got a junior miss Draco Malfoy in here.”

He laughed genuinely, leaning down to give your tummy a kiss. “Hurry up, okay? Daddy wants to meet you.”

Nine months ago both you and Draco thought your lives were going to be ruined by the accidental pregnancy, but now, the two of you couldn’t be happier. Your lives were now extremely domesticated. You owned an apartment together, worked jobs and owned your own vehicles. You were even engaged. The boy who didn’t have a choice, the former death eater had grown up. And it was only because of how much he loved you. His friends often made fun of him in the beginning, teasing him for how much he’d changed, when in reality, he hadn’t changed all that much.

The beginning of the pregnancy was hard for both of you. Draco had a lot of unresolved trauma from his own childhood, making him doubt his abilities of a father. If it hadn’t been for Narcissa, you weren’t sure if he would of been able to snap out of it. And then you had your own doubts about mother hood, and you had no mother to help you through your curiosity, but Draco was there for you. It had been you two since day one. You leaned on each other and took care of one another. You were just adding another number to the bunch.

You lived in an apartment complex in Diagon Alley. Rent was surprisingly not terrible, and with two paying jobs, you were both able to keep bills caught up and ready your daughters nursery. He’d wanted to do it himself, but you said no, so he left the decorating to you.

It was a year and a half since the battle. The wizarding world had healed itself and so had you and Draco after having to endure that night. His dark mark faded a little more within the passing months, but they’d always be there. It was okay, though. He didn’t let them bother him anymore. And after that, it taught him a lot about the things he thought were important to him. More so, what wasn’t important to him.

After surviving that night, he cared less about society and the pressure to please his father at all costs. It taught him that if he didn’t have you, he didn’t have anything. He didn’t have purpose. Some had not been so lucky. And some barely ever spoke again or wasn’t the same anymore, and it was hard for Draco to watch his classmates or even friends suffer so badly. It only made him treasure you and your well-being more.

Later that night, Blaise, Theo and Goyle were over at your apartment having pizza and playing with Draco’s pool table. They didn’t even know how to play right, but they still had fun with it. Your contractions were coming about once every hour, but your water hadn’t broke. You were beginning to think Draco may be right. You busied yourself cooking over the hot stove, flipping hamburgers for your guests. Normally, Draco would cook since you didn’t like the heat, but you were trying to busy yourself as to not think about your growing contractions.

You’d taken this whole pregnancy like a champ. You barely had mood swings and only occasionally morning sickness. You didn’t complain like he figured you would. Of course, you had your days, but you aced this nine months. But now, you weren’t feeling so confident. And just at the thought of it, you felt an ache in your back that made you freeze and grip the stove. “Fuck.” You groaned, gaining the attention of the men.

“What? What?” Draco panicked, running to your side. “Is it another one?”

You groaned and nodded as you bent over, breathing sharply as he held you up. “Fuck.” You spat

“That’s another one boys!” Draco beamed, pulling you up as the pain subsided. They didn’t last long, but you knew that would soon change. “How close are they now? Like…every forty minutes, right?” He guided you to sit at the table, pulling a chair out for you.

“Yeah, I think.” You nodded, holding your swollen belly.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be uncles, man,” Blaise shook Goyle and Theo’s shoulders, hopping once in place. “Pansy is so excited for her next visit so she can see her.”

“Well, I’m glad everyone’s thrilled.” You teased, pushing Draco back so you could try to stand

“Woah, woah, you need to sit down, love” He grabbed your shoulders, trying to usher you back into your seat.

“I’m fine, Dray.” You patted his chest. “It could still be false labor. You’re worrying over nothing.” He let you pass with a creased brow as you went back to your food.

“How do you know when it’s time to go to the hospital?” Goyle lined his pool stick with an eight ball.

“When her water breaks.” He glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you carefully like you were made of glass. “If we can go after midnight, though, our insurance lets us have two free nights at the hospital.”

You were the one carrying this baby, and you also knew that this was not false labor. It was the real deal, and you were also nearly shitting yourself over it. Truthfully, you wanted to cry on the shower floor, but you wouldn’t even be able to stand up without any help. You’d never gotten nervous about any of this before. You were scared shitless in the beginning, sure, but you and Draco had gotten your bearings together rather quickly. After all, you both had done a lot of growing up since the trauma of the war. But with all the talk of labor, you weren’t feeling so confident in your body’s abilities of producing a human being.

“Well, what if her water breaks before midnight?” Theo sat on the pool table, talking as if you weren’t even in the room.

“Then we go to the hospital.” Draco chalked up the end of his pool stick. “Just a plus if it happens later.”

You huffed, turning around and holding a plate of cheeseburgers. “I am right here, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, we know.” Theo grinned. “You’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Ha ha.” You flipped him off, making the guys laugh as Draco took the plate from you and sat it on the table. “Eat your damn food”

While everyone else talked about your unborn child, you kept glancing at the clock. It was four o’clock, and you knew damn well that your water was going to break before midnight. You would have this baby tonight. Merlin, as crazy as it was to believe, you didn’t feel like eating. You passed your cheeseburger to Blaise , who happily scarfed it down while you pretended to not be scared to death, and Draco for once, was too excited to be able to tell that something was wrong.

It was times like these where you missed having the comfort of your mother, even though she hadn’t provided much comfort when she was alive. You just missed a female presence. Honestly, you wished Hermione was there with you, but you weren’t going to demand that she just let everything go just to calm your nerves. While the boys played pool, you sat on the floor and folded baby clothes, your body tense and nervous. You were extremely frustrated with yourself.

“How’s my girl?” Draco crouched down to sit beside you after some time had passed. “You seem awfully quiet.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” You nodded, still folding little baby socks. “Just tryna get this all sorted. Guess I should of done it when I wasn’t so huge.”

He chuckled, draping his arm around your shoulder. “How are you feeling? Think you’ll be getting any more contractions?”

What Draco didn’t know was that you’d already had three more. You’d just gone to the bathroom and ran the sink water while you bit on a towel. They were getting more painful, and you dreaded when your water was going to break. “Nope.” You lied through your teeth. “I told you it’s not gonna happen today.”

He patted your thigh and smirked. “Okay, mama. You just tell when you start to feel one, okay? We need to keep ‘em’ timed right.”

You were doing your own timing, and the last three had came every twenty minutes. “I will.” You gave him a peck on the lips as he stood to head back to his pool game. You knew you shouldn’t be lying. It was gonna get you in trouble, but damnit you were terrified. How in the hell were going to push out a baby? You were going to be ripped in two. You shuddered just of the thought of it...

After a while you decided you needed to get your mind off it, so you decided to join their game. Theo rolled his eyes when you took his spot and made him sit out a round, but obliged when Draco kicked him. You got yourself laughing after awhile when you’d kicked everyone’s asses. Pool was your game, and Blaise was a sore looser. “That’s utter bullshit!” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t even get to shoot! How do you get every pocket full!”

“Because I’m a woman, Blaise.” You leaned against the table. “We know how to handle balls.”

Blaise cringed while Draco and Goyle snickered, leaning shoulder to shoulder while they shared a beer. “That’s my girl!” Draco cheered. “Nine months pregnant and can still kick your ass, Zabini.”

“Don’t get cocky, blondie” You gave him a playfully look, tossing down your stick, “I can still kick your ass too.”

“Ha ha.” Blaise shook his head at him.

You smiled wildly and went to say something else, but a ripple went up in a wave through your abdomen, burning down against your pelvis that made you double. “Oh-” You couldn’t even try to conceal this one.

Draco’s metallic eyes widened and he shot over to you immediately. “Hey, hey, are you okay? I got you, I got you, my love”

Your hand gripped your belly and the other on his bicep, gritting your teeth and letting out a cry. “Oh, Merlin, ow, ow- ouch!”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He reached to pull out a chair and slowly helped you sit in it. He crouched below you and took your hands. “You alright? Talk to me, honey.” He reached up to pushed your hair away from your face.

You nodded as you felt a bead of sweat roll down your neck. You exhaled loudly as one last tightening sensation burned against your back, and you leaned your head back in exhaustion. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Alright, Blaise, what was that, man?” Draco looked over his shoulder as Blaise looked at his stop watch.

“Still seems to be once every few hours.”

Draco crossed his brows and swallowed nervously, looking up at you. “Are they supposed to be that painful so early on?”

You shrugged, not liking the sudden attention. “I dunno. It doesn’t matter anyways. We can’t go till after midnight. We can’t afford it.”

“Hey, you let me worry about that.” He squeezed your hand. “You just tell me when we need to be going, okay? I don’t care about our insurance.”

“Well, I do.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “I’m not going till after midnight, Draco. Stop trying to force me to go.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not forcing you-” Draco was beginning to try and apologize, but your defiance made him stall. He gave you a weird look that made your heart race, like he was reading your mind. He sighed frustratedly. “You’ve been having more contractions, haven’t you?”

“What!” You screeched, feeling trapped in your chair. “No, I haven’t!”

“Y/n, don’t lie to me.” He shook his head firmly. “You need to be honest with me, this is serious.”

“You don’t think I know that?” You shoved his hands off of you, and stood, he still helped you even though you didn’t want it. “I’m the one who was to give birth to her, you know? I know how serious it is!” You snapped, ignoring the boys who stood together awkwardly, giving each other nervous glances. “Quite hounding me about it and play your damn game.” You opened the freezer and grabbed your chocolate and salty caramel ice cream you’d been eating for weeks, pushing past him to head to the couch.

