#meanwhile all she does on her 2 days off is talk on the phone watch tv and fucking cook and leave the dishes for me to do

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

DIE YOUNG

summary : batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

part 2 of die young

in another universe

Dick sit's down and eyes his family with a warm smile as he looks at his siblings with a loving look - they've all came so far and they all deserved this moment of blissful peace . He observes Tim and Damian engrossed in some random videogame , duke was painting steph's nails while she shows him random memes on her phone while jason and cass are talking about the latest anime they watched .

Everyone is happy , including himself because he's back home , surrounded with the people he holds so dear to his heart. Alfred approaches him with a fresh pan of brownies . Dick quickly snatches three portions and flash Alfred a smile , " Thanks Alfie !!" he exclaims . Alfred nods and rest the pan on a nearby table . " Hey Alfred when is Bruce coming back ?" Jason randomly asks . Alfred glances at his watch , " In approximatly one hour Master " . Jason groans. " That's so longggg besides why is he always disappearing off these days ?"

Alfred takes a moment to compose himself - he desperately tries to swallow the underlying pain he feels bubbling inside before he answers , " He always has board meetings around this time Master " , his tone wavering in the slightest yet unnoticeable. Jason rolls his eyes - annoyed but understanding and was about to retort but gets distracted when Cass shows him something on her phone.

Alfred excuses himself and makes a beeline escape to the outside patio . In the quiet stillness of the manor , when the eloquent halls are empty , when the kids are enveloped in their own innocent warmth , Alfred takes his time to shed a silent lone tear as he grieves . God knows , knows that every night when his worn palms are intertwined as he mutters a silent pray - that he's praying that your soul is safe and happy wherever it is - that your watching over him and this family with your silly smile and wrapping them in your soft , delicate hugs as you shield them away from the evil that tore you apart from them.

Meanwhile Bruce sits in his office chair - the room dark and quiet save for the occasional hum of the AC . His workers long since left hours ago , his work long finished and laid discarded on his desk . Bruce was a man that planned for everything , whether he was doing business or simply being Batman , he had plans and preparations for everything but parenting - he swears no matter what he does he can never ever fully plan .

He never planned on adopting Tim , Jason , Dick and Cass , never planned on being Steph or Duke guardians or hell never plans on having his son, Damian. None of it mattered because he would never ever regret having them in his life . He has read so many parenting books over his years , learning how to carter to each one of them but none of them prepared him to bury a child.

There is no feeling in this world that comes as gut retching , as tragic , as painful as the feeling of a parent burring their child . The memory is fresh in his head - the view of your small body - mangled beyond recognition - save for the pretty pink princess dress he dressed you in to go to preschool - your own blood covered you - like a blanket - a last ditch attempt to protect you from the harshness of the world .

Your once glowing big eyes that always looked at him with excitement now stare at him with a dull , blank look . He remembers cradling your small frame into his chest as the world around him crumble apart , as it slips through like sand slipping away to the ocean whenever the tides crash onto the shore . He remembers crying when he felt the bullet holes in your chest against his own. He holds your cold body close , cradling your head into his neck like he always do when he tucks you in to sleep . He lips memorized the way it kept muttering " it's okay baby daddy's got you , it's okay " .

He held your body until the police arrived and had to confiscate it . For the first and last time - Bruce lashed out at them - where were they when the school called in an active school shooter - where were they ? What was more important than saving his daughter's life ? He remembers screaming at them and Alfred having to hold him back . Alfred had to make the difficult decision to shove Bruce into the car to stop him from attacking the officers even though he himself wanted to confront them.

That night the manor for the first time was silent - Alfred was opening his fifth bottle of whisky in his room as he drowns himself in his own misery - he misses his grandbaby so much - he knows you hate seeing grandpa so sad and miserable - would always climb up on his bed and offer him your plushie as you gave him a big old kiss but you aren't here to do that anymore so he downs another after another.

Bruce sat on the floor of your room that night , the pastel walls filled with polaroid pictures of all three of you , his eye caught one - you were sitting on his shoulders , you wore a wide grin on your face , arms outstretched as you held a cone of ice cream he got you . He looked so happy there , hair tousled from your antics but he wore a smile . That day you were offering him your ice cream because you claimed " ice cream is the bestest thing in the entire world !".

He sobbed into his hands - why - why must the world be so cruel to him ? Why must the world take away his parents ? Why must the world take you away ? Does he not deserve happiness ? Does he not deserve to have hope ? Why must only he suffer ? Why out of all the children in that preschool the shooter chose to shot you ?

Was it because you were a small kind thing and had pushed your classmate out of harms way and took that hit ? Was it because you were too caring for your own good so you cradled your classmate's crying form into yours while you bled out ? Was it because you were you ? Did anyone ever thought in that moment to help you when the shooter yanked you away from your classmate and began to beat your small frame with his gun ? Did no one stop him from mangling your form ?

Did anyone care to step in before he shot you in your stomach a few times and left your body to be ensnared by death's cold fangs? Did anyone care to listen to your last words ? Did anyone catch the way you softly whimpered papa and grandpa - too scared , confused , too engulfed in pain to understand what was happening - just a small child searching for her family because that's all you knew ?

He curses that blasted teacher everyday - how could she let a child face that ? How could she huddle the other kids closer to her - leaving you to face that monster alone ? He wants to grab her and brutally rip the life out of her lungs - he doesn't care that she was pregnant and stressed and was doing 'her best' - what makes her unborn child and those other children more important than you ?

Another anguished sob leaves him and he remains there , crying his eyes out til the dawn breaks upon the world again. He hated that moment the most - of course that morning the sky had to shower upon them all a strong storm - strong winds that destroyed rickety rooves - practically plucking them from their houses like it was nothing . Strong , heavy rains that flooded the earth , a desperate rebuttal to wash away the scum of the world.

Alfred and Bruce stood together side by side as they watch a small casket descend into the depths of the earth . The priest practically choked on his tears during his prayer - Bruce feels himself going numb all over again - just life when his parents left him - he feels himself succumbing to the darkness and emptiness that reside inside him.

He shovels dirt onto your grave , each movement engraves a knife deeper in his chest - further solidifying the fact that you were gone and never ever coming back . He will never get back the sound of your cute giggles , never receive your colorful doodles of Alfred and himself , never get the opportunity to carry you on his shoulders , never get to experience you going to high school , you getting to experience you bring home your first boyfriend , the feeling of being overbearing and overprotective of his little girl going out with some guy , never get to experience watching you graduate high school , never get to experience you going to university and hear you complain about how annoying your professor is , never get to experience being happy and celebrating you getting your dream job and he would never ever get to experience watching you get married to the love of your life .

He would never get to experience any of this because you were never coming back home to Alfred or him . Bruce pulls up to the drive way of his home . His hand falls to his side as he watches out of the window and glances at the shrubbery. He misses you so much - he wonders all the time if you would love your adopted siblings - if you'd doodle all of them with your scented crayons and hang them up on the fridge , he wonders if you'd love petting Titus with Damian , if you'd play tea party with the girls , if you'd chase Jason down the halls with Tim and Dick because he stole your plushy -

He wonders if you'd love them , wonders if your watching over them - if you are proud that after you died he became the Bat ? Wonders if you would be proud that Alfred stopped drinking for you because he didn't want his little girl to be sad . He exits his car , his hands clutches the stuffed white bear in his hand and the other holds the bouquet of tulips and sunflowers.

He takes the long walk to the family cemetery , recalls all the funny conversations you both had - like how you thought the sun followed you in the car - maybe it did because whenever he was with you things were brighter . Even now , as he stands in front of your grave , the sun set behind you like a golden crown , its soft orange and pink hues , your favorite colors , paint the sky . Bruce sits near your grave and begins to talk to you ,

" Hey sweet girl how are you ? ......Daddy and Grandpa misses you alot sweet girl ...we miss you alot .....did you know grandpa made your favorite brownies today ? He made your own pan because he knows you loved them ....Daddy brought you a new stuffie and your favorite flowers ? You can name him whatever you want sweet girl .....I see grandpa left you a princess crown - I bet you love the pink glitters don't you sweet girl ? Daddy knows your still the prettiest princess no matter where you are . I miss you so much sweet girl - I wish you were here hunny - wish I could get more of your warm hugs - Wish you were still here with me - with us "

Everything goes silent for a long time , Bruce stays , embracing your comfort . Bruce watches as the sun full set behind the distant trees , the world now engulfed in darkness . He gets up , wiping away the lone stray tears on his face as he prepares to face his family.

He gathers himself and looks at your grave one last time , " Daddy loves you sweet girl stay safe for me okay ?" and with that Bruce leaves , heart heavy and longing .

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Hidden in Plain Sight (3) - Dave Lizewski

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 1 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 2 ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: When Y/S/N saves Kick-Ass from a dangerous situation, he becomes obsessed with trying to uncover her true identity. Little does he know, Y/S/N is a girl from his school who secretly has a crush on him as well. As they patrol together, their worlds collide in ways neither expected, leading to a surprising revelation about who's really behind the mask.

Y/S/N - Your superhero name

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Y/N strolled through the neighborhood, her mind buzzing with ways to tease Dave. She was endlessly entertained by how adorably flustered he got under that mask—especially when she pushed the limits, gushing over him like he wasn’t the same guy beside her, trying desperately to stay composed. She knew he tried to be respectful, but she often caught him sneaking glances at her chest, and every time she called him out on it, he’d blush furiously under the mask.

Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled back to reality by a quiet cough from behind. Turning, she saw Kick-Ass himself standing there, adjusting his mask nervously.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to show up,” she teased.

“I–uh, sorry I’m late,” he replied, still slightly out of breath.

She smirked, nudging him lightly as they began walking. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I just wanted to tell you all about Dave. I finally talked to him yesterday, and it went so well! I asked him to tutor me in calc, and he said yes. Now we’re going to spend all this time together.” She glanced at him, watching his hands start to fidget as she kept going. “I’m just worried, you know? I’ll be trying to learn, but I don’t think I can focus when he’s around. God, he’s so hot. And those hands…” She trailed off dreamily. “I always wonder what they’d feel like on my—”

Suddenly, Kick-Ass stumbled over his own feet, nearly tripping into the street. Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from laughing out loud, but she couldn’t stop herself entirely.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I know I’m rambling. What about you? Got anything spicy going on in your love life?”

Kick-Ass cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “Uh, yeah. It’s, um… good.”

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, you have to give me more than that! I’m basically pouring my heart out here, and I get ‘yeah, it’s good’? Spill!”

“Okay, okay, fine,” he relented, clearly trying to think of a way to answer without giving too much away. “There’s this girl, and she’s—”

CRASH.

Oh thank god, Dave thought.

A loud noise cut him off, followed by shouting around the corner. Instinctively, he snapped to attention. “I’ll tell you later,” he said, as the two of them took off, sprinting towards the sound to see how they could help.

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The next day, both Dave and Y/N stepped up their game a bit. Dave put extra effort into picking a shirt that didn’t smell like his closet floor, even making sure his hair didn’t look like he’d just rolled out of bed. Meanwhile, Y/N chose a lower-cut shirt and wore that perfume she knew drove him crazy, adding just a hint more makeup for that extra polished look.

As calculus neared, Dave practically power-walked to the classroom, heart pounding, and took his seat, eyes glued to the door. When Y/N entered, she caught his gaze, offering a warm smile and a wave.

“Hey, Dave,” she greeted, walking up to his desk. “Are you still free to tutor me after school?”

“Of course!” he replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but she just smiled, and he watched as she headed to her seat.

For the rest of the day, Dave’s mind was nowhere near his classes. The only thing that seemed to register in his brain was the thought of his upcoming study session with Y/N.

When the final bell rang, Dave wasted no time heading to the library. Halfway there, his phone buzzed with a text:

Y/N: At the table near the back of the library :)

He found her easily, smiling as she waved him over. “Hey, Y/N. Are you ready to start?” he asked, taking the seat beside her.

“Yup! I was hoping we could go over the first unit,” she replied. “I think missing that might be why everything else isn’t making sense.”

“Sure, let’s start there,” he said, pulling out his textbook. He walked her through some basic concepts, then pulled out a sheet of paper to work through a few examples. As he began writing, Y/N scooted her chair closer to get a better view, leaning in, and he felt his mind go blank for a second.

“Uh, so, um,” he stuttered, nearly forgetting what he was supposed to be teaching.

With every example, Y/N seemed to get closer, her shoulder brushing his every so often, her perfume making it impossible for him to concentrate. By the end of the session, Dave was practically melting, trying to keep his focus.

“Thanks so much,” Y/N said as they stood up, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “You’re a great teacher, Dave.”

He barely managed to stammer out a reply, feeling like he’d floated to another dimension. As they walked toward the library doors, she mentioned she was planning to walk home.

Dave felt a surge of courage. “I could, um, walk you home if you want?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

The walk was relaxed, conversation flowing easily. They talked about comics, giving each other recommendations, Dave told stupid stories about Todd and Marty, Y/N talked about a party she went to, and just learned more about each other. Every minute of it felt more natural than anything he’d experienced, like the superhero masks weren’t necessary anymore.

When they finally reached her house, Y/N turned to him, eyes warm. “Thanks for walking me home, Dave. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He nodded, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely. See you.”

As he walked back to his own house, he couldn’t stop smiling, mind whirling with every little moment he’d just spent with her.

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Between superhero patrols and calculus tutoring, Y/N and Dave had been seeing a lot of each other lately. They texted all the time, and Dave had been noticing her texts popping up at any time of day, which made him grin even at the simplest “Hey, what’s up?”

Saturday afternoon brought him a new message:

Y/N: Dave, pleeease save me! I’m so boooored. :( Dave: I’m about to walk to Atomic Comics to meet Todd and Marty. Wanna hang out with us? Y/N: YES, THANK YOU. Dave: I’ll stop by your place on my way.

He set off for her place, nerves jangling. As she joined him on the walk to the store, he tried to keep his cool but couldn’t stop himself from blurting, “Just a heads-up: my friends are, uh… really weird.”

She laughed, nudging his arm. “They can’t be that weird. I bet they’re just like you—maybe a little shy.”

Dave only chuckled in response, inwardly wincing at how little she knew about Todd and Marty’s lack of social skills.

They slid into a booth across from Todd and Marty, who were already seated. As Dave introduced Y/N, both of his friends seemed frozen, eyes wide, staring at her like she was from another planet. Five silent, awkward seconds passed.

“Guys… Really?” Dave whispered, giving them each a nudge under the table. “Don’t act so… I don’t know… weird?”

That seemed to do the trick. Todd cleared his throat and muttered a barely audible “Hi,” while Marty attempted a smile and a wave.

Y/N just smiled back, unphased, and Dave jumped into conversation about a new Spider-Man x Wolverine crossover he’d been obsessed with lately. As he pulled the comic out from his bag, Y/N scooted closer to look, her shoulder pressing against his. Dave tried to keep his focus on the comic’s cover, but it was hard with her so close, leaning over to see. He felt his face flush and prayed that Todd and Marty wouldn’t say anything embarrassing.

From across the table, they exchanged looks, clearly unable to believe that Dave was sitting that close to Y/N.

Eventually, Dave got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Y/N with his friends. She looked across at them with a smile. “So, guys, I’ve gotta know—what are the best comics here? I’m kind of new to this whole thing.”

The question seemed to break through the last of Todd and Marty’s reservations. Todd’s eyes lit up, and he immediately launched into an enthusiastic explanation of his favorite series, going so far as to pull up comic covers on his phone and explaining key plot points. Marty joined in, pointing out his personal favorites on a nearby rack.

Y/N listened, nodding along and laughing at their side tangents. It didn’t take long before she was laughing along with them, chiming in with questions and responding to their recommendations with genuine curiosity. Soon, Todd was leading her around the store, showing her the most underrated comics and detailing why certain storylines were, in his words, “the best character arcs of all time.”

By the time Dave came back, Y/N was chatting with them comfortably. “So, okay, this whole series is a must-read,” she was saying, holding up a copy of Saga that Todd had practically forced into her hands. “Where should I start?”

“Volume one!” Marty and Todd chorused. Todd gave her a detailed breakdown of how she could get up to speed in no time.

Dave sat down, unable to keep from smiling at the way she fit in with his friends. “Making converts?” he asked with a grin.

“Oh, totally,” Y/N said, scooting back beside him. “I’m basically a comic expert now.”

The four of them ended up lingering at the shop, laughing over various comics and obscure references, until the store started dimming its lights to close up. When they got up to leave, Dave offered to walk Y/N home.

They talked the whole way, chatting about the evening, laughing about Todd and Marty’s passion for comics, and revisiting her new reading list.

“Your friends are funny,” Y/N said as they stopped at her door, smiling.

He laughed. “Funny? That’s new. Usually, they’re terrible.”

She laughed too, eyes twinkling, and then, without warning, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight, Dave.”

For a moment, he just stood there, his cheeks tingling where her lips had brushed his skin. “Uh—goodnight,” he managed weakly as she turned and slipped inside.

Walking home, his head was all fuzzy. As excited as he was about how close he and Y/N were getting, there was that nagging thought in the back of his mind—could he really get close to her without ever telling her he was Kick-Ass? It made him wonder if he could ever have a real chance with her if he kept hiding half his life.

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After school one day, Dave was hanging out at Atomic Comics, flipping through the latest issues with Todd and Marty, when he heard the bell above the door chime. He glanced up from his comic just in time to see Y/N practically sprinting into the store, her face lit up with excitement. She beelined straight toward him, holding up a crinkled piece of paper with a big red “92%” circled at the top.

“Dave!” she almost shouted, her grin so wide it looked like her face might split in two. “Look! 92! I got a 92 on my calculus test!” Before he knew what was happening, she threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly and burying her face in his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said, her words muffled but still bursting with enthusiasm.

Dave’s brain went into overdrive, his senses zeroing in on the warmth of her arms around him, her hair brushing against his cheek, and the soft, citrusy scent of her perfume. Somehow, he managed to wrap his arms around her, gently squeezing her back.

“I knew you could do it,” he murmured, grinning ear to ear.

When she finally pulled back, her hands still rested on his shoulders. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming with excitement. “We have to celebrate. You should come over tonight. We’ll watch a movie, and I’ll buy a ton of your favorite snacks. What do you say?”

Dave’s heart pounded so loudly he was sure she could hear it. “Uh… yeah, sure,” he stammered, doing his best to sound casual, though the idea of spending an evening alone with her made him feel anything but.

“Great!” she said, her smile widening even more—if that was possible. With a final wave, she turned and headed for the door, throwing a quick “Bye, guys!” over her shoulder to Todd and Marty.

The door closed, and the three of them watched her leave, stunned into silence. Todd was the first to break it. He nudged Dave with his elbow, eyes wide. “Dude,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “This is it. Tonight’s the perfect night to tell her how you feel. You’ve gotta do it!”

Marty nodded enthusiastically, his expression a mix of excitement and impatience. “Seriously, man. She invited you over for a movie night. She wants to celebrate with you. You can’t just ignore that!”

Dave looked between his two friends, his excitement battling with nerves. “You think so?” he asked, even though he could barely contain his own excitement at the thought.

Todd clapped him on the back. “You’ve got this, Dave. Just be honest with her.”

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Dave thought he might actually pass out.

As soon as you opened the door, he had to fight to keep his mouth from hanging open—you were in the cutest pair of fluffy pajama pants and a tiny tank top that showed just a hint of midriff. It was unfair, honestly. Before he could even fully process it, you grabbed his arm, and with a warm smile, pulled him inside, leading him up the stairs and straight to your room.

Walking into your room felt like stepping into another world, one that was undeniably and entirely you. Posters lined the walls, your desk was organized in a way that was both chaotic and charming, and there were little knick-knacks on your shelves that seemed to tell a story all their own. It was exactly how he’d imagined it… Not that he imagined your room or anything like that. That would be weird, right? Totally weird. Totally not him. He definitely did not imagine your room all the time… though, looking around, it was kind of uncanny how close he’d gotten it.

"Go ahead and get comfortable! I’m just grabbing more candy from the kitchen," you said, heading out the door.

He nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed, still taking everything in. Then he noticed a plush bunny sitting at the top of your pillow. Grinning, he reached over and picked it up, giving it a little squeeze, admiring its big, floppy ears. He was caught red-handed when you came back, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you laughing at him.

“Oh my god, you’re one of those people, huh?” he teased, holding the bunny up like a prized possession.

You put a hand on your hip, rolling your eyes playfully. “Yes, I am, and it’s cute, okay?”

He chuckled, flipping the bunny around in his hands. “What’s his name?”

You groaned, blushing. “Come on, Dave… do you really need to know?”

He put on a serious face, hugging the bunny dramatically. “Absolutely. His name is—”

You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes. “… it’s Mr. Floppy.”

He choked back a laugh. “Mr. Floppy? Well Mr. Floppy is my new best friend now.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive,” you replied in a mockingly dramatic tone, unable to hide your grin. Within seconds, the two of you broke out in a fit of laughter, your voices mingling in a way that made your room feel like the safest, happiest place in the world.

Settling down, you handed him a bowl of candy and flopped onto the bed next to him, pulling up the movie. As it started, you shifted closer, so much so that Dave could feel the warmth radiating from you. By the time you were twenty minutes in, you were nestled against his chest, his arm resting around you almost instinctively. He didn’t dare move—this was the closest he’d ever been to you, and he could feel his heart racing, every nerve on edge. Every thirty seconds or so, he couldn’t help himself; he’d glance down at you, admiring the way the glow from the screen softened your features.

After a while, you must’ve felt him looking at you because you shifted, turning to meet his eyes. The two of you were so close that your breaths mingled, and the tension between you was thick enough to cut. In a quiet voice, you tilted your head and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Dave swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Nothing, it’s just… you look really pretty.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you offered a shy smile, thanking him softly as you continued to gaze into his eyes. The movie was entirely forgotten now.

“Y/N, I… uh, I really like you,” he stammered, finally gathering the courage to say what he’d been holding back. “You’re so smart, beautiful, and… way out of my league, but I can’t help it. I really want to be more than friends.”

For a moment, you simply looked at him, and his heart felt like it might stop entirely. “Say something… please,” he whispered, his voice laced with nervousness.

Finally, a smile spread across your face, and with a glance down at his lips, you leaned in, closing the gap with a gentle, sweet kiss. When you pulled back, you whispered, “I like you too, Dave.”

A grin broke across his face, and he could hardly believe this was happening. “Can I… can I kiss you again?” he asked, breathless, as if he were asking permission for a once-in-a-lifetime privilege.

Laughing softly, you replied, “You can kiss me whenever you want.”

This time, he kissed you deeper, pouring every ounce of his feelings into it, savoring every second. The kiss grew more passionate, and his heart pounded in his chest, but when you finally pulled back, he couldn’t help but let out a soft, disappointed whine, not wanting the moment to end.

You bit your lip, an amused smile on your face. “I actually have something to confess, too,” you said, your voice softer now.

Sitting up straighter, he looked at you with wide eyes, a slight furrow in his brow. “What is it?”

You took a breath, meeting his gaze. “I know you’re Kick-Ass.”

For a moment, he froze, his mind scrambling. “W-What?” he spluttered, immediately trying to backtrack. “I—Kick-Ass? No, that’s—that’s not me! I’m, uh—”

You held up a hand to stop him, laughing softly. “And I know you know that I’m Y/S/N.”

His eyes widened even further, and he seemed completely thrown off. “But… you always talked about ‘Dave’ to me when we were out, you know, fighting crime together. I thought… I thought I had you fooled.”

You shrugged, grinning. “I just liked teasing you. It was… kind of adorable to see you get all flustered.”

“Oh,” he breathed, the realization dawning on him as his face flushed a deep red. He couldn’t help but laugh, feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed. The two of you settled back into the bed, and a grin spread across his face as a new thought occurred to him.

“Just think about it, though—we’d make the most amazing superhero couple ever,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement at the idea. “Kick-Ass and Y/S/N, taking down bad guys together? We’d be unstoppable!”

You smirked, raising an eyebrow as you poked his chest. “Not so fast, Kick-Ass. Before we start planning our crime-fighting future, you’ve gotta take me on a proper date first.”

He grinned sheepishly, nodding as he took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Right. Totally. Consider it done.”

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A/N ~ and that concludes this story! thank you all for reading <3 I’ll probably go back through this another time and edit it a bit. If anyone has any Kick-ass fic recs or ideas please send them my way pretty please :)))

[graciegoeskrazy]

inside your mind

matty healy + niece!daniel!teen!reader

warnings: mentions of slapping and punching, mentions of bullying, alludes to reader being g depressed, a cherry topping of teen angst, short short short

a/n: just a lil somthing to tide u over! i missed dad matty lol. SEND IN REQUESTS! even if you send in multiple! or if you are the same person! i don’t care! i love them and i need them! unless i replied no (which j don’t think i have) they r all coming. slowly but surely. ty anonie who requested!

This wasn't your proudest moment. It also wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. You had to watch them place a call and talk to your father on the phone. You couldn’t make out his exact words, but knew they were full of honest sympathy. They told him what they told the other parents. Something along the lines of This behavior is not acceptable and she will have to be reprimanded for the damage she has done to others. You thought it was all shit. You are a freshman with a 4.5 GPA and take classes 2 years above your grade level. Meanwhile, your opponent that day was some lonely 12th grader with anger issues and nothing better to do.

You sat near the front door of the the front office, anxiously awaiting his arrival. That was until you heard the front door open and saw Matty standing there. He sighed as he walked in and spotted you.

You stood up with your bag. “What are you doing here?”

“Dad’s in a meeting. I offered to bail you out.” He said.

You sighed and headed for the door.

“I don’t need to talk to anyone?”

“Nah. They already suspended me for 3 days.”

“Jeez, babe.” He sighed again as he headed to the car. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Just…bitches.” You tried to shrug it off, hoping he wouldn’t bring it up again. “People were being bitches, so you punched them?” He opened the door for you, prompting you to get in.

“I didn’t punch them…it was more on the lines of a slap.”

“So that’s supposed to make it better?”

“I never said that. Just wanted you to get your facts straight.” You smiled at him as you got in.

“Smart ass.” He said, smiling and slamming the door. He got in on the other side. Before he could start the car, you interrupted him and spoke.

“Is he mad?’ You kept your gaze in front of you. You were genuine this time. Not like the ‘smart ass’.

Matty took a moment before answering. “No, I think he’s just confused.”

He looked at you and reached over the console. “What’s going on, love? Hm? What’s happening in that brain of yours?”

“So much and so little at the same time.”

“Does it just get too loud sometimes?”

You shrugged and looked down.

“You’ve not been yourself lately.”

You rolled your eyes. “You sound like him.”

“Because I agree with him!” He moved a loose piece of hair behind your ear while you sat still, not acknowledging it. “Where’s the old y/n who used to laugh at every word I say and giggle so loudly she peed herself?”

“No one liked her.” You said abruptly.

“Well, I loved her.” He said, matter of fact-ly. “Do things just feel kind of…grey now? He asked, cautiously.

“Yeah.” You said, through the beginning of your tears.

“You need to talk to your Dad, love.” You rolled your eyes slightly but all it did was push him on. “Whatever is happening…this ‘grey’ shit- it’s gone on for too long. I want my girl back.” He planted a kiss on the side of your head and whipped a tear that had fallen. “Talk to him for me, okay?”

You nodded and finally looked up at him. “Okay.”

[pjsk-story-summaries]

MORE! MORE! JUMP! Main Story Summary

TL;DR: One fateful day, Hanasato Minori, a girl who dreams of becoming an idol, meets the troubled former idols Kiritani Haruka, Momoi Airi, and Hinomori Shizuku on the rooftop. Upon her insistence, they eventually agree to help coach Minori so she can finally pass an audition.

After a show by Miku and Rin, Airi begins to doubt her decision to quit idol work. She talks to Shizuku about how she truly does want to be an idol who brings hope, but her former agencies forced her to be a TV personality instead. In the process, she ends up yelling at Shizuku out of frustration, believing she has it easy because of her looks and natural idol aura, scaring her her off. Airi goes to Minori to tell her the truth of the idol industry, but Minori isn't detered. This determination re-ignites Airi's dream and declares herself to be Minori's new training partner.

However, Airi's words, combined with the bullying she faces from her current idol group, cause Shizuku to quit idol work all together. Airi rushes to Cheerful*Days rehearsal center, followed by the other three. There, she apologizes for the words she had said and recognizes Shizuku's hard work and kindness. Touched by Airi's words, Shizuku gives her former group one last goodbye.

Afterwards, Shizuku decides to become an idol once again. She asks if Haruka wants to join them too, but she refuses, believing herself unfit to be an idol. The next day, Airi, Shizuku, and Minori run into Mai, a former ASRUN member who injured her voice overworking herself and blamed Haruka for it. They help her apologize to Haruka, who in turn apologizes for pushing Mai too hard. However, after Mai leaves, it is revealed that because of the incident, Haruka developed crippling stage fright and lost the ability to perform.

After watching another show by Miku and Rin, Minori decides to put on a show for Haruka so she can see the blue pen lights one last time. With Airi and Shizuku's help, the performance reminds Haruka of her true feelings about being an idol. The four of them band together into a new idol group: MORE! MORE! JUMP!

Official English Youtube upload / Song (New Edgy Idols) / Animation

Chapter 0: Minori recalls a childhood memory of her skipping school with a false stomach bug, guilt-ridden over her poor luck messing things up. She questioned giving up everything, when suddenly, Haruka's ASRUN stream came on TV. Minori instantly became enamored with her, and through Haruka's message of hope, decided to keep trying with her all. In the present day, Minori struggles with learning a dance routine but persists over the thought of Haruka. Suddenly, her phone flashes, sending her to a strange place. Miku and Rin approach and explain the purpose of SEKAI, excited that Minori harbors such strong feelings but worry about the fading dreams of "the other three". A confused Minori is forced out of the SEKAI, convinced it was all a fun dream. Meanwhile, Haruka has decided to quit being an idol.

Chapter 1: Minori receives her fiftieth rejection from an idol agency. Still, she has hope that one day she'll reach her dream. A fellow classmate comes over and reveals Haruka's retirement, much to Minori's horror. While she's moping, Haruka passes by her classroom. Minori is still saddened over the retirement, but resolves to support her decision and thank her by becoming an idol herself. After school, Haruka heads to the rooftop to avoid the chatter about her, only to run into Minori practicing dance routine.

Chapter 2: Haruka apologizes for the interruption and introduces herself. Minori panics and reveals her dream of being an idol like Haruka. Their conversation is breifly interrupted by the sound of Airi confronting Shizuku about the rumor of her transferring out of Cheerful*Days. Haruka decides to step in and call Airi out for her hostility.

Chapter 3: Haruka mentions Minori's dream of becoming an idol to the others. Airi doubts her potential, stating that things don't just happen because you want them to. Shizuku asks Airi to stop, but Airi's comments hadn't deterred Minori; she still has faith tomorrow will be better, quoting Haruka's speech. Suddenly, Miku pops out of Minori's phone, asks the girls to visit, and leaves. Minori decides to ask the three former idols if they could help her practice.

Chapter 4: Shizuku agrees to help Minori, followed by a reluctant Airi. Haruka doesn't answer. Minori and Haruka walk home together, where Minori explains the reason she wants to be an idol in the first place is because of Haruka. Haruka is mildly bothered, but doesn't say anything. The next day, Shizuku and Airi join Minori on the rooftop. Haruka reads a book nearby. Airi ends up coaching Minori on interviews instead. Later that evening, Shizuku and Airi walk home together. Airi tries bringing up their prior conversation, but chickens out.

Chapter 5: Shizuku finishes a modeling gig before heading to a Cheerful*Days practice. After that rehearsal, she ends up overhearing the other members gossip about her being the "favorite" once again. The next day, Minori finally passes Airi's introduction training. She feels nervous about not being as naturally pretty as the other girls, but Shizuku reassures her that having heart is what truly matters. Airi recognizes those words, but doesn't react. Minori mentions potentially injuring her ankle at the end of practice, to which Haruka quickly tends to. Suddenly, Miku appears once more and asks if they'd all like to come watch a show to cheer up, having sensed strong anxious feelings.

Chapter 6: Minori, Haruka, Airi, and Shizuku meet Miku and Rin within SEKAI for the first time. The Virtual Singers briefly explain the premise of SEKAI before starting their show. Minori greatly enjoys it, while Airi realizes this is the show she had always wanted to do but never could. Suddenly, the audience's pen lights turn blue. Haruka reminisces on the beauty of it at her former shows, but is saddened by the fact she'll never see it again. After the show, Minori asks why the glowsticks were blue and not either of the performers colors, while Haruka asks to leave.

Chapter 7: Minori is troubled by the sad faces of the former idols, even though they seemed to have been having so much fun before. Miku reassures her that the SEKAI will always be there for her and sends her off. Later, Haruka remembers a girl expressing her frustration over a wasted dream and declares herself to have never been fit to be an idol. The next day, Shizuku and Airi discuss the show, prompting Shizuku to ask if Airi still wants to be an idol. Airi implies she does, but feels that it's impossible. Through a flashback, it is revealed that as an idol, Airi ended up being asked to do TV personality appearances at the cost of idol concerts.

Chapter 8: The flashback of Airi's past continues. Her manager felt she wasn't fit to be an idol, and that she'd only survive the industry as a TV guest. Despite her protests, they wouldn't relent, so she transferred to a new agency. They decided to pull the same stunt too. In the current day, Shizuku tries to console Airi, but is quickly shut down. Airi yells at her for having it so easy, since she's so naturally perfect and pretty she doesn't even have to try. Airi realizes what's she's said and immediately apologizes, but Shizuku runs away crying.

Later, Shizuku remembers meeting Airi for the first time. Her friends had sent in an application without her consent, and after winning an idol competition, found the pressure to be overwhelming. Airi had cheered her up with a speech on hope. Shizuku feels indebted to Airi for having got her this far. However, the comments of her current unit, combined with Airi's outburst, lead her to decide to quit being an idol.

On the rooftop, Haruka reveals to Minori that she's going to stop coming to read up there. Minori re-declares her determination to follow in Haruka's footsteps. Haruka is proud of her, but secretly worries she won't survive the idol industry.

Chapter 9: Airi is concerned for Shizuku and begins doubting if she has the right to coach Minori anymore. Suddenly, Rin pops out of the SEKAI to cheer her, reminding her of the hope idols bring. Airi finds Minori on the rooftop and tells her about how hard the idol industry really is. Despite the challenge, Minori still chooses to carry her dream, inadvertently rekindling Airi's own. Airi vows to begin practicing again, this time alongside Minori.

Chapter 10: Airi reveals what she had said to Shizuku the other day to Minori, who decides to help her apologize. Suddenly, Minori gets a notification. Airi races through the halls, running into Haruka. Minori breaks the news to her that Shizuku has officially quit Cheerful*Days. Airi confronts Shizuku in the courtyard, soon followed by the other two. Shizuku is hurt by Airi's comments on how she was born to be an idol. Airi was the one to teach her true idols are the ones with heart, but now it feels like nobody will ever see her in that way. Shizuku talks about her inability to connect with the rest of Cheerful*Days because of their jealousy. Airi apologizes for her words and runs off to the Cheerful*Days theater.

Chapter 11: Minori tries running after Airi with Shizuku, but Haruka stops her. She worries Minori will learn the harsh reality of idol's true, human personalities. Minori's resolve stays strong and goes anyways, so Haruka follows. At the Cheerful*Days theater, the current group members talk harshly of Shizuku and her retirement. Airi rushes in to defend Shizuku and all the hard work she had put in towards being the idol she wanted to be, something Airi had failed to do. She admits to being jealous of Shizuku, but recognizes that she is still a kind and hardworking person. Despite this, Cheerful*Days still speaks ill of Shizuku. Airi tries fist-fighting them but is stopped by Minori. Shizuku accepts Airi's apology and leaves Cheerful*Days behind.

Chapter 12: Airi once again apologizes to Shizuku. Shizuku, in turn, asks if Airi would please become an idol again. Airi says yes, but only if she will, too. Airi may be Shizuku's idol, but Shizuku is Airi's. Airi asks if Haruka would like to join the three of them on the rooftop, but she declines. She says doesn't think she has any right to be an idol, but refuses to elaborate.

Chapter 13: Shizuku, Airi, and Minori are all worried about Haruka. In the school courtyard, they run into Mai, a former member of ASRUN, looking for Haruka. She reveals to them that she's the reason Haruka quit being an idol. Haruka had inspired her to become an idol, and she had greatly enjoyed getting the chance to work with her. However, Mai had ended up falling into a slump. Haruka told her to not give up hope and keep trying. Mai ended up injuring her vocal cords from overworking herself, forcing her to quit idol work. She lashed out and blamed Haruka for what happened.

Chapter 14: Mai wants to apologize to Haruka for what she had said. The next day, the four of them take her to the rooftop, where Mai gets to do so. Haruka apologizes back, stating that she regrets pushing Mai so hard and denies it was why she quit. After Mai leaves, Haruka admits she only said that so Mai wouldn't feel guilty. She believes that she has nothing left to give as an idol.

Chapter 15: It is revealed that Haruka's guilt over the incident caused her to develop stage fright to the point of being unable to stand on the stage anymore, no matter what she tried. Later, Minori curses herself for forcing Haruka to have to live through those painful memories again by helping her. She decides to go to SEKAI to ask for advice.

Chapter 16: Minori tells Miku and Rin about the hope Haruka had given her as a kid, and how she wants to find a way to return that gift. Miku and Rin put on a show to cheer Minori up, asking her to sit in a special chair backstage. Partway through the show, the pen lights turn bright blue. Minori finally realizes it's because of Haruka's memories that they do that. She decides to put on a show for Haruka so she can see those lights one more time.

Chapter 17: Shizuku and Airi discuss how hard it must be for Haruka having quit being an idol. Minori rushes in and reveals her plan to them. Though they aren't sure if it will work, Shizuku and Airi decide to help.

Chapter 18: The next day, the three drag Haruka into the SEKAI for the show. Minori begins with a declaration of how much Haruka means to her, then begins singing Happy Synthesizer as the pen lights glow blue. Haruka is reminded of her first solo show, when the pen lights had turned into an ocean for the first time. Minori grabs Haruka's hand and tells her all the wonderful things that had happened since she had become her fan. Airi and Shizuku hold her steady so she can stand on the stage once again.

Chapter 19: Untitled forms into a song: New Edgy Idols. Airi, Shizuku, and Haruka tell Minori how grateful they are for reminding them of their true feelings by harboring her own so tightly. After performing the new song, the four thank the Virtual Singers for their help, too. The next day, Haruka tells Mai she's returning to idol work.

Chapter 20: Despite all of their hard work, Minori receives yet another agency rejection. Airi and Shizuku cheer her back up and resolve to keep working with her. Haruka finds the three on the rooftop and proposes starting their own idol group, since they all harbor the same dream. Minori expresses her excitement over being their very first fan, to which the other three laugh. Even though Minori's never been an idol before, she was the one who rekindled their dreams. There's no way they're doing this without her, too. The four decide on the name MORE! MORE! JUMP!, after Minori's habit of saying "more, more!" and them jumping up towards their idol dreams.

Virtual Singer Chapter 1 (Pre-Chapter 0): Miku and Rin perform a show. Though Rin forgot their blocking, Miku adapted quickly. Rin apologizes for messing up and leaves. Later, Miku finds her sleeping on the stage floor with notes scattered around. She tucks her in goodnight.

Virtual Singer Chapter 2 (After Chapter 7): Rin is upset everyone was sad after their show, but Miku recognizes it was the push they needed to find their true feelings. They're not worried about Minori, but fear for the other three. The pair decide to come up with a new, better performance for next time.

Virtual Singer Chapter 3 (After Chapter 16): Miku and Rin are relieved Minori's feeling better about the Haruka situation. They trust Minori will make Haruka smile again. Miku knows Airi and Shizuku will decide to help out, too. The duo discuss the cool blue effects they could add to make the performance even better.

