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Inventing the Abbotts (1997) Pat O'Connor

[artistmonkee]

Hey! So sorry to bother you but I saw you were active and I am CRAVING young justice season one content so I just wanted to send In a couple of request

1) roy being like an older brother (but not actually related) to the reader and getting her to do dumb shit with him

2) Any of the original 6 x plus sized reader

3) Artemis x insecure fem! Reader

4) Kaldur x suicidal reader

5) any of the original 6 x reader with and eating disorder

6) m'gann x badass reader

7) dick x Abused reader

8) wally x self-harming reader

9) platonic original 6 and reader who's insecure

10) platonic original 6 and reader who's being abused

Thank you for your time and I hope to see your writing soon (also could you make the reader not have powers)

Young Justice members x plus sized!reader

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Kaldur/Aqualad

•I feel like Kaldur would love his s/o no matter what body type they are. In fact I think he enjoys having a plus sized s/o!

•I think naturally because he is atlantian he is naturally cold blooded so he's Cold all the time. He can mostly handle the coldness but sometimes he just really needs the body heat. Thankfully your there to provide him that (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

•I think he would be confused if you ever told him you were insecure of your weight (or looks for that matter) because he naturally finds you perfect and doesn't see anything of you that you should be insecure about (although he doesn't get why people would get insecure of something that's apart of them anyway) so he remind you of how perfect you are and it shouldn't matter what other people think. Then lightly scold you for thinking negatively of yourself.

"Kaldur? What are you doing?"

Kaldur looks at you from his position next to the fireplace. He blushes slightly from embarrassment of you catching him trying to warm up while having a heavy coat and warm sweatpants on. "Sorry. I was just trying to warm up." You chuckle at his apology and pat the spot next to you on the couch. "Come here, love." He shyly comes up next to you on the couch. He sits and you immediately pull him into you, wrapping your arms around him into a tight warm snuggle.

He tenses at first, but slowly eases into you and your warmth.

He wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing as all the tension and aches in his body dissipates from all the missions he's had to do recently.

"I love you,Kaldur"

"I love you as well, s/o"

Wally

•Like Kaldur he doesn't care what size you are, as long as you love him and shower him in kisses daily you're good!

•He shares his love of food with you. If you're a baker/ cooker, bonus points! You both could be in the kitchen cooking up all sorts of stuff just to make for a movie date or for a group hangout! It brings you closer together.

•Now don't get me started on if you were ever insecure and tried to cut back on eating. "I'm sorry I'm just not hungry." " … Who are you and what did you do with my s/o."

•But for real you try being insecure with this man and he will point out every flaw you thought about yourself and point out that it's an "imperfection" he loves.

"Hey! Those were my cookies" you joke as he stuffed his face with the cookies you just made. "I'm sorry! But they're just soooo good! I can't help that I love eating anything you make." You blush and wave him off to the lounge room where all the movie stuff was "Go pick out a movie for us while I get the rest of our snacks ready!"

He chuckled at your embarrassment but complied and headed to the lounge.

"Anything for you sweet cakes!"

Conner

•Conner I don't think would even notice that you were plus sized because he really doesn't focus on appearances. As long as you accept him, he'll accept you.

•I think it would take him a couple of months into the relationship to realize that you get insecure about your weight mostly because he doesn't know a lot of things to begin with and is honestly new to most things in this world.

•So it would probably take him finding you crying in your room and you explaining why to him to figure this out.

•At first he wouldn't get why you would be insecure in the first place before realizing that this is similar to how he felt when Kent rejected him for being just a clone of him instead of accepting him as family (I resented Kent for awhile because of this(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) )

•He would then comfort you by holding you and telling you you're perfect and you shouldn't change for anyone. Of course there are times you would do this for him after an encounter with Superman but that's for another time.

"s/o? Are you in here?" His eyes widen when he hears the cries and sobs of his partner coming from her bed. Immediately he rushed to the bed and pulled the covers from over you thinking that you were hurt.

He looks at your disheveled face and his heart breaks. He scans over you to make sure you're not hurt while you try to hide yourself from him, not wanting him to see you like this.

He sighs in relief not seeing you hurt anywhere. However, that doesn't calm his racing mind of why you're upset.

"S/o what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asks in worry, cupping the sides of your face so he can look at you. As he waits for you to answer he wipes your cheeks as the tears slid down them. Nervously you avoid eye contact and instead focus on the big S on his shirt. "I-I just…… it's just so hard. Everyday I go to school I get picked on for my size and I just can't help but look at the mirror and see how right they are about me. I can never fit certain clothes and some clothes that are supposed to make you look and feel good it just…. Doesn't" you stop as the tears well up and slide down your cheeks again, another sob threatening to come from your throat.

Conner's frown deepens as he hears this and it hurts to see how lowly you think of yourself when you're like a goddess in his eyes.

He can't help but see the similarities between you and him about being accepted. Whether by society or by someone close to you.

He slowly crawls into bed with you, gathering your sobbing figure inso his arms and bringing you under the covers with him. You instinctively curl into him for comfort and you feel his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever known. It doesn't matter what size you are, or what your skin color is, or what clothes you wear. All that matters is that your you and you should never change yourself for someone."

You sniffle as a blush comes to your face from the compliment. "Thank you, my love. You don't know how much this means to me. I love you."

"And I love you,s/o"

Dick Grayson

•Listen, listen. Your big spoon. Now there is no secret that he wasn't exactly tall nor very muscular and there's no doubt that you were the tall one in the relationship (until he hit his damn growth spurt) but I would feel like he would try to be big spoon but give up and just let you hold him.

•I feel like he would spoil you rotten with gifts, whether if it's comfortable clothes, snacks, or desserts he would get it for you.

•He's very perceptive and smart so if you were feeling insecure or sad about how you look or about your weight he would know way before anyone else. He would listen to you rant and would try to do something about how you feel. If it's because of someone talking down on you then he would use the power of being a Wayne to his advantage. Full on pulling up at your school in those black van things and having Alfred come along (Because Alfred loves you because you always compliment his cooking and even give him pointers on things.) And put on a big scene of how you're his partner and if anyone messes with you he won't be afraid to do something about it.

•But if it's because it's how you're feeling on your own then he'll offer to do something like sparring or going on a jog with you to help you blow off steam and see if you wanna keep doing that.

"Hey sweets!" You turn at the sound of your nickname. Only one person calls you that…. "Dick?! What are you doing here?!" You question him as he casually strolls up to you and wraps his arms around your waste. "Oh nothing! Just wanted to pick you up today and take you on a date." You look at him, your eyebrow twitching with annoyance once you realize what he's really doing as you watch him side eye the girls and guys that were picking on you for your weight the other day.

"Dick!" you whisper harshly, trying to scold him for using his fame and popularity to intimidate and scare your bullies. And what's worse. Is that it's working.

You roll your eyes as he leans up and kisses your cheek before pulling you back to the car that he pulled up in. Alfred steps out and opens the door for you both. You then notice he is also eyeing your bullies. You feel yourself flushing red from embarrassment but don't have time to indulge on that as Alfred greets you before Dick pulls you into the car.

The door closes and you watch Alfred head to the front of the car. You turn your head to the little maniac you call your boyfriend and sigh.

"You know you love me." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm starting to question it now…" you pause. "But this is why I love you, dork" you chuckle.

He smiles lovingly at your smile and laugh and responds back.

"I love you too, sweets"

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I am finished! Thank you for asking me to do this because I had a lot of fun writing this!

And I will work on Artemis and Meghan for a separate one. I will also do the rest of these and will hopefully get them done soon! And if you don't mind I kinda combined 2 and 9 because I felt like it and it kinda matched. I am a big girl so I know the insecurities that come with it (but Aphrodite is helping me overcome these insecurities so I am working on it).

Also do not be afraid to ask for more stuff in the future because I will gladly do them. I However do have school and clubs so I might not update as often as I would want to. And if you want I can draw you oc's for fandoms. Just ask and give me details of the characters that you want me to do and I'll do it.

Anyway imma hit the hay because it's 12 and I'm running on 5 hours of sleep and I have archery tomorrow!

[magic-spirit26]

AU Suggestions

Hi everyone Arhi the hedgefox here so this will be new of the blog which are AU suggestions I haven’t said anything about this yet but now I amSo I’ll be taking AU suggestions for my ocs and I’ll list the resent ones below so you can suggest one for me to doMy ocs from the Sonic universe but they are hybridsJake the jaghog (Jaguar and Hedgehog)Danny and Xavier the bunndog twins (Dog and Bunny)Kelly the hedgehogGabe the HedgehogIan the hedgekidna (Hedgehog mix with one I can’t pronounce correctly but it’s a hybrid)Arhi the hedgefox (Fox and hedgehog)Zozo Lucifer (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Lucy (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Isa (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Jack & Nick (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox children)Alex (Mix of 4 characters)Alice (Sil x A)Stacy (Sil x A)Raven (Son x A)Ace (Sha x A)Max (Sha x A)Linda MacyLily CollinMaxwell BlueMaxy  and Macey the hedgebunny (Hedgehog and bunny) Hodarr Zabus Taylor Kai Arhi the Dog Amber the bunny Alex the rabbit Dominic the Rabbit Jessica the Dog  James the Bunny  Max the wolfMikel the catAmanda the hedgehogAce the werehogJack the werehogMaddison the werehogMaddox the werehog Max the werehog Ian the werehog Mike the werehog Micale the werehog Jim the werehog Angel the werehog Zamen the werehog Josh the werehog Nick the werehog John the werehog Kim the werehog Jay the werehog Stacy the rabbit Miranda the dog Jaquinn the hedgehog Kayla the dog Oliver the dog Amilia the cat

Owen the hedgedog

Emma the hedgehog

Olive the rabbit

Angela the hedgedog

Pam the rabbit

Jason the wolf

Jonny the fox

Mason the rabbit

Grayson the cat

Ava the Dog

Conner the hedgehog

Lucas the Hedgehog

Jake the hedgehog

Aaron the hedgehog

Pat the hedgehog

Mat the dog

Jade the hedgehog

Kade the hedgehog

Jema the hedgehog

Kacey the cat

Jeremiah the hedgehog

Kenny the hedgehog

Ken the hedgehog

Melody the cat

Ortensia the hedgehog

Bob the hedgehog

Cole the hedgehog

Opal the hedgehog

Bobby the hedgehog

Chris the hedgehog

Janus the hedgehog

Jackson the hedgehog

Jacob the Hedgehog

McKayla the wolf

Eli the hedgehog

Jin the hedgedog

Layla the dog

June the Dog

Sam the dog

Rosey the rabbit

My exes and others: MS.exe Arhi.exe Danny.exe Xavier.exe Needlefox Isa needle Gorge Spirit Garry Spirit Len Spirit Jake Glitch King Glitch Alice Spirit Gabriela Spirit Ash Spirit Glitch Coby Grown Zosia Way Dallas Grown Maddox Way Marcus grown Mack Grown Ian Way Angela Way Gabe Grown Nick Way Sam way Owne Grown James Grown Jax Way Susan I. Speye and Linda I. Speye (Twins Identical) Karter Spirit Leo error Cristy Curse Cail Curse Ben Magic Kai Chaotic Malissa Chaotic Macey Chaotic Len Magic Nick Needle Nikky Magic Max Grown Sally Spirit Isaac Magic Samuel Spirit Angela Error Alice Needlefox Eil.exe