“Y/n, don’t do this” He followed you. “I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to apologize, sitting beside you on the couch and grabbing your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey, okay? I’m just nervous, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

You pouted your lip and brought the spoon to your mouth, taking a bit as you tried to keep from crying. “It’s fine. I just don’t want you to worry about me. She’s not coming today.”

He apprehensively nodded. “I know, I believe you.”

An awkward tension filled the room as he stared at you while you ate. You didn’t have much color in your face, and he knew that something wasn’t right. And any normal person would assume that it was just nerves, but Draco was able to expect that from you, as to how easy the pregnancy had been for you. He thought you’d sore through the delivery with flying colors.

“Should we go?” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly.

The three stood side by side in the kitchen watching the both of you with nervous glances. “No, you guys can stay.” You brushed off with a wave. “Finish your game, I’m gonna watch tv.”

They nodded and obeyed, but Draco didn’t leave your side. “Draco, you can go play. I’m fine.” You reassured him, clicking on the tv with your remote.

“I know.” He pulled you into his side, arm draped around your shoulder. “But I wanna sit with you.”

Draco knew damn well that something was up, and he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight. You bit your lip but said nothing, sinking back into the couch while you paid no attention to the gameshow on the screen. Draco rubbed your thigh lovingly, then up to your belly. It had been eight minutes since your last contraction, and you prayed you wouldn’t have one sitting right beside him.

You were embarrassed how scared you were. You’d never felt so nervous in your life. You’d heard horror stories about birth before, and sweet Salazar, the picture books Pansy showed you were for nightmares. You weren’t going to be able to handle it. What if you weren’t strong enough? What if you couldn’t tolerate the pain?

You brought up a nail to bite and Draco noticed, but he said nothing. And then it happened again, your breath punctured it’s way out of your lungs and you gasped, doubling over as the tightened burn vibrated up your body.

“I knew it!” Draco squeaked out in a high pitched, panicked tone, holding you as you rode out your contraction. “I knew you were lying to me! Hell y/n-”

“I’m fine.” You moaned through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you whimpered.

He gulped and shot up. “Blaise! How close was that? Ten minutes?”

“Nine.” Blaise tapped his watch as he and the guys followed you. “Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital now.”

”Yes”

“No”

Draco whirled around and gave you an incredulous look. “What?!” His blonde hair in the front flew a little as he dramatically flayed his arms about. “You’re nine minutes apart!”

“And that’s too early.” You said firmly, huffing and puffing as the pain went away. Blaise passed Draco to sit beside you, patting your shoulder in support. “We go when my water breaks and when I’m five minutes apart. That’s what the doctor said.”

“Yeah, man you don’t want to be waiting all night in the hospital.” Theo tried to calm Draco down. “Listen to her.”

“Thank you.”

“Shut it idiot.”

Draco took a deep breath and rubbed his face tiredly, looking down at you with a panicked look. “Five minutes apart.” He gulped through a nod.

You nodded back. “Yeah. Now, sit down you’re making me nervous.”

Everyone gathered around you, and the room was dead silent besides your tense breathing. Blaise sat on your left side, Draco on your right, turned to you as he stared at your belly. Goyle and Theo sat on the floor where you had folded your baby’s clothes, staring at Draco for the next move. “Well, somebody entertain me!” You snapped, making them jump at your reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having contractions?” He said, or at least tried, gently, holding your knee. “If it’s about the insurance, I told you I don’t care about that. I have money saved up.”

“Theo have you read the new book I recommended to you, yet?” Blaise clapped his hands together, trying to change the subject.

“Because I don’t want you worrying, Draco.” You breathed shakily, closing your eyes and trying to tune out the noise. “If we leave when you want us to we’ll be there for hours. Trust me, we have plenty of time.”

“Yeah, man, it was good.” Theo cleared his throat, blinking between the two of you.

“Okay, but don’t lie to me about it, y/n.” He stressed. “We need to keep track, it’s important to-”

“I know, it’s important, Draco!” You shouted emotionally, voice cracking despite your strength. “I’m timing them, okay! Just shut up and let me worry about it!” You glared it him, failing to stand up. “Fuck!” You struggled, and Blaise placed his hands on your upper back to push you.

Draco gulped, shaking his head in disbelief at your outburst. “What is going on with her?” He whispered to his friends, pushing back his hair with sweaty fingers. “What the hell did I do wrong? She’s crazy!”

You ignored whatever whispers were being said about you, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat as you placed your ice cream back in the freezer, slamming the door and turning to the sink to wash your hands. Your breathing became shallow and you felt as if you were going to have a panic attack.

Then, a splat hit the floor that made you jump, and you looked down in horror at the puddle on the floor that soaked your grey leggings. “Oh, my god!” You cried, covering your mouth in shock at the sight.

“Y/n?” Draco heard your exclaim and he hurriedly ran over to you, the guys all following him single file. “What, baby, what is it?” He came to your side and followed your eyes down to the floor, seeing the puddle your purple, socked feet were standing in. “Oh- gross, oh, oh my god! Oh, my- shit! It’s time!” He laughed, bouncing up and down as he hugged you, the boys cheering behind him.

“No, no, no, it is not time, Draco .” You assured, but panic was seeping through your pores easily without care.

His face fell. “What? Y/n..love, you said when your water broke we would go, so- so let’s go!” He tried to smile it off, but your stern expression made his falter.

“Oh, gross.” Theo cringed at the puddle of…well, whatever that was on the floor.

You groaned as you sat down. “No, I said whenever my water broke and my contractions were- oh, oh, ow, ow ouch!” You wailed, gripping the chair as Draco’s hands shot up in a panic, rubbing over to grab his keys.

“Yep, yep, we’re going!” He grabbed his wallet and shoved everything into his pocket. “Goyle, go get the baby bag. Theo you go get her new pants and Blaise- Blaise stand there and look pretty.”

“I’m pretty.” Blaise stuck out his tongue to Theo.

“Oh, god- Draco, love, I’m fine.” Your voice was thick as you tried to speak through the pain, holding your stomach as you shook your head. “We still- we still got time.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Y/n, let’s- okay, yeah, come on, we need to go. Like right now.” He winced at your sharp gasps of pain as he grabbed your shoulder to try and get you to stand. “Blaise, help me.”

“Honey,” Your body was tense and on fire as you gritted your teeth. “Calm down. It’s okay, just relax- ow, ow,”

“That’s five minutes apart.” Blaise stepped over to the other side of the chair.

“Five minutes!” Draco pointed to his watch. “See that, love? Five minutes. And you said we’d go at five minutes, so we need to go, right? Come on, up, up, up!” You both spoke over top of each other. You tried repeating over and over that you were fine. Draco kept telling you to get up. Blaise tried humming a lullaby to keep everyone calm, and if you hadn’t been so panicked, you would of heard Goyle and Theo trying to pick out a pair of pants that would fit your swollen legs.

Your eyes were closed to keep him from seeing your brewing tears. You were too scared. You couldn’t do this. Nope. Nope. You changed your mind.

“Baby, darling— light of my life, my treasure,” He bent slightly to place a hand on your shoulders, expressions panicked and wired with adrenaline. “Jill to my jack and Juliet to my Romeo, we’ve gotta go.”

Draco’s hands began pulling on your arms, and then you felt Blaise’s. It was enough to send you over the edge.

“No, get off! I’m not going! I’m not going!” You yelled out a nasty sob as your tearful eyes snapped open, you jerked your hands away and Draco’s face fell, and both him and Blaise backed away immediately at your sign of distress. “I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it! I’m too scared!” You sobbed, hot tears staining your cheeks as you covered your face, shoulders shaking with heavy hitches.

“Hey, hey,” Draco said so softly, crouching down to your level. “Sweetheart, hey, look at me.” He peeled your hands away gently, holding them tightly in his grasp. “Are you kidding me?” He smiled sweetly. “Y/n, if there is anyone in the world who can have this baby, it’s you. Merlin, you are so strong. The things you’ve done and seen. You’re going to be such a good mother.”

You sobbed pathetically and gripped his wrist, your nose leaking. “But Dray I’m so scared. Please- can’t you do it for me?”

He chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Oh, love, I wish I could. But I’m gonna be with you the whole time, I swear.”

Your breath started to pick when you felt another contraction start. Draco seen the panic in your face and he reached in for his key. “Blaise, go start the car.” He threw them over his shoulder without looking and heard the door shut.

“You’ve got it love, breath.”

You cried and leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder, and you pinched the skin against his arm as you sobbed and moaned through the ripple of pain. “Oh- god,”

“I’m so scared.” You whimpered. “I won’t be able to do it, Draco. I’m not strong enough.”

He shushed you gently and coaxed you to breath through your contraction, rubbing your back as you cried against him. “You remember what all the moms said at the last lamaze class?” He said into your ear.

“Yeah.” You choked. “They said that their vagina’s were ripped in two.”

He smirked and cupped your neck, pulling you away slightly so he could look up at you. “They said how worth it was. Come on, you remember that, don’t you?”

He wiped your tears with soft thumbs and held your face, his icy eyes full of such passion it made you want to fall over and die. “Remember, Leslie? She said that she forgot all about the pain when she saw her baby. And- and Donna said that everything was worth it once she got to hold her son.”

You looked so frightened, and he sighed, leaning down to place a kiss along the swell of your belly. “Sometimes I hear you talking in your sleep to her love, you’re gonna be such a good mother. She’s almost here. I know you’re ready to meet her.”

You let out a tiny sob and took a breath, your emotions all jumbled together. “Yeah.” You nodded through a thick voice. “I just- Merlin, I just can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything that we’ve been through. I mean..it’s really happening for us.” You let out a whine and closed the space. “I love you.” You kissed him, holding his face. “I love you so much.” You cried.