Virtual Singer Chapter 4 (After Chapter 20): Minori, Airi, Shizuku, and Haruka surprised Miku and Rin by coming to watch their show. They tell the Virtual Singers about how they formed a new idol group, together. Rin asks to do a celebration show, to which they all readily agree. Haruka especially, now that's she's managed to move past her insecurities. Miku is happy everyone's smile is so bright.

[blackdigitalrose]

Thurs - Maho Girls Precure! - Ep 7 - 10

In the attempt to catch up, it's another brief speed run ep review ^^"

Ep 7

Side characters shouldn't be that pretty if they are just going to be throw away background characters...

Any way, the odd rush continues and another stone is found, what are the writers doing in the second half with so much crammed into what would be the equivalent of an opening arc?

Animation wise it looked nice but so far, this may be the dumbest name of an attack so far. (And that's saying something, makes no sense Spicy is already a contender) And that was it, nothing much actually happened. It's all been quite copy and paste since ep 1.

Ep 8

This ep starts of slightly better as you get to see the antics of this little group once more and they do bounce off each other well. Even Emily's drawback could have made for a nice little arc if we were with them for longer.

So basically a Venus fly trap? Quite the deception by the writers, it was setting it up to be something really scary but then it turned out to be utterly harmless. Could have had the villains take the week off.

But nothing of note happens, they find yet another stone, this time a support, befriend and heal a baby Pegasus and completed the task of the day.

However, it was nice that Liko used Mirai's trick from before and Mirai pretty much pushed the teachers message from the start of the ep to get the job done. Little nods and throwbacks that make eps go full circle can be nice when done right.

Ep 9

Nevermind Liko and Mirai, this was a great little ep delving more into this trio who we may or may not ever see again. If this is really it, talk about a waste?

Liko is the only one who ever sits on her broom like that? Wonder why?

And for a mere 9 eps, that's quite the escalation on things, if this was a mid-season issue, sure, it would make a whole lot more sense, this level of separation anxiety seems too early.

Ep 10

Plus side, it was a curve ball, just when you thought they wouldn't possibly make it that simple; huzzah, they didn't and the chase continues even when the ep ends!

This just gives 8th Digivice vibes from 01, just swap it out for Wizardmon and day or night and bam, same scene. Crows and their shiny things and here I thought it was more Magpies but I guess they may not have those over there?

Meanwhile Precure, writing out parents since Futari wa, I've only been watching the 6 so far and it unreal how often this comes up already...

2 + 2 almost made 4, so close to making that connection.

Wait, does that mean the Grandma didn't pass the message on or she wanted a phone call for just a personal update to? Did the Grandma forget and let her worry before letting it slip? What is the implication here?

And to wrap it all up, a Mary Poppins impression? Wonder what she is doing back or why?

I just don't know what it is about this, the characters seem ok, there's nothing wrong with Mirai and Liko, maybe the pacing? It's all so mid, it isn't bad but it isn't good either, it has parts and moments but overall I just can't get seem to get into it. If anything, take the Precure side out and have this as a slice of life, two world show and it'd be just as effective. Nothing would really change.

Heck, our big bad has an amazing villain design, I hope there isn't some underwhelming big reveal near the end that ruins the presence he's been giving so far and it goes to waste.

[lazyrants]

School Scam (prod 207)

Original airdate: February 13, 2007

Story by Magnus Scheving

Written by Magnus Scheving, Mani Svavarrson, Noah Zachary

Directed by Magnus Scheving, Jonathan Judge

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess, Ronald Binion, Emily Decola, Mary Robinette Kowal

I hate learning 123s for quick calculation..

I've seen the opening sequence so many times I don't even need to watch it to type this up - Sportacus makes the first three letters of the alphabet clouds using his skutla, and he says 'Now that's how to do the ABCs!' Maybe it has something to do with the fact a short clip of it is seen in every single one of the last two seasons' episodes.

Stephanie is finishing off some of her homework when Milford asks what she's doing at the house, then she asks what he's doing at the house, and he replies with 'I live here' - which reminds me why I think Season 2 is the best season, the humour and music. Máni Svavarrson had some kind of role in both of those, one bigger then the other. So Mani, if you see this, you rock! Anyways, Stephanie reminds him he's the principal of LazyTown School, and he should be ringing the bell and opening the door. So he starts ringing the bell.

Robbie is woken up by the bell and he mistakes it for his phone ringing, so he answers the phone. LOL, then he hears Milford's voice, hangs up, and asks himself who is ringing it. He goes to check using the periscope and sees Milford, and looks away. He says school is a terrible way to start the day - for once he says something agreeable!

Ziggy is attempting to walk to school, but his backpack is too heavy, and he falls into a wheelbarrow. Meanwhile, Stingy is being a moron. Trixie is carrying all his books when she says it's his turn to do so, and he asks what more she wants (Considering he's giving her his property). Stingy and Trixie see Ziggy fly by and Sportacus' crystal beeps. He flies to LazyTown using the sky bike and flips behind Stingy and Trixie, and asks Trixie for.. a pencil??

And Stingy for.. paper. Stingy rips off the CORNER of his page, expecting Sportacus to use that. Trixie yells at him and he gives Sportacus a bigger one. So Sportacus does some boring calculations.

LazyTown's too cool to cover MATHS!!! Anyways, he says he'll save him once he is 5 feet away from the wall, and once he is, he throws a yo-yo, wraps it around a tree, and Trixie tells Ziggy to grab hold of it. He does, and Sportacus gets him off. After thanking him, Ziggy nearly falls down again thanks to how heavy his bag is, and guess what his 'school supplies' were?

Ziggy is fictional. Ziggy is fictional. Ziggy is fictional. Ziggy is fictional. *deep breaths in and out* Anyways, Sportacus grabs an apple, Ziggy bites it, and he's energized now. He runs to school so he isn't late and also because he's excited as Sportacus said he might check up on him. Robbie is somehow annoyed by this and vows to stop the kids from learning anything so they don't become like 'Sportanerd'. LOL. But Stephanie does a frontflip in this episode, so uhh..

He decides to become a teacher so the kids learn nothing. He gets into his Professor H. R. Rottennen (what a boring long name) costume. At school, the kids perform I Like Learning. Once they finish, Milford arrives in the school, as well as Rottennen who introduces himself as the new teacher. When Milford asks why they need a new teacher, he yells at Milford - 'NO TALKING IN MY CLASS!' and he says 'Yes, teacher!'

I love this show. Rottennen pushes Milford out the room. So, the kids starts the lesson.. by sitting in a student's chair. LOL! The kids have to tell him he's supposed to sit up at the front. He laughs, and does so. Anyways, now it's reading time which yet again, the kids have to tell him. And here comes one of the funniest sequences from this show: He tells them to open their books, turn them around, and go to sleep!

I think it's this shot that just makes me laugh. Because all you can hear is his snoring for 2 seconds. Stingy coughs into a MEGAPHONE to wake him up. Then he wakes up, falls off his chair, stands up, and starts doing karate to.. the air?

I could take this scene, speed it up and caption it with sometihng funny like 'bro thinks he's bruce lee' or 'one minute without zaza', upload it to YouTube and get a million subscribers or something because that's how advanced humor is nowadays (even though I think my imaginary captions are funny but whatever). Anyways, when he realizes he looks like a weirdo, he says he's just stretching.

That's why this show rocks - it teaches you how to live healthy while appealing with amazing music & humor. It's been eighteen years since this episode was written and the humor still makes people laugh to this day. Anyways, now it's time for maths (LOL that was like 25 seconds), and they get out their maths books - Thus spawning the incredible quote once again 'Open your books, turn them around, and go to sleep!' Then they tell him that they're supposed to be adding and subtracting, and when he's lost words to say..

The bell comes in handy and the lesson has already ended. I wanna go to LazyTown School! After a while they have their next lesson which is outside. And Robbie tells them to sit down, lean, and go to sleep. LOL. But the kids keep on whining. Luckily, Sportanerd comes to the rescue.

He asks what new things they're learning and apparently they've learned to jump and flip and stuff, but the kids reveal they haven't learned how to jump the horse, and it takes a while for him to figure out what horse they mean. He attempts to do the jump aaaannnddd..

Oof! Hey Rotten, how are the family jewels? Then he turns upside-down, and falls off the horse. Then he says 'That is how you jump the cow.' I actually chuckled at that one. Maybe it was Stingy's response 'a COW?????' Stephanie asks Sportacus if he can teach the kids new moves. He does a QUADRUPLE backflip off the horse! Anyways, Rottenenn has somehow gone underground and is cutting a hole in the ground.

Once he comes back up, he tells the kids to go back inside and have a snack. When they all leave, he tells Sportacus that he didn't quite catch the landing of when he jumped off the horse and would like if he could do it again so he can teach the kids how to do so. So he does it again, Rottenenn pulls a lever that came out of nowhere, and mixing some shots from Secret Agent Zero and new ones for this episode, he falls into his trap.

He then goes back to class, snickering until he sees the kids with their science gear and he yells. Gosh, I love this episode. Now it's time for science. Rottenenn tells them to OPEN THEIR BOOKS, TURN THEM AROUND, LEAN FORWARD, AND GO TO SLEEP. I think this was the funniest because Stephanie has a huge smile on her face until she hears 'turn around' and looks at Trixie like Trixie's the camera and she's the main character in the sitcom. LOL!!!

The kids are now annoyed a lot and they tell him that they want to do science, and he actually listens to them. He starts flicking through some pages, and finds a formula. He starts mixing a few liquids and coincidentally, that's the exact same formula for..

AN EXPLOSIOOOONNNNNNN!! The liquid starts foaming, and all the kids run out. The only one still in there is Rottenenn. Robbie tries to open the door, but he breaks the handle, as well as Stephanie on the other side. The school explodes, Rottennen has to go to hospital, the end. Not really the end because the crystal beeps and Sportacus attempts to open the trap by getting the horse off it. Stephanie goes to find Sportacus, and she finds out he is trapped.

She tries to move the chair but she cannot since she isn't strong enough. Sportacus asks if there is Sportscandy nearby & he tells her to do the jump/flip that he did to get the Sportscandy and push the chair. Sure enough, she does it! But in one of the shots she looks like she JUMPED to get the apple.

She takes one bite and pushes the chair. Conveniently, Sportacus jumps onto the chair. Meanwhile, Rottennen has ripped the curtain and tied it to a table and is going to jump out the window, but Sportacus is jumping through the hole on top of the door. When he gets in, he startles Rottennen, causing him to fall out but Sportacus stops the table with his leg.

He asks the kids for help to stop the chemical reaction. Trixie opens up the science book and Pixel figures out the right amounts and liquids to put in - a little bit of the orange, a lot of the red, a liquid par?? of the green one. And whoop-de-doo, the green one is at the end of the table.

It explodes and they don't have school or a superhero anymore. The end. Well, not really, because here comes one of the coolest parts of the episode - Sportacus lets go of the table, flips across the teacher's desk, AND GRABS HOLD OF THE TABLE!

In his office, Milford is wondering how the new teacher is going. XD. Anyways, attempting to put just ONE drop of the green liquid inside, the cloth nearly rips, but Sportacus does it! THEN the cloth actually rips, but luckily Sportacus grabs it.

Milford hears the twang of the curtain, asks himself what it was, and despite the fact Rottenenn is literally outside of his window, he ignores it, and thinks it's nothing. Yes, the school nearly exploding & your 'new teacher' almost falling to the ground is nothing. Sportacus lifts him up back into the classroom, and his glasses fall off. Sportacus puts the door handle back in place, and opens the door, asking if the kids are okay. Robbie takes his wig off, replying with a firm YES! And now, the disguise is revealed, which is kinda stupid, because how'd he forget the kids were there?

Robbie says he thinks he has some homework to do and leaves the room. The kids thank Sportacus and say they learned something new - Open your books, turn around, STAND UP AND DANCE! They perform Bing Bang. During the song, Milford nods his head, hinting that NOW he hears everything. Robbie attempts the experiment in his lair, saying that it will work this time and it fails.

He says 'Maybe not.' and he didn't open any books, turn them around, lean forward (he leaned backwards!) and went to sleep. He'll feel that when he wakes up!

10/10 - This episode was so exciting and intense and it almost made me want to go to school.

[that-weird-skeleton-bastard]

Rushing things chapters 3,4 & 5

title says it all, chapters 3 4 and 5 of my papyton fanfic

Chapter 3: let your feelings bloom

They both got up, disgruntled and awkward when Sans came home and used an air horn to wake them up ("because it was funny" he said). Mettaton gave Papyrus his cat onesie back and put on his now wrinkled red suit.

Before he left, he earnestly thanked Papyrus: 《- Darling, I had a lovely time hanging out with you! Perhaps... Perhaps we could hang out again in the foreseeable future? MTT noticed the skeleton blushing a light periwinkle - Y-YOU WANT TO HANG WITH ME AGAIN?? WOWIE, I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE THAT CLOSE ALREADY... The way Papyrus phrased that made Mettaton blush even harder. - O-of course I want to! He replied, a bit louder than intended. You're great company! But next time, maybe you could come to MY place! Y'know...so that we don't get any more... "funny" wake-up call from your brother... - AGREED. stated Papyrus, still a bit salty about it.》 They then exchanged phone numbers and Mettaton left, feeling so... light and warm.

Meanwhile, in his room, Papyrus was still ecstatic about hanging out again with Mettaton, so much that he was literally screaming of joy in his pillow while rapidly kicking his feet. Thoughts of what to do and/or bring for their second hangout filled his head. He felt as if his heart was about to burst out his chest and fly around his room. Oh my god he never felt like that before. It felt really weird and AMAZING. What WAS this feeling?? Was is.. love? It wasn't platonic love for sure, he knew what THAT felt like. I mean, Mettaton IS really attractive, and he sings so well! OMG IS IT WHAT ROMANTIC LOVE FEELS LIKE-

No no it can't be romantic love, romantic love is when you kiss them, and go on dates and do whatever that "adult stuff" is that Papyrus sometimes overhears Sans talking about with Toriel and Grillby. Well... he DOES want to kiss Mettaton...BUT IT'S SO SOON!! WAIT, d-does that mean their next "hangout" IS A DATE-

Papyrus screamed in his pillow again but this time it's was because of sheer confusion and dread.

Returning to Mettaton, he finally got home, switched back to his box form, and is now texting Alphys about the sleepover at Papyrus's:

And we r planning to have another hangout you were right alphy he's a really cool guy ;3

Hehe sounds like u 2 had a gr8 time ^^ And mayB next time you go further lollll

??? Wym alphy we did nothing like that

Right.... *wink wink*

No I'm serious we didn't do any of that, I just watched movies with him like the ✨amazing generous star that I am✨

Alrite text me back when u realise how much you a flaming homosexual for the tol bone man

ALPHYS AIGDGIRGXOYTCLHJD-

I'm sorry but u know its tru It's the 1st time I've ever heard u talk about a dude like THAT Like he's the 8th wonder of the world looolll

Mettaton immediately turned off his phone and hid his flustered face in his hands... No it can't be. TOO FAST TOO SOON. They met THIS MORNING. He already had relationships turn sour real fast because he was rushing things.

HE WAS NOT GOING TO RUIN HIS CHANCE AT HAVING A FRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP WITH A FAN BY BEING HIS IMPATIENT SELF. He was about to have a nice FRIENDLY, PLATONIC hangout with his number 1 fan.

Oh, speaking of, he needed to set a date with Papyrus for that hangout.

A quick phone call later, Mettaton, still a bit giddy from talking to Papyrus, now had a set date for their next hangout: In two days, at 5:00 PM, and this time, it was MTT's turn to surprise Papyrus. So, he liked cooking... that was the robot's biggest help to figure out what to do...

During those two days, Mettaton filled out some auditions for other planned movies and got around trying to get a gig, and while waiting for the answers from the studios, he catched up on Alphys and Undyne.

It was the first time Undyne heard about Mettaton hanging out with Papyrus (and of course, Alphys, who saw right through him, told her about his feelings), and she was being insufferable about it, messing with the robot by mocking him, saying corny stuff in a baby voice: 《- Ooh PaPywUs DaRLiN, HoW I CwAvE YoUr pWeSeNcE <3<3 Mettaton was bright hot pink, and thought he was about to pop a rubber vein while Undyne continued her act, despite Alphys asking her to stop. - oOh I WaNnA HoLd YoU, My dEaW, LeT uS NeVeW bE ApAwT AgAiN!》

She eventually stopped after a while.

The next day (so, the eve of the hangout), Mettaton got a return from a small studio he auditioned to: he was accepted! So putting on his red suit once again -after ironing it- he went to meet his costars on the set, and talked with the director of this movie, a lovely young man called Jake. The atmosphere on this set was DRASTICALLY different than on the set of the movie saga: there wasn't this tension in the air, where you thought you weren't acting good enough compared to the other actors, there was a lot more monsters here, actors and backstage staff alike... overall, this felt much more like home to Mettaton. And while it wasn't perfect, the story was much more interesting.

The only thing that was similar to the last filming is that he was given another small role, but this time his character actually felt fleshed out (and appeared multiple times throughout the movie, AND was on the concept cover art!) But of course something came to ruin Mettaton's good mood. The filming had to be started right away, because time is money and the small studio was on a budget. No time for hangouts. Oh no... He tried to talk to Jake about his planned hangout with Papyrus, but there's nothing he could do, the schedule was tight. He did honestly apologised to the actor.

The first image that came to Mettaton's mind was Papyrus's sad, disappointed face as they'll have to cancel that hangout. W-well, he would understand, no? Mettaton... was a star after all... yeah, he- He'll understand that it's really important! Papyrus could wait.. a few weeks, r-right? J-just until there was a space in the schedule for him! ... Mettaton sure hoped so...

So, he slowly took his phone out and called Papyrus... 《- C'mon... pick up pick up pick up... ... Hi darling! H-how are you..? - OH HELLO, METTATON! ARE YOU READY FOR TOMORROW? asked the skeleton excitedly. Goddammit, it was hard for the words to come out. - ...About that... responded MTT, getting choked up. I don't.. I don't think we can hang tomorrow... - Oh... said Papyrus, lowering his voice. IT'S OKAY! WE CAN HANG THE DAY AFTER THEN! - N-no, honey, we can't hang tomorrow or the day after, or the day after that, or the day after that... i- ...I got a role for another movie and I have to stay for filming for a few weeks... is that okay?... Papyrus stayed silent for a little while, which was a lot more concerning than him outright saying that he was upset. Mettaton was starting to nervously walk in circles, while fidgeting with the hem of his suit. -... YEAH... YEAH I UNDERSTAND! I HOPE THIS MOVIE FILMING SESSION IS MORE PLEASANT THAN THE LAST! MTT was a bit startled by Papyrus's sudden, happy respond after being quiet for so long. - Sooo... you're not upset, that we can't hang tomorrow?.. - WELL... I AM, JUST A TINY BIT. BUT I KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR WORK, SO I'LL JUST WAIT UNTIL WE CAN! Papyrus was taking this a lot better than Mettaton feared. - O-okay then... I have to go! I'll call you when I get home! Love you, bye!》 And Mettaton quickly hung up. "Love you, bye"?????? What was wrong with him???? Why did he say that???? He could regret his actions later, for now, Jake was calling his name.

Chapter 4: Baking with... bestie?

(ooh boy, here comes the smoochies!!)

Papyrus said he understood that Mettaton had to put their hangout on hold, and he truly did, but... It was still a bit painful. That interaction reminded him that after all, Mettaton was an entrepreneur, with a rising career and that he had other things to do than hang out with a fan... He did say "I love you" but... what did he mean by that?

So the skeleton went in his room and lied down on his bed in silence.

He felt so many things at once, TOO many, his head was menacing to boil and implode from all of his thoughts, And yet, moving felt too disruptive, so he lied still, closed his eyes and let himself indulge in all those feeling.

In this dream-like state, Papyrus found in himself a strange, longing feeling he never felt before, it wasn't like missing a friend, or being homesick... he knew what THOSE felt like... WHAT WAS IT?? Not knowing what was going on in his head and his heart frustrated Papyrus deeply. So he turned to the person he trusted the most to vent to: his best friend.