Olivia.exe

Backroom oc entities: Anti-gravity jack Ava Isaiah Ghost Sam Demon kitty Spider boi TV man Rainbowy Dreamcore ocs: Austin woodlock Tomas Woodlock (Resent character) tick tock tim/tom blind Emily rabbit Tarry Henry dream Kenny the robot cat Sana the robot rabbit Creepypasta ocs: Lexi Wolf Lost Exe Lost Alex Grey Elizabeth Morningstar

Cuphead OCS:

Cuponna

Cherry Mocha

Green tea

Chocolate mocha

Strawberry Calypso

Orange Jamaica

Black tea

Batim ocs:

Emily

MHA ocs:

Trinity

Macy

Lucy

Danganronpa ocs:

Leo Komaeda

Lucky Komaeda

Roy Komaeda

Lily Komaeda

Roy Hinata

Jim spirit

Jessica Hinata

Sally

Dexter

Cassandra Kamukura

Katy Kamukura

Conner Spirit

Xavier Kamukura

Rosy and Cane

Vanessa Naegi

Sam Spirit

Samara Spirit

Isaac Komaeda

John Spirit

Cortney Naegi

Luna Naegi

Tim Spirit

Lessy

Madoka Magica ocs:

Kocho

Animals:

Carter

Lily Jackquin

MVA ocs:

Susie

murder drones ocs:

R

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A

Z

O

Eto

Eli

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Magic Spirit and Blare Spirit

Tai Kai

Macy Harkquinn

Jake

Casella Tarisa

Marcus June Keller John Keller Zen C. Akuma/Damien C. Akuma Zane B. Akuma Mr.Akuma Mrs.Akuma Leon Spirit Amilia Magic Azrail L. Zozo Thomas Quinn A lot more down the line  So here’s a list of all ocs Yes you can ask me to make your ocs into this as well or draw the actual character them selves Please have a good day/Night or afternoon

[mochegato]

Capturing a Dream

Chapter 12 – That Holds In the Pain

Chapter 1     Chapter 11

“Is that… IS THAT ONE USING A YO-YO!”  Marinette whisper screamed to Adrien.  Her head was just visible around the corner of the warehouse they were hidden behind, observing the robotic henchmen that the Toyman had fashioned into marionette looking dolls.

Adrien poked his head around the corner just above hers and grimaced.  “Yes, I believe he is.”

“That little… that… How dare he!” she seethed, glaring at the robotic marionette. “You can’t just… you can’t just steal someone’s shtick like that.”

“Apparently you can,” Adrien commented, turning back to the rest of the Team.

“I feel like this is a personal attack.  Using marionette dolls, using a yoyo… what did I ever do to this guy?  I’ve never even been to Metropolis before,” she groused. “Usually I’ve at least met someone before they decide to harass me.”

Adrien scoffed.  “No you haven’t.  With villains, I’d say it’s about half and half.”

“You get harassed a lot?” Conner asked.

“It’s not uncommon.  Paris will do that to you,” she shrugged.

“What the hell is up with Paris?” Wally asked in confusion.

“Nothing… anymore.  You know, doesn’t really matter right now.  How’s it going?” Adrien asked Robin.

“I’ve almost hacked into the security cameras,” Robin answered quickly.  “And done.” He moved slightly so the others could gather around him to look at his phone, which was precariously linked to the security camera wires running outside the warehouse.  He flipped through a few screens before stopping on one with a view of the marionette henchmen waiting in the main section of the warehouse.  He angled the phone for them all to see it.

“Oh, that's...” Marinette started.

“That's a lot,” Conner finished for her.  It was definitely more than they could handle without using superpowers or super suits, although if they could distract Marinette and Adrien, they might be able to get away with it.

Robin noted an estimate of how many there were in the warehouse and continued flipping through cameras.  After a few more he stopped again.  “That your friend?”  He tilted the phone toward Marinette and Adrien.

Adrien nodded.  “That’s her.”

Marinette grabbed the phone, almost dislodging the wires connecting it to the security system.  “Is that a play pen?  Are you kidding me?  What the hell is this guy’s problem?  I kind of get the toy inspired henchmen, I mean, if you’re called the Toyman, it makes sense, but a play pen?  Really?”

“Mentally disturbed is kind of a prerequisite for most villains,” Wally pointed out.

“Hey, can we get a still of that, please?” Adrien asked as politely as he could.  “For… scientific purposes?”  He gave Robin a huge grin.

Wally chuckled and shook his head, but Robin gave him a cold stare.  “Oh come on, you’d do it if it were one of your best friends,” Marinette rolled her eyes. “How are we going to make fun of her for the rest of her life about this if we don’t have pictures?”

“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Adrien nodded sagely.

Robin huffed.  “Can we focus please?  We’re supposed to be trying to save your friend.”

“Right,” Adrien nodded, letting him change the subject but pouting internally.  “Anyone have any ideas?”

Marinette turned back to the marionette sentries. “They're all robots, right? Being controlled by one guy, we think?”  Her voice was distant, as if she was still in thought.

Conner did a quick scan of the area.  There were only two heat signatures.  From the security cameras, those had to be the Toyman and their friend.  “Yes,” he confirmed.

“Electronic, right?” she continued, more quickly this time. She turned to them with a glint in her eyes that Adrien immediately recognized.  Conner stared at her for a few seconds.  He’d seen that look before.  It was familiar.  He knew it meant something good.  He just wasn’t sure why he knew that.  

“Everything he has must be digital or electronic. Which is great for ensuring that everyone working for you is of like mind, more specifically, his mind.  But terrible when things like an EMP goes off. Because then, it’s just the Toyman, all by himself.”  She looked over toward the Team with a grin.  “I don’t suppose any of you boys would know how to make an EMP, would you?” She was already well aware of the answer, having seen Wally and Robin both do different versions in the field with parts they found around them at the time, but she had to play dumb.

Wally nodded excitedly.  “I can, if I can find the parts.”

Adrien nodded toward the warehouse across from them. “I bet there’s parts in there.”

“We just need to figure out how to get in without drawing attention to ourselves,” Robin observed staring at it.

“There’s a window up there,” Marinette noted, pointing to a tiny window way at the top of the warehouse.  “If I can get up there, I can fit through.  Open the door from the inside.”

“And how are you planning on getting up there?” Conner asked.

“Well… I was thinking… climbing might be an option,” she drawled out, pointing to a pile of boxes leaning up against the side of the warehouse.

“That’s not going to get you in,” he pointed out.

“No, but lucky for me, I have a rather tall conspirator who looks like he works out quite a bit.”  She was still staring at the window, trying to figure out the logistics and missed the way his cheeks darkened slightly.  Robin did not miss it.  He narrowed his eyes at Conner and smacked his shoulder.  Conner glared back at him.

“Think you can lift me up?  Maybe even throw me a little?” she asked excitedly, turning back to him.

Conner straightened up and looked back between the window and her.  “You sure? It could be dangerous if I miss or if you can’t get a grip.”

“I trust you.”  Her voice was heartfelt and her eyes shone with confidence, like there was something more there, but whatever it was Conner couldn’t figure out.

He nodded.  “Let’s go then.”

Working with Marinette was significantly easier than he had anticipated working with a stranger would be.  They worked like a well-oiled machined, seemingly able to anticipate what the other was going to do and react accordingly.  Instead of awkward fumbling to get her into position, it was a graceful act.  She was crawling through the tiny window within a matter of minutes.  

A few minutes later Adrien’s phone pinged.  “She says that she’s at a door at the southwest corner of the warehouse.”  They headed to the corner of the warehouse hidden from the marionette sentries.

As soon as he was through the door, Wally started running around, trying very hard to keep his speed to a reasonable level.  Marinette slapped Adrien’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, Alya texted.  Here look,” she said a little louder than necessary and pointedly turned away from the rest of the warehouse to look at the text. Wally looked over to Robin uncertainly, but Robin nodded at him.  Wally instantly zoomed around the warehouse, cataloging and locating all the items they would need for the EMP.

He was back by Robin’s side in an instant.  “Right, I think we’re good to go.  All the parts are here, just a bit scattered.  The only issue is one of the parts is going to take a bit of effort and noise to get out.”

“How much noise?” Conner asked cautiously.

“A lot.  They’re going to notice.”

“We’ll need a distraction to cover him so he can work,” Robin stated, looking around them to see if there was some distraction he could use.

“How big of a distraction are you looking for?” Adrien asked hesitantly looking over to Marinette.  He nervously fiddled with his ring.

“Large enough they can’t ignore it, but not enough to cause too much damage,” Robin answered.

Marinette put her hand on Adrien’s shoulder, and subtly shook her head.  She looked around the warehouse.  “It’s a baking supply warehouse…” she noted examining the bags on the shelf.  Rows and rows of different sized bags of flour in a variety of flour types.  

“Going to bake something for them, Mari?” Adrien grinned at her.

Marinette’s eyes narrowed at an industrial sized fan. Her eyes quickly flicked to the flour and a lighter propped on an exposed bracer by the door, left there for employees to grab as they left to smoke.  “Depends on your definition of bake.”  She looked back at him with a determined glint.  “Did you know flour is flammable?”

“We are not setting the warehouse on fire,” Conner exclaimed.

Marinette looked at him shocked.  “Of course we’re not.  Do you know how huge that explosion would be?  And how many baked goods we’d be denying people from that amount of destruction?” she exclaimed in horror.  “We only need one bag to make a point.”

“I’ll go with you,” Conner volunteered.

Marinette nodded as Robin set his mouth in a frown. “Grab the fan, please?” she requested as she grabbed a small bag of flour.  “Give us eight minutes.  I’ll text Adrien when we’re ready then within a few seconds you should hear a big bang.”

Wally groaned and dragged his hand down his face.  Robin came up next to him staring at the mechanism Wally was working on with a concerned frown.  “What’s wrong?  Is it not going to work?”