“I love you too, my sweet girl..are you ready to do this? Ready to go?” He asked with a soft smile on his beautiful pale face.

“Yeah, I’m ready.. will you be there with me? I can’t possibly do this without you, dray” you sniffled a little looking at him with doe eyes.

“I’ll always be there with you, love. Always.” He said and kissed you on your salty cheek. “Now, let’s go and meet our baby girl”

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Hellooo! I know I know, I haven’t posted in months🤦‍♀️ but here I am. I feel like this is shit but enjoy it anyway❤️

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Nomination Overview - Horror

Buckle in today, we got a BIG category. Let's take a look at some of MCYTblr's favourite things to do with the cubitos- horror.

Title: Lucky number 925 (or the butcherbird's song) Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33355348/chapters/82839304 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Apocynaceae Relationships: Quackity/Jschlatt Characters: Quackity, Jschlatt, Awesamdude Length of the work: 58906 words Genre: Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Dark Fic, Drama, Horror, Hurt-no-comfort, Smut, Whump, Crossover via hunger games AU Type: Fic Summary: Quackity is a career without a story. The day he steps on stage, volunteering to take the space of a citizen of district 2 in the Games, is the day he sees Schlatt. The drunken, uncaring, and uncouth mentor of district 10. He needs a story to win. Quackity knows Schlatt will be his story. (Or the very unnecessary Hunger Games inspired AU.)

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Title: The Pros And Cons Of Digging Your Own Grave Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53507566 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: antimony_medusa Relationships: Niki Nihachu & Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza Characters: Niki Nihachu, Ranboo, Technoblade, Philza Length of the work: 15,260 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Friendship, Horror, Superhero/Superpower AU Type: Fic Summary: Ranboo had tried to strike up a conversation with the person driving the City Defense car, really he had, but they’d responded with bland politeness, and he’d stumbled over his own words, and then he’d given up and stared out the window as they drove downtown. The buildings had steadily gotten taller and more ornate, and now they were crawling along between skyscrapers, him with his gym bag of personal items on the seat next to him and the symbol of his new job resting on his wrist, and the driver staring forward into the vehicle in front of them. They didn’t really blame the driver for not wanting to talk to them. People were always a bit weird about heroes—too aware of their sacrifices or too relieved by their service—and given the choice they would take silence over the person being overly positive about their future or worse—sorry for them. Ranboo slipped their fingertips under the power bracelet again, picking at it like a scab. OR: In a world where being a superhero turns you into a deadly monster, Ranboo is the newest hero recruit. They don't know what they're doing.

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Title: Twisted Reflection Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41488152 Fandom: Empires SMP Author: Chalk_Planchette Relationships: None that it focuses on Characters: Lizzie Ldshadowlady  Length of the work: 1512 words Genre: AU, Dark Fic, Horror, Magnus Archives AU Type: Fic Summary: [Lizzie] Statement of Lizzie Shadowlady regarding… (Pause) Regarding a monstrous reflection. Statement recorded live by head Archivist on September 7th 2021. Statement begins.

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Title: Monolithic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41547801/chapters/104206269 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: fluffy_papaya Relationships: hypnotizd & xbcrafted Characters: hypnotizd, xbcrafted Length of the work: 22,030 words Genre: Horror Type: Fic Summary: A half step is all is takes — one second Xb is in the shade of the market stalls, the next he’s slipping through dimensions, Hypno close behind him. Eyes are everywhere. Reality is hidden behind the void. And something quiet stalks their steps, something that cannot die. But hey — they’re Horse Head Farms! And surely, they can survive this.

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Title: Goretober Prompt 2 - Trypophobia/Parasite - Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27753124 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: orphan_account Relationships: none tagged Characters: Grian, Ethoslab, ImpulseSV, Joe Hills, xBCrafted, Rendog Length of the work: 3,333 words Genre: Angst, Horror Type: Fic Summary: The Mycelium Resistance is alive and thriving with their new underground base. Everyone's been in high spirits over the friendly turf war; everyone except for Grian. Ever since messing with the block, he's been growing sicker and sicker, not to mention his growing fascination with mushrooms. When spores begin to sprout in his hair, he waves it off as nothing. Spending too much time around mushrooms can't be harmful, right? WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF BLOOD AND GORE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE TRYPOPHOBIA. **Note: This takes place days after Grian finished the hidden Mycelium Resistance base's interior design.**

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Title: PDS 70b Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38010847/chapters/94936891 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Hoorayy Relationships: Tommyinnit & Wilbur Soot Characters: Tommyinnit and Wilbur Soot. Length of the work: 7152 (incomplete fic) Genre: Horror, Modern AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Cosmic Horror, Also it's hurt/comfort and hurt/no comfort Type: Fic Summary: The day the world ends, Wilbur Soot packs a suitcase and leaves. (or, it's the end of the world, and one man drives through the american southwest in search of life.)

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Title: no bills in the mail Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48701626/chapters/122850703 Fandom: Lifesteal SMP Author: oneirogen Relationships: Ashswag & Reddoons Characters: Ashswag, Reddoons, Bubblebrooke Length of the work: ~34k words Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU Type: Fic Summary: Go home, like he hasn’t been spending more time in Red's apartment than his own. Half his clothes are in Red's closet. There's a second toothbrush in the bathroom. Where else is he supposed to go?

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Title: completely normal things happening in nevada Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3478825 Fandom: Lifesteal SMP Author: Anonymous Relationships: ItzSubz/Vitalasy Characters: ItzSubz, Vitalasy, PrinceZam Length of the work: 54,348 words (incomplete series) Genre: Angst, AU, Horror, Modern AU Type: Fic Series Summary: Cryptid/Horror/Mystery Alternate Universe centering around Prince Zam's disappearance told from multiple POVs

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Title: Covet Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36814846/chapters/91843975 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP  Author: Oceanbreeze7 Relationships: None tagged Characters: impulseSV. PearlescentMoon, GoodTimesWithScar, mumbo jumbo, EthosLab, Xisumavoid, Rendog, Grian, xBCrafted, FalseSymmetry, Solidarity, InTheLittleWood  Length of the work: 102,734 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Drama, Horror Type: Fic Summary: If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more The humans talked, throwing bits and things into the passage they called Boatem Hole. The humans spoke to It, gentle and curious. They kept It company, called It a friend. It didn’t understand, but something beyond walls and walls of frosted glass and impermeable fog whispered pained and haunted behind It’s eyes with a voice that hurt to dwell on, don’t you remember this?

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Title: sometime before the sun comes up (the earth is gonna crack) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48703030 Fandom: QSMP Author: Odaigahara Relationships: MissaSinfonia&Philza; Wilbur Soot&Philza; Chayanne&Tallulah&Philza Characters: Philza, Tallulah, Chayanne, Wilbur Soot, Missa Length of the work: 10,893 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Found Family, Post-Apocalyptic AU, I'd say there are Horror elements, but as the author did not tag it as such, I'm hesitant to commit to calling it straight-out horror Type: Fic Summary: Tallulah pulled a flute from her bag and put it to her lips, blew a fragile little note that hung in the air like spider silk. Phil stiffened, raising the rifle in preparation– if he could scare the first mermaid, Missa could run up and grab them both– and a dark shape came up from the ocean, seawater rushing off its leathery wings. Bright yellow eyes, white bone shielding its face like an external skull and a head as large as an elephant’s. Missa sucked in a breath, fumbled for his weapon. Phil centered the dragon in the crosshairs, finger on the trigger, and Tallulah reached up to wrap her arms around the monster’s muzzle, leaning halfway over the water. Phil swore. He braced himself for violence, the deceptively quick change from living child into gutted mess, but it never came. Tallulah pulled back and said, Spanish blurring to familiar syllables, “Bobby, this is Chayanne. I told you he’s real.”

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Title: Phasmobros AU Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3811324 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Gladumf Relationships: Grian & impulseSV & GoodTimesWithScar & Skizzleman, Grian & GeminiTay, Grian & impulseSV, impulseSV & TangoTek, Grian & TangoTek, GeminiTay & TangoTek, No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: Grian, Impulse, Scar, Gem, Skizz, Tango Length of the work: 31,480 words (incomplete series) Genre: Angst, AU, Horror, Phasmophobia AU Type: Fic series Summary: A radio transcript of the GIG(G)S team on various ghost hunts for their employer, and a fully written version of one of the worse hunts.

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Title: How to Survive Suburbia  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2675548 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: hallmarked_error Relationships: Ranboo & Tubbo Characters: Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 6,902 Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Horror, Urban Fantasy/Werewolf/Vampire AU Type: Fic series Summary: Series: An urban fantasy au partially inspired by HGK477, composed of a series of interconnected one-shots set somewhere in suburbia. Fics take place in the same universe but can be read as stand-alone works. How To Befriend The Monster Underneath Your Bed: Befriending the monster under your bed has always been a risky affair. Tubbo knows this, and knows you either do it right or you die. This is how he attempts to increase his chances of friendship Christmas Eve: Tubbo is thirteen-and-two days old and he is alone on Christmas Eve. He does what any other kid would in his situation - visit a graveyard.