When Papyrus called her, Undyne already had a hunch of what he wanted to talk about, and she immediately was proven right.

《- Hhmmm... sound like you got a BIG FAT CRUSH on this guy to me! - UNDYNE!! Wailed Papyrus, flustered and frustrated. THIS IS SERIOUS!! IS-IS IT REALLY WHAT ROMANTIC LOVE FEELS LIKE?? - Well, yeah, sorry Paps but based on what you told me, that does sounds like you like Mettaton. As more than a friend fuhuhu... - BU-BUT I'VE LOVED HIS MOVIES FROM WAY BACK, WHY AM I STARTING TO LIKE HIM NOW??? Undyne let out a chuckle,before responding. - Are you SURE you've only started to like Mettaton NOW? Cause you already were obsessed with him before even seeing him in person. - I KNOW!! said Papyrus, covering his bright periwinkle face with his hands. BUT NOW, I FEEL IT SO STRONGLY I JUST CAN'T IGNORE IT! BUT HE PROBABLY ALREADY HAS A TON OF FANS LINING UP TO BE HIS LOVER... - Eh, not as many as you think, actually... Apart from those two weird monster fangirls that follow him around, you're basically the only who actually showed romantic interest towards him. -... REALLY?.. - Hell yeah, man!! Not to mention that bag of bolts happens to have big, fat crush on YOU! - WAIT WHAT????? Shrieked Papyrus in surprise -... Okay first of, ow, my eardrums. Secondly, I'm serious! Alphys told me that Mettaton has the hots for you!》

Papyrus fell silent, his jaw agape. He couldn't help but feel like his heart was a about to blow up in his ribcage, but like... in a good way..? He was pretty sure Undyne could hear it beating violently through the phone. So... THAT's why Mettaton said "I love you"!!

The two friends chatted for a little bit more, said goodbye and now, Papyrus was alone in his room once again... Bur this time, he felt a bit different. There was still that longing feeling, but it felt more... certain.

He knew he would see Mettaton again, he just had to patient.

In the following weeks, The filming was going great and (much to Mettaton's relief) pretty quickly. However, when he was not acting, the anxiety of keeping his n°1 fan waiting crept on him, over and over again.

Said fan, meanwhile, used that time to prepare a small gift for Mettaton.

Of course, the two still kept in touch, talking on the phone every few days, after Mettaton's shift at the studio. There he told Papyrus about how his day went, and regularly asked him if it's was still okay to  wait for the end of the recording to go hang out. The skeleton had fully come to peace with waiting, and already told MTT so about fifty time, but he wasn't mad, it made him happy to see that his... friend? cared so much about how he was feeling.

And in those weeks, every time they talked together, they learned a bit more about eachother, their friends, their hobbies, their families... And without even noticing it, they started to say sweeter things to eachother, and Papyrus even started to call Mettaton "darling" back.

FINALLY! AFTER A MONTH OF FILMING. Mettaton FINALLY had an ENTIRE DAY, just to himself! Well... maybe the morning was just to himself but, in the afternoon... the two would finally hang out. Mettaton was feeling so nervous and excited at the same time. He spent the whole morning preparing himself and the ingredients for the hangout. Everything HAD to be PERFECT.

And at 5:00 PM, Papyrus arrived, and this time, he was wearing a different outfit, with a backwards baseball cap and buttoned shorts. "His fashion sense surely is something" thought Mettaton, absolutely smitten. He brought with him a bottle of wine -a brand a bit cheap for MTT's taste, but oh well, it's the thought that counts- and a little package carefully wrapped in red and yellow wrapping paper.

《-SO, METTATON WHAT HAVE YOU PLANNED FOR THIS LONG-AWAITED HANGOUT? - Well, my dear, since I know you like to cook, I thought we could try baking! And I found some great recipes on Toriel's baking blog! What do you say, darling? Papyrus's face lit up, in that way that always made Mettaton's heart flutter.》

The guest put down his gift and the wine bottle on the table next to the front door, and hurried to join MTT in his luxurious kitchen to start baking.

As soon as he showed up, Mettaton put on an happy, energetic playlist to make it even more fun.

They first made cookie dough, that needed to chill in the fridge for an hour, and then used that hour to make chocolate cupcakes, along with the vanilla and almond frosting to put on them. Then they decided to make another batch of cupcakes, orange blossom flavoured this time, with rose frosting, that baked at the same time as the dual colored cookies who's dough was done chilling.

Mettaton knew that baking would be a great bonding activity, and he was right: Papyrus was having the time of his life scooping, mixing, shaping and dancing while the ingredients baked. After two hours of intense baking, they ended up with two large platters of cupcakes and three whole trays of chocolate and butterscotch marbled cookies.

《- WOWIE, THAT WAS AMAZING, METTATON! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU PLANNED NEXT! - Well I took a page from you book, Papyrus. I hope you brought your bunny onesie~ said Mettaton with a sly smile.》

They took the platters and trays to the living room... and Papyrus gasped in excitement: The large, fancy sofas were made into nests of soft blankets and big fluffy pillows, a soft fire was purring in the heart-shaped fireplace, and MTT's extra large flat screen was opened to a movie streaming site.

As expected, Papyrus was shaking his hands quickly and happily stomping in place, while trying to conceal his screams of joy, which still came out as a high-pitched squeal. G o d  that dork was adorable.

They put down the platters and trays, and Papyrus took off his baseball cap to reveal... his bunny onesie! How????

"This time, you choose the movie, honey." said Mettaton as he left the room to get the bottle of wine and the small gift that the skeleton brought.

When he was about the enter the living room, he saw Papyrus just... casually changing in his bunny onesie. Like just getting half naked before putting on the onesie. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM. Mettaton quickly hid behind the door, already bright pink. Phew, Papyrus didn't see him. ... He knew it was very bad to do that, but... he couldn't help sneaking a peek at the skeleton, who was still oblivious. Strangely, he didn't appear to have any musculature, despite his clothes stretching over his pectorals when dressed. Wait... there actually WAS something there... BARELY visible, like made of an extremely clear glass... he did have muscles, bending and stretching as he was removing his clothes.

They were just almost invisible.

However, now that the only piece of clothing left on him was his underwear -formfitting briefs- Mettaton came to a realisation: Damn. That was a nice ass.

Once Papyrus closed the final button on his onesie, MTT finally came out from behind the door, acting as if he didn't just watched him change. Cookies, cupcakes, wine, movies and lots of pillows and blankets... the only thing left for Mettaton to do was change into his own onesie and join that handsome man waiting for him on the sofa.

One quick trip to his bedroom to change, and he was back, sitting right next to Papyrus on the sofa, in a pink fox onesie.

The movies available were alright, but they were a bit boring... oh well, that just mean that they could focus on devouring the baked goods, and they did just that. After so much work, it was so good to finally get to eat those cupcakes, which tasted surprisingly delicious, considering it was their first time making those.

The two of them ended up not paying any attention to the movie playing in the background, and instead talked about everything and anything, while munching on pastries and sipping wine.

《-OH, BEFORE I FORGET! exclaimed Papyrus. I MADE THIS FOR YOU! He fetched the little gift he brought and sat back down close to Mettaton. -Ooooh, I wonder what it is~ he said playfully. MTT carefully opened the red and yellow paper, trying to not rip it. And inside the little box was... a crocheted plushie of himself, in his box form, with his EX form legs. Dear fucking god. He didn't think he could be so DOWN BAD for this silly skeleton, but he was proven VERY WRONG. - OH MY, SUCH A INTENSE EXPRESSION! I'M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE IT, I SPENT A LOT OF TIME ON IT! Added Papyrus with a big smile. - Darling I don't like it, I LOVE IT! You made this?? - CORRECT! I TAUGHT MYSELF CROCHET JUST TO MAKE THIS FOR YOU!》 Mettaton was speechless, he just looked down at the little toy version of himself and smiled. Then he looked back up at Papyrus, his cheeks getting pink again. The skeleton was looking back at Mettaton, his face getting a deeper periwinkle by the minute.

A burning question was waiting to be asked, by either one of them... Finally, Papyrus spoke up: 《- M-METTATON... W-WHAT ARE WE? ARE WE REALLY JUST AN IDOL AND A FAN ANYMORE? - W-Well... replied Mettaton, flustered. - UNDYNE TOLD ME YOU... YOU...LIKED ME. IS IT TRUE? - Whu-WHAT?? UMM- ...M-maybeee... yes?..》 Papyrus didn't respond, but his face was speaking for him: his eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across his face.

And before Mettaton knew it, Papyrus kissed him. ...he was sure skeletons didn't have lips, and Papyrus didn't to seem have those, but, somehow... he could feel it: thin, soft lips pressed against his. His confusion was quickly replaced by bliss as he realised what was happening, and he wrapped his arms around Papyrus as their kiss was getting more intense.

Weeks of pent-up love, that they feared the other didn't feel, was suddenly unleashed in a single kiss, which rapidly turned into fully making out. (again, Papyrus apparently had a tongue that was not visible, but OH BOY DID METTATON FEEL IT-) They were pressing their bodies together so passionately that they eventually fell over on the sofa, Papyrus on his back and Mettaton on top of him.

They took a quick break from exchanging their salivas to look at eachother: both of them were panting hard, their faces blushing furiously, and, now that he could see it out of his mouth, Mettaton noticed that Papyrus's tongue was actually pretty long... ending about 2 or 3 inches below his chin. Huh. Good to know. With big grins on their faces, they kissed again, and this time, Mettaton started to undo the buttons on his lover's onesie.

Papyrus noticed but didn't stop him.

Chapter 5: All those new sensations...

(OH BOY, HERE COMES THE SMUT-)

Papyrus was unsure what was happening but he loved it: Mettaton's gentle touch caressing him like that, the feeling of their tongues coiling together, one of Mettaton's knees pressing against his crotch... All of this made his body so deliciously warm, in a way he never knew about...

But still, all of this was brand new. Too new. He pulled back his head, breaking the kiss. 《- H-HEY METTATON! - Oh, do you not want to...? Asked MTT, his hands freezing in place. - NO! UH I MEAN YES?? I MEAN... DO- DON'T YOU THINK WE'RE RUSHING A BIT? - oh uhh... right, you're right. Do you wanna stop?

"NO!! PLEASE! I WANT MORE!" screamed Papyrus's conscience. But it wasn't very wise to continue without knowing what he was getting into.

- Y-YES... he finally said. And Mettaton slowly backed away, letting Papyrus sit up.

They were both ruffled, sweaty, and still blushing.

An short awkward silence set in... before Papyrus spoke up: - I'M SORRY... - No, no it's okay darling! I'M sorry that I was rushing things... - WELL... I STILL HAD A GOOD TIME... AND... he continued to speak through small chuckles. I GUESS WE NOW KNOW HOW WE FEEL ABOUT EACHOTHER, HUH? Mettaton giggled in turn. - I guess we do, dear.》

The two of them got close and shared another, much simpler kiss.

After cleaning up the cookies crumbs, and the platters and trays, it was now time for Papyrus to go home. Mettaton walked him to his car, holding his hand, and, right before the skeleton drove off, he gave him a final kiss on the cheekbone.

Once back home, Papyrus immediately went to his room, since Sans wasn't home -he was at work at Grillby's, or more accurately, slacking off at Grillby's- and he had two hours to himself. Alone, in his room. Many thoughts rushed through his head, as every time he spent time with Mettaton.

That warm sensation in his body was still lingering a bit... and he tried something...

In his bed, he took off all his clothes off, apart from his briefs and shirt, and he started to gently caress his body, trying to recreate Mettaton's touch. He closed his eyes, and imagined that his hands were MTT's, of course it wasn't easy because his hands were broader and stronger than the robot's, but it was working... His whole body shivered in pleasure, and, low in his guts, a delightful heat was growing, along with something else...

He started to touch himself lower, and lower, as he felt his briefs becoming tighter around his crotch. He opened his eyes and saw a bulge growing in his underwear. Not knowing what to do, he simply pulled down his briefs, freeing his hardening cock. "HUH. THAT'S NEW." he thought.

It felt so... warm, and fuzzy... and he instinctively touched the hot surface of his now fully erect penis, which turned out to be much more sensitive than he thought.

He closed his eyes again and gently caressed his lower belly and cock, still picturing his hands as Mettaton's. Just that small action sent a new wave of pleasure through his body, and he continued to rub himself like that for a little while, before concluding it wasn't enough, he wanted.... he NEEDED more...

So he explored lower, under his dick, that he was already stroking faster. First, he felt his balls, and while he was fondling them, he felt something even LOWER... soft, moist folds, along with a small, sensitive nub. Curious, he slid a finger between the folds, and another one... and he started to move his fingers inside of himself, sending a shiver up his spine. The heat around his whole pelvis was getting overwhelming, but he still continued, now frantically stroking his cock, that had beads of clear orange fluid pearling at the tip, and fingering his now wet pussy. He was... so... CLOSE... Huffing and whimpering in a euphoric haze, his heart pounding, he lied on his side, arching his back and putting a third finger to the task of pleasuring his cunt... And...AND...... His whole body tensed up, and jets after jets of orange cum shot out of his dick, spreading a satisfying heat in all of his abdomen. It took a few seconds for him to finish cumming...

He wanted to do it again, he was ready to, but he noticed the mess he had just made in his bed: his sheets, his briefs, and the lower half of his shirt was stained in orange, and he spent almost half an hour exploring his body... so, it was enough for today.

He grabbed tissues and cleaned up his sheets best he could, before taking a shower. In the bathroom, he noticed something curious about his anatomy: at the base of his half-erect cock, there was a swollen knot, that was starting to calm down as his dick was softening. Afterwards, when his penis fully softened, and retracted into it's sheath, he changed into clean clothes.

And now, he was back in his room.

Still no Sans in sight... and Papyrus didn't feel like watching a movie alone...

So, he instead went on the Internet to try and get answers: "CAN YOU TELL ME WHY IS MY BODY SO WARM AROUND MY ROMANTIC CRUSH PLEASE? THANK YOU." He typed in the search bar. Sexual attraction? He looked up what that was in another tab... Oh, that makes so much sense now! And he quickly ended up in a rabbit hole of Internet searches...

By the time Sans came home, Papyrus had learned so much about his body and what was happening to it, and yet, there was still so much to understand. However, being a skeleton, maybe some things were different, concerning how his body worked compared to a human's.

The only other skeleton he knew (besides himself) was his brother, so he talked to Sans before planning dinner: 《- SANS, I HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK YOU. - yea? what's up, Paps? He replied, taking a swig of the beer he was drinking. - WHAT IS SEX? His brother spat out his beer. -... you wanna run that by me again, bud..? - W-WELL, AS I TOLD YOU THIS MORNING, I PLANNED TO HANG OUT WITH METTATON, AND I DID! I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME! BUT TURNS OUT... HE WAS DEEPLY ENAMOURED OF ME, WHICH ISN'T REALLY A SURPRISE. HOWEVER, I MIGHT... ALSO LIKE HIM... LIKE THAT. - uh-huh... said Sans, a bit cautious. Go on... - AND OUR HANGOUT TURNED OUT TO BE A DATE! AND WE WATCHED MOVIES, AND WHEN I GAVE HIM THE PLUSHIE I MADE FOR HIM, THINGS GOT...UMM... A BIT PASSIONATE. continued Papyrus, starting to blush again. WE KISSED, VERY HARD... AND HE ENDED ON TOP OF ME... AND TOUCHED ME IN WAYS I NEVER FELT BEFORE. - he  did  what. Said Sans, the lights gone from his eyes. - H-HE JUST CARESSED MY CHEST AND AND ARMS, SANS! added Papyrus. BUT SINCE I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THAT WAS GOING I ASKED HIM IF WE COULD STOP. AND WE STOPPED. - oh. Said the older skeleton, his pupils reappearing. -... SO WHEN I GOT HOME, I... UHH... AHEM... EXPLORED MY OWN BODY.... Sans looked uncomfortable hearing that. - Paps, I don't think you should be telling me about this kind of stuff. - BUT IT'S IMPORTANT, SANS! AFTERWARD I LOOKED AROUND ON THE INTERNET ABOUT THAT KIND OF STUFF, BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO LEARN! AND I DON'T KNOW IF IT APPLIES TO SKELETONS, SO I'LL ASK AGAIN: WHAT IS SEX?》 Sans looked at Papyrus with a grimace of discomfort, before very awkwardly explaining the basics of sex, as if Papyrus was a four-year-old child instead of a grown-ass man.

A few, painful minutes later, Sans thanked whatever gods did exist that Papyrus's phone started to ring.

It was Mettaton calling him. Papyrus immediately answered: 《- HELLO, METTATON! he said, beaming, despite knowing he couldn't see him. - Hello, darling! Sorry about earlier... I really was rushing things... I guess we'll stick to kissing and cuddles for now, hehe~ - IT'S OKAY HONEY! HEY, SANS IS NEXT TO ME, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY HI? Despite Mettaton making a weird noise, like a disapproving grunt, the skeleton already passed the phone to his brother (who was trying to sneak away). - heeeeeeeey....mettaton.. said Sans while putting the phone up to his nonexistent ear. The robot let out a small sigh before answering. - Hello, Sans. -..... you're not still upset about the airhorn thing, are ya..? -...Take a wild guess.》 Sans laughed nervously.

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23.5 Degrees Ep 1 - 8 Live Blogging

I've been wanting a MilkLove series since I watched Bad Buddy in early 2022 and now I finally get to watch it! I'm excited, I've liked the gifs and clips I've seen on social media. It's a regular high school drama but I can enjoy those when done well, so I'm hoping it's charming.

I wanted to watch more of this show while it was on air but it was exam season, so I avoided watching anything that was airing, but now I'll watch up to the first 8 episodes and watch the last few eps (9-12) as they air.

Ep 1 (Apr 27)

1-1

It makes me so giddy already hehe

So what is the family dynamic? Is Alpha the older sister, Ongsa's the younger one, it's their parents, and Aylin is the cousin who's living with them?

Also, I wonder if Love rode that motorcycle? it was going through narrow spaces and such

1-2

so ridiculous lol Ongsa fainted looking at Sun's face

Aw, poor loser Ongsa

leave her alone or I'll start killing you creeps

Euro's character + Sun to the rescue

omg in the comments, people were talking about how they can't believe they're at the age when the main characters are their age... meanwhile, I was like oh? 10th grade? so young! T.T I'm at the age when I'm the same age as the older BL characters because they're mostly still in uni or uni age lol

1-3

I believe Sun's family are gonna be cute and nice

smiley moon :)

oh the shadow on Ongsa's IG makes it seems like she's a guy

pls Ongsa spiraling after sending "Goodnight" which reads as flirty is hilarious

not a fan of the yelling necessarily

1-4

Aylin giving advice

loll Alpha and her friends fucking up the bullies. I saw a tiktok of this

Earth that revolves around the sun

oh noo, not shy guy Earth

I knew a lot about this episode already, so nothing was really surprising but it's cute so far! Lots and lots of space motifs

Ep 2: Universe Club (Apr 28)

2-1

I'm so confused about when people came to Bangkok, like I thought they moved here just a month ago? How is Alpha already the school president and famous in the school and stuff?

Aw, Earth isn't answering Sun's messages?

loll Earth's cuteness aggression

oh, yknow I thought they might mention period cramps or smth to cover up Earth's screaming in the bathroom in ep 1 but they didn't, so I thought maybe the show isn't gonna mention periods but indeed Aylin came to get a pad from Ongsa

2-2

yaas lesbian teachers

it's kinda funny that I've never been spoiled about this Astronomy Club curse, does it play a part in the show after this ep?