Wally looked at him confused for a second. “Huh?”  His face suddenly smoothed out in realization.  “Oh, no.  Of course it’s going to work.  I just realized, I’m definitely not getting new cupcakes everyday next week.”

Marinette laughed and made her way through the door. “Good luck, guys.  See you on the other side.”

Adrien nodded to her and turned back to Robin and Wally.  “Let’s get the rest as ready as we can then.  What can I do?”

Marinette and Conner snuck around the far side of the warehouses, moving quickly but quietly.  When Marinette seemed to slow down and examine an area with interest, Conner finally spoke up.  “Okay, what are we doing here?”

“I need this,” she patted the industrial sized fan, “to blow this,” she held up the small bag of flour in her hands, “into the air. Then we need to light it on fire and take cover right quick.”

“Shouldn’t we have brought a larger bag if that’s what we were going for?” he asked looking at the small bag in her hand skeptically.  “I could have carried the fan and one of the large bags.”

She smiled at him and glanced quickly down at his arms.  “I have no doubt,” she said almost absentmindedly.  She flicked her eyes back up to his, her cheeks reddening slightly. “But this is enough.  Anything larger and we’d be looking at taking out the entire complex.”

“Flour is that explosive?” He looked at the bag in her hands in awe.

“Extremely.  Lucky for us.”  She stopped and looked around.  “This should be good.  Far enough from the warehouses, it won’t blow them up, but close enough to get their attention.”

Conner nodded and started looking for an outlet. “I can plug it in here and we should be able to hide behind that.”  He nodded toward a concrete half wall.

Marinette nodded.  “We should probably move further away from that then.  I don’t think you understand just how big this explosion is going to get.”

Conner nodded but stared at her for a few seconds. “You’re sure about this?  With flour?”

Marinette smiled at him.  “I grew up in a bakery.  Trust me.  You learn the most interesting things.”  She ripped the top off of the bag of flour.  “Okay start up the fan and point it up and out.”

Conner nodded and turned on the fan, still standing slightly in front of the fan.  Marinette moved behind the fan and grinned at him as she dumped just a little bit into the fan.  She laughed as the flour flew right into Conner’s face.  “Things like don’t stand next to flour when a fan is on.”

Conner narrowed his eyes at her but started chuckling too.  Chimera already taught him a lesson about how easily flour spreads.  He should have remembered it.  “At least it wasn’t the whole bag,” he acknowledged, starting to dust himself off.

Marinette’s laugh calmed down into a sweet smile. “Trying to set the air on fire. Not you.  Come on, get behind me.”  She slowly emptied the bag into the fan’s current.  After a few seconds the air in front of the fan was thick with particles of flour hanging in the air.  There was more flour on the ground than in the air, but there was enough for what they needed.  “Ready?”

Conner bunched up a piece of paper into a ball and nodded.  They moved behind the half wall and prepared themselves.  Conner took a deep breath.  This was the moment of truth.  He lit the ball on fire and threw it into the flour cloud.  

The explosion seemed to happen in slow motion at first then all at once as one particle ignited the next, which ignited the particles next to it, escalating at an expediential rate until the entire cloud was lit up and pushing out.  Conner’s eyes widened in surprise as the blow back came for them.  He dived on top of Marinette, forcing her between the ground, concrete wall, and himself, protecting her from all sides.

When he finally looked up, his ears were ringing from the explosion.  He definitely had not been properly prepared.  Thank god they didn’t use a larger bag.  He looked down to check on Marinette, but stopped when he saw her wide, blue eyes. It was mesmerizing and confusing. Just seeing her eyes shouldn’t make him feel this way and he couldn’t figure out why it did.  She was mouthing something worriedly at him.  He furrowed his brow trying to make out what she was saying.  He finally figured out she was asking if he was okay when he felt her push him back to sitting and crawl around him to check his back for any signs of injury.  

He felt his skin tingle where she ran her hands over his shoulders and upper back, before working their way into his hair at the back of his head.  It felt brilliant and like a betrayal at the same time.  He moved out of her reach and gave her a weak smile.  It felt nice to have her fret over him and touch him, but not as nice as it did when Chimera did it.  They stood up just in time to see an army of marionettes descending upon them.  “We may not have thought this through,” he whispered to her, or at least thought he whispered.  He’d actually screamed it at her.

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the robots in front of her.  She held her hands up in surrender.  She slowly unwrapped the white ribbon in her hair and waved it around.  “Parlay?” she requested with an unrepentant grin.

Conner gave her a flat look.  “Really?”

“You want to take on that many?  By ourselves?  We just have to keep them distracted and ourselves alive for another few seconds.”

Conner sighed and turned back to the marionettes, raising his hands grudgingly as he did.  Before the marionettes could advance on them, they all froze for a second before falling to the ground.  Marinette and Conner looked at each other uncertainly for a second, waiting for them to do something.  When they didn’t, Marinette grinned at Conner.

“Now it’s just the Toyman,” Conner said.

Marinette nodded at him.  “Let’s go get him.”

“Should we wait for the others?”

Marinette shook her head.  “They’ll catch up.”  They reached the door to the warehouse at the same time as Wally, Robin, and Adrien.  They found and tied up the Toyman easily.  Without his army of robots behind him, he surrendered without a fight.  Finding Chloe only took a matter of minutes after that.

“Finally!  It took you long enough.  Do you know how long I’ve had to sit here in this?  It’s been ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.  Who are those losers?” Chloe scoffed, glaring at the Team members.

Wally crossed his arms and leaned toward Conner. “Can we give her back?” he asked, not trying to be quiet.

“Yes,” Marinette nodded.

“No,” Robin answered.

“Eh,” Adrien shrugged.

“Hey!” Chloe yelled.  “Now get me out of this!”

“If you don’t like who’s rescuing you, you’re welcome to stay in there,” Adrien threatened.

“Fine, fine, whatever.  At least they’re cute.  What happened to the things?” she asked.  She flicked her hands in the general direction of somewhere else.

“The marionettes were taken out by an EMP these guys created on the fly, and the ‘mastermind’,” Marinette spat the word out sarcastically, “is bound and gagged outside.”

“Rather lackluster fight, really,” Adrien mused. “Turns out the Toyman isn’t much of a threat once his toys are taken away.  August was more of a threat.”

“What do you say, Chloe?” Marinette prompted her as she held the door open for Chloe.

Chloe scowled at her and flicked her ponytail over her shoulder, heading through the door.  “Let’s get out of here before something bad happens?”

“Chloe…” Marinette started in a warning tone.

Chloe scoffed at her.  “We’re thanking each other every time we save one another now?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what we do,” Marinette’s exasperation was clear.  Conner chuckled at her expression.  Marinette’s eyes flitted over to him for a second, her cheeks turning slightly pink before focusing back on Chloe.

“Every time?” Chloe gasped.

“Yes, every time!” Marinette groaned.

“That seems excessive,” Chloe shook her head. “Ridiculous.  Utterly ridiculous.  What a waste of time.”  She continued toward the warehouse exit, not bothering to look back at them.

“So… she’s like this all the time, huh?” Robin asked Adrien quietly as they followed her out.

“What?  No… She’s being nice right now,” he answered seriously.

“That’s why her kidnap count is so high,” Wally nodded knowingly.

“Definitely a contributing factor,” Marinette agreed.

“I heard that,” Chloe announced loudly.

“You were meant to,” Marinette yelled back. Conner looked over to her with an amused smile, but quickly schooled his face when Robin raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll make sure to get that picture to you,” Robin whispered to Adrien as they made their way through the exit and into the flashing blue and red lights waiting for them outside.

Just before she made it through the door, Conner grabbed Marinette’s elbow.  “Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier.  Telling you guys not to come.  You did great for a civilian.”

Marinette beamed up at him.  “Thank you.  But… whoever said I was a civilian?”  She winked at him and twirled with a cheeky grin back toward Adrien and Chloe as they were loading her into an ambulance so a doctor could check her out.  

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“Try not to get kidnapped… until you get back to Paris at least,” Marinette instructed Chloe in mock seriousness as she gave her a hug goodbye.

Chloe scoffed, but returned the hug, pretending to do so halfheartedly.  “Of course. Getting kidnapped in America is so boring.  Who has time for that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Come on.  There were boring akumas too.  And not all of our villains are that…”

“Pathetic?” Nino offered, slinging his arm over her shoulders.

Marinette quirked her head to the side contemplatively.  “Not the word I was thinking but… I’ll go with it.”

“Hey, I got to meet Batman.  I’m counting it as a win!” Alya gushed.  “I got a picture of him!  And the Batmobile.  How awesome is that?”

Marinette grinned at her as she hugged her.  “Maybe next time I can introduce you properly.”

“Yeah?” Alya’s eyes brightened with an excited glint.  “That would be amazing!  Think you can get me an interview?”

“I don’t know… nobody else knows my identity, other than Black Canary, so it would have to look like something he did on his own.  You figure out a plausible excuse for that, and I can probably make it happen,” Marinette agreed.

“Yay!” Alya cheered, pulling her in for a long tight hug. “See, this is why you’re my favorite person.  You always look out for me.”

“Hey!  What am I?” Nino protested.

“The love of my life,” Alya reassured him, wrapping an arm around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.  “But she’s still my favorite person.”

Nino rolled his eyes and groaned.  “I guess I get that.  As long as you two don’t start kissing behind my back.”  

“So you want them to do it in front of you?” Chloe asked, looking up from her phone.

Nino sputtered, his cheeks turning red as the rest of the group laughed at him.  Marinette moved over and wrapped him in a hug.  “Don’t worry, Nino.  We won’t start kissing behind your back.”

Nino gave her a deadpan look.  “I’m not going to miss you, Dudette.”

“I will,” Alya pledged, jumping onto Marinette, knocking her over with a hug.  “So much. You stay safe.  Love you, girl.”

Marinette grinned back at her.  “Love you too.”  She turned to Nino.  “And you too, even if you won’t miss me.  Have a good trip and keep them safe.” She gave him a meaningful look with her last sentence.  

Nino nodded in understanding.  “You stay safe too.  Love you, Dudette.  And of course I’m going to miss you,” he said seriously, ushering Alya and Chloe onto the train back to New York so they could catch their flight home.  

Marinette turned to face Adrien with a watery smile.  “I think I’ll miss you most of all, Scarecrow.”

Adrien chuckled and looked down.  “It was nice working with you again.  As a team.  I’ve missed it.”

“You know, you could probably join the Team… if you really wanted,” she offered.  