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Title: From The Archives Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2888871 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Sixteenthdays Relationships: gen Characters: Grian, Hermitcraft Ensemble Length of the work: 129k Genre: AU, Horror, Modern AU Type: Fic Series Summary: A collection of statements from the archives of the Void Institute. (Magnus Archives Au) collection of short horror stories surrounding Hermits and related minecrafters

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Title: There's a Reason These Feathers are Barbed  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30824555/chapters/76095047 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: EmJay_Panziku Relationships: Phil Watson & Technoblade, TommyInnit & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Fundy & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Jshlatt. Tubbo & Wilbur Soot, Tubbo & TommyInnit, Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Technoblade & TommyInnit Characters: Technoblade, Philza, Tubbo, Wilbur Length of the work: 24,397 words (unfinished fic) Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Friendship, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic AU Type: Fic Summary: At what point when you twist a human's body do they stop being human? At what point does their mind come along for the ride? At what point do they themselves cease to recognize themselves as anything but the monster the mirror reflects, and thus cease to exist as anything but that monster? Would it be possible for that monster to remember, to become human again, if they only had a friend?

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Title: the things that never happened Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36918175/chapters/92105722 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: artistformerlyknownas Relationships: Karl Jacobs/Sapnap/Quackity Characters: Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, Quackity Length of the work: 26,703 words Genre: AU, Horror, Modern AU, Time Travel Type: Fic Summary: "When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not... but soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened." - Mark Twain // or, a crewboys teen drama horror movie featuring karlnapity and vaguely spooky vibes

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Title: Frankenstein Cletho AU Art Link: here Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: cerealdog Relationships: Cleo/Etho, Cleo & Etho, Cleo/Bdubs, Cleo & Bdubs, Joel Smallishbeans & Etho  Characters: Cleo, Etho, Bdubs, Joel Smallishbeans,  Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Drama, Horror, Romance Type: Art Summary: Full-color art of Frankenstein's Monster!Cleo and Frankenstein!Etho in his lab, as well as three primarily black and white lineart pieces of other scenes from the book reinterpreted with Joel, Bdubs, Etho, and Cleo.

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Title: City of Stars Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Paprikup Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Karl/Sapnap Characters: Quackity, Sapnap, Karl, Schlatt Genre: Angst, Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Horror, Hurt-no-comfort, Romance Type: Animation Summary: A short animation about the times when Quackity's heart was shattered, the violence of loneliness, and the person (the monster) he's become in the ruins of lost love.

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Title: the doves are dead  Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3482953 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: emotionsenaationwheel and ollie_oxen_free  Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Wilbur/Schlatt, Wilbur/Quackity also some Sapnap/Quackity and Karl/Quackity  Characters: Schlatt Wilbur Quackity  Length of the work: 32,509 words (incomplete series) Genre: Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Horror, Hurt-no-comfort, Modern AU, Smut, Whump, Psychological horror, torture, New French Extremity vibes Type: Fic Series Summary: A series in which Schlatt has the power to control people's minds, and Quackity and Wilbur are his unfortunate victims. 

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Title: racehorse: get married!  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2575438 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: small_lizard  Relationships: Quackity/JSchlatt, Karlnapity, Wilbur/Quackity, Quackity & George Characters: Quackity, Sapnap, Karl, Schlatt, George, Wilbur, Dream Length of the work: 38,564 words (incomplete series) Genre: Angst, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Drama, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt-no-comfort Type: Fic Series Summary: A collection of Quackity-adjacent relationship studies that all take place in the canon dsmp universe. Geniunely beautiful works exploring and dissecting several of Quackity's major interpersonal relationships from DSMP canon, including with Schlatt, Wilbur, Tubbo, Karl, Sapnap. Olivet Discourse is the most devastating imo but when reading even a single piece of this series the wider context is always lurking in the back of your mind; no matter how many quiet moments Quackity wins the reader has the knowledge of what's to come and it makes this series haunting. 

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Title: ouroboros Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42094335/chapters/105682362 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: swordfright Relationships: Dream & Awesamdude, Quackity & Dream & Awesamdude, Quackity & Awesamdude Characters: Awesamdude, Dream (Primarily), Quackity, Ponk, Technoblade (Secondarily) Length of the work: 98,193 words Genre: Canon-Divergent, Horror Type: Fic Summary: ABJECT (/ˈab-jekt/) - Adjective (noun form: the abject) Definitions: 1. The often disturbed reaction to a threatened breakdown in meaning caused by the loss of the distinction between the self and the other. 2. A place of immemorial violence that defies symbolic order. 3. The product of repression that precedes the establishment of the individual's relation to its objects of desire (id) and of representation (ego.) 4. A place where meaning collapses. ___________________ The prison they built together comes alive in a dangerously literal way. Pandora’s Vault breathes and hungers. Canon-compliant through nearly all of the imprisonment arc, branches off into canon divergence between Techno’s visit/escape and the jailbreak stream.

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Title: Vanishes soon after bedtime for good Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26702875 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: 00FFFF Relationships: Grian&mumbojumbo Characters: Grian, Mumbojumbo Length of the work: 4,326 words Genre: Angst, Canon-Divergent, Dark Fic, Horror Type: Fic Summary: Grian has been bitten by a phantom. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem in the slightest; just pop a health potion and you’re on your merry way. But the bite of this phantom caused a rather nasty infection, its venom coursing through Grian’s veins. It changed him, ever so slowly...

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Title: shrimp colors Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41515473 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Hoorayy Relationships: Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap Characters: Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Sapnap Length of the work: 1538 words Genre: Horror, Modern AU, Cosmic horror Type: Fic Summary: “It’s kind of a long story.” Sapnap drawls, “I’d say I have time, but apparently the apocalypse is looming over us.” -- (the host of a cosmic horror, the harbinger of the apocalypse, and a guy who's failing chemistry walk into a diner. they talk about shrimp colors.)

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Title: Last of Us + Tntduo Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ashthefrogprin Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Romance, Slow Burn Type: Art Summary: A series of images depicting quackbur in a The Last of Us AU, followed by a brief summary of a few scenes the artist was imagining. Wilbur has a shotgun; Quackity has an axe. They're both traveling across the country together trying to find a safe harbor with other survivors-- and, as it turns out, being in close quarters with someone during life-threatening situations means the two of you tend to bond. Odd thing, that.

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Title: not applicable Link: here Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: qhideduo Relationships: Grian & Scar Characters: Grian, Scar Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Angst, AU, Crossover, Horror Type: Art Summary: In which Scar is an avatar of the End and Grian is an Avatar of the Slaughter. (Grian has trouble finding people to kill to feed his patron. Scar suggests that Grian kill him since he'll come back anyways. Grian has concerns and hesitates, but does it with Scar's assurances.)

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Title: Lifeline AU Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3156309 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: SlashMagpie Relationships: Impulse & Tango, Impulse & Pearl, Bdubs & Etho, False & Stress, Impulse & Skizz, Pearl & Tango Characters: Impulse, Tango, Pearl, Etho, Bdubs, False, Cleo, Skizz, Ren Length of the work: 299,349 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Fantasy AU, Horror, Modern AU, Time Travel, Space AU Type: Fic Series Summary: A science fantasy AU about a species of body-snatching aliens attempting to take over the Earth and the ragtag bunch of misfits trying to stop them. Based on the Lifeline series of mobile games.

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Title: Choke Down My Poison (I’m Breathing You In) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48146797/chapters/121412023 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: MawoftheMagnetar Relationships: None tagged Characters: ZombieCleo, Zedaph, TangoTek, Docm77 Length of the work: 9,461 words Genre: Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Horror, Apocalypse Type: Fic Summary: That's not water dripping from the stalactites. That's not moss under your feet. That's not condensation on your faceplate. That's not something you should be thinking about. Your friends are waiting at the bottom, silly! OR: Zed and Cleo need to find Tango. Before it's too late.

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Title: Eclosion Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51105736 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Sixteenthdays Relationships: None tagged Characters: Ethoslab, Goodtimeswithscar, Cubfan135 Length of the work: 1,132 words Genre: Horror Type: Fic Summary: Etho holds his breath, keeps absolutely still. A creeper wanders past him, brushing the high grass aside. He catches a glimpse, through the underbrush, of a glint of blue.

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Title: Red Red Red Red Red Red!  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53143222 Fandom: peniSMP, but specifically peniSMP x2 Author: RottingHead Relationships: - Penisisunavailable/Shittyfartbaby69 - Penisisunavailable & Various peniSMP characters - Admiral Anus & Various characters Characters: Penisisunavailable and Admiral Anus. Length of the work: 1,078 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Dark Fic, Horror, Hurt-no-comfort Type: Fic Summary: The peniSMP x 2 spawn island is alive and is an eldritch horror. Bad times ensue.

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Title: Interlude From Another Reality: Taxidermy  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40264314/chapters/100852947 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: sixteenthdays Relationships: No ships  Characters: Joe Hills, Grian, Goodtimeswithscar Length of the work: 3,921 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Horror Type: Fic Summary: [GRIAN] Are you the manager? Because when I asked the person at the front to direct me to a manager they told me to come here. I have a complaint. [JOE] Well, I can understand that. (A couple non-canon bonus scenes to my From the Archives series, in a timeline where everything is a little bit upside down.)