Aylin and Luna are so cute, my ViewJune !

pls not Sun talking to Ongsa about Earth

Ongsa digging herself into a deeper hole

purposefully throwing away phone into the trash is wild lmfao

2-3

bird poo T.T

ahhh "exploring space by yourself can be lonely. Want to explore it with me?" romance

pls "I'm talk to Earth" all her friends: "huh? a guy?!" lesbian Sun hehe

2-4

pls Earth having no access to a good electronic device, Sun thinking Earth went MIA and dumped her, Teacher Bambam falling down the stairs and ending up at the hospital, supposed curse strong af

more trans lesbian teachers but one of them is crazy about Astronomy Club and would withstand bodily harm to get it running lmfao i love them

2-4

yaas phone acquired

lol so cute Sun holding a grudge

loll wiggling enough to fall off the bed, reminds me of Pat in Ep 7 Bad Buddy squeezing nong nao doll to death + Tinn wiggling on his bed a few times in My School President

Aw, Chaeron and Tinh going out of their way to buy a protective amulet for Ongsa

ah, P'Ton Ongsa's ex-bf. I knew this already but if I didn't, I too would've been shocked

Also I've learned hapless means unfortunate/having no luck. I knew the word before but didn't quite know that that's what it meant

Ep 3: UFO (Apr 29)

3-1

they dated only for 3 days, i'm crying

oh lmfao that's too long apparently + he got broken up with

okay, so last year Alpha was still at this house and school? While Ongsa came for Songkran and then went back to Phuket

everybody in this fucking school is obsessed with recording everything

girl became the treasurer for gay reasons and now has to get money from ppl

these ppl gotta leave Onsga aloneeee, she doesn't even like Ton pls

3-2

I hope Mawin/Tinh happens

Alpha is younger than Ton?

oh this is the event where lots of them are at school at night and there's an Onsga-Sun hug

oww Aylin wants to meet her alien friends so bad T.T "Someone like you with many friends wouldn't understand"

pls this basketball

3-3

not Tinh broadcasting him breaking into the school like girl

please 2 instances of falling over each other onto the ground lmao

not Ton's fandom lightstick, plssss

everybody running in different directions in the school reminds me of Alice In Borderland kinda when they played Tag in that apartment but the situations are so different lol

hug

my poor Aylin who didn't meet her friend

Alien-Moon friendship

gonna take a brief break from 23.5 to watch the Alice In Borderland S2 game in ep 3/4 Jack of Hearts, guess the symbol on your collar.

mini-break to blog about AoB oops but I forgot who the jack is, I keep thinking it's the blue shirt guy but that's too obvious and the emo guy is also obvious, but it feels like it's one of them?

Ah, indeed it is one of those two and I guess it's the emo guy since they're pushing the blue shirt guy to be a more obvious Jack?

so funny when his partner kills himself and he's like whelp, I've lost my partner. Seems like I'm screwed.

oh yeah, I remember what happened now. kinda corny but sure, fun enough

back to 23.5 oops

3-4

lol Alpha giving out punishments but also doing Mawin a little favour by making Tinh his assistant

oof, losing the basketball game as expected

ah, Charoen now knows Onsga likes Sun

Ep 4: (Apr 29/30)

4-1

Charoen Immediately calls Tinh to tell him Ongsa likes Sun lmfao

4-2

ahh Sun's heart beating fast when hugging and thinking of hugging Ongsa heh

Luna (June) and her bambi pretty eyes are sooo cute

4-3

Aylin excitedly following after Ongsa when friends knock on the door aww

Sun also makes an appearance and Onsga’s brain breaks

4-4

yaas fortune tellers

I loveee how cute the "I'm going to buy water" "i'm coming with you" "annoying human Phi" "i'm coming na~" Aylin-Luna part is, I had a tiktok I liked with it

Ongsa having a sudden strike of bravery as she tells Sun's fortune omg?

"To my Sun, from your Earth" omg ?!

I hope Ongsa actually confesses and doesn't just say that she knows Earth who told her to do this or something

I think I wish that love was juuuust a teeny bit better of an actor? Make her lines seem slightly more natural cuz most people are doing well and she's doing well too but it sometimes feels like she's acting rather than being the character Sun. But it might also have to do with her character and the script giving her lines that make it feel like her sentences aren't genuine.

The show reminds me of My School President, which makes sense since they're high school shows, and this one reminds me of that one ep when they had to do the club fair and set up that "cafe" thing.

Started doing 1.25x from part 4-4, oops.

Ep 5: The Gift (Apr 30)

5-1

oof, yeah, I started watching this ep Immediately after ep 4 but indeed she says the delivery guy just left it with her rip. okay I'll do my episode stuff like reblogging gifs before I watch ep 5

aww poor Onsga ot being able to talk to Sun as her real self

5-2

Luna defending Aylin from some bullies

why are Luna and Aylin so cuteeeee

5-3

man, Sun was clearly giving you an out, why say "see you" instead of "sorry" smhh

This is so frustrating because Sun literally gave Ongsa an out but Ongsa said she'd be there (as Earth) without any plans of how to make that happen and now Sun's sad on her birthday :(

5-4

aw man Sun :(

It's just frustrating that Ongsa as Earth keeps giving Sun hope because Sun will be heartbroken one way or another because Earth straight up doesn’t exist aghhh

“It’s tough human but you must keep going.”

idk if it’s because the show is picking up or because i’m watching on 1.25x speed but it has definitely become more watchable and it doesn’t take me a whole day to get through one ep lol

Ep 6: The Apocolypse (Apr 30)

i haven't watched the previews but according to someone's post and BE podcast vibes, it seems like Ongsa's gonna get found out by Sun?

6-1

idk I'm on Dear's side like Earth is hiding something for sure (in that... he doesn't exist)

ah, I hope Mawin and Tinh comes to fruition fr

Luna's face so funny as Aylin's telling her the whole story

6-2

Luna (and Aylin) instigating lmfao I know they're tired

we know Earth is just Ongsa and she doesn't have malicious intentions but Sun, girl, you're getting catfished and your trust in Earth is misplaced, it's probably good that you have friends and seniors looking out for you lol

Luna and Aylin, I fawking love you

hold onnnn what is this mood, like I've been annoyed at the Earth secret just dragging on but ahh now Sun kabadoning Ongsa and being like "you want me to get mad?" is so fun

almost telling Sun so many times but alas

ahhh it's been like Ongsa turn off your notifs/your phone or you're gonna get caught by Sun texting you for a few episodes now and finally indeed it's the reason.

I hope Sun gets to be mad and sad and frustrated and is allowed to lash out because this sucks, and I want her to be able to show emotions other than niceness and kindness (+ some sadness at Earth not showing up to her party). let's give her some Depth but also idk... feels like I haven't seen many Angsty eps or moments around social media for this show

6-3

aw man

Sun really gave Ongsa so much opportunity to explain but like.. what even is there to explain, I guess

I think I need to gain more empathy fr because how are you as a 16 year old just... leaving without informing anybody and not picking up anybody's calls just to wallow? Tell your friends/family that you're just gonna hang out outside or pick up their calls to let them know that you're not dead even when you're going through something. This irritated me recently in I Fly Towards You the drama with the ML's younger brother as well.

I don't want Sun to get cool and be chill too fast !! Feel more angry and upset and betrayed!

"It's good that Ongsa is Earth" nooooo, not yet !

6-4

Aylin worries so much for Ongsa in this state ahh

ooof, I don't want Sun to be the one who acts normal and rational and kind and reaches out first and is understanding with little to no effort from Ongsa's end beyond wallowing in her self-pity

Sun literally having to beg and run after Ongsa to get her to talk to her, don't piss me offffff

I don't remember when this happened in the show but the people on BE Podcast were saying that Ongsa sent a photo of something from her room (her ceiling with lights?) to Sun and that's how she was gonna get caught. Anyway, the phone notifications were another massive way to get caught and seems that was the way they went.

I can't believe it took 20 minutes of show (no joke, like 10 mins of part 3 and 10 mins of part 4) before they made up and are now getting to know each other again agh. And we see so much of Ongsa's devastation but barely anything from Sun and she's the one who has to chase after Ongsa smhh It's as if Sun isn't a real character for real, she has no emotions or agency or function beyond being somebody pretty and nice who Ongsa likes.

I do get her fear and anxiety that she's a girl and Sun's a girl and she doesn't know how they could ever work it out but I think I'd be more receptive to her feelings in this scenario if Ongsa didn't hurt Sun repeatedly and then Sun have to take the initiative to patch it up.

Ep 7: The Overhead Sun (Apr 30)

7-1

lol awkward Ongsa and Sun

heh the phone screen scene

Ongsa and Sun flirting across the classroom while Chaeron and Tinh are arguing about who's a demon

plss talking about taking it slow but now Sun wants to stay over for the night and wear Ongsa's clothes while hers are in the wash

not Sun running away when asked about whether they're girlfriends lmfao

7-2

Luna and Alpha together really are just so older girls and friends lol

Ton is just so over-the-top, I'm dead. Also, I knowwww that guys will use -kha when speaking with girls sometimes to like either flirt or to idk seem social or whatever but in my head, it's usually just like oh he's a girl <3 except this time i'm like yes... Ton is indeed using -kha to batter up the girls... esp the way the translation is using honey/sweetheart/etc to indicate what his use of -kha means

heh they've successfully made Sun jealous

also, I didn't realize this stuff was in ep 7, idk why I thought it was ep 8

getting a makeup ad but it's a cute scene

7-3

pls awkward ending to the almost kiss lol

and it ending with Ongsa escaping to go home

Ton gtfooo and cant even publicly admit whether he's hitting on Ongsa smhh he's fr laying it on thick this ep

lolll the iconic scene I've seen on twitter/tiktok where Ongsa's like yeah Sun's acting weird today ig she doesn't like my makeup

"I like this team" "Me too" Aylin-Luna are gonna be the fucking death of me

7-4

loll lesbian Phi announcing she's single as PR

the friend group is sooo good at poking Ongsa and Sun lol all working together to make Sun as jealous as possible

loll possessiveness

so public

heh so Ton was indeed in on it

this was a pretty cute and happy episode, wonder what the next 5 eps will be? since the Earth this is over with and they're now also girlfriends.

It's also an endearing episode and we get to see angry/jealous Sun and I wish... these emotions were present last week so that she could properly be angry at Ongsa. whelp

Ep 8: The Starry Night (May 1)

8-1

ah, so this ep is gonna be about how to behave in a relationship and maybe working on Ongsa's self-esteem

Merit Tiffin Box just reminded me that we also used to call lunch at school "tiffin" I wonder what it means?

"Tiffin is a South Asian English word for a type of meal. It refers to a light breakfast or a light tea-time meal at about 3 p.m., consisting of typical tea-time foods. In certain parts of India, it can also refer to the midday luncheon or, in some regions of the Indian subcontinent, a between-meal snack." ohhh interesting, it was usually lunch for school but it wasn't as heavy as like actual lunch that I used to eat after going home lol

I too wonder about the appeals of kissing tbh

8-2

hehe Nida and Bambam

make a move? idk what that entails but it makes sense that Sun would want it since she was the one who chased Ongsa after finding out she was Earth + asked her to be her gf last ep as well

pls let Sun watch her action movie in peace, Enough Pausing

lol Sun's gotta be doing this on purpose aw is she nervous about kissing

hehe Sun in the bathroom

8-3

hehe now Aylin has taken to throwing paper balls at Luna

meteor shower Aylin-Luna date let's gooo

I already know Mawin's gonna be rejected cuz of a post on Twitter aughh i don't wanna watch :(

pls them looking through the little windows on the door is so funny

Ton smh making up pitiful scenarios about Chaeron in this head

8-4

watching the meteor shower in pairs you say?

Nida trying her best while Bambam's casual and oblivious plss

omg Aylin already with the I Love U in morse code ahh very fast

cheek kiss hehe

pls not Chaeron swearing at Ton

Ton, let go of her arm!!

we're not gonna get Mawin and Ton right, i'm not into them

joy and happiness that MilkLove have a pretty good kiss cuz people (including me) were afraid that it'd be awkward/dead fish

Thoughts so far:

I caught up!

The show is cute but I don't know if I did a good thing by deciding to start it when there are still 4 eps left. It's a cute high school show, which might be a better binge than watching 45-55 mins a week because it may not keep my interest. I don't know, we'll see.

I find Ongsa-Sun to be cute but I don't feel like I have an emotional connection to them.

On the other hand, I'm quite invested in Aylin-Luna and love Aylin! It's especially fun because I became Obsessed with ViewJune after seeing a few edits from 10YT of them being enemies and then friends? I was shipping them and retweeting their edits and stuff and then !! the ship actually materialized in this show, that's wild (first spotted in Dangerous Romance but idk if they even really happened there lol), especially because they weren't supposed to be in this at all (instead GeminiFourth were gonna be the side ship). I guess many people other than me were also into their chemistry in 10YT. Like I didn't even watch the show, didn't know anything about them but still was hooked on twitter and tiktok edits.

We still have a third of the show left, I wonder what it'll be about. I think I saw something about a scholarship mentioned? Going abroad?

[thepinkgiftbag]

Does anyone else’s mom criticize them for not doing enough even though you LITERALLY DO MORE THAN THEM?????????!!!!!!!!!

[crankynewt]

Life Could Be a Dream - Chapter 2

Live in Living Colour Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) slowly begins to remember their life with “Pietro” before WestView as they move through the decades, but sometimes knowledge is a curse rather than a blessing.

Pairing: Pietro (Peter) Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: WandaVision Episode 6 spoilers! Read at your own risk!

Author’s Note: Here’s the highly requested second part to Be Okay! You don’t have to read it to understand this story, but it does fill in the gap during the 80s episode and give a little more context into the reader’s mind. Also, the reader’s powers and Halloween costume are highly based off of Starlight from the boys even though I did my best to make it gender neutral, but that’s what I kinda envisioned!

(Not My Gif!)

Your hips swayed as you danced around the kitchen, the sound of The Chords’ “Life Could Be a Dream” filled the room from the record player in the corner your beloved vinyl was spinning on. Chopping pineapple for the jell-o in the bundt mold beside you, you hummed along to the familiar tune as your feet shuffled back and forth on the checkered floor.

A whooshing sound and light breeze behind you tore your attention away from the task at hand. Turning around quickly, you were met with the smiling face of your loving boyfriend, relaxing in a chair with his feet propped up against the kitchen table. His dark jeans were complimented by a letterman jacket adorning his shoulders, his shades of grey complimenting your own and those surrounding the both of you.

“My partner and their impeccable taste in music.” He smirked, arms crossed behind his head.

“My boyfriend and his faster-than-a-bullet superspeed.” You retorted, shuffling over to your man and giving him a playful smack on the leg. “Feet off the table! We’ve gotta eat here in a few hours!”

Pietro whooshed once again, this time with one hand in your waist while the other held yours, finally slowing down enough to gently rock you to the music. Life really could be a dream, and you were experiencing it first-hand.

“What is happening? Where did this come from?!” Agent Woo asked, watching the dancing couple sway as a hexagon framed the image and the words ‘Pietro(Y/N)’ shone across the screen.

“I don’t know! When Wanda recast Pietro an extra broadcast started from inside the hex and this is what the channel’s playing.” Darcy explained, taking a sip of her long awaited coffee as the end credits began to roll. “She must have somehow created another storyline for them.”

“But, wait… Didn’t somebody say that (Y/L/N) went missing before the blip?” Monica commented, pointing at your smiling face on the screen.

“Last I heard was that they got beamed up on that spaceship in New York with Spider-Man and Doctor Strange, but nobody’s seen them since.” Jimmy added, crossing his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Well wherever they were, they’re back in action.”

You woke up with a gasp, shooting straight up as a cold sweat adorned your body. Your nightmare had been something that you couldn’t believe your mind had imagined, it was so real, so dark… 

You had been on a strange planet surrounded by shades or orange and red, weirdly dressed people fighting all around you. At the centre of it all was this purple giant, a metallic glove adorning his hand as he fought the group of you away. 

Before you knew what you were doing you were rushing towards him, hand raised as a tingling feeling ran down your arm while golden light formed around your hand. But your attack was to no avail as with a clench of his fist the giant had opened a red hole in front of you and you began free falling.

“What? What is it?” Pietro grumbled, slowly waking up at your sudden outburst. He sat up as well, rubbing his hand on your lower back soothingly. 

“It was just a dream, babe.” You brushed it off, turning to face Pietro and leaning closer towards him. His eyes still held worry and a bit of disbelief as you played it off, but rather than argue, he just held you close as the two of you laid back down until sleep took it’s hold once more. 

“How much longer ‘till he calls?” Darcy whined, spinning in her chair as the boredom of watching reruns overtook her. You and Peter had just finished your ‘80s episode, meaning that the two of you had just reunited with Wanda and Vision.

“Don’t worry, he’ll call.” Monica replied, and as if on cue the name ‘Jimmy Woo’ was flashing upon her phone screen. She was quick to answer and eagerly pressed the device to her ear. “Woo? What’d your guy say?”

“Scott said that (Y/N) hasn’t been seen since they were on a planet called Titan fighting Thanos. Stark apparently told him that they got tossed in some hole he opened and they couldn’t get them back.” Jimmy explained, the sound of a car moving filling the background as he was already on his way back from talking to Lang.

“You don’t think that he sent her to wherever this new Pietro came from, do you?” Monica responded, Darcy shrugging her shoulders in response.

“I mean, it’s well within the realm of possibilities?” 

“What are you boys doing?” You called from the bottom of the stairs to where Pietro and the twins were playing some video game on the tv, laughing and shouting as they shot at each other. “Piet, why aren’t you in your costume?”

Your boyfriend finally turned to face you and your Halloween costume had his jaw quite literally dropping. You adorned a white costume with a golden star and accents on the front, meanwhile your cape was white with countless smaller stars decorating it’s entirety.

“Wow! Babe, you look… Wow!” He ogled, speeding over to you as his eyes took in your costumed appearance. He ignored your question, Wanda having to bug her brother once more for him to drag Tommy with him to make their matching Quicksilver costumes, their hair slicked up on the sides in an odd way.

Before you knew it the five of you were making your way down the street bustling with costumed kids. Pietro and Wanda were a couple steps ahead of you with the twins, you making the decision to take a minute to appreciate your domestic life while the siblings caught up.

“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro yelled as the twins went running off to fill their buckets with candy. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, however you weren’t very far behind them and neither twin was making any effort to speak quietly.

“Do you remember when we were at the orphanage when mom and dad died?” She asked, the duo stopping to talk to each other in the middle of the busy road. While you didn’t intend to stop yourself, the sudden confusion that struck your mind left you no other choice.

Orphanage? Why would Peter have ever been in an orphanage when both his parents were still alive?  Wait, Peter? Where was all this coming from?

Suddenly your life was quite literally flashing before your eyes. Getting your powers, joining the Avengers, falling through the portal to another reality, meeting the X-Men… Oh, and Peter. Your relationship with Peter came back in moments, from your first meeting to the day he kissed you after you almost died on a mission. And how could you ever have forgotten your wedding day?! 

“Peter?” You asked out loud. Whether you were calling out to the man who you now remember to be your husband or questioning the memories that you had just regained you weren’t sure.

Your sudden comment caused Peter/Pietro to scoff in disbelief and furrow his brows, meanwhile Wanda’s expression darkened as her eyes glared daggers into your head. 

“Did you just call me Peter?” He asked incredulously, but his face quickly softened as he saw the fear in your eyes. You were utterly dumbfounded, How did you get back here? Last thing you remembered was being at the school, then all of a sudden you were living in some sit-com town.

“Why doesn’t he remember me? Wanda, what have you done?” Your voice wavered, your gaze shifting from Peter to Wanda, who would have already murdered you if looks could kill.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Her eyes flashed red, meanwhile Peter was standing there as if everything around him was completely normal.

“I think you do. Don’t make me do this, Wanda.” Your eyes began glowing as well. There was no way this would be ending well.

[notasapleasure]

Doctors, series 7 episode 134, 'The Two of Us' (2006)

Joplin's second run at neverending BBC daytime soap, Doctors. It was on youtube the whole time! So maybe if I try hard enough I can find his episode in season 4 too, wish me luck...

Gary! I didn't try hard enough to find you before evidently.

Ru ro, hiding wedding ring? Or just finally getting rid of it after splitting from the woman we see next talking about how excited she is to have the baby of the guy she just broke up with...?

Guys this episode is 1. v soapy and 2. v Joplin heavy! Enjoy!

Some flowers arrive for him, aww!