There was a smile on her face, but Adrien could see it was strained. He offered her a soft, unstrained smile back.  “Not remotely interested.  My superhero days are behind me.”  He looked down as he shook his head gently.  “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, looking back up to meet her eyes, “I loved every second of it, but I think now I need to focus on healing. After everything we went through…”

Marinette looked down guiltily and nodded in understanding. Adrien hooked his finger under her chin to encourage her to look up.  “Because of what my dad… Gabriel did.  Not because of anything you did.  You aren’t responsible for my struggling, no matter what you think.  And I’ll keep repeating that until you finally believe me.  If it wasn’t for you… I don’t know what I would have become.  I would probably still be fighting him, in and out of the costume.  He’d still be making me miserable.”  

He moved his hands so they were firmly on her shoulders, offering support and encouraging her to keep facing him.  “Don’t ever think for even a second that any of what we went through, any of what we’re still going through, is your fault.”

“I’m sorry I left.  I left you to heal alone,” she said quietly to the floor.

“Oh, Mari,” he pulled her into a hug.  “You didn’t leave me alone.  I have people there for me.  I have people I can talk to.  You made sure of it.  You still do. I have people helping me.  You’re one of them, even if you don’t think so. I’ve always been surrounded by people, but for the first time, I’m not alone.  You made sure I was going to be taken care of.  You check on me constantly.  You did not abandon me.  

“I’m getting the help I need.  I needed to stay in Paris.  I needed familiarity to heal.  You needed a complete break.  You needed to be away from all the reminders.  A fresh start.  And you needed it just as badly as I did.  Don’t feel guilty for seeking the help you needed, too.”

He took a breath and squeezed her closer for a second. “Can you do something for me?” he asked quietly.  He waited a beat before he continued.  “I need you to try to let go of the guilt.  Which isn’t easy, I know,” he rushed to assure her.  “I was wearing mine like armor, but I think it was more of a barricade, holding in the pain.  I thought it was protecting me from getting hurt.  I still kind of do.  But I think it was really just isolating me, preventing me from seeing the world as it really is.”

He pulled away to look her in the eyes, studying the eyes he knew better than his own, eyes filled with strength but also self-doubt.  “We learned so many lessons as heroes, but… but I think I’m starting to realize not all of them were real.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with a mirthless chuckle.  “Guess therapy is doing some good after all.”  He shook his head lightly and looked back at her with a concerned gaze.  

“I’m slowly realizing a lot of the lessons we were taught, lessons we thought the universe was teaching us; about how the world was for us, that we needed to suffer to be heroes, they weren’t...  it was just my… Gabriel.  They weren’t universal lessons or miraculous lessons.  They weren’t real.  It was Gabriel punishing us, not the universe.  Gabriel manipulating the way we saw the world.  But he’s gone and we can make our own rules now. I’m still coming to terms with that. It’s still hard and uncomfortable and I hate it… but I also don’t?”

He shook his head again, his eyes settled back on her.  “I’m still working on it.  And I just wanted to let you know because… I just… you… you seemed to internalize the lessons even more than I did and…” he looked away and pursed his lips, trying to think of the words he wanted to say, the message he wanted her to take away. He looked back at her with compassionate determination.  “I won’t let him dictate my future or how I see the world anymore.  And you shouldn’t let him do it for you either.  We defeated him.  You defeated him.  Don’t let him win this.  He made us suffer, not the universe.  Don’t let him make you think we can’t be happy, that you can’t be happy.  I’m happy, mostly.  And I just… the thing is you’re amazing at giving advice, but you’re shit at taking your own advice so… I just thought maybe if you promised to do it for me…”

A whistle sounded, cutting off the rest of his sentence.  Adrien looked back at her for a few moments, studying her carefully again, looking for any sign that his words finally made it through to her.  After a few seconds he gave a defeated sigh and kissed her temple before he hugged her again.  “That’s my cue.  I love you, Marinette.  I’ll see you in a few weeks, okay?  But if you want to talk before then, don’t hesitate.  You have a phone, a laptop, a tablet, a Zeta tube, who the hell knows what else in your base, and a Kaalki.  Do.  Not. Hesitate.”

She nodded and squeezed him back.  She pulled away and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Have a safe flight.  Love you.”

She watched him as he walked onto the train and disappeared with a final wave.  Her eyes stayed focused on the door he disappeared through long after he was gone. They continued their focus long after the door had closed and the train had started moving.  She didn’t notice the change in scenery until someone accidentally knocked into her with an apology and guilty smile.  She waved them off with a kind smile and turned toward the exit, stumbling slightly in a daze.  

She walked another block before her breath started getting uneven.  She stopped to lean against a building, her brow furrowing in confusion.  What was going on with her?  Why did her chest feel so tight all of a sudden?  She looked around her, hoping to figure it out, but there was nothing there.  It was just her.  Just her and her thoughts.  She gasped again and leaned harder against the building.  She shook her head.  She needed to get home.  She looked around again, this time to confirm nobody was watching her and ducked into a hidden alcove.  She put on Kaalki’s glasses and Trixx’s necklace, whispering the transformation words.

She stepped through the portal and breathed in the familiar air.  She took another step and let her head rest against Conner’s doorframe, her bag dropped to the floor with a thud loud enough she was sure he had heard it.  After a few seconds, she collected herself enough to knock lightly on his door.  She barely had time to take a bracing breath before his door swung open and Conner appeared in his pajamas.  “Chi! I wasn’t expecting you to be back tonight!”  He pulled her into a tight hug.  He let his arms linger around her, keeping her close as he pulled away slightly, just enough to look at her so he could ask her about the visit.

He hesitated momentarily when it seemed like she clung to him tighter as he tried to pull away.  But just as soon as he noticed, she loosened her grip.  “Yeah, my friends just left.”

His bright smile quickly gave way to a concerned frown.  The smile she offered him didn’t reach her eyes and her voice was a bit too happy to be real.  “How was it?” he asked carefully.

Although her smile got bigger, it didn’t get any brighter.  “It was great.  We had a lot of fun.”

He nodded cautiously.  “That’s… good…”

“Yeah… good,” she agreed, looking away.  She tapped her fingers together nervously.

“Chi?” She didn’t look up, but she did stop tapping her fingers.  “Chi, are you okay?”

She looked back up at him with a heartbreaking smile and nodded, her eyes shining with uncertainty.  “Yeah, I think I… don’t know.”

He pulled her back in for a tight, protective hug. “Did something happen this weekend?” he asked darkly.  He was working incredibly hard to keep his anger tempered and his body relaxed so she wouldn’t be able to sense how angry he was at whoever caused her to react like this.  He knew, he knew, seeing her friends was going to end badly and now she was just barely keeping in the tears.  These were supposed to be her friends and yet every time she saw them, she came back a little more threadbare, a little more broken. Whatever they were doing to her, it had to stop.

She curled into his hug, taking some time to let his presence calm her before she spoke up, her voice so quiet, even with super-hearing he had to strain to hear her.  “I’m… I’m really not sure.  I didn’t think so but…”

“Do you want to talk about it?”  She shook her head after a few seconds, just holding him tighter.  “Chi, whatever happened, whatever your friends said…”

She shook her head stronger this time.  “It’s not like that.  It’s… I don’t know.  Everything was great and then… I couldn’t breathe.  I… I don’t know what happened.”  She shook her head again, more gently this time as if to clear her head.  “I think I need to talk to Black Canary, but first I just… I needed this.”  She stopped herself before she said what she meant, she needed him.  

His anger melted away and turned to concern. She didn’t talk to Black Canary, not for therapy.  Batman and Black Canary had encouraged her to go.  Batman made vague references that talking with her might help her after different emotional outbursts in battle.  He shuddered slightly remembering the video of her fighting the mind-controlled Superman.  His comments were subtle and deceptively casual, meant to encourage her to decide it for herself without putting pressure on her.

Black Canary was much less subtle in her encouragement, going as far as to threaten her position on the team if she didn’t seriously consider it.  She was stopped each time by Batman from enacting it, but it didn’t stop her from pushing it whenever she could.  Each time, Chimera closed off more, backed away further, as if the idea of opening up was a physical threat to her.  It had always confused Conner.  

If anyone was going to have an issue discussing emotions, he would have bet on him over Chimera.  She always seemed so open with her emotions, but the more he thought about it, the only emotions she seemed to share freely were positive ones. The negative emotions she kept a tight grip on, as though she thought they would cause physical and psychological torment if they ever escaped.  And from the few times she did discuss them, when consoling one of the Team about something they were feeling, it didn’t seem too far from the truth for her.  If she was actually planning on talking with Black Canary, even if she was just seriously considering it and didn’t actually go… this weekend must have hit her hard.  And honestly, he didn’t know if that was a bad thing after all.

He looked back in his room.  They really needed somewhere to sit down so she could calm down and relax.  But there was just a chair and a bed in his room.  There was no way she'd be okay with that.  That left the common room.  “Why don't we move this to the couch?  We can put on a movie and ignore it,” he offered.  She didn’t respond.  The silence was broken by a beep that sounded like it was coming from her glasses.  “That means you’re going to lose one of your magics, right?” he whispered into her ear.

She was motionless in his arms for another beat before nodding.  The couch was out then.  She’d want to keep her identity and the fact that her appearance changed, a secret. He looked back at his bed.  There wasn’t really a choice then.  “How about my room instead?  I don’t have to look at you while you recharge, if you don’t want me to,” he offered.  He looked between the bed and the rug on the floor.  He grimaced slightly.  He really had no idea which she would prefer.  “You want to sit on the floor or the bed?  I can throw some pillows down for us.”

She looked between the two a few times.  “Bed would be more comfortable,” she finally decided.

He nodded unseen by her, his heartrate picking up at the words.  They might have woken up cuddling on the couch a few times, but they’d never done it intentionally and he wasn’t sure what this meant.  Had anything changed?  Were they still just teammates?  Is this what teammates did?  It definitely wasn’t something he did with Robin or Wally.  

He piled up some pillows for them to lean against and nervously got onto the bed, positioning himself so Chimera would be able to lean on him comfortably. He fought to relax is body from the tension that instantly took over, unsure if he was allowed to enjoy this or not, afraid he might enjoy it too much if it didn’t mean anything, afraid he wouldn’t enjoy it enough if it was the last time.

Chimera crawled in after him, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist, squeezing him as if afraid he might leave her alone.  He tightened his grip around her, reassuring her that he was still there for her.  He wasn’t going anywhere.  He never would.  He fought the urge to nuzzle into her hair.  That was definitely going further than supportive teammating.  

He scrolled through a few shows and movies until he found one he knew she liked. “This okay?” he asked quietly.  