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Title: Scarecrow AU (When The Sunlight Dies) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2556517 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: personalized_radio, bramble_patch (Marianne_Dashwood) Relationships: Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Quackity/Jschlatt Characters: Karl Jacobs, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Quackity, Jschlatt, Wilbur Soot, DreamXD Length of the work: 511,877 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Drama, Family, Fantasy AU, Friendship, Found Family, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Romance, Royalty AU Type: Fic Series Summary: It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter. It's hard, but it would be a lot easier if he didn't have to worry about George's sudden taste for wandering. Or the two guides that have worked their way into his group, promising them a safer way out of the kingdom. And it would be a whole lot easier if Sapnap wasn't flying solo, doing a job made for two. And then there's the Godling to worry about. Yeah. That's a whole thing. (Summary is for "When The Sunlight Dies", the first story in the series)

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Title: greener grasses Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31163336/chapters/79676620 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Apocynaceae Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity&Karl, Quackity/Eret Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Awesamdude, Ponk, Tommyinnit Length of the work: 569,475 words (unfinished fic) Genre: AU, Crossover, Drama, Horror, Modern AU, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Slow Burn, Time Travel, College AU Type: Fic Summary: Twenty-two years after the Survival Multiplayer event, Quackity has dreams of attending a law program in a walled city out West. Desperate to pay for expenses during his next semester at ManbergU, he accepts a TA position with his former professor. It's Quackity's last chance to get out of Manberg. It's his worst mistake. Features ghosts, time travel, possession, alternate universes, nonconsensual drug use, academic misconduct like you would not believe, an apocalypse, and midterm drama. 

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Title: you don’t know how you got here (you just know you want out) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48603814 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Marrow_and_Bone Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Quackity/Sapnap/Karl Jacobs Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Wilbur Soot, Ranboo, Tubbo, Dream, Sapnap Length of the work: 15,910 words Genre: Angst, AU, Character Study, Drama, Horror, Romance Type: Fic Summary: Like every other severed employee of DSMP Inc, Alex exists as two different people, who share the same body but know nothing about each other. Every morning when he goes to work, Alex becomes Quackity, and until now he’s been content to leave his other life a mystery. But then late one night in a diner parking lot, Alex is confronted by a strange older man with mutton chop sideburns and alcohol on his breath, whom Alex can’t remember having met before but who clearly recognizes him, who calls him “Quackity” and tells him they’ve been lied to. And less than five minutes later, that man is lying dead on the ground.

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Title: this is about a stuffed bird Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36163102/chapters/90146260 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: Bee_4 Relationships: Mumbo Jumbo & Evil Xisuma Characters: Mumbo Jumbo, Evil Xisuma Length of the work: 78,043 words Genre: Action/Adventure, AU, Character Study, Friendship, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic AU, Type: Fic Summary: In which Mumbo crosses several towns, learns some creative methods of self-defense, fights some monsters, sees things no human is meant to have seen, befriends a stranger, steals multiple cars, has inconvenient moral scruples, grows increasingly terrified of his own culpability in the apocalypse, grows a spine, blows up at least one building, accidentally prevents a murder, and attempts to find his best friend in the futile but ever-burning hope the man’s still alive. He has to say, he’s so exhausted and terrified that he thinks he might just be mad? (OR: the one where, after most of humanity turns into a series of terrifying monsters, Mumbo decides he’s going to risk his life on an apocalypse road trip to try to find out if Grian is alive. Things, as you might imagine, devolve from there.)

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The Gift Giver

I think that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I think I'm the luckiest person in the galaxy.  It's not because I live in a big house or because I have a lot of money. No. I'm lucky because I have a job I love more than anything.

I work in my family’s mechanic shop. I know it's not the most glamorous job. But for me I have the best job in the whole galaxy. Besides, this isn't some regular shop.  My family owns a mod shop and we are the number 1 shop on the outer rim race circuit. It was OUR landspeeder that won the Tatooine Grand Prix!

So not only do I get to make all kinds of racing vehicles go as fast as possible but I get to meet all kinds of individuals. It is the way I meet my good friend III. He is a Mandalorian. We met after a trail race. He was looking for someone to fix his grappling hook. I replace the hook’s motor and rewrap the wire in less than two hours. And ever since then III has been my friend. 

There are a few unspoken benefits of having a Mandalorian as a friend. One of them is that he acts like a warning just by hanging around. Which is very helpful when you live in the outer rim. III just hanging around helps keep the riff raff out. I also got to learn about Mandalorian culture. 

The Sleepwalker clan seems really cool. Not that I have anything to compare them to. III told me all about how important music is to the Sleepwalkers. Almost everyone plays an instrument. He immediately bragged about playing the bass.

III told me about the Mandalorian relationship to bounty hunting. Being a bounty hunter is a good job because they move around so much. He specializes in beast hunting. He also told me that only other members of the Sleepwalkers can see you without your helmet. 

It had been a while since I last saw III. Almost a whole month. Normally I see him nearly every two weeks. But, word around the race track says that a red armored Mandalorian has been around so I worry a little less.

It's nice to know that he hasn’t been eaten by some giant creature. However, it's a little odd that I haven't seen him yet. He usually comes into the shop, excited to tell me about his latest adventure. I look forward to those stories. 

I'm out at the market when I get a ping on my comm link. It's from the shop. Probably my IG-15.

“Hello?” 

“Greetings Master, your friend the Mandalorian is here asking for you.”

“I'll be right there!” I say. I hastily pay for my groceries and run back home.

As soon as I walk into the shop I hear III’s laugh. He's probably talking to my brothers or my dad. Once I put away the groceries I head into the workshop. There he is! Standing a head above everyone in his red armor. It looks shinier than usual.

“Just who I wanted to see.” III said when he noticed me.

“Long time no see.” I say, giving him a hug.

“I got a job for you.” he said. 

“Of course you show up when you want something.” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“I only go to the best.” His flattering will get him anywhere. 

“Well then, come into my office.” I say, leading him to my work table.

“I want to know if you can work with this.” He pulls out a bag and empties the contents on my table. 

“What is this? Because it looks like a bunch of junk parts.”

“It's a rocket launching jetpack. Or at least it was.”

I start to move the pieces around into what I think this is supposed to look like. While I'm doing that, III is explaining that the jetpack is a gift for his friend Vessel. His birthday is  coming up soon. 

“That looks about right.” III says, looking over my shoulder.

“This is pretty big for a jetpack.” I comment.

“Ya, I might have overcompensated a little. I wanted to be sure that it could carry two.”

“Two? Vessel has a new friend?” 

“They have sex, so I think they are more than friends.”

“Oh! Well, good for him.” I say awkwardly. 

“Ya. Poor II almost got shot when he accidentally walked in on them.”

“I can probably get this done in a week.” I say  changing the subject.

“Great.”

“Hey IG, can search the shop's inventory for 15 millimeter rockets?”

“Don’t bother.” One of my brothers yells. “We used them already. Remember that landspeeder. We put the rockets on and it exploded.” 

“Oh ya.” I respond, now remembering that experiment.

“The closest place to purchase 15 millimeter rockets is a junk shop on Seeker-5.” IG informs.

“Nice. That's only one system over. 12 hours of travel!” I say, and start looking for my travel bag.

“NO CHILD OF MINE IS GOING TO SEEKER-5!” my dad shouts.

“Come on dad. I can handle it.”

“No. We can wait for a local supplier.” 

“That could take too long.”

III steps forward between me and my dad.

“I'll go with them. Nothing bad will happen with me there.”

“Can you be sure of that?”

“If one hair is out of place. You can have my Beskar armor.”

That was good enough for my dad. With his blessing III and I head off for Seeker-5. 

Normally it would take 12 hours to get to Seeker-5 but with III’s B-Wing we will be there in half the time! I always liked his ship. It is definitely cooler than any other B-Wing, and I'm not just saying that because I have worked on it.

“What do I need to know about Seeker?” III asked when we landed. 

“The only thing I know about Seeker is that it is not a place you want to spend too much time in. We should get the part and get out as fast as possible.”

He nods and we exit the ship. The shop we are looking for is in an outdoor market. The owner is a goat man trying to wave down consumers. He starts to rub his hands together when I look for the rockets. He has 5 of them.

“How much for the 15 millimeter rockets?” I ask.

“15,000 credits for all 5.” 

“3,000 per rocket is insane!”

“That's the price, take or leave it.” the shop owner says with a shrug.

“I only have 3,000.”

“Then you are wasting my time. Buy something or leave!”

The shop owner grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the rockets. The grip is tight and I make a sound of pain. III hears and walks over to intervene. He grabs the shop owner's hand and I think I hear a crunch.

“Hands to yourself.” he growls. “Give us the rockets.”

“OK. OK.  Let me go!”

I grab the rockets and pull III out of the shop with me. I speed walk back toward the ship, drawing him behind me. I'm very stressed now.

“You shouldn't have done that.” I complain.

“He shouldn't have grabbed you.”

“Let’s just get out of here.”

We keep heading to the ship until a blast rings out. I flinch and duck down. III takes out his blaster. He also takes a hit to the shoulder. The blast just bounces his armor.

“GET HIM! I WANT THAT ARMOR!” Is that the shopkeeper yelling?

“Get to the ship!” III yelled.

I run as fast as I can back to the ship. When I look over my shoulder I see that III is slowly being surrounded. I rushed to the ship's gun station.

I don't want to kill anyone but when III gets knocked down I realize I might not have a choice. The first shot hits a produce cart. The second a wall. The third hits one of the thugs who was reaching for III’s helmet.

With one less foe III is able to shoot down the others. He walks toward the shop owner and out of my line of sight. I hear one final blast ring out before I see him again.

III rejoins me on the ship and we take off. My hands are still shaking from the gun fight. I try to calm myself down. It's not until III touches my hand that I realize I'm crying.

“Hey, it’s ok. We are ok.” He said gently.

“They shot you.” I whimper.

“Yes they did. But they hit my Beskar, I didn’t even feel it.”

“Is that why someone was yelling about taking it?”

“Ya, Beskar is hard to come by. However the only way anyone is getting this armor is off my dead body. That includes your dad.”

That last comment makes me laugh. I see his body language relax.

“That was some great shooting back there.” He says.