Double aww he's man enough to admit he was nervous about meeting up with his ex, and he's been ticking off the weeks since they split up :')

"So what are we here to discuss...on our wedding anniversary?"

"I'm sorry, it was just a coincidence."

Holy shit lady

"Look Gary, it's just another day!"

"It's gonna take me a while to see it like that."

But he's been seeing 'Pippa' for a month or so, which really flummoxes unnamed pregnant lady,* who spills sparkling water everywhere.

*Claire

Oh my god, the supporting ladies are all dressed as pirates during their downtime. This IS 2006!!

oh dang one of them is Pippa...

lololol "That's what we came here to discuss isn't it? A permanent separation?"

Gary, tormented by ~~memories~~ wishes to sell the old flast and get a divorce. Claire still hasn't broken the baby news to him.

"I've still got some of your CDs back at the flat."

"I'm not missing any."

"Not even your Spice Girls album?"

"I never owned a Spice Girls album."

"You don't remember dancing round the kitchen to Wannabe?"

Babe, are you sure it wasn't your Spice Girls album?

He DID buy it!

Oh no, Pippa found a note on the flowers he accepted delivery for earlier: 'Dear Claire, happy anniversary, love from Gary xx'

And now Gary and Claire turn up joking about CDs!

Claire has to take a work call and Pippa wants to know...

"Has she come for her flowers?"

"Oh."

Babe.

He is a useless wet rag of a man who had a standing order with the florist and forgot to cancel it. And forgot to tell Pippa he was having lunch with his ex. Oopsie oopsie.

Meanwhile, that stress might be getting to pregnant Claire....

Man Pippa is insecure about Gary having lunch with his ex.

But y'know. He's pathetic and gorgeous so she forgives him.

Off she goes, but Claire's called a nurse to their address and Gary notices something's not right.

"Pregnant? How?"

now, sweetheart, has no one explained...?

"No one said it was impossible Gary, just highly unlikely..." (Claire has fibroids)

Ohhhhhhhh she lied and said 12 weeks and not 20!! The look of relief on his face oh no lady this is gonna bite you in the ass we're only 13.55 minutes into a 28 minute episode!

"Talk about me rushing into things... whose is it then?"

Ajsjdjjdjfff watching Claire dig this hole in real time as Gary reminds her that for years she was the one who said she didn't want kids because of her business (standard career woman vs mum conflict 🙄)

But to be fair she's also like 'what was I meant to say to every nosey fucker who asked when we were starting a family?'

Whatever Pippa's work is it seems to involve bitching about Claire with her colleague non-stop. Meanwhile Claire is telling the nurse how Gary *clearly* doesn't want kids. While Gary's making actual heart eyes down the phone to Pippa. And...not helping matters by lying to Pippa about Claire having left 'soon after you'. Are all soap characters compulsive liars??

Naturally Pippa hears voices, he says something unconvincing about the TV and her friend is listening and is gonna feed that suspicion...not least as Claire left him not vice versa.

I feel like Claire is being a real nob about Gary, assuming things about him when she never tried to speak to him about them...

He keeps putting on funny voices though, which is adorable. "She was always career-minded. ~~not the '''m0thERing kINd'''~~" ok babe way to not actually disguise your true feelings. He does admit that they were shit at listening and talking to each other so. Idk. Growth through distance?

Oooh Claire's bleeding and Pippa's at the door coz she left her keys!

Pippa is straight up batshit. Confronts Gary about Claire still being there and when he says she's pregnant and ill Pippa doesn't seem to get why he can't just...throw her out on the streets.

When he goes back up, the nurse leaves them alone and Claire, who's already been opening up about her vulnerabilities, admits to Gary it's his.

Obviously it turns out they both wanted kids hurp durp

And natch Gary *doesn't* want a divorce

And of course Claire is freaked out at the idea of staying together just for the kid because that's what made her parents miserable

But look at the puppy dog eyes

He knows the problem was they stopped talking

Meanwhile Pippa just....hands the keys back and goes

Claire! How can you say no to a man with that many shirt buttons undone?? Professing his love for you??

And now he knows Pippa's left him so he's free to badger Claire into being allowed to come to the hospital.

"I'm coming as a friend."

...as the actress said to the bishop 😏

Omg the original airing was followed later that day by Julian Clary's Who Do You Think You Are? which I must have watched...

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Rating

Dead? Nope!

Evil? No, not even a bad boyfriend!

Affects the plot? Now, I don't think Doctors operates on the basis of 'plot' so much as...placing one-off characters in situations. He's not the one with most control over the situation, but he does his best to assert himself bless.

Now, if you're into that kind of thing, I imagine he's very gorgeous. I am into the look, but the frank discussions of actually wanting a baby...not so much. Those undone buttons though! The side-lighting on his eyes! 3/5, it's good to be back in the game, Joplin fans <3

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

• • •

It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

[little-moonbeam-666]

Fatal Chemistry *Part 1*

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, masturbation

Word count: 4200

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x Camgirl!Reader

Adam stared at Ian in disbelief, as if he had misheard his friend.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, man, Y/N is great. She’ll be moving here in about a week and I promised her I’d find her a room to rent somewhere.”

Adam sighed, becoming annoyed. Why couldn’t Ian have asked him for anything else? ANYTHING but this.

“Who is she to you?” he asked, an edge to his voice.

“Y/N is an old friend of mine from school. She’s like a little sister to me. Man, I promise you she wouldn’t be any trouble. She’s clean, she’s quiet, hell… her favorite activity is reading and writing. She’s quieter than a church mouse. You’d hardly even be able to tell she was here. And money’s not a problem, whatever you want, she can pay it. She’s self-employed. But she knows that renting a whole apartment to herself would be way more expensive than renting a room from someone. Just know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.”

Adam was at a stand still. Almost everything in him wanted to scream ‘No!’ and be done with it, but there was a small sliver of… something… that was telling Adam to give this girl a shot to prove to him that not all zombies were horrible. If she was anything like Ian, maybe he could tolerate her.

After all, since Eve had died a few years ago, he had been rather lonely with nobody to talk to. He had nobody to share his ideas or interests with. He was alone. Besides Ian, who always had a positive word to say.

“What does she do for work?” Adam questioned further.

“She’s uh…. Well…” Ian stammered. “She’s a… sex worker… of sorts. A cam girl. Like she does live shows that people pay to watch. But I swear she wouldn’t bother you at all.”

Adam felt as if he may come to regret the decision he was about to make, but fuck it.

“Fine. She can rent a room here. But she better be as clean and quiet as you say she is. I don’t require much for rent, so tell her $350 a month and the room is hers.”

Ians face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Adam, thank you so much. Y/N will be so excited to know I found her a place.”

“Don’t mention it.” Adam said, no expression in his voice whatsoever. “So what day will she be here?”

“She’ll be here next Monday. Probably later in the evening ‘cause she booked an afternoon flight.”

“Great. I’ll have the room ready for her.”

“Again, Adam, thank you. I’m gonna head home so I can give Y/N a call and let her know the good news.”

Adam didn’t say another word as Ian headed out the door. Now he had plenty of time to clear out the instruments and boxes of vinyl records from the spare bedroom that he planned on letting you use.

He got up from the couch and made his way down the hall to the spare bedroom, right next door to his own, and slowly pushed the door open. He grumbled to himself, seeing the piles of vinyl records that he needed to relocate. He grumbled out a sigh along with a few choice curse words and got to work.

Meanwhile in Montana, you had just gotten off the phone with Ian after he had told you that he had found you a room to rent. And also that the guy who you’d be moving in with was a friend of his.

Ian’s description of Adam was a bit vague and you couldn’t tell too much from it. Ian described him as introverted, a musician, and a man of few words. Not much to go off. Definitely not enough to conjure up a decent assumption about the man.

You were too excited to sleep so you decided to pack up the rest of your things, which in all honesty wasn’t a lot. Just some books and clothes.

Getting up from your bed, you headed over to your dresser to begin packing up your socks, bras, and panties. And let's be honest,  you had A LOT of bras and panties due to your line of work. And you weren’t ashamed of it either. You loved your job. You got to pick your own hours, it gave you an excuse to buy cute lingerie, and the payout was great.

Your next show wasn’t scheduled for another 2 weeks, giving you time to get moved and settled into your new place. And you prayed that Adam didn’t mind your line of work or living with him might be a bit awkward. Maybe he’d actually like what you do and want to be a part of it.

That was your last thought before you realized you had several empty drawers and all the previous contents of them folded neatly on your bed, ready to be put in an empty box. You smiled at a job well done, deciding it was late and that you needed to head to bed.

The next Monday came before you knew it. That day you had managed to tie up any loose ends you had in Montana and by late afternoon you were at the airport with your several suitcases of belongings. Detroit was only a few hours away!

The flight was quiet and gave you time to relax and really think about the fact that you had a new home now. Now that you thought about it, you really didn’t know all that much about Adam. Ian gave you the bare minimum information and told you that he trusted him and apparently at the time, that was good enough for you.

Your thoughts were still racing as you got off the plane and gathered your suitcases. You were nervous and excited and honestly just ready to meet your new room mate.

The lights of Detroit were a blur as a cab drove you past downtown, so far out that there were hardly any lights. Most of the houses looked abandoned, and the ones that had lights on weren’t very well kept.

Well, Ian did warn you that it was out of the way and your neighborhood was quiet.

The cab finally came to a stop in front of a large house, dim lights shining from the inside. You double checked the address on your phone and matched it with the metal numbers on by the front door. This was it. Your new home.

You quickly paid the driver and grabbed your bags from the trunk and watched the cab turn around and drive back towards town.

When you turned back to the house, you had time to really take it in. It was old and falling apart, but you could tell it had character. The yard was a bit overgrown and it looked like there was a privacy fence around the back.

A sudden movement caught your eye, causing you to look up. The silhouette of a man stood in the window of the 2nd floor. He quickly disappeared once he saw you.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the front door. Before you even had a chance to knock, the door swung open revealing the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. This must be Adam. He was barefoot, wearing black skinny jeans and an ancient maroon colored robe that hung open, revealing his pale chest and stomach. You had to keep yourself from staring too long.

“Hi, you must be Adam. I’m Y/N.” You said, giving him a small smile.

“Come in.” he said quietly, reaching to take 2 of your heavy suitcases, bringing them into the house like they weighed nothing. 

You grabbed your remaining suitcase and followed him inside and shut the door. He didn’t say another word and made his way up the stairs with your things, so you followed. You had to watch your step once you made it upstairs, boxes of what looked like antiques, books, and records lined the halls. You followed Adam to a room at the end of the hallway before he set your things down and turned to you.

“This is your room. Bathroom is down the hall to the right. Kitchen is downstairs. It’s not stocked, so you’ll have to fend for yourself.” he stated simply. You nodded your head in agreement.

���Thank you.” you said, giving him a smile. He just gave you a nod before turning and walking away. 

You made your way into the room, noting that it was larger than your old bedroom. And there was a king size bed which was also nice. It would work well for your shows. Your walls were a dark navy blue wallpaper, patterned with golden floral designs which you admired greatly. You would have to properly thank Adam for letting you live here with him.

You moved your suitcases to one side of the room by the huge ancient looking dresser and decided to go find Adam. As soon as you stepped out into the hall you could hear the sound of a violin echoing through the house. You toed off your shoes, kicking them into your room before following the pretty sounds. 

Eventually you found what looked to be like a makeshift living room, littered with wires and cables running across the floor and instruments everywhere. Adam stood at one side of the room, facing away from you, the violin placed under his chin as he played. You leaned gently against the door frame, listening to the sad, haunting sounds coming from the instrument. After a few minutes of listening in awe, the music stopped. He didn’t turn around, but he spoke.

“It’s not finished yet. Can’t seem to find the right way to end it.” he said.

“Well it’s beautiful. I loved it.” you said, making your way over to the curved pink couch in the middle of the room.

You watched as Adam silently put the violin back in it’s case. He came over and sat on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as he possibly could, not saying a word. The silence practically echoed in your ears but it gave you a good chance to really look at him. 

His wild black hair, his perfectly straight nose, chiseled cheekbones. His eyes were stunning. They were a golden yellowish green color in the right light. Your gaze wandered to his slender neck down the hard planes of his chest and stomach, exposed by his robe hanging wide open on either side of him. Your stare lingered on his abs and the trail of dark hair that led down into his pants. You could feel your heart beat faster at the naughty thoughts that popped into your head.

Adam chuckled to himself, catching your attention.

“Thank you, Adam.” you said quietly, hoping to drop the fact that he’d just caught you openly gawking at him.

He turned his head to look at you.

“For what?”

“For letting me live here. I really appreciate it.” you clarified. He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah. Ian likes you, so I figured you couldn’t be that bad.”

“I promise I won’t be any trouble to you.” you said sincerely. He didn’t say anything, so you decided it would be best to go back to your room and unpack.

You got up, bidding Adam goodnight. All you got in response was another nod of his head.

2 weeks passed and you and Adam grew closer. He grew to trust you. There were some deep intellectual late night conversations. And sometimes you’d stay up a little later to listen to him play something on one of the many instruments he owned. The two of you had formed a bond. He was a man of few words but you appreciated that. You could just co exist and nothing had to be said.

It was finally time for your first show since moving. You moved around your room, grabbing anything you might need.

Your outfit for the night was a black velvet set with lace trim and a black silk robe to go overtop.

Looking at yourself in your vanity mirror, you smiled as you applied a coat of clear lipgloss over the nude pink lipstick you wore. You were finally ready.

Meanwhile in the room next to yours, Adam could hear you greeting your viewers as you went live. This was your first show since moving in so he had never heard you before. His vampire hearing allowed him to hear everything you were saying and doing as if you were in the room with him.

As your words became more explicit, he managed to mentally block you out. And he was able to keep that block up for a while and focus on the book he was attempting to read. Until he heard it. A long, strung out, pornographic moan accompanied by the buzzing of a vibrator. His cock jumped at the sound. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you. You were breathtakingly beautiful, even for a zombie.

 Adam hated that he may just be developing feelings for you. You were always so enthusiastic about the music he made. He loved the way you’d sway along to whatever song he was playing, a smile on your face. Your laugh when he’d make a joke sounded so bright. He hated these feelings and thoughts about you. He was a vampire and you were a zombie. It would never work.

Your voice caught him off guard. You were talking to your viewers… about him. And your words were far from innocent.

“My new roommate is so fucking hot… Oh fuck! God, when I watch him play guitar all I can think about is his long fingers and how I bet he could finger me so good. Mmmm and don’t get me started on those tight ass skinny jeans he wears. Literally doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, his cock has to be huge. Oh god, and he has no clue that I touch myself every night wishing he was fucking me. Fuck, I wish he was fucking me right now.”

Adam couldn’t believe what he’d just heard you say. You really thought about him like that? You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you? He had to do something about it… right now. He could hear your moans and whimpers rising in pitch and he knew you were close.

He got up, wearing nothing but his skinny jeans, and made his way to stand in front of your bedroom door. Was he really about to come into your room while you were on live? He thought about it for a second and decided it was now or never.

He slowly pushed your door open, revealing the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen in his 500 years.

Your laptop was placed on a stand at the foot of your bed, letting your viewers see everything. You were sprawled out on your bed with your head thrown back, your hair a halo around your head, and your legs spread wide giving Adam the perfect view. Your panties were pulled to the side, giving you access to your most intimate parts and the cups of your bralette were pulled down, letting your breasts become exposed. One of your hands held a vibrator directly on your clit and the other was pinching at one of your nipples.

Adam wanted so badly to walk over to you and please you himself, but you were still on live. So he opted to just lean against the door frame and enjoy the show. And by the desperate sounds spilling from your lips, you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut and your hips bucking wildly against the vibrator.

Adam gently cleared his throat, just loud enough for you to hear. Your head snapped up and you looked directly at him, eyes wide in shock. You were about to pull your hands away from your body but he shook his head ‘no’ at you and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you to continue.

You glanced at your computer, noting the comments section was now filled with questions about what just happened. You smiled and leaned back again, pressing the vibrator harder against  your clit, moving it in circles.

“Oh my god, guys, my roommate literally just walked in and he’s watching me from my doorway. Fuck, I bet he heard me talking about him.” you moaned out, looking at Adam. He smirked and reached a hand down to rub at the bulge in his pants.

“Oh fuck, I need to cum!” you squealed, rubbing the vibrator vigorously against your aching clit. You glanced at Adam, wanting his permission. He nodded his head and mouthed the word ‘cum’. 

Your orgasm washed over you, making your legs shake violently and your eyes roll back. You turned off your vibrator and tossed it to the side. You could feel the sheets beneath your ass were sopping wet. Your eyes went wide as you realized what just happened. You fucking squirted. You had never managed to do that before. You wanted to be embarrassed but you were too exhausted. 

You sat up and made a show of  keeping your legs spread so everyone could see your puffy glistening folds.

Holy fuck, Adam had never been so turned on. He waited for you to bid your goodbyes to your viewers and shut your laptop before approaching you.

“Adam, I’m so sorry, I never meant for-” you started, but you were cut off by Adam’s lips on yours, silencing you. You smiled into the kiss before he gently pulled away.

“No apologies, love. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” he said gently before leaving your room and heading to the bathroom.

The sound of the water running while he was in the bathroom gave you a moment to process what just happened. Adam had heard you. He came over to your room. And he watched you masturbate while thinking about him. And you enjoyed every second of it. Holy shit.

Adam came back a moment later with a warm damp washcloth.

“Lay back.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You did as he said and laid back on your pillows. You watched as he gently pulled your panties down your legs and then used the washcloth to wipe off your inner thighs, moving his way up to your now very sensitive pussy. You spread your legs a little to give him more room. You didn’t miss the smirk on his face as you did so.

He gently wiped the remnants of your orgasm from your skin, the washcloth nudging against your over sensitive clit, making your hips jolt from the contact.

“Mmm Adam.” you gently moaned, spreading your legs a little further apart, your lower lips separating on their own and exposing your still swollen clit. You knew you would be overstimulated but you didn’t care.

“We shouldn’t. You’re too sensitive to actually take me right now. But if you want, I can give you one more. But you have to promise me you’ll get some rest afterwards.”

You nodded vigorously, your eyes wide with lust as you watched Adam set the washcloth down on your night stand. You could feel yourself becoming slick again at the thought of Adam making you cum. Your mind was too clouded with lust to think about the consequences.

“Bra off, love.” he ordered and you quickly complied before laying back down.

Adam got on the bed next to you, laying down on his side so he could watch your face as he pleasured you. He lifted his hand and gently placed it on your breast, gently squeezing before letting his middle finger slowly rub over the hardened tip, making you whimper.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me.” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You heard him inhale deeply before he let out a feral sounding growl.

“Adam, please!” you begged as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The sensation sent jolts straight to your throbbing cunt.

“What do you want, Y/N? You have to use your words.” he said, continuing to abuse your sore nipple before switching to the other.

“Fuck, I want…. Ohhhh….. I want you to play with my pussy.” you said, making Adam smile.

“Oh I’ll play with your pussy, baby. Would you like my long fingers that you like to stare at while I play guitar…” he started, letting his hand skim down your stomach, stopping at your hip bones. “Or would you prefer my tongue?”

You groaned thinking about his fingers. You’d imagined what the long digits would feel like inside of you. As much as you wanted him to lick and suck at your throbbing core, you already knew your answer.

“Your fingers! Please!”

Adam chuckled, letting his fingers graze lightly over the top of your pubic bone.

“Mmm I thought so.”

He let his finger trail down to gently trace down the seam of your pussy. You spread your legs further apart and bucked your hips.

Adam quickly maneuvered your leg closest to him to rest over top of his legs, holding you open for him before moving his hand back to your dripping slit, letting his fingers slide between your folds to caress your hole, but never dipping inside. He could feel you clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by him.

He tested the waters, dipping the very tip of his middle finger into you before pulling it out. You whined at the loss. Slowly he pushed it back in, pushing in further than he did before, all the way to the second knuckle. He set a slow pace, pulling out before pushing back in until he’d worked the entire length of his finger into you.