“Yeah, good choice,” she answered just as quietly.  She knew teammates don't watch a movie like this. But right now she didn’t care.  She needed this.  She needed his steady heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing.  She needed his scent and his touch.  She needed him.  She suddenly felt incredibly unsafe and unsure, like the world was getting upset around her and she wasn’t even sure where the hell that came from.  She just knew she needed to feel safe and there was nowhere in the world she felt safer than with him, in his arms.  She had no idea when that happened, hell, she didn’t even know she felt that way until just then, she just knew it was true.

He smiled gently at her.  “Told you I had good taste,” he teased lightly.

His smile widened at her playful scoff and small smile.  “Can you… can you close your eyes?” she asked quietly.  Conner immediately closed his eyes.  Even with his eyes closed, he could still see a bright, teal light flash quickly.  Chimera moved a little bit before resting back against his chest.  “Okay.  You can open your eyes.”

He obliged, focusing on the movie, but let himself shoot quick glances at her new costume.  “Is it… is it okay for me to…”  He motioned to her costume.

Chimera chuckled lightly and buried her head in his chest a little.  Conner could just catch a dusting of pink on her cheeks.  “Yeah, it’s okay.  As long as I don’t have to move.”  

Conner smiled at her and nodded.  “Understood.” He took in as much of her costume as he could.  Orange this time with black boots and gloves, but most importantly, he could see her eyes. An incredible shade of blue that seemed more familiar than it should…  He blinked a few times and focused back on the movie, her eyes were making his heart rate speed up again and he really needed to calm down.

They watched the movie for a little while before she finally spoke again.  “You were right.  There was an explosion.  Nobody was hurt, but there was an explosion,” she admitted.  This game was dangerous, she knew it was.  She was daring him to figure out who she was.  But at this point she wasn’t sure she cared anymore. “And we… I destroyed some… things.”

Conner chuckled and rested his chin on her head.  “Yeah, us too.  Does that mean we all win?  Or we all lose?”

She shook her head.  “I’m not sure.”

“The explosion helped save someone, so I’m calling it a win.  We protected someone and, you know, sometimes you need to destroy a little in order to fix something.”  He looked down at her fondly.  He picked up her hand with his free hand and started playing with her fingers until he realized what he was doing and let them drop.  “And sometimes you have to cause a little damage to prevent more, like firefighters, you know?  Set a small fire to prevent one that would destroy the entire forest.  You told me that.  I think you were right.”

He looked down at her expectantly.  Any second now she should chuckle, at least crack a smile, tell him he should never doubt her, that she’s always right, but instead she sat up and blinked at him a few times, her face completely devoid of any emotion.  She looked away absently, seeming to stare at nothing.  “I’m going to lay down,” she finally said woodenly.

Conner stared at her in disbelief.  His brow furrowed in surprise at the unexpected reaction.  “What?  Why?” What the hell just happened?  She was smiling.  Why was she upset again and why couldn’t he say the right things? Why did she keep hanging out with her friends if they kept doing this to her?

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.

Conner lurched forward and grabbed her wrist.  “Chi, no.  Just…” he paused at her reaction.  She seemed to curl further away from him, like she thought his anger was directed at her. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down again, forcing his body to relax and his face to smooth out. “Just, wait… please.  Stay.  We don’t have to talk anymore.  We’ll just watch the movie, no talking, no thinking.  I’m terrible at both anyway.”

He knew he convinced her when she let out a barely audible huff.  She turned back toward him.  Her eyes flitted up to him for a fraction of a second and returned back to the bed next to him.  She wet her lips and gave the tiniest of nods before crawling back over to him and laying her head back on his chest.  Conner cautiously settled his arm around her shoulders again.  He was pretty sure she needed comfort, but wasn’t sure if it was welcome from him.  

She nestled further into his chest almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to notice in his hyper vigilant state.  He took that as a sign he made the right call and relaxed further.  He wrapped around her more, cocooning her, protecting her from whatever was going on in her head.

After a few minutes he leaned his head closer to her ear and whispered, “I really want to say what a complete idiot that guy is but I promised I wouldn’t talk.” He smiled proudly at the giggles he could feel more than hear from her.

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College au part 2

Home, a place where I can go to take this off my shoulders- someone take me home (Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha – Home)

They are there for each other, the good and the bad. That’s what family is for, after all.

-.-.-.-.-.-

-I'm so gay -sighed Miguel almost dreamingly, stopping next to Slobo by the doors leading to the backyard.

Blissfully unaware of them, Tim was going through his usual routine of what seemed a mix of gymnastics, various martial arts and parkour, with a side of dancing to spice things up.

His friend snorted without even raising his eyes from the motorcycle engine he was trying to fix. A blasphemy, in Miguel's humble opinion, to have such an amazing view and to not take advantage of it.

-I know.

He dropped to the ground, head resting on Slobo's shoulder, gaze unwavering in his appreciation of slim muscles and perfectly controlled strength. Tamed power to the fullest.

-I mean like, really really gay.

-Yeah, what else is new? Pass me the motor oil.

He blindly patted the ground for it, picking something vaguely shaped like a can and thrusting it to where he thought were the other's hands.

When Tim bends over and starts stretching, Miguel wheezes and drops the can.

-I'm so stupidly, non functionally gay.

Slobo rolled his eyes and picked it up, his other hand going to close Miguel’s jaw.

-Dude that's all old news. Either come here with fresh gossip, be helpful, or leave. I don't need you making a mess of my stuff. You are getting your hormones all over my individual bubble.

Miguel sighed again, eyes almost physically turning into hearts when Tim stretched his arms over his head.

-Fuck, I can’t handle this much inner gay. It’s overwhelming.

-Nothing inner about it, dude. You’re dripping it all over my work station. Can’t you go be a disaster gay somewhere else?

-Tim is here, so no can do.

-Can’t you just ask him out and save us all the pining show and second hand embarrassment? 

A few meters away, Tim had taken out the bo staff and was practicing some moves. He accidentally brushed a branch (a thick one, from the pine tree Kon’s grandparents had made him plant upon moving there), and snapped it in half. He seemed kinda sheepish about it, which was both adorable and terrifying. Miguel was scared and horny.

-He’d destroy me.

Slobo hummed, hand reaching up to pat Miguel in the shoulder.

-Sounds like something you’d be kinda into, though.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-This coffee tastes like dirt -complained Tim, while chugging half the pot in one long gulp. 

Distantly, Cassie noted there was still steam coming out of the liquid. Hadn’t Tim just brew it? Also, was it completely dark? No sugar? 

Like her future?

Despairingly, she let her head fall again on the table.

-Why did I get into politics?

-Your pathological need to fulfill Diana’s expectations -replied Cissie, sitting across from her, long hair in what could have been a bun once upon a time but now looked more like a bird’s nest. That had been hit by lighting. Repeatedly.

It strangely suited her. Or it could be Cassie’s adoration for her friend speaking, who the fuck knows.

-Which, I might add -interjected Tim, not waiting for them to say ‘you may’ before continuing. Because he was a rude bastard like that- you invented by yourself. Diana only hopes you don’t end up in jail. And if it's for the right causes, she might even forgive that. 

He dropped to the ground for no discernible reason, back to the cabinets where they kept the fine cutlery they never used. He was staring at the halfway empty pot like it contained the key to conquering mankind.

Knowing Tim, it might actually be true.

-Don’t try to take over the world -she asked, worried he might. Cissie made a confused sound, not privy to Cassie’s internal monologue, but Tim just nodded distractedly, which was all she needed before turning back to her half done paper.

-How are you doing, sis?

-Sis like sister, o Ciss like Cissie? -came Tim’s voice from behind her, probably still sitting on the ground. 

-Yes.

-Oh -the girl in front of her blinked- sorry, you were talking to me? 

-I mean… Tim is not ‘sis’.

-I resent that, I totally could be. Also, seriously, why does my coffee taste like dirt?

-Don’t drink it then. You were saying, honey?

Cassie rested her chin on a hand, elbow carefully to the side of her paper. 

-How are you doing?

-Wondering why did I ever thought studying psychology was a good idea. Why? Who started me on this path, and can I punch them? -her voice raised higher and higher the more distressed she got- Tim? Do you remember?

-Your therapist back in high school got you out of your toxic home life and helped you basically re-build your sense of self worth. Also you like to get into everyone’s business so Kon suggested making a career out of it.

-Remind me to punch him later.

-You could break your hand, and you have an archery competition this friday.

-Kick him, then.

-Got ya.

-Can I just die? -interjected Cassie, phone at hand. Her screen displayed a text sent by a classmate, who updated her on their due date. Apparently, she had calculated wrong and it was way sooner than what she thought- What’s the worst that could happen if I die? I’m sure people would get over it.

-You’d be losing all the progress you made in your career so far -reminded her Cissie.

Tim’s voice joined from behind- Included, but not limited to, that one class you had with the douche professor. Imagine if you lost your progress and had to start over. Imagine having class with him again.

She shivered- That was both incredibly motivational, and unholily terrorizing.

Greta entered the kitchen then. She looked fresh and cute, which was probably due to her having a full night’s sleep.

-Wow, you three have been here the whole night? -she asked, obviously concerned, looking over Cissie’s shoulder at her assignment- Did you guys even make progress? At all? -her eyes discovered Tim’s half assed project, on the place next to where Cissie sat.

If Cassie didn’t love her so much, she would punch her in the face.

Tim sighed.

-I can’t get up. I can’t feel my legs -he admitted. Cassie thinks, she should be worried. Losing sensibility seemed like a serious problem. But, whatever, Greta was here, and she was perfectly well rested. Let her take care of the worrying.

-Tim? Oh my god, are you alright? -she rushed to his side.

-I think the coffee stopped making effect, and my three-on-a-row all nighters caught up to me. Just let me die, Greta. If coffee is not longer working on my body, I might as well let the grim reaper do its thing. 

Cassie couldn’t see her any longer, since she was at her back by Tim’s side, but she could still somehow sense her concern growing.

-Tim... Did you use this bag by the coffee maker to brew it?

-I can’t move my head to look up at what you’re pointing, but I guess I did.

-Oh, honey… that is soil for Kon’s vegetable plot. Not coffee grounds.

-...so that’s why it tasted like dirt. Thank god. Excuse me while I faint.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-I think Conner is dead on our living room -announced Miguel entering the kitchen. Slobo, Anita and Greta didn’t even blink, just kept their... poker? game going.

-He’s probably just sleeping -the other man waved a hand dismissively- Did you check his pulse or something?

-Ew, no. What if he’s really dead? I don’t want to touch a corpse. Greta, you go touch it.

-Why me? 

-If anyone will need to put their fingerprints in a veritable crime scene, who better than the only one with no criminal record?

-Tim doesn't have it either, go knock on his door and tell him to do it. I’m about to swindle both these jerks.