“Thank you. I'm  glad you're ok. I'm a little sad I didn’t get to finally see your face.”

“You want to see it?”

“Yes! When are you going to show me?”

“You can’t handle seeing my face.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Just the opposite.” He crosses his arms. He can be so cocky sometimes.

“Haven’t I done enough to see your face.”

“When you become a Sleepwaker you can see my face whenever you want.”

“How do I do that?”

“There are a few ways, some easier than others.”

“What’s the easiest way?”

“Being born into the Sleepwalkers.”

“I think I'm over 20 years too late.” I pause. “What’s the hardest way?” I’m not really sure why I even asked. Maybe just curiosity on my part. 

“You would have to get to Mandalore, swim in the Living Waters under the Ancient Forge, find then slay a Mythasaur and present one of its horns to the Elders.”

“I’m not doing that. I'll leave the beast slaying to you.”

“There is a third option.” He says after a pause.

“What’s the third option?”

“We get married.”

“What!?”

“What? If we get married you would be a Sleepwalker and you could see my face whenever you want.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I'm not not asking.”

I really wish I could see his face right now.  I don't know if he is joking. I'm not opposed to marrying him, but he's joking, my ego will never recover. 

“Don’t you think we're a good match?”

I don't get to answer when a message comes on the ship's commlink. A small hologram pops up on the ship’s dashboard. It’s another Mandolarian. He has all black armor and has three red stripes on the helmet. I wish I could pay attention to what the two were saying but I'm still thinking about III’s question.

Soon enough we made it back home. My dad gives me a full check up. It’s really embarrassing. Once he is sure I am still in one piece he shakes III’s hand. In the meantime I take the rockets back to my work desk. I start to put the jetpack together in my mind. I even think about a good spot to place the Sleepwalker symbol. Then I hear a knock just outside my door, it’s III.

“I’ll be back in a week to pick it up, I already paid your dad.”

I get up to hug him goodbye. He then whispers in my ear.

“Will you think about my question?”

I give him a nod. It’s not like I’m going to be able to think about anything else.

[bullet-prooflove]

Rio: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

Terry’s warned you about the car. It’s a fire engine red 1967 Alfa Romero Spider, one that’s seen much better days. Cars like this in good condition cost ten grand, yours is not in good condition.

He understands the emotional connection to the car, your parents had picked it up for you after college as a graduation present. It’s the only tie you have to the both of them now that they’re gone.

When you’d got back to LA and brought it out of storage, Terry had known it was going to be trouble. It was in the stutter of the engine, the dilapidated roar. There’s a Duran Duran tape that’s been stuck in the stereo for over a decade and the passenger side intermittently unlocks. Everytime you climb inside the thing he gets heart palpitations.

When he gets the call in the middle of the night, it scares the hell out of him. You’re crying on the phone, there’s been an accident, you think the car is totalled.

“But are you ok?” He asks you, gripping the phone so tightly the plastic creaks.

“Yea,” You say shakily and he can tell you trying not to cry. “But the car…”

“Alright baby.” He says softly as he snatches up his keys. “I’m on the way.”

There’s already a tow truck on scene, along with the police when he arrives. He sees the red and blue lights flashing and his heart tightens in his chest.

The accident had taken place on a dirt road in El Sereno. You were driving home after dropping off one of the kids from the gallery when a drunk driver had hit your car, almost sending it careening over the edge of the hill. You were lucky it hadn’t been going any faster because that car, it has a soft top, he’s certain you wouldn’t have made it if it had rolled.

You put your thumb out to flag him down and he pulls up as close as he can. You’re a mess. There’s mascara streaked down your cheeks, blood running from your hairline down your features.

“Did you hit your head?” he asks worriedly, his fingers seeking out the source of the bleeding.

“No.” You say as he removes a handkerchief from his coat pocket and presses it to the wound. “It’s from the glass.”

When you glance over your shoulder the Romero is being loaded onto a flatbed. The passenger side where the other car hit you is obliterated, the metal contorted beyond repair. You take one look at it and burst into tears.

That night you’re inconsolable.

The loss of that car…

It’s like you’ve lost your parents all over again.

You cry yourself to asleep, your face buried in Terry’s chest as he holds you close, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

The next day you’re exhausted, banged up and emotionally wrung out. He tries to get you to take a sick day but you refuse because you need to be busy. He makes you take a couple of painkillers before he drops you off at the art gallery where you work.

When he gets to the lot where your car is being held, the damage is worse than he realised.

“You may as well sell it for scrap.” His mechanic tells him as he studies the vehicle. “The repairs will cost more than the car is worth.”

“Money isn’t a problem.” He sighs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you think it can be fixed?”

“It’ll take some time. The crash did a number on it.” The mechanic says as he smooths his hand over the twisted metal. “I can get it done though.”

It’s almost a month later that you wake up and find a silver box with a red ribbon perched upon your nightstand. It’s resting upon the book you’re reading about your namesake Georgia O’Keefe.

When you open it you find a car key inside, one that you recognise. It’s kind of Terry to give you a keepsake, he knows how much that car means to you, the memories that were attached to it.

“Thank you.” You say softly as you linger in the doorway of the kitchen in your robe and hold up the key. “It means a lot that you could give me something to remember the car by.”

“Let’s step outside.” He says quietly, his palm coming to rest on your lower back as he guides you towards the driveway.

You can’t believe what you’re seeing. Sitting there is your car, not ruined or torn apart, but brand new in pristine condition. Your fingertips trail over the bonnet and your throat constricts because you remember the nights you spent with your dad working on the engine, your mother singing along to ‘Rio’ as she revved it at his request.

“He left the tape deck untouched.” Terry tells you, his lips brushing over your temple. “You can sing ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ to your heart’s content.”

It’s that attention to detail that makes you realise just how much this man cares for you. You feel a surge of something inside of you, a rush of love, of gratitude. Terry has no idea of the gift he’d given you, not really.

“Why don’t you go get dressed?” He suggests, tilting his head back towards the house. “Then you can come back out and take her for a spin.”

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[carionto]

Plug and play... just don't forget to check the voltage

The Pirate Admiral (still self appointed title) Big Thrasher had finally done it! He had acquired a piece of overpowered Human technology - a gravitational beam weapon system - for his undefeatable* fleet (very much defeatable with a factual track record of failure. Twice.). (he got it off a space yard sale)

They had mounted it on his prized flagship - Thrashinator!!! (exclamations points are indeed part of the name) - and with the boost of confidence boosted towards the nearest trade depot, leaving the rest of his fleet scrambling to catch up.

"Surrender all your precious valuables, scruffs! Big Thrasher is taking ownership of everything in my sight!! Refuse, and I'll let this H U M A N made gravity gun do the rest of the talking!!! Humha mha mha mhaa mmmhaaaa!!!!"

A few quiet moments later, someone from a docked trade vessel hailed the Thrashinator!!!. It was a strange looking ship, it had what looked like wheels and a... exhaust pipe and air intake grill? What mattered more was the person on the other end was a Human, speaking in what the translator indicated was a forced accent.

"Howdy 'dere, pardner. I hear ye be threatenin' this 'ere fine establishment wit' somthin' ya took from ma' folk. Ya kno' wat I say to dat? Do it, pal. I bet yer countin' yer chickns' 'fore they hatch'd."

Having a Human talk to him in a veiled threatening way caused some discomfort and apprehension in Big Thrasher, but he told himself - No! Don't be scared by their taunts. Humans have only ever been lucky. You are undefeatable in a fair fight! And now it will be a fair fight! YES!!

FIRE THE GRAVITY GUN!!!

The Thrashinator!!! began to hum with power, the gravitational beam weapon system was charging up, the strain of unfettered engineering colliding with the reliability of countless eons of proven designs used throughout the Galaxy. Then, when the Thrashinator!!! was noticeably beginning to vibrate from the raw force exuded by the hastily attached piece of foreign machinery plugged into their native power generators, Big Thrasher looked at the dials.

2% charged.

Before he could process what the number meant, there was a ship-wide blackout, followed by the backup generators meekly kicking in. However, due to the built-in redundancies of Human weapons always wanting to be available, those too got fried as their collective battery power added a whole 0.3% to the charge.

Human weapons, all systems really, are power hungry. Not to say they are inefficient, far from it, it's just that fundamental design principles differ when you do, in fact, have access to infinite and fast energy in the form of miniature stars.

Anyway, the rest of Big Thrasher's fleet soon caught up and, using recently observed Human tactics, attached several hyper-drives to the Thrashinator!!! and jumped to a safe haven.

The space trucker Jenny "Way Jane" Klara, who taunted Big Thrasher, had a few weeks of extranet fame from her posting the "confrontation" and subsequent posts such as "LOL, Aliens forget to check the voltage, EPIC FAIL!" on social media. She quickly got bored though and went back to being the massive gear-head she is and talking in almost pure technical terms, inspiring a small following to get into hyper-modifying their vessels into other similar "retro" style vehicles.

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧taglist✧: @nxzz-skz   @nshmrarki @wntersm

✧CHAPTER 4✧

Babe walked out of school silently. With the boys having to stay behind for basket ball practice, she had plenty of time to make it home before they ever catch sight of her. 

Home.

The one place she can finally find peace. Now she's moved out of the toxic household of her family, without the need to visit those judgemental relatives that don't even know her, she finally found herself at somewhat peace.

Once she arrived home, she made sure to lock her garage and lock the doors of her home, sighing in relief. However, she knew there's no way she'll be at peace even in the four safe walls of her own home... the paranoia was eating her insides.

Not even a nice cold shower or warm bath with a side of red or white wine could calm her nerves, though she was still feeling icky as she had just gone to school.