You looked over, catching Adams' attention. You reached up and curled your fingers around the back of his head, pulling him down so you could kiss him. He slowly inserted a second finger beside the first, stretching your walls and making you moan into his mouth. His tongue danced with yours as he sped up the pace with his fingers, curling them slightly to drag against your g-spot.

Adam pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as he began to piston his fingers in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed. Your eyes shut as you embraced the pleasure flooding through you. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me!” he encouraged, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck.

Just as you were about to cum, you turned your head in his direction. Adam pulled his head back to look at you, but what you saw must have been a trick of the light or the pure euphoria that washed over you in that moment. For a split second, it looked like Adam had fangs. You barely had a half a second to think about it as your orgasm came crashing down, your walls squeezing Adams fingers.

Your eyes were screwed shut from the intense pleasure and when you opened them again the fangs, or whatever you saw, was gone. It was just normal Adam smiling down at you. As you gazed up at him, he gently withdrew his fingers from your still pulsing core and brought them to his mouth and slowly sucked your juices off of them.

“Adam…” you mumbled sleepily, halfway embarrassed from watching him taste you for the first time.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” he said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Adam… what just happened… we just…” you stuttered, not knowing the right words to say. You literally just got finger fucked by your roommate of 2 weeks and he’s acting like it’s completely normal.

“I know, baby. We have a lot to talk about, but we’ll talk tomorrow evening. Rest, darling.” he stated.

As soon as you shut your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted. Your eyes snapped open and you realized that Adam was carrying you out of your room.

��Where are we going?” you asked, sleep lacing your voice.

“My room.” He said as he stepped out into the hallway and turned into his room. It was dark, like your own and the bed was just as big with black silk sheets.

He gently laid you down on the silky sheets before pulling the comforter up over you. You were about to sit up and complain about being alone when you saw him unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to the ground. You quickly averted your eyes, noting that he went commando. You felt the bed dip beside you and saw that he was crawling in bed next to you.

He reached his arms and pulled you tightly against him. Your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. Your immediate response was to wiggle your ass against him, but as soon as you started, he gripped your hips, holding you still.

“Adam, I…”

“Y/N, you promised me you’d sleep. Now rest, darling.” he said, burying his nose against your neck. You did as you were told and shut your eyes, falling asleep in Adams arms.

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[pies-writes-and-more]

the first time saying I love you p. 2

Warnings: nothing! Maybe some swearing but all fluff!

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Toru, & Tsukishima Kei, all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much @livy384​ for asking for a part 2 of this idea!!! I was so excited to see someone wanted to see more of one of my headcanons haha. So here you go lovely!! A big thank you as usual to my inspiration babies @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ <3  Also I’m sorry I know Oikawa’s is shorter than the others but I’ve never written for him or thought about writing for him so i’m so very sorry if it sucks xD

pt. 1

Iwaizumi Hajime Who says it first: Neither of you

It was supposed to have been a really cute date - Iwaizumi had remembered you telling your friend that there was a market near by that you’ve always wanted to go visit, but never had anyone to go with. Naturally, Iwaizumi tucked that information in the back of his brain and planned.

It was a Saturday and Iwaizumi had somehow managed to get himself away from practice, making you smile wide when he asked if you wanted to spend the day together. You knew he felt a little bad lately, being so busy with volleyball, and as much as you never blamed him for it, you were happy to be spoiled with his presence. When he started walking you towards the market, your eyes went wide, looking at all the cute stalls that you wanted to visit and the items you wanted to check out.

“Iwa!” You grinned up at him, shaking his arm excitedly. “How did you know I wanted to go here?”

He just shrugged and gave you a smile, patting your head gently, “Let’s find some cute things for my cute girlfriend hm?” You beamed and happily took his hand, the two of you going around to each stall.

There was too much to look at honestly and you wanted nothing more than to carry bundles of everything home. Iwa managed to sneak away from you for a second while you talked to a stall owner, picking out a necklace for you and holding it close to his chest for a moment, just thinking of you. Meanwhile, you managed to find a beautiful lucky charm to give him for his next game. He never really needed it but you always liked the gesture of being the one to give it to him anyways.

It was a perfect date so far.

And then Oikawa showed up.

“Iwa!” He grinned, waving from afar. You laughed, realizing that Oikawa had most likely followed you guys here. You never minded him tagging along on your dates (though the girls that followed him were sometimes a bit extreme), but Iwaizumi on the other hand... never seemed too happy to see his best friend.

Iwaizumi groaned loudly, annoyed at himself for casually mentioning that he’d be bringing you here this weekend, “Why are you here?” He grumbled, glaring at his friend as he made his way over.

Oikawa just pouted, “I just wanted to make sure you were being nice to Y/N!”

“When am I ever mean to Y/N?”

“I dunno, but you’re mean to me and I’m your best friend so I just assumed it was how you show affection,” Oikawa chuckled and gave you a wave, “Are you two having fun?”

You nodded and glanced around at all the other stalls you still wanted to visit, “There’s so much to look at! Are you looking to get anything, Oikawa?”

The boy just smiled and looked around, “I dunno, I’ll have to look around some! What did you two get?” He asked, nodding at the little bags and packages you were holding.

“Oh! I found this cute little decoration for my parents’ kitchen,” you explain, showing off some of the little knickknacks you found. “I wanted to find some sort of accessory for myself. Maybe like a barrette or a bracelet,” you admitted, eyes drifting away again as if you would be able to find something from where you were standing.

“Like this?” Oikawa asked, peeking into Iwaizumi’s bag and pulling out a little jewlery box, opening it to see the necklace that Iwaizumi had bought you.

“You asshole! Give that back!” Iwaizumi’s eyes went wide, realizing he had had his eyes locked on you the whole time you were talking because you were just so cute, he hadn’t even noticed Oikawa practically pickpocketing him.

Oikawa’s bottom lip just stuck out again, huffing and holding the item farther away from his best friend, “Why are you so mean? If you bought it for her, shouldn’t you give it to her? What, were you just going to let her buy something else for herself and waste her money?”

Iwaizumi’s whole face was red. He didn’t want to yell out his whole plan to the market, let alone to Oikawa when you were standing right there, laughing at the whole encounter.

“Stop being so shy, Iwa,” Oikawa cooed, smiling as he looked at you, “I’m sure she thinks it’s really cute that you buy her things to show her you love her!”

“Shittykawa, please shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi glared at his friend, still trying to grab the box away from him.

“Aw don’t put words in his mouth, Oikawa,” you giggled, smiling up at your boyfriend and his friend, “I think he just does it cause he’s sweet.”

Oikawa noticed the way you were so quick to dismiss his words, glancing between you and Iwaizumi, completely confused, “What do you mean?”

“Oikawa, I swear to god, please go before I kill you,” Iwaizumi was practically clawing his hands up to Oikawa’s neck, his whole body feeling flustered.

“Iwaizumi, did you tell her you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your friends? It’s okay! She can know I know! It’s not like you don’t talk about it all the time.”

“Talk about what?” You asked, growing more confused as the conversation went on.

“About how much he loves you! He talks about it all the time with the team!” Oikawa beamed, finally letting Iwaizumi grab the jewelry box from his hands.

Your eyes go wide, looking over at Iwaizumi, who seemed suddenly very concerned over kicking some dust on the ground. His whole face was red, eyes looking literally anywhere but at you.

“You love me?” You squeaked out nervously.

“No! I-I mean, yes but- hang on,” your boyfriend groaned. He had the whole thing planned out, he had wanted to tell you a whole speech about how much he loved you and now that whole plan was absolutely ruined.

Oikawa’s body froze as he watched the two of you, sheepishly laughing, “Oh... I spoiled it didn’t I? That’s what the necklace was for hm?”

“Shittykawa, if one more word leaves your lips-” Iwaizumi huffed, punching his arm with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Iwa! I didn’t mean to spoil your first love confession! But honestly, I’m such a big part of your life, maybe it’s better this way-” Oikawa grinned, obviously trying to lift up some of the tension.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not gone by the end of it, I will literally bury you alive.” There was something different about this death threat, a growl in Iwaizumi’s throat building with his anger.

Oikawa’s smile tensed and he just turned to you with a little wave, “I suddenly remembered I have to be literally anywhere else but here. Have a nice date! Please convince him not to kill me!”

You had never seen Oikawa dash away so quickly, his figure gone almost immediately after waving goodbye.

Iwaizumi seemed so angry, all you could was offer a small smile, “You okay?” You asked softly, touching his arm gently.

He seemed to relax a bit at your touch, sighing and just turning to look at you, “Yeah. Please don’t listen to anything he says. He’s literally an idiot.”

You smiled shyly, rocking on your heels awkwardly, “So... you don’t love me then?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened immediately, shaking his hands in front of him quickly in denial, “N-No. I mean. Yes. Just don’t listen to him. But yes, I love you.” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to watch your eyes. “Unless you don’t love me back, then we can just pretend none of this happened,” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but giggle, pushing his arm playfully, “You idiot. Of course I love you.”

He blinked in surprise, staring at your face and trying to make sure you weren’t just joking with him, “Oh. Well in that case, this is for you.” He handed you the small box holding the necklace, watching as you open it to find a small pendant of your favourite animal. “The heart ones just seemed so cheesy,” he admitted with a shrug. “But I hope you think of me whenever you wear it.”

Your heart literally grew three sizes, this boy was being so cute and sweet. You nodded up at him happily, still admiring your new necklace, which was exactly what you had hoped to find at the market, “I will.”

He whispered another “I love you” to you as he helped clasp the necklace behind your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind and sending a tingle down your spine. 

He said “I love you” to you every hour after that - if his surprise was going to be spoiled, he was going to spoil you with those words over and over again, never wanting you to forget how he feels about you.

Oikawa Toru Who says it first: You

Oikawa was literally the worst person to study with - he was always so distracting. How could someone who barely looks at his notes during your study dates be in Class 6? He was always busy with volleyball anyways, so how was it possible that he had any other time to do work?

“Hurry up and finish your work so we can go do something fun,” Oikawa hummed with a smirk on his face, having already finished his homework. He refused to let you look at his answers, or even help you, because “how are you supposed to learn, Y/N?” Smug ass look on his face how rude. “I might just have to go on some adventure on my own while I wait for you to finally finish.”

You just roll your eyes and mumble something about hating him making him laugh.

“Aww, is someone pouting?” He teased, ruffling up your hair happily. “I’m sorry, baby, I just love looking at your cute concentration face!”

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him playfully, “You’re refusing to help me because you want to look at my face? Take a picture why don’t you.”

“I already have,” he beamed, showing you the new background for his phone. You did not look the least bit attractive in your opinion, but Oikawa was smiling so happily at the photo, how could you argue?

“You’re an idiot,” you mumble with a huff, scribbling a half-assed answer on your sheet of paper.

“Aw come on, Y/N,” Oikawa smirked, sliding closer to you and tilting your chin up with a singular finger so you were forced to look him in the eyes. “You know you love me,” he teased in that fake sultry voice of his.

Normally, you’d just get a bit flustered - there was just something about those bedroom eyes of his eyes that made you squirm. But here, just sitting here with him and realizing that even when he took ugly pictures of you, this perfect pretty boy still wanted to be with you... you realized there wasn’t a single person you’d rather be with right now. Or ever.

“Ya you’re right,” you smiled up at him, pulling away from his teasing look and turning back to your homework. “I do love you.”

The expression on his face was probably photo worthy and later, you’d wish you had snapped a picture of it. The utter shock was enough to send all the blood flying out of his face, a nosebleed soon ensuing.

“Oikawa! Are you okay?” You asked with wide eyes, rushing to get tissues.

“F-Fine! I’m fine!” The fact that all the blood was rushing to his rosy cheeks probably wasn’t helping his nosebleed, only making it flow faster.

The two of you laughed when his bleeding was under control, Oikawa blushing enough to look like a marker colour, “You can’t just say stuff like that to a guy, Y/N! That’s so mean! Teasing me like that.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him for a moment before saying, “Teasing? What do you mean? I meant it, Oikawa, you idiot.”

His eyes would just widen and suddenly homework wasn’t all that important anymore.

“Oikawa! it’s due this week!” You insisted as he dragged you out of the house, your hand firmly held in his.

“Too bad! We’re going for ice cream!” He declared with a grin. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too. Idiot.” His smile was as wide as ever but there was a genuine love in his eyes as he looked at you, soon leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

But don’t worry, later he’d help you with your homework. As long as you said “I love you” to him one more time.

Tsukishima Who says it first: Him

Tsukishima says he loves you in actions more than he does words at first, throwing you snacks that he carries with him specifically for you, when he notices you getting hungry. He’ll bring an extra hoodie or wear one when he knows he’ll get too warm for it, because he knows you like to be comfy and warm. He offers to come over and study with you when you’re getting nervous over a test, holds your hand and squeezes it gently if he notices you getting anxious over something, and he walks you to and from home every day.

He loves you. And even though you can feel it through his actions, you weren’t quite sure if he was ready to hear that you loved him too.

Honestly, you would’ve been fine just going about your relationship the way that it was. But of course, what good would having upperclassmen in his volleyball team be if they didn’t annoy the shit out of him and talk about your relationship?

Tanaka had been going on and on in the club room about how badly he wanted a girlfriend, pouting to himself because he was still unsure of how Tsukishima, a salty brat, managed to get a cute girlfriend like you before he did.

“God it must be so nice to have someone to hug and hold hands with and tell them ‘I love you’ every five seconds! If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her leave my presence until she knew how much I loved her!” Tanaka was saying, Noya nodding aggressively in agreement.

Tsukishima’s ears perked hearing this, pulling his gym shirt over his head as he got ready to head home for the night.

“How did you do it, Tsukishima?” Noya asked randomly, a grin on his face. “I bet you’re secretly super romantic aren’t you? You got her flowers and chocolates and stuff huh?”

“How did I do what?” Tsukishima asked flatly, glancing back at them. The second years shared a look and then looked back at him, both tilting their heads simultaneously.

“How did you first tell Y/N you loved her,” Tanaka explained, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tsukishima’s eyes move away from them. “Wait a minute, you haven’t told her yet?”

“Tsukishima! You asshole! Don’t you know how lucky you are to have such a cute girl on your arm? Always doing cute things for you like that time she made you a bento box? Or when she comes to our games and always cheers the loudest for us?” Noya’s yelling was soon turning into a tearful whine, still upset that he didn’t have these things that Tsukishima did.

The blond boy just tried to turn away, packing up his things as his upperclassmen moaned.

“Tanaka, Noya, leave the boy alone,” Sugawara scolded. “I’m sure Tsukishima’s going to tell her on his own time! Aren’t you, Tsukishima?” His voice was so sweet, as if he was only trying to help him out, but Sugawara’s eyes told a different story - one where he was really trying to pry an answer from the first year.

All eyes were on him once again and Tsukishima was silently wishing he had left earlier without getting dressed. The question loomed over the club room like a raincloud, pressure on Tsukishima’s answer building the more the silence lasted.

“Sure,” he answered finally before leaving the room, shifting his bag on his shoulder slightly. He hadn’t really thought about it before. Why hadn’t he told you yet? He knew he loved you, it’s not like he was an idiot in denial over it. He had spent a good year in denial but he wouldn’t admit it. He knew he loved you but why hadn’t he said anything yet?

The idea of telling you made his whole face feel hot but why? It’s not like he hadn’t sent you songs about love, or watched those sappy romantic movies with you and thought about you the whole time. So why hadn’t he said it? It was just three words after all, wasn’t it? Three little words.

There you were, waiting for him again outside of the gym. You had that cute little smile on your face that you always had whenever you caught his eye. He loved that smile.

“Ready?” You asked happily, him holding out his arm for you slightly and you link yours with it and just look up at him with those gorgeous eyes. He loved your eyes.

“How was practice?” You asked as the two of you walked and he told you all about how annoying Hinata and Kageyama was, you always laughing when he expressed his annoyance. He loved your laugh.

At some point while you two were walking home, Tsukishima felt himself stop. He could feel Tanaka and Noya’s words starting to get to him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach making him feel... different. He knew if he didn’t say it now, he never would.

“Tsukishima?” You blinked up at him, noting the way he stopped so abruptly. “Are you okay?”

He took a breath - if you were going to reject him, that would be fine. Everything would be fine. No it wouldn’t, he heard that little voice in his head say. What the hell would we do without you?

Despite his conflicting thoughts on the matter, Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to silence them as he managed to get out weakly, “I love you, Y/N.”

You just stood there for what felt like forever. Why weren’t you saying anything? His heart fell a little as you just stared at him, your face not betraying any of your emotions.

“What?” You squeaked.

He sighed frustratedly, unsure if you were trying to give him a way to go back on his words, or if you were really this deaf. “I love you,” he repeated himself, his voice louder and firmer this time. If he was going to get rejected, it wouldn’t be because he backed down. He would make sure of it.

But soon your lips were curling into that smile that he loved, your eyes were sparkling up at him, and a giggle fell from your lips, “I-I love you too, Tsukishima!” You beamed, hopping a little where you stood in excitement.

He couldn’t hide how happy that made him. His lips turned into a smile and he reached up to pat your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “Alright, stop looking at me like. It’s late, we should get you home,” he told you, scolding you as if you had been the one to stop first.

But it didn’t matter. Because Tsukishima Kei said he loved you and those were the last three words you had ever expected him to say, even though you had felt the same all this time.

For the first time ever, Tsukishima actually took the advice of his upperclassmen and made it his promise to himself that he would never let you leave his sight without telling you “I love you”, even if it had to be over text because he wasn’t quite ready to say it in front of everyone else yet. But he would tell you over and over again, because even when he was annoyed at you or in a bad mood, Tsukishima loved you and he didn’t ever want you to think otherwise.

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[study-coffee-chicago]

Seasons of Med: Season 5 & Seasons of PD: Season 7: Necrotizing Fasciitis Scare (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I am going to get you to understand football at this game come hell or high water," Jay told you as you said that you really didn't understand anything about football while Kevin tried to hook up the tv. Kelly threw Jay the football and Jay caught it.

"Hell or high water, huh?" you asked. "Did you just turn southern? Isn't that a southern phrase?"

"I can say whatever I want, thank you were much. Now catch." He threw you the football and you caught it easily.

"Kelly, I can't promise this is gonna be a good throw, so be ready to move," you told him as you threw the football to him. He had to jump to the left and jump high to catch it.

"Y/N, you suck at this," he laughed.

"I know."

"Jay, teach your sister how to throw a football, will you?"

He threw the ball back to Jay.

All of you were currently at Soldier Field to watch the Bears' game on a Friday afternoon. Will was originally going to go with Jay and you were going to study for your biology class, even though it was summer. You had decided to take a summer biology class so then you wouldn't have to deal with it during the fall and winter semesters when you'd be drowning in homework with other classes...and you figured you could do this one in the summer because you had heard horror stories of how hard this specific professor at CCU was. Luckily for you, Will was a doctor and could help you understand those damn diagrams that always gave you trouble.

Anyway, Will was going to come, but he got put on the schedule last minute, so Jay dragged you here even though you didn't know the slightest bit about football. Hell, you didn't even have any Bears gear to wear! Jay had given you one of his hats to wear with the promise that he'd get it back.

"Y/N!" Hailey yelled to you. "Wanna run to Mama Garcia's food truck with me?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"Hailey," Jay whined. "I was just about to teach her how to throw a football."

"Halstead, if she doesn't know yet, I'm sure you can wait a few minutes. Now, I need my Spanish-speaking Halstead to come with me."

You had taken AP Spanish last year and had gotten a good enough grade on the AP exam to give you twelve college credits. This was partly thanks to Mama Garcia. You had been studying in her restaurant one night when you asked her a question about a tense. She explained it and then said that if you ever wanted to practice speaking Spanish and make some money at the same time, that you could work or her under the table. You took her up on that offer and your Spanish improved immensely.

Once you got up to the window of the food truck, you ordered a big batch of tamales in Spanish and then translated how much it was to Hailey. Then, you and Hailey went back to Jay and the rest of all your brother's first responder friends.

Kelly was yelling at Stella, Hailey, and you not to break into the tamales before the burgers were done, but you all didn't listen and each grabbed one out of the box.

You were in the middle of eating yours when you heard a scream.