-There’s a difference between never getting caught by the police, and erasing all virtual proof of your crimes. Tim belongs to the second group. Also, last I checked, he and Bart were working on something on his room. I’m not approaching that danger zone without protective equipment.

-Speaking of -Slobo raised his head, looking around- has anyone bought them food in the last couple of hours?

-Kon, probably. 

-He is dead -he reminded them- Cassie and Cissie are still asleep, and I’m not waking them up. Greta?

Out of their group, Conner was Tim and Bart’s official handler (when Tim was not micromanaging them all, at least; little control freak).  Many people believed he lifted at the gym to get all the girls; in truth, as the boy had once told Miguel, it was so he could carry both his friends to bed in one trip to tuck them in at the same time, because if he did it separately, the one that got to be second always tried to make a run for it. 

In the event he was unavailable, Cassie took over. Her skills with a lasso and years of practice at the rodeo came in handy then, and it never failed to crack him up when he saw how swiftly she caught them both.

And if she wasn’t close or was busy, then Cissie took over for Bart and Greta for Tim, as they could only handle one at the time.

The rest of them were last resource. Second to last was Jason Todd, who as both Tim’s brother and Bart’s TA held a fair amount of power over them.

If Jason told them to fuck off, then Slobo, Miguel and Anita would talk it out among themselves. Slobo would suggest knocking them out. Which, considering Bart’s speed and Tim’s mindblowing ninja training (and where the hell did he learn that, they would never know), wasn’t a very realistic option. Anita suggested drugs; but between Bart’s ADHD medication and Tim’s antibiotics for his lack of spleen and antidepressants, the adverse effects made them all a little uncomfortable with the idea.

Miguel’s own suggestions, which involved a lot of tender care and coddling, where ignored with a few laughs and a shrug.

-Fuck you, I’m not leaving this table so close to cleaning you both up. If you are worried, you go feed them.

Slobo shrugged.

-If they die, I call Tim’s room. Having a roommate is the worst.

-Excuse you -raised an eyebrow Miguel, walking to the fridge for a drink. He might as well watch the game.

-If I have to listen to you practicing your singing before showering one more time...

-If I can deal with you cursing at your phone at five am, you can deal with my melodious voice -Miguel blinked- That’s not poker.

-We are playing Truco.

-What?

-It’s a popular game in Argentina, or so Tim said. He taught us when he was having a coffee break this morning. And by the way: Truco, bitches!

-I’m in! -Slobo yelled back.

Greta looked at her cards impassively, then at the ones laying on the table between the three of them, before raising an eyebrow- I call Re Truco.

Miguel watched them go for a while. He wasn’t sure on the rules, but from the way they kept yelling, he knew it was highly competitive. It also seemed to involve a great amount of deceit, bullshiting and being as poker faced as possible. It made sense that Tim had been the one introducing them to the game. Speaking of…

-Maybe if I knock on the door with a coffee offering, he’ll listen to me without punching my nose in? -he mumbled to himself, aware that the others were ignoring him. Decided to test his luck, he climbed to his feet and readied the coffee maker.

The rest of the afternoon saw Miguel sitting on Tim’s bed, watching from the sidelines how both he and Bart built… something. It had a chainsaw and a mini shield, so maybe a fighting bot? There were some (not very legal) competitions around campus...

It was almost dinner time when he remembered a tiny, small detail.

-Man, I’m so hungry. You guys think dinner is ready? -asked Bart, hand sweeping the sweat off his forehead- Who was in charge of it tonight?

Lightning-like realization hit Miguel.

-Oh, yeah, speaking of that… Kon was probably dead, last time I checked. Maybe we should order a pizza or something?

-Cool, I could do pizza. 

-I’m sorry, Kon was what?!

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-You guys need jobs -told them Tim one morning over breakfast. They had just moved in together, and classes were about to start. Nobody seemed willing to talk about responsibility yet, but he felt like they needed the push to do it.

-I have a job -proudly smiled Bart, eyes never leaving the TV where his character was beating Kon’s into a bloody plump. He didn’t elaborate past that, and Tim made a mental note to investigate further later. Bart’s career was enough, they needn't add another unsolved mystery.

-Where is this coming from, though? We have loads of time for that -scoffed Slobo, watching the game intently.

-Classes are starting soon, and people will be getting all the good jobs. I did some calculations, and the money you guys have been saving for living expenses will run out in two, three months tops. Greta has the coffee shop thing and Cassie just got called back from the movie theatre, but the rest of you need to find some money maker. Stat.

-And what about you? -threw Cissie back, internally agreeing with him but despising the reality check.

Tim looked at her, completely deadpan. Silently, he took out his wallet, fishing three cards (one silver, one golden and one black) from it and showing them to her.

-Even before being adopted by a billionaire, I already was a rich trust fund baby. And now that I’ve said it, I’m gonna avoid getting punched by making my exit. Good luck job hunting.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cassie and Anita’s room was ground floor, along with the kitchen, living room, laundry area, a medium size bathroom with a shower, and a very small one with only the toilet and sink. The second floor housed Bart and Conner’s room, along with Miguel and Slobo’s, and Cissie and Greta’s, plus the biggest bathroom, with both a tub and shower. The attic had been claimed by Tim, who won that right by paying the deposit for the house on top of his part of the rent. It was the biggest room, the size of the entire house without partitions, with only one separation in the form of the small sized bathroom. He loved his room, would pay twice what he coughed up to have it. It was worth it, every cent.

He loved his attic; The bathroom, however, was another thing. It ran out of warm water constantly.

-This is the second time this month. I love you, but you aren’t burrowing our bath -denied Cissie firmly, arms crossed as she waited outside the door for Greta to finish her shower-. If it was any other day I’d say yes, you know I would, but you aren’t the only one that needs to get ready for the movie, and there’s six of us sharing here. Go ask the girls.

Defeated but understanding, he went another floor down, arms full with his skin and hair care products (he had a image to keep, and one never knew when paparazzi would be around; he and his brothers had a steady competition on who got caught in camera being a ugly mess the least, that he wasn’t willing to lose) and clean clothes. 

Anita shrugged when she opened the door, still naked except from her towel and hair dripping.

-Yeah, Cassie already took hers. Just remember to lock the door, dude. Since its ground floor bathroom, someone always tries to get in to pee when you’re showering, it’s annoying. Also, don’t come at me with complains about hair in the drain, okay? 

Thankful beyond caring, he nodded and hurried towards it.

He wasn’t expecting what he found there. Already halfway to the shower, he stopped to leave his folded clothes on top of the cabinet near the sink when he saw...

-Why are there weapons here? -he couldn't help but scream, clutching a towel to his naked chest. He felt distinctly like a victorian lady preserving her virtue from a foe. It was a very curious feeling.

-I said no judgements!! -Anita yelled back from across the hallway.

-Yeah, regarding hair on the floor! Nobody said anything about weapons!

-So I forgot my katana there after my shower, big deal. Just don’t fall on it, problem solved.

-No, I’m used to seeing your katana, but why the fuck do you girls have cat shaped brass knuckles?

-They are cute and useful! Aren’t you taking a shower, dude? The movie starts soon!

Deciding that this wasn't a battle worth picking, he turned on the warm water. Ahh, nice, wonderful hot water.

-Oh, Tim! -came Cassie’s yell- Don’t lock the door, forget what Anita said! I need to put on my make up and that mirror is better than the one in our room.

-I’m gonna be showering though.

-And?

Yeah, she had a point. Shrugging, he made sure the door was unlocked before stepping under the water and closing the curtain.

He heard her coming in and rummaging through one of the little bags he saw on the sink cabinet. He couldn't help but ask.

-Why do you guys keep weapons here?

-They are for when we are most vulnerable.

-With thighs like yours you’re never vulnerable.

-I love you. But just pretend I have noodle legs, for argument’s sake.

-Mkay. 

-Well, name one instance when you’re more weak and exposed than when you’re taking a shower.

-...Yeah, I follow. Still seems a bit excessive, but I do like that pointy needle thing you have by the blow dryer. I need to get my sister one of those, cute and deadly like her.

-That? Oh, honey, no, that’s a hair pin. 

-If you put your hair in a bun and use that as an ornament, you’d never be unarmed, that’s all I’m saying. Again, cute and deadly. 

-...You’ve opened my eyes.

-You’re welcome. May I borrow your eyeliner?

-Sure, but why? You don’t usually use makeup.

-If I make myself long enough wings, maybe I’ll be able to fly away from my problems. Or look fabulous enough to not care about them.

-In moments like this I’m reminded of my undying love for you. Do my eyes too.

-Gotcha.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He came home five minutes after receiving the text, chest heaving from the run and heart beating furiously for a entirely different reason.

Cassie, phone at hand, was waiting by the door. Her eyes were solemn.

-What happened? -he asked, not bothering with niceties as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

-Family dinner went wrong -she shrugged-, not that he told me. Bart was playing games when he walked in and he texted Jason, who told him, and then he came to me.

Fuck them, Kon thought uncharitably. The Waynes were both an awesome family, and boarding on toxic. Guessing which kind were they going to be any given week was like playing lottery. It was such a Murphy law thing that they went for shitty this particular weekend, where Tim could have used their love and support the most.

-How is Jason? -he asked, not that he cared too much, but because he knew Tim would want to know sooner or later.

-Bart didn’t say, but he did mention he was hanging out with Kori and Roy, and Artemis said in the family group chat to not bother her tonight, so I’m assuming she’s there too.

-Biz is still at the farm, but three is better than nothing -he sighed, taking off his coat and walking towards the stairs- Bart?

-He just convinced Tim to take a bath in the big tub, so he’s probably standing guard by the door.

A nod, Kon’s steps hurried with purpose now that he had a clear destination in mind.

-The others?

Cassie waved vaguely towards the arch on the wall leading to the living room. Kon could see someone moving there from the corner of his eye, but didn’t turn to check; he wouldn't be derailed from his path.

-Greta went to the attic to clean Tim’s room a bit. You know he doesn't have the strength to do it himself right now, but seeing it like that also makes him feel worse. Cissie and Anita are readying the living room for a movie night, picking up all the pillows and blankets in the house. A pillow fort might be in the making.

They were on the second floor now. Kon could see Bart ahead, back resting against the wall, just by the side of the door.

-Slobo ran to Tim’s favorite pizza place -Cassie kept going, keeping pace with him- and should be back soon; Miguel went to the store to buy comfort food, sweets and stuff. Ice cream too, probably.