After weighing the odds of one of the boys appearing in the shower with a knife in hand to stab her, she finally decided it was safe to take a shower, with some loud music playing in the background. 

7 songs had passed as she finally stepped out of the long shower, drying herself as she wore some comfortable attire. She rushed downstairs, feeling that she's be more at peace there.

With her Spotify playlist blasting in the back, and a pencil at hand, she sat at a rather messy desk, dried acrylic paint strides decorating the surface as many other art pieces surrounded the room. 

Only that corner of  the room was such a mess, and she wouldn't even try to clean it up as it will be worthless if she starts painting again. For a second, she forgot those boys even existed. 

For a second.  

She received a text from an unknown number, as she clicked on it her blood ran cold...

Unknown number: 

Aw you didn't wait for us?

Babe.

Babe answer me right now.

For every minute I have to wait on your text, will be the amount of time you will experience hell...

Babe read the texts, wondering what to text, but it's not like she had all the time in the world to come up with a response... She had totally forgotten that she had given Sunghoon her number.

Babe: 

Sorry I kinda forgot

Uhm this is Sunghoon right?

Unknown:

Sunghoon??? you gave Sunghoon your number? 

Babe: 

Well yeah he did ask for it

if this isn't Sunghoon than who is this?

Unknown:

Riki. I copied your number

Your pin number is so basic babygirl

Anyways. you took 17 minutes to respond... but you can make it up to us if you get to our home on time. 

Riki sent her the address as Babe hastily slipped on her high heels, running over to the building, not wanting the boys to take note of any of her vehicles.

Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell. As if he was waiting there for her, Riki answered the door almost immediately.

His bare face handsome as ever, those pretty chocolate moles now visible, his dark eyes, held a spine-chilling psychotic look, while looking rather alluring, and those perfect plush lips. So perfect... so kissable...

He was so handsome, his hair wet, the white shirt fit him perfectly, and the way he towered over her...

But that was all overlooked... that psychotic look in his eyes, that deadly smirk plastered on his lips, the way he snaked his around her waist... one'd think he was a loving boyfriend up to some mischief.

"You're early... I was kinda hoping you'd arrive a little late.... you see im feeling bored darling" Riki added pulling her inside as he shut the door.

Babe sat on the couch, silently as she observed her surroundings. So elegant... the place looked rather classy. "It's just you and me tonight... the boys are busy working" Riki randomly said as he noticed how the girl nervously picked at the hem of her skirt.

"You're lucky I don't feel like cleaning up blood today... you're off the hook." Riki said as the girl looked up at him in shock. Only then did she notice how he was seemingly hot, the sound of his sniffles and coughs were heard as he gulped a spoonful of medicine, the disgust evident on his face.

The male simply dragged her up the stairs to his room, and pushed onto his bed, triggering her instantly, but she froze when he simply rested his head upon her belly, snuggling her as his arms wrapped around her figure.

His eyes were already closed as he babbled nonsense. Confused, Babe got up a little, balancing the weight of her upper body on her elbows. The psycho looked so peaceful, his body was really warm. Hesitant, she lied back down, running a hand through his slightly wet hair.

She reached for a towel, softly trying to dry his hair, trying not to wake him up. A few minutes passed as she heard the familiar voices  of the other boys, filling the building.

Sunoo froze by the doorway as he noticed Babe trapped in Riki's embrace "Jungwon Riki caught us a deer." Sunoo called out to Won as Heeseung frowned "But I'm right here-" Hee said as he walked over to Sunoo.

"Not you idiot- her-" Jungwon pointed at Babe who blinked. "Leave her for now... Riki's sick if you yank her away from him he might just leave another scar on your back." Jungwon as Sunoo rolled his eyes 

And the deer fell right into the deadly trap, now stuck underneath the demon himself...

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[missmilkie]

My Hero Academia Bf Scenarios

How You Meet

Ngl I pulled a lot of this out my ass. It’s super random, but the best I could do. Also I’m sorry if something is wrong, I don’t know much about anything. Definitely not proofread.

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Izuku Midoriya

You couldn’t believe that the Deku was commissioning you for costume upgrades. It was so unreal as you sat in the car that he had arranged to pick you up. When he offered, you had originally declined, but he insisted. No one can argue with the number one hero.

As you fought the nervousness from your face, the car rolled up to the tall building that everyone in Japan could name. The hero himself was right there, and he opened the car door for you. You took his hand that he offered you, and climbed out of the vehicle.

“Thank you for coming, (L/n)-san.” His grin was wide.

“Thank you for offering me this job. It’s an honor to work with you.” You had mentally rehearsed this the entire car ride there.

“Considering your credibility, I’m lucky to have found someone with your skills.” Deku opened the door to the building for you as well. “Your work is incredible.”

While you’d made quite the name for yourself amongst support companies, you didn’t think that talk would reach the number one hero.

“Thank you, I love what I do.”

“I’m glad you’re passionate about your work. That’s something we have in common.” You could’ve sworn he winked at you.

He made polite small talk as you rode the elevator up to his office on the top floor. Keeping cool the entire time was a struggle, but you miraculously accomplished it.

“Alright, I have a list of things that I need upgraded and added on. I’m not sure how to accomplish that, so I’ll leave the details to you.”

For the rest of the day, you went over his list, discussing his requests. It was going to be a tough job, but that was to be expected of the top hero. You couldn’t wait to start on it.

Katsuki Bakugo

Becoming a sidekick for Dynamight was huge for you. To get into one of the top hero agencies straight out of high school was almost unheard of. It was satisfying to have your talent recognized, but you still had bigger plans.

It was orientation day at the Dynamight Agency. All of the new sidekicks would be shown around and have the rules and requirements explained to them. You would most likely zone out through the entirety of it.

After arriving at the agency bright and early, you changed into your costume in the locker room. The older sidekicks gossiped amongst themselves and gave you looks. You brushed off the latter, writing it off as jealousy.

The orientation was given by one of Dynamight’s top sidekicks. You were a bit bummed that the hero himself wasn’t there, but you knew he wasn’t formality oriented. As the number two hero, he was also extremely busy, so he probably didn’t have the time for it either.

You followed the group, only half listening. It sounded like pretty general stuff, so you figured you weren’t missing anything important. You took the opportunity to look around the agency. The decor was simple, but fierce, no doubt not picked out by Dynamight himself. He most likely hired an interior designer and then approved the decor.

Every inch of the place was clean. Which was kind of surprising as he was always so wild on tv. A man’s got to have standards though. The secretaries were all quiet and doing their jobs at their desks. They were probably too scared to make a ruckus in the Dynamight’s agency. Being on the receiving end of one of his anger must be terrifying for weaker individuals.

After orientation and the tour, the new sidekicks were given assignments. Most were put on patrol with veteran sidekicks. A small group was left behind. Confused as to why you and the small group were kept behind, you huffed and crossed your arms.

“Listen up, newbies, I’m only gonna say this once!” You whipped around at the familiar voice. Dynamight. “You’re the top candidates that I personally selected from all of the new sidekicks. As such, you get to patrol with me today.”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat picked up. He picked you as one of his top new sidekicks. You were effectively fired up.

“Let’s get out there and kick some ass now!” He ordered, spurring the group to action.

The patrol route was loaded with all sorts of criminals. It made sense that Dynamight would choose the most dangerous patrol as the number two hero. It was a race to beat each villain. Dynamight held back for no one. A few were able to show their stuff and gain the attention of the number two hero. You took the opportunity as soon as it presented itself to you.

You lunged at the same time as Dynamight, but teleported behind the criminal to deliver a blow that made them lose consciousness. As time went on, you began beating your fellow sidekicks by taking down the second highest number of villains under Dynamight.

In the locker room, you were getting looks again. This time they were accompanied by whispers. “Did you see how many villains she took down?” “What a show off.” “She looks so fucking dumb.” “She’s not even that pretty.”

You had no idea what looks had to do with heroics, but you knew you weren’t lacking there. Haters were going to hate. They just wanted to be you.

Clad in civilian clothes, you exited the locker room and went down the hall. Your AirPods played music in one ear to block out the annoying people.

“(H/n), please report to Dynamight’s office.” A voice called out over the intercom. You sighed, hoping there wouldn’t be trouble.

“(H/n), here.” You announced as you stepped into the warm office.

“You did well during patrol today. I didn’t think any of you would actually be able to keep up with me.” A smile flashed on his face before it became harsh again. “You still have a lot to learn though! You’ll be training with the top sidekicks. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll train with you.”

“Thank you, sir. See you on the training field.” You smirked at him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m not.”

Shoto Todoroki

Being a famous singer was a lot of fun. You got to do something you loved and get paid a ton for it. You could afford all the clothes, shoes, and makeup you could ever want.

Being famous also had its downsides. You couldn’t go out in public without fans bombarding you and acting crazy. You traveled with bodyguards to keep yourself safe. Even with the added security, there were still risks.

Still you did your best to do good and make the most of your platform. You were going to perform at a charity event that several of the top heroes would be attending. Fans went crazy on the internet, discussing what songs you might perform and anticipating a stylish outfit.

You straightened your dress as your limo pulled up to the venue. With a final look at your makeup, your door swung open. Cameras flashed from nearly every direction. Somewhat accustomed to the light, you ignored them. You stepped out of the car and smiled. Making sure to let as many cameras get a good angle on you, you strutted down a carpet.

The inside of the building was decked out with elegant decor and smelled expensive. The host welcomed you with a bow. You bowed back before continuing into the building. You would have some time to mingle before the event officially started. A fellow artist of yours was going to be here, so you went looking for her.