You went towards the scream along with Jay, Natalie, and Kelly, but Jay made sure you stayed behind him. But, this didn't block your entire view, though.

You looked down at this man's leg. It was red and it looked like there was a giant gash on his shin with puss, blood, and flesh coming out. Things were moving underneath the skin. He was seizing and he kept saying BRT.

It was all too much. You took the Bears hat off.

"Y/N, I need you to get away from this. Whatever this guy has, I don't want you to--"

Jay didn't even finish his sentence before you vomited into that he had let you use, using it as a makeshift bowl for your puke.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side after you finished emptying that tamale you had started eating into his hat.

"You done? You good?" Jay asked.

You coughed and then wiped your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about your hat. I just- I don't like blood and that was nasty."

"I know. I think everyone's going to Med, so we'll run to the bathroom so we can throw away my hat now and you can rinse out your mouth. I think I have gum in my truck."

"Okay. Be glad I had the smart idea to puke into that hat, though. Or else it probably would've gone on you."

"Yeah, but I lost a nice hat in the process," Jay said as he rolled his eyes and you two made your way towards the bathrooms.

***

"It's necrotizing fasciitis," Will said. Everyone looked at him with a blank expression.

"Flesh-eating bacteria," you supplied.

"Wow, where'd you learn that, Short Stack?" Will asked.

"Can you not call me that? I'm eighteen! And, I learned it by watching Untold Stories of the ER."

"Junior doctor on our hands I think, Jay. And, you're still shorter than me and Jay so I can call you that, thank you very much."

"After her puking just at the sight of that, yeah, no way she's becoming a doctor," Jay said. "Anyway, the victim?"

"Right, sorry. Your victim had necrotizing fasciitis, more commonly known as, as Y/N said, flesh-eating bacteria. And, don't worry, it's not contagious. Only about four in a million people get it each year," Will explained.

"So, how do you get nec..." Kelly trailed off, not knowing the correct pronunciation.

"Necrotizing fasciitis. It enters through a break in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis. It--"

"The epidermis is the first layer of the skin," you said, reciting something you had learned in your biology class.

"Yes, it's the first layer of skin. But, as I was saying, it would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was," Will finished after your interruption.

"I can't open a case file without a crime," Jay started, "but I'll see if I can run prints and check traffic cam footage. Maybe make out some sort of ID."

After a few minutes, everyone's panic had died down and you and Kelly were sitting down next to each other. He was trying to explain football to you even though you really couldn't care less. Meanwhile, Jay was about to make a phone call when Will motioned him over.

"Yeah?" Jay asked.

"You or Y/N have any contact with the victim? And, if you did, do you or her have any breaks in the skin?" Will asked, clearly worried about his younger siblings.

"No, we didn't have any contact. Just had Y/N puke in my hat I let her borrow," Jay answered.

"Okay, good. But, as I said, necrotizing fasciitis is rare, so you two should be fine. I gotta get back, but call if you find out anything on the victim."

"Will do. Remember to wear your gloves." Will rolled his eyes. "What? You just said it enters through breaks in the skin."

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

***

"Hey, I'm leaving," Jay told you around noon the next day, poking his head into your bedroom while you stared at your lab lectures, trying to remember all the diagrams and pictures you'd need to help you identify body parts on your next lab practical.

"Okay, I'm going to the lab around 2:00 to study. That way I can actually see that stuff as I'll see it on the lab practical," you told him, not even looking up from your notes.

"Okay, be safe." He picked up Beary, who was leaning up against a pillow next to you, in a graduation gown and cap outfit. "Beary, can you make sure she takes breaks?" Then, his voice changed into his baby voice, what he always pretended was Beary's voice. "Oh, yes, Jay. I'll make sure she takes breaks while you're gone."

You laughed and reached out and took Beary from him. "Get outta here, you goon."

"Love you, too!" Jay called as he left your room.

You fixed Beary's cap and set him down, remembering when you got the outfit for him as you stared at diagrams.

"You ready, graduate?" Jay asked as he knocked on your door.

"Jay, I swear to God if you call me graduate one more time..." you said as you opened the door.

"You'll what?" he taunted.

"You know what, I don't know, but you won't like it. Are my bobbi pins noticeable?" you asked, referring to the bobbi pins you had pinned down to keep your blue graduation cap in place.

"Nope. You're good. Ready?"

"Ready."

You walked into the kitchen, to be met with Will. And behind him on the kitchen table was a vase of blue and white flowers, which were your school colors, and Beary leaning up against said flowers, wearing a blue graduation cap and gown. Just like you.

You laughed. "I cannot believe you guys."

"Hey," Will started, "Beary got a little backpack on your first day of kindergarten. Only fair that he gets a cap and gown on your graduation."

"Did you use the gift card from Mom?" you asked, referring to the one you had found in the letters to each of you that Will had found when you were cleaning out your dad's house after he died.

"We did," Jay confirmed. "Now, I need you to hold Beary in one hand and hold this picture." He handed you a photo of you with your little backpack on and Beary with his that your mom had taken of you on the front porch on your first day of kindergarten, right before Jay had surprised you by coming home from deployment early.

"Why do I need both?" you asked curiously.

"I saw this thing on Pinterest--"

"Wait!" Will exclaimed. "You have a Pinterest?"

"No," Jay scoffed. "But Hailey does. And she sent me a picture of something she thought you should do for your graduation pictures. You hold up a picture of you on your first day of school when you were little while you're wearing your cap and gown and then I take a picture of you. Since Beary was in that picture, I thought he could be in this one, too."

You grabbed Beary and allowed him to take the pictures. Now it was time to tell the news to your mom and dad.

***

"You won't believe what Will and Jay decided they just needed to get me," you said as you stood in front of your parents' headstone with Beary hidden behind your back. Will and Jay were over by a big tree talking amongst themselves so you could have some privacy. You pulled Beary from behind your back. "They got me a cap and gown for him because they said it was only fair because Beary got a backpack on my first day of school. And, since it's my last day of school, he should get a cap and gown, too.

"Also, which one of you called Will and Jay graduate all day on the day of their graduation? Because Jay won't stop calling me that and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Pretty sure it was you, Mom."

You sighed. "I wish you guys were here. Jay told me all about how you made him a special breakfast when he graduated and then went out for lunch before the actual graduation because the senior all-nighter was after. I don't know where we're going for our senior all-nighter, but I hope it's not boring. I've heard that a few years ago, some kids said theirs was super boring. I really don't want that. But, I'm glad that I could convince Will and Jay not to be chaperones for whatever my senior all-nighter is. I love them and all, but they can be a bit too overprotective at times.

"God, you guys should be here. Dad, I know you weren't the best, but you were trying. And, I'm sure if Mom was here, she'd make sure you behaved, because Mom would say it was a big day and that you couldn't be arguing with Jay." You laughed. "I can only imagine what it would look like with Jay on one side of you, Mom, and Dad on the other and you scolding both of them for fighting. Then, they'd both probably sit back and cross their arms. And, because of this, you'd probably say that I'm your favorite child."

"Alright," Jay laughed as he and Will made their way back to you. "I think it's time to go. We don't want to miss your graduation."

"You know none of us really care about the ceremony, right?" you asked, blinking back tears so that you wouldn't mess up your makeup.

"We know. It's mostly for the parents...or in your case, brothers," Will said.

You pulled out four flowers, two blue and two white, which you had taken from the bouquet that Will had placed on the kitchen table back at home, from the pockets in your dress underneath your graduation gown. "Give me one more minute."

You placed two flowers, one of each color, on top of your Mom's name and your Dad's name on the headstone. "I thought you two should have some, too. They're my school colors." You wiped your eyes as you felt a few tears prick them. "Remember to clap for me from heaven when I walk across that stage, okay?"

You took a deep shaky breath and turned back around. Will wrapped an arm around you as the three of you walked back to Jay's truck. Beary hung from your hand. In three hours, you'll have graduated high school.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was the coffee shop you worked at. And, no, it was not the one in your apartment building. But, Jay and other members of Intelligence did sometimes come in there to pick up coffee for them and the rest of the unit. This was only because they knew they'd get the friends and family discount since you worked there. But, they usually tipped you well, so you didn't mind.

Your manager asked you to come into work because someone couldn't come in. As much as you needed to study for your biology lab practical, you needed money for college more. And, you could always go to the lab tomorrow to practice for your lab practical. You also had Will. What good was having a doctor in the family if not to help you with your science homework? So, you decided to pick up the extra shift making coffee.

***

"Voight," Hank Voight said as he answered his phone.

"Hank, it's Wallace Boden. I need you to come down to the CCU science lab right now."

"Why?"

"Because Severide just told me that the victim at Soldier Field yesterday kept chanting BRT. This place is owned by BRT Labs. And, there was a fire set."

"You're thinking arson? You know we don't investigate that, Wallace."

"I know. Office of Fire Investigation is already on it."

"But, you think that the victim yesterday and the fire today could be connected?" Voight asked.

"I think it's highly possible. All I ask is that you come down here, maybe take a look inside, do some interviews, stuff you normally would do."

"Alright. I'll grab Halstead and Upton and we'll head down there."

"Thank you."

Voight hung up his phone and turned to his team, all of whom were knee-deep in paperwork after taking off yesterday to see the Bears game...which they didn't even get to see in the end. "Chief Boden needs some of us down at the CCU lab. There could be a connection--"

"Did you say the CCU lab?" Jay asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, Halstead, Upton, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. We'll let you know if we need you or you need to look up information here." Voight looked to Jay who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Halstead, we're going."

"Y/N's at the lab."

"It's Saturday," Hailey pointed out. "There's no classes on Saturdays."

"She said she was going there to study for a test. Oh, God. What if--"

"Jay," Hailey said as she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to call or text her on the way there. She'll be okay. C'mon, let's go."

"Atwater, come with me," Voight said. "Just in case Jay's gotta go."

***

You finally took your fifteen-minute break after being swamped for a good half hour straight. Who knew so many people wanted coffee at four in the afternoon? The first thing you saw were seven missed calls and texts in all caps. They were all from Jay.

"What the hell?" you muttered as you pressed Jay's contact and brought your phone to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. "Why are you--"

"Where are you? The firefighters said they haven't seen you come out yet," he rushed out.

"I'm at work. What firefighters? What are you talking about, Jay?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"You're at work?" Jay asked. "I thought you were going to school to study?"

"I was. But, then my manager called me in. Why? What happened?"

Jay felt so much relief wash over him that he almost fell over in the grass on the CCU campus. "There was a fire in the lab."

"What? Are my friends okay? Did anyone die?" you rushed out. They weren't totally your friends, more your classmates, but you figured that was the easiest thing to call them.

"As far as I know, there weren't any fatalities."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good."

"Just do me a favor: next time your plans change, text me."

"I can't promise I can remember that."

"Figures. But, I gotta go. Stay safe."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Jay yelled and threw his phone on the couch just as you entered your apartment after finishing your closing shift at the coffee shop.

"What?" you asked as you shut the door and then set your keys down and took off your hat.

"Hailey's in quarantine," he told you. "And it's all my fault."

"What? It's your fault? How'd it even happen? Why are people being quarantined?"

"Turns out that necro thing isn't as rare as Will told us."

"Jay, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh, there were a bunch of people at an apartment building who got the disease, so Will and others are there looking for a thing that somebody says they saw spraying the building. Could've been this exterminator person was trying to poison people in the building," Jay told you. "And now everyone in the building is quarantined at Med."

"And Hailey was in the apartment building...?" you asked, not knowing what this had to do with Hailey.

"I had her go to a house to talk to someone who was in the lab the same time as the victim. She, uh, the girl Hailey was talking to, fell over and she had the infection and Hailey touched her.

"Hailey had a hangnail or something—at least, that's the info that Will got from Natalie, and Will passed it on to me—so now she's in quarantine at Med. If I wouldn't have told her to go check out the lead, then maybe she wouldn't be in quarantine right now."

"Jay," you started, "you can't blame yourself. If it wasn't Hailey, it would've been you. Then you'd be quarantining at Med right now. And if it wasn't you or Hailey, it would've been someone else from Intelligence and then they'd be in quarantine right now."

"How did you get so mature?"

"Trauma."

Jay's expression immediately changed. "What? Y/N, if you need someone to talk to, I can get you that."

You laughed. "Jay, chill. It's a psych major joke...even though I know I really shouldn't be joking about trauma no matter what."

"Okay, good. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I mean, I guess. What are we watching? And, I'm gonna make popcorn, too."

"Okay. We can watch anything but Contagion," Jay told you.

"What's Contagion?"

"It's about this virus that breaks out all over a city...much like what's happening now."

"Oooh, now I want to watch it."

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

***

"Hello?" you said into the phone the next afternoon when Mama Garcia called you. Jay was out working the case, Will was trying to find a cure for this bacterial strain, and Hailey was out of quarantine because she was cleared by Natalie. So, Jay wasn't blaming himself anymore.

You quickly spoke Spanish with Mama Garcia and she asked if you could come in because they got a huge catering order last minute and she needed someone to man the cash register while she helped in the back making the order. You agreed and made your way to Mama Garcia's.

***

You were busy working the cash register and speaking Spanish with the friendly customers when you started hearing yelling outside, something about MS-13. You excused yourself and made your way to the back where Mama Garcia was working on tamales.

"They're saying something about MS-13 out there," you told her in Spanish.

"I'm going to need you to say that in English, chica," she told you. "I think you said it wrong because you just mentioned MS-13," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"No, they're saying crazy stuff," you began. "They're chanting that you're part of MS-13. You can't hear it?"

"It's loud back here. Maybe I'll hear it if I go to the front."

She came to the front with you where some customers were leaving the building through the side entrance to get away from the mob. There weren't any customers left in the little restaurant anymore.

"Dios mio," she whispered.

There had to have been at least two dozen or more people outside all yelling and saying that she was to blame for the bacteria. Some even held signs. Some had guns or sharp objects.

You pulled out your phone. "I'm calling--"

You stopped when you heard a crash. You barely had time to register what was happening as the Molotov cocktail flew through the window and shattered everywhere, lighting the place on fire and sending shards of glass everywhere, some ending up lodged in your leg as you screamed in fear and pain.

***

The men and women of Firehouse 51 got a call of a public disturbance at Mama Garcia's. As they pulled up, they saw the Molotov cocktail fly right through the front window towards you and Mama Garcia. Casey started barking out orders and everyone sprang into action.

You were inside and the smoke was getting thicker. Whatever they made this out of actually worked. You pulled your shirt up to your nose and mouth to try and stop inhaling it, but it didn't work very well.

You had been in front of Mama Garcia at the time it was thrown through the window, so you took most of the glass shards. This caused you so much pain that it was hard for you to move through the kitchen and to the door to get out.

"Fire department! Call out!" you heard Stella yell as you kept trying to walk toward the back door.

"Here!" you yelled.

"Fire department! Call out!"

"Back here! Help! Help!"

You heard heavy footsteps coming toward you and then you saw a firefighter and you felt a hand wrap around you.

"Hang on. You're gonna get out of here." Stella. "Casey," she said into her radio. "I need some help in here. Female victim, trouble walking, in the back in what looks like the kitchen."

"Copy. Coming in, Kidd."

About thirty seconds later you were picked up and told to close your eyes. You did, and it was only when you finally got outside, did Truck 81 realize who they had rescued.

***

Will was currently working in the lab trying to find an antidote to this terrible outbreak. But, something about Dr. Seldon was suspicious. He wasn't a detective like his younger brother,  but he still trusted his gut.

Dr. Seldon hadn't noticed that Will was still in the lab when he started pouring chemicals into the samples. Now Will knew something was most definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" he asked loudly, startling Dr. Seldon.

"Oh, these are contaminated samples," he answered easily like he had rehearsed what he was going to say.

Will pointed directly at him. "No. You know what? You need to stay right here."

Then, Seldon threw a punch and Will caught it easily. But, then Seldon hit him again in the stomach. In the split second that Will was doubled over, Seldon picked up a microscope and cold-cocked Will right over the head, causing him to fall to the ground as everything went black and he clutched his bleeding head.

***

Hailey was now back in the bullpen after being quarantined because she got checked out and everything was fine. She had to tell Jay to stop apologizing and that it wasn't his fault he had gotten into that mess.

"That's a blue hat, right before 2:00," Ruzek said as he looked at the security footage.

"Wait, I know this guy," Jay started. "He works at the CCU lab." His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He's with Will. We gotta go now!"

As Jay was sprinting out of the bullpen, his phone started ringing.

"Man, your phone!" Adam yelled.

"Just let it go to voice-mail!" Jay yelled as he ran down the stairs, not knowing that it was Casey calling him to let him know that they had pulled you out of a fire and you were currently being treated at Med.

***

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up a few hours later. You didn't know if it was the meds the nurse gave you to knock you out so she could pull the shards of glass out of your body or if it was from a combination of smoke inhalation and tiredness. Whatever the reason, you were awake now.

You turned to see your brothers and were very confused to see that Will was holding an ice pack to his head and Jay looked like he had gotten new stitches in his forearm.

"The hell--" You roughly cleared your throat. "The hell happened to you two?"

"We found the guy," Jay told you. "But, not before he cold-cocked Will over the head with a microscope."

"Who was he?" you asked.

"A professor at CCU. Dr. Seldon."

"I've heard of him. I think he only teaches graduate classes though, so I'd never end up being in one of his classes anyway. I'm assuming he's not teaching anymore?"

"Not a chance in hell," Jay confirmed. "If he wants to teach, he can teach all the other prisoners at Stateville."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, you know him," Will began. "He's always putting other people's safety in front of his own like the idiot he is." Jay thought about smacking his older brother upside the head but decided against it only because he had just been hit in the head. "He decided that he'd rather be infected with the bacteria instead of the people in a conference room where Seldon was. So, he cut himself."

"You what? Do you have the bacteria?" you asked as your eyes widened in fear.

"No, I don't. Hailey shot in there to distract him and then I disarmed him. Will came in with the antidote anyway, but luckily we didn't need to use it."

"If Hailey got paid overtime every time she saved your ass, she'd never have to work again."

"Tell me about it," Jay agreed.

"Now, what happened to you?" Will asked. "Casey told us you were at Mama Garcia's?"

"Yeah, she called and asked me to run the front since she needed to be in the back to help work on a catering order. I went in and an hour later, there were all these protesters outside calling her a member of MS-13 and saying she started the outbreak."

"How?" Jay wondered. "Mama Garcia's like the sweetest lady alive."

"I don't know. Because people online are crazy? And then someone threw a flaming bottle of something through the window."

"And that's how the glass got in your leg?" Will asked. You nodded. "Well, the good news is that Maggie told me the damage was artificial. The reason you passed out was because of smoke inhalation. They gave you some oxygen and you're good to go once you're ready."

"Then why don't I have one of those nose thingies in?" you asked.

"A nasal cannula?" Will chuckled. You nodded. "It's because you slept long enough with it on that your oxygen is back up. And, the paramedics gave you oxygen, too. That's why you don't need it. Your levels are back to normal."

"Oh. Okay."

"You want your discharge paperwork?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Jay's gotta fill it out."

"Nope. You are not a minor anymore. So, you get to fill out your own paperwork."

You groaned as he handed you the clipboard with the paperwork on it. Now you knew why both Jay and Will hated paperwork so much. There was so much even for one little thing!

"You know, I think since you've achieved frequent flyer status at Med," Will began, "that Beary needs a hospital gown, too."

"No! Don't you dare!"

"Just write it down and give it to her for Christmas," Jay joked. But honestly, when it came to that bear and presents, you never knew if either of them was joking or not.

Everything seemed back to normal at that moment: Jay and Will joking about your Build-A-Bear, you and Jay constantly being in the hospital for whatever reason and life. Life was back to normal after this crazy weekend that had everyone in Chicago on edge and you couldn't be happier.

A/N: Idk how I feel about this one. There was so much going on in that crossover, that it was hard for me to figure out what I wanted to focus on...so, it turned into a shorter imagine. Anyway, thank you guys so, so much for reading! I also start my new job tomorrow, so updates might be a little less frequent (one or two a week, depending on how long the imagines are and how much I have to work). Anyway, please like/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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