Conner nodded again, glad to see everyone was following their protocol for these kind of situations. All their housemates accounted for, he stopped in front of Bart and patted his shoulder comfortingly. He was very empathetic, tended to pick up on everyone’s moods, specially Tim’s, and let himself be influenced by them. The shadows on his eyes were probably a mirror image of how their friend currently taking a bath was doing. Not so hot, apparently.

-I’ll take it from here, you guys go put on your pajamas and help the girls get everything ready -he suggested, eyes going to Cassie’s. She nodded, understanding that her mission now was to calm Bart down. Helping Anita and Cissie would do wonders for him.

On most situations, the group tended to follow Tim’s lead, their indisputable commander in chief; when he couldn’t be there, or was too emotionally compromised, Cassie would take over. However, in this particular scenario, everyone deferred to him for some reason. Maybe because he’s been with Tim for the longest time, maybe because he knew him best. It didn’t matter; all he cared about was that it made his work easier, and they seemed glad to have a task they could focus on, rather than dwelling in concern.

Softly, he rapped his knuckles against the door.

-Tim? I’m coming in, dude -he informed him, voice low as to not spook him if he was dissociating. The last they needed was him slipping in the shower.

When no answer came, he entered the steamy bathroom, door closing behind him. As Cassie had predicted, Tim was sitting in the almost full tub, knees hugged to his chest and chin resting above them. His eyes went to Conner when he approached him though, which was a good enough sign to make him visibly sigh in relief.

Tim’s eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to snap at him that he didn’t need them to take care of him, but then he just deflated and looked ahead again, not nearly strong enough to fight.

Knot growing on his chest, Kon sat by the tub’s edge- Hey there. You’re not looking very cool right now. Have I ever told you I despise like 66% of your family?

-Three out of six is not 66%.

-Three? I only like Alfred and Cass.

-You don’t dislike Jason.

-I mean, it varies from moment to moment. But I’ll give you that since you’re feeling bad, and concede on 50%.

Tim snorted a little, and his eyes didn’t look as dead as they had when Kon first came in, so he gave himself infinite Best Friend points.

-Want to talk about it? -he asked gently, hand on Tim’s wet shoulder. He felt more like saw him shrug.

-Nothing to tell, really… It was more of the same shit. I love them, but sometimes they…

-Don’t make it easy, huh?

-...yeah. I don’t even know why I’m so fucked up over it, I’m used to this.

Kon squeezed his shoulder- Your psychiatrist warned you, this week was gonna be tough even without the family drama.  Your body is adjusting to the new medication, and it…

-Yeah, yeah, I know -he sighs, sinking deeper into the water- I just… I just hate this. That my brain works like that, that I worry you all, that I can’t just fucking deal with it alone. You know what Jack used to say about mental illness…

-A stupid bastard’s words shouldn't be taken seriously. And you know we don’t like the J word in this house, it’s one of the rules.

Tim’s smile, small and tentative, was a thing of beauty. It never failed to remind Kon why he put so much effort into making the situation better for his friend, when he saw that it actually did help.

-You guys can’t just erase my father from my memory by sheer force of will and avoidance of the topic.

-Sure we can -he gave his shoulder a  light pat-. The boys will be here soon with food, and I heard a movie night is in order. You done with your bath? We could stay here longer if you want to, though.

Tim’s smile grew a little bit, cheeks warming, delighted despite himself at the love and care that was being bestowed upon him. Some time ago, he might have fought them over it; the progress was hard earned, but Kon wouldn't change a single thing about it.

-Yeah, I just have to put conditioner on and comb my hair -he hesitated a bit, glancing down at his arms hugging his legs and probably weighing their strength-. Could you, uh… do it for me?

Kon had already been reaching for the bottle even before he asked.

There was little he could do to help Tim, medical wise. But there were professionals for that, and after many late night talks and specially bad episodes, Tim had gotten better at seeking their help when needed.

What he could do was no less important, though; making sure their home was a safe, supportive, non-toxic place for him to come back to.

That’s what best friends-- what family was there for.

[heartfullofleeches]

You’ve made a yan x delinquent before but I was wondering if I could please have a scenario of a yan delinquent?

Connor always had a small crush on you but he tried to deny any deep feelings for you. Despite how badly his whole being yearned for you a relationship just wouldn't work in his mind, not after the reputation he made for himself. Instead he chose to admire you from afar. The smiles you'd get when finding presents on your desk was enough for him. He doubted he could make you happy in person anyway.

It seemed to be just another normal day for him at first. Arriving late after a pointless argument only to show up to class to watch you, ignoring any and every problem he had as his eyes followed your every movement. He soon noticed that something was off with you. You couldn't keep your eyes open and  jumped at the slightest sounds even at full attention. It was clear you were bothered by something and though it would be hard this seemed like a good time to talk to you. Just to see if everything was okay of course.

After class you nearly leapt out of your skin as a hand touches your arm. You were visibly shaking and Connor feared he was the cause but it was only his action that had you spooked. Once you calm some he finally speaks.

"So uh Y/n was it? You doing alright? It looked like you were even afraid of your own shadow in there."

Your faces burns and you looked down to hide your flushed cheeks. Sure you knew your nerves got to you in class but you thought no one noticed. "I'm fine.. I just haven't been getting much sleep. I always feel like I'm being watched and stuck keeps going messing. Maybe I'm overthinking but I'm kinda scared.

"

"Heh it's probably a ghost. Don't worry about it and try listening to some music or something." Connor pats your shoulder with a smile before walking off. He felt bad for keeping you up but subtlety was never his strong suit.

Soon the uneasy feeling faded and everything went back to the way they were. For a while at least. Something was off about you again and he planned on finding out what it was. When the day was over you were nowwhere to be seen no matter how hard he looked until late at night so he needed to speak with you during the day.

Finding a way to be alone with you wasn't hard. You were the only person he listened to in class and since the teacher didn't want him bleeding all over the desks after a particularly nasty fight, you tagged along with him to the nurse's office. The nurse was rarely around so it was just the two of you.

Connor winced as the cold from the ice pack touched his bruised cheek but he put on a brave face as you sat beside him. "So what's wrong this time?"

"Hm? O-oh nothing. Just having troubles with some work is all." You reply with a nervous laugh, prayed he'd buy it. Conner easily saw through your lies and gripped your arm harder than he meant to. "Dont. Lie to me."

"Ok fine!" You shout, wiggling your arm out of his grasp. "I'm being blackmailed by another classmate. Some answer sheets went missing and he took photos of them in my bag. He was going to delete them after I helped him with one thing but that was weeks ago and I'm still doing stuff for him. I'm sure the teachers are catching on and I'll be screwed when that happens."

"Y/n.. I'm going to help you out on this. Think of it as an apology for waking you up at night."

"How are you going to do that? Also what was that last part?"

"Don't worry about it."

Threatening people wasn't Connors ideal past time but one time couldn't hurt. Due to his lock picking skills and your tormentor being an old friend of his he found and enter his home with ease. Poor guy didn't know someone was trespassing until glass from his shattered table lamp showered on him like rain.

Connor swings his back over his shoulder, grinning from ear to his as his victim pulls the covers from over his head. "Hey buddy. Unless you want something else to be damaged tonight I suggest you sit up so we can have a nice chat. Ok?"

He felt kind of bad for what he did but when you greeted Connor with a hug, any guilt flew out the window. Connor never thought you could be glad to be around him and still continue to cause trouble but if he did it without you noticing there shouldn't be any problems. He couldn't help but chuckle remembering how the guy shook in fear. Seeing that you were happy in his presence got him thinking about confessing his feelings one day. Sure your view of him may change after news of a certain someone in the hospital got out but it was worth a shot.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

ATDT!AU Post-Escape Halloween thing 3-5 (or more)

It was no surprise that the pumpkin carving competitions in the nearby towns of Mt. Ebott had become the toughest ones any one had ever seen, and the humans and monsters on the surface could only imagine what kind of pumpkin-carved chaos was taking place within the underground itself.

To walk into anywhere that was holding a pumpkin carving competition within fifty miles of the mountain was to walk into a wonderland of carved-up chaos! Even without toonkind’s tendency to have their skill levels exaggerated to extreme highs and or extreme lows, a vast majority of the citizens in the underground either used to be talented professional animators in life or were taught by them. And while hollowed-out gourds weren’t their usual medium, it was a welcome change of pace from using ink. (Aside from the Ink Demon, nobody ever used the stuff for drawing anymore. And some would happily avoid it altogether if they didn’t need it to live like humans needed water.)

Most submissions were less jack-o-lanterns and more art sculptures made out of multiple pumpkins; like the drum set (that could be played just like a real one), the life-size projectionist that played recorded screams to anyone who came too close (Luckily for the SSSB, Norman had found it hilarious and asked Cameraman to take a picture of him with his ‘twin’.), the five-tier wedding cake (which sadly contained no real cake, and didn’t even have pumpkin pie inside it!), the ten-foot-tall dragon that shot out real fire (Don’t ask the wooly triplets where they got the flamethrower...), and the headless horseman complete with a pumpkin horse (But more impressive was the puzzle you had to solve to see the piece itself).

Others thankfully, only used one pumpkin, but they weren’t any less impressive; some people carved out classic art pieces like the Mona Lisa or The Creation of Adam (curse you toon instincts), a lot of people carved out scenes from the bendy cartoons (old habits die hard), while others...

“Hey! Charley! Charley! Look! My Pumpkin’s done!”

The spider child was happily bouncing up and down as he ‘waited’ for the Butcher gang boss to look up from his own work, luckily he only needed to wait one and a half seconds.

“Excellent Job, Edgar!” Charley smiled and patted the excited spider on the head. “It looks just like Barley!”

“Really?”

“Yep! And I can tell you’ve really worked hard on it. Why don’t you go find him and show him while I put the finishing touches on mine.”

“Okay!”

The spider happily scampered away with his Jack-o-lantern in hand looking for Barley. He knew that the pirate was still somewhere in the pumpkin tent so Edgar knew not to leave it. But that still left the question of where in the tent was the pirate.

“Hi Mr. Simmons!” The butcher gang kid waved to the passing human. “Do you know where Barley is?”

“No, sorry Edgar, but I’m just here to judge.”

“Okay, thank you anyway.”

“Although you might want to try the left side of the tent!” Mr. Simmons called out after the spider “There’s a hot chocolate and cider stand over there and it’s pretty popular.”

“Thanks for the tip!”

He happily went over to where Mr. Simmons had pointed. The cider stand itself had a line that was far too long for a little ruffian (Or anyone who had things to do) to wait in and he didn’t see Barley anywhere in it so he looked elsewhere.

As he searched, he saw many different works, from the classic ‘jagged smile and frowning eyes’ Jack-o-lantern to the weird and extraordinary pieces. One guy even made a renaissance-style mural of the ink people being freed from Joey’s machine entirely out of discarded pumpkin guts!