“(N/n)!!” A familiar voice called out. (B/f), your friend.

“(B/f), I was looking for you.” You hugged the other singer.

“Your dress is so gorgeous. Look at your body in it, goddamn!”

“Yours too, the color is great on you.”

You sat at a table with her and chatted until the host welcomed everyone to the event. You were then called to the stage to sing. Taking the mic in your hand, you sent a smile (B/f)’s way.

The music started up slowly. This song was sultry, so you took your time and let it flow. Every run and scoop floated across the air. You didn’t need autotune to sound this good.

When the song was over, everyone in attendance clapped. Reporters kept taking pictures and covered the event on tv. You had just met back up with (B/f) when everyone was dismissed to dance, eat, and drink.

You stayed seated for the first few songs, drinking a cocktail. (B/f) chatted your ear off about perfumes. You were wanting to try some new ones in your scent family. Of course you’d always have your signature scent to come back to. It’s the only one you’ve bought multiple times.

The two of you hit the floor, dancing with each other. While the dances were more classy, they were simple and kind of fun. (B/f) was a boy/girl magnet, so she was asked to dance. This left you alone on the floor.

While contemplating sitting back down, you felt someone get pushed into your shoulder. You looked up to see the number three hero, Shoto.

“Apologies, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He rumbled out in his low voice.

“It’s alright, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Would you take a dance for reparations?”

“I would.” You felt a smile bloom across your face.

Shoto led you very well, he was firm but gentle. You felt the different temperatures of his hands through your dress. You continued to talk, joking around by the second song. The two of you ended up dancing to several songs. Usually people switched partners, but you kept talking.

Only when (B/f) found you after a while were you pulled away from your new friend. She teased you relentlessly about the whole thing. You hadn’t left without giving him your number though.

Eijiro Kirishima

Cities were full of crime, so they had to be full of heroes. It wasn’t uncommon for you to come into contact with heroes from other agencies. You often weren’t familiar with those you encountered as they were your run of the mill heroes. Not everyone could be famous.

The cries of innocent citizens alerted you to danger nearby. Focusing heat to the soles of your feet, you shot off in the direction of the screams. In such close quarters you had to keep your flames compact. Rounding the corner, you took in your situation. Three opponents, all armed. Two civilians in immediate danger.

“Either you let those two go and just go to jail,” you smirked sickly. “Or you go to jail all beat up.”

One pointed a gun at you and took a shot. Summoning intense heat to your palm, you launched a fireball at the bullet. It was so hot that the bullet immediately melted on impact.

“You wanna pick again?”

Another used their quirk to grab at you. Tendrils whipped through the air. Flames extended from both hands this time, slicing through them. Sizzling tendrils dropped to the pavement.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves…” you extended your flames to rope around the three criminals, careful not to actually touch them. “Drop your weapons.”

Moments later, the cops came and handled them. The sound of incoming steps made you turn around. A broad muscled hero with cherry red hair stood grinning at you.

“Way to go! You beat me to it.” He chirped.

“Thanks, Red Riot.”

“And you are?”

“(H/n).” You stated with confidence.

“I’ll remember that.”

“See you around.”

Denki Kaminari

“Chargebolt!!”

“Chargebolt, a few words please!”

The press conference was packed with reporters like you. Chargebolt was a sociable hero who was more friendly to the paparazzi. Heroes like Dynamight and Shinso didn’t tolerate them well.

“Chargebolt, is it true that you hooked up with your ex, Earphone Jacks?”

“What really happened during the Kyoto Raid?”

Questions of all kinds bombarded the blond hero. Depending on what type of magazine or newspaper there were questions either about the hottest lip gloss in his opinion or about a past mission. You waited to be heard. That was how you used your quirk. By asking a direct question the person must answer you truthfully. This only works if they can hear and understand you.

“What can you tell us about future hero agency team ups?” You spoke clearly with a curious edge.

“Team Earphonebolt has been disbanded for the time being. I’m currently trying to get Dynamight and Red Riot to form a team with my agency.” The way he answered was as bubbly as he usually was. No one noticed anything off about it.

“And is the disbandment in relation to your break up with Earphone Jacks?” Another reporter asks.

“No. Not at all.” His smile had dropped for a moment.

“Why haven’t you been able to team up with Dynamight and Red Riot?”

“Dynamight keeps saying no because he thinks it’s stupid.”

You took some notes on questions that other journalists asked. You didn’t think you’d have the chance to speak to him again. You thought wrong.

“Hey, you who asked me about the team ups!” You heard him call as you were preparing to leave for the office.

“Can I help you, Chargebolt?”

“I just wanted to ask about the weird feeling I got when I answered your question.” The blond admitted sheepishly.

“People say I have an effect.” You let a smirk grace your lips.

“That was more than just an effect. I felt compelled to tell the whole truth.”

“You got me. It’s my quirk. It makes it so people answer me honestly.” You explained with a shrug.

“You’d make a great interrogator.”

“I’m not super into criminal justice.”

Chargebolt chuckled. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” The stun gun hero flashed you a smirk.

Tenya Iida

You didn’t think you would actually land a job as Ingenium’s personal secretary. Yeah, you applied and did the interview to the best of your ability, but you didn’t think you’d get picked. There had to be someone better than you. Apparently not.

The hiring officer led you to your desk. It was clean, very modern and professional looking. It was big enough to hold three laptops and several stacks of papers. You figured you’d be busy enough to utilize the space.

“Ingenium will be out to meet you soon.” You nodded and the hiring officer walked away.

You took a seat in the plush office chair. The levers to adjust it were easy to find, so you fiddled with them for a good minute. Your shirt slid off your shoulder and revealed part of your bra. It was no big deal because you thought no one would see.

“You must be my new secretary.” You jolted at your boss’s voice, scrambling to stand up and look put together.

“Yes! (Y/n) (L/n). So grateful for the opportunity to work for you.” You bowed deeply.

“I’m glad you could come in at such short notice. My old secretary got married and had to move away. I’ve tried to deal as best I can on my own, but it’s been too much to keep up with.” His voice turned softer when he admitted this. You relaxed a bit.

“Then I’ll get to work right away.” You flashed a sweet smile his way.

Hanta Sero

When your agent told you that the company you were doing a shoot with was collaborating with some pro heroes, you got excited. As a celebrity, you often attended high class events that had pro heroes there. It was always nice to meet new ones.

Your driver stopped in front of the location.

“Be back here in three hours, please.” You instructed before walking away.

You had done a photoshoot with this company before, it was a designer brand. The shoot was for a new perfume and cologne line. You hoped it would smell good, you’d be taking some home with you. If you didn’t like it, one of your friends might.

“(L/n)! Here’s the outfit choices.”

The employee held up two outfits. One was a black silk dress with cutouts on the side and spaghetti straps. The other was a teal strapless bodycon.

“That one.” You pointed to your choice. It was immediately handed to you and you were ushered to the changing room.

In about two minutes you got undressed and into your dress. You came out to pick a pair of heels. While trying some heels in, you lost your balance. Almost as quick as your fall, someone stopped your motion.

“Careful there, chula.” You looked up to see the pro hero Cellophane in a suit that matched your dress. He was so hot in person!

“Sorry! I should’ve sat down for this.” You took a seat on a bench and put the shoe on with ease.

“There we go, all dolled up for the camera.”

“(L/n), it’s time for makeup.!”

“Ah, thank you for catching me.” You bowed slightly.

“No problem.” He smiled wide and it was so sexy.

They did your hair while they did your makeup. The style was elegant and complimented your face shape. Your makeup was dewy and natural. You looked expensive.

“Alright, Sero and (L/n), come over here.” The photographer called out once the both of you were ready.

You took pictures in several different poses together. You were always touching each other in some intimate way. Luckily you kept your composure the entire time.

After everything was undone you turned to leave, your driver was right outside.

“(L/n)!” It was Sero calling out to you.

“Yes?” You turned around.

“I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” His nerves weren’t evident in his voice, but you could see it in his eyes.

“Yeah, give me your phone.”

Sero opened his phone to the contacts app and handed it to you. You put your number in and pressed on the name part.

“What did you call me earlier? It was something in Spanish?” You looked up to him making mesmerizing eye contact.

“Chula.”

Your contact name was Chula <3.

Hitoshi Shinso

Working the graveyard shift at a hero agency wasn’t all bad. It was quiet, no one really bothered you. Things rarely happened, so a lot of what you did was organize and check on medicines. When you got patients. You skillfully dealt with them.

It was another boring night at the agency. Lights were dim and barely anyone was walking around. It was quiet with the sounds of the ac. You had done all you could for the night, so you sat on your phone to keep yourself awake. When the door to your office opened, you jolted.

“I just need a few things.” He wasn’t a hero you could immediately recognize. His voice was low and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The guy’s left arm was bleeding profusely and soaking his ripped sleeve.

“No, let me help you. It’s literally my job.” You stood up and guided him to a bed. He took a seat while you gathered supplies.

Beginning to treat him you asked, “So who are you?”

“Shinso. I’m more of an underground hero.” He answered monotonously.

“Not big on attention? Me neither.”

“Is that why you work the graveyard shift?” The two of you made eye contact.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Who are you? Are you a nurse or medical hero?”

“Med hero. The name’s (H/n).” You finished up patching him. “There you go. Go easy on that arm these next couple of days.”

“If I don’t follow your advice, will you get mad?” Shinso cracked a teasing smile.

“Nah, I’d just force you to stay in the office with me.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad punishment.”