Speaking of Joey, the pumpkin sitting down on the table in the corner looked just like him...

Curiously, the little spider went closer to it to try to figure out who and why anyone would carve that without adding some kind of insulting depiction, but those questions instantly died out as he saw the pumpkin’s artist return with a hot chocolate in hand.

“Hiya Mr. Inkwell! Are you carving a family portrait too?”

“Huh? Oh this? I mean... Technically yes but no. I just thought it would be funny to make this and tell everyone that I just carved a di- -anyway, what’s with that little pumpkin of yours?”

“Me and the rest of the gang carved each other!” Edgar held up his own pumpkin for the Ink Demon to see. “I carved Barley, Barley carved Charley, and Charley’s carving me!”

“Well good job kiddo, your old men must be so proud of you.”

“Did Mr. Joey Drew carve you too? I didn’t know he was still around!”

“...That’s because he’s not... (Or at least, if he is, than he’s probably not happy about being reminded about everything he’s lost.) Anyway, I don’t have family.”

“What about Henry?” Edgar put his pumpkin on the ground to count on his legs. “And Sammy, and Mr. Conner, and Ms. Allison, and Bendy, and Mr. Pluto...” He fell to the floor with a gentle thud as he ran out of legs to count on. “Aren’t you guys all family?”

The on-model ink demon raised an eye in confusion.

“No, what on earth gave you that idea?”

“Henry loves you and tried to take care of you in the studio, Allison seems to enjoy gardening with you, before Sammy went to the asylum, he sent you a bunch of flowers with two cards and you cried for almost two months straight...”

“zip it!” The Ink Demon slapped his hands over the spider toon’s mouth before sighing, knowing that he probably wont let this ‘family’ thing go without an explanation. “...You know how Mr. Simmons and Ms. Simmons were family, but aren’t anymore because Ms. Simmons was being too mean to Mr. Simmons?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t deserve have a family because I was too mean to mine.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Inky...” Edgar wracked his little arachnid brain for a solution... “I got it! What if you join my family? We’re rough and tough and we’ve seen your worst before and aren’t scared of you! Not even a little bit!”

The Demon was slightly taken aback. Him? Join the Butcher gang? The trio that was meant to be his number one enemies? Did the spider kid lose his mind in the studio?! Surely the other two members would have the common sense to turn him down, right?

“Why don’t you ask your dads first to see if it’s okay with them.”

“Okay!”

Edgar grabbed Inky’s hand with one front leg and his pumpkin with the other and continued to hunt down Barley.

[twofootedbones]

Wooden Boxes (Entire Story)

Summary: Small group of friends finds themselves in the forest just to get drunk and burn tree branches in a fire pit. One thing leads to another and now John is stuck with some kind of cheap horror movie plot box and a becomes responsible for a murder. Now that is all just between him and Father Erik. 

"Father I believe I have done more than sin, " John sat calmly on his side of the confessional. The calm demeanor wasn’t going to last long as his story continued and he knew this. "Tell unto me your troubles child, " Father Erik had invited the boy into the safe space after his recent suspicious behavior. John hadn't always been one to make it to church every single Sunday, but the boy's family was well known here. The man had watched him grow up watching him become more and more of a strapping young man each Sunday up until he had gone off towards college. But for the young man to suddenly appear in his church after all this time, it was obviously a moment of need. John stared down at his shoes, simple black sneakers that he could see the collecting dust fall towards. The woven brown reeds were pierced by the dyed sunlight coming from the stained glass. Greens, blues, and reds danced around the space making everything seem like it was all a children’ room. 

"It started through a party, " 

Erik would've never expected the boy to say anything like that. The blonde never seemed like the type to go to any party higher than a get-together. But there could be a lot about the boy he didn’t know.

 "We were all drinking, no one driving, it was technically supposed to be a camping trip, "

-

"If you haven't finished that wine yet you better fucking pass it bitchboy, " Conner gargled and cackled. His voice slurred through 2 fireballs and more than his fair share in beer. John clung to the white wine like it was a bar of gold. "You drunk slut! Get your own!" He yelled swatting away the hands of his brother. Saron sat across on a separate log, laughing into his premade sex on the beach, while poor Rick sipped from his Vermouth. He had to be the slightly sober one out of all of this, having to get at least a gallon or two of the booze before getting any kind of buzz.

 The blonde twins on the other side of the fire continued to argue about who should get the long empty white wine bottle. The air was crisp, untouched by human pollution, it was strange to both Rick and Saron but to the other two, the forest was a second home. Everyone held their own geographic location close to their hearts, while Saron loved the feeling of sand and the sounds of the sea, John craved the smell of the great pines and the sight of the growing ivy. The fire crackled before them, embers flying up into the now dying daylight. The chill of the wind started to hit everyone but the safety of Rick's van was only feet away. John shot up, almost immediately falling back over in the process. 

"I'm going to go take a piss, and I'm taking my wine with me, " he announced while stumbling towards the surrounding trees. "Don't stay out there for too long!" Rick called after him. Saron pats the older boy on the chest. "This is John we are talking about, if he gets lost then we're in a different forest, " 

The blonde did a sloppy job doing his business, hitting everything around the tree trunk rather than the tree trunk he was currently touching foreheads with. Something yelped behind him, it was like a scream that was gagged too soon. The blonde shot around, zipping himself up with more precision than his blackout brain would've wanted. He had never heard a sound like that in the forests before, no bird or mountain lion could ever make such a sound. There was someone or something out there amongst the leaves with him. 

Eyes started to search the leaves desperately, his drunken brain making him see and assume the worst of the worst. Was there a body amongst them? Did the poor boy wander upon a murder scene? The wind blew through the leaves, the temperature dropping with the sun. Once green trees are now turning black. The forest colors dripping down into the ground, making everything a harsh brown and an unforgiving black. Those green eyes wandered across something that might've matched the scenery, but the shape was wrong. A thick and tall wine box sat rotting amongst the forest floor. The top of the box was covered in layers upon layers of various colored candle wax. It seemed to be fresh wax, no dirt visible in the brightly colored substance. It sat straight up, facing the boy and almost inviting him in. At first, he was going to laugh, no amount of adrenaline could sober him up. He giggled at the box, unable to see any seriousness in the situation, believing that this thing could just be someone’s time capsule or some kind of harmless prank.

 "Did you just scream?" he asked the box. He moved closer, stumbling and slow. He started to talk to the box like it was a small dog, fear had left him. "Ya cold out here buddy? Come on, let's go back to the bonfire, " with that John picked up the box and started to carry it back towards camp. Everyone had already crawled their way into the van by then, so he slipped the box into his lemon of a car, placing it in the passenger side before forcing himself into the pile in the back of the van, shutting the van door behind him. He pushed himself onto the end being back to back with his brother. Having all of the blankets stolen from him before he had even fallen asleep. The sounds of the forest seeming to pierce the metal walls and echo through the vehicle. 

-

"This box, " 

Erik interrupted the story snapping John back to the tan comfort of the confessional. "What did it look like again?" 

John knew all too well what the box looked like, he knew every single detail and wax smudge on that stupid box. For something so simple it was stapled into his mind so well. The bright tan of the wood and how it was stained different shades from the candle wax. How the locks on the side looked so out of place and how the screws were put in wrong.

 "It was a wine box, one of those old ones like the cigar boxes, with white and purple candle wax all over it, " 

“Hm,” 

-

The sun tried it's best to pierce through the dirtied and fogged up windows of the van but had no such luck, only creating a dim and dusty light that stained everything yellow. John had woken up first, almost expecting the sound of his alarm to attack his senses, but instead it was just the lovely symptoms of a hangover. The night before started to come back to him as he gazed upon the white wine bottle he fought so hard to keep cuddled up to him. 

While the red of the metal walls and the yellow of the light provided comfort, something was off. There was something wrong about the scene, it felt as if he shouldn’t be here. The forest was silent, no morning birds, no sounds of the small creatures running through the leaves and the bushes, nothing. Something was stopping everything. 

No matter how hard he tried to shake it, the feeling of someone watching him overpowered his murderous migraine. Rick, the patron saint of all their outings, had packed not only a surplus of aspirins and a cooler of just orange juice. His pounding mind pleaded for him to try and get up to get the two miracle products but something was stopping him. Something was looking right at them, he could feel it. A pair of eyes all too bigger than his own we're starting him down and he could feel them on him. Three deep breaths and counting the number of breaths that came from the rest of the room grounded him. Three of his own and three others. The sunlight started to brighten, desperately wanting to get inside of the van. How much time was he wasting staring at the ceiling? And how much longer was this feeling going to last? 

Then something else tried to get in. An unidentifiable head covered the small back window, much too large to be a human's. It didn't move, just stood there. John couldn't see the window, but when the light that once covered the roof had up and left him, so did any calm demeanor that he once had. "Rick, " 

He called out for the silver-haired boy, hoping and praying that he could see what he was seeing. "Rick, wake up, " John' eyes refused to leave the ceiling, watching and waiting for the light to come back. "Rick, " he repeated in a harsher tone. 

"Wh- what? What?" He had finally woken up, and just like that, the light was back. John finally got his bones to move, sitting up and changing his focus from the roof to the window. "I think there's someone outside the van, " 

"What?" was apparently the word of the day. "Yeah, I think there's someone outside, they were just looking through the window, " 

Rick untangled himself from Saron and pushed himself up against the same window that the head was once hiding behind. The boy pushed to unlock the door while the other two struggled with their own hangovers. Conner lazily watched in awe as the silver-haired boy moved so fast. He swung the van door open as well as started swinging, looking back and forth for anyone around. “Hello?!” he called out to the empty, empty forest. John trailed out after him, wobbly from the sun’s rays attacking his eyes and brains. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s out here,” he said a bit calmer to the staggering blonde. “But there definitely was, look at your poor car dude,” 

John staggered over towards his vehicle, hearing the van door slide shut behind him, the two left there no doubt snuggling back up and falling back asleep. The entire windshield was covered in sap. A full brown and golden coat covered the glass, almost completely obscuring the view. “It must’ve been some fuckin prankster kids or something,” Rick shook his head, reaching to touch the syrup. “I have a snow scraper under the seat it might work,” the blonde mumbled. 

-

“The whole front glass pane?” the older man interrupted with another question. “If it really was just some hooligans, where would they have gotten all that tree sap?” 

John laughed on the other side of the thin woven wall. “It would be quite the prank to pull, no matter how much I scraped, there was no real way to get rid of it,” the boy would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about gathering tree sap just to do that to Conner or believing that Conner had done that to his car himself. “Six car washes later it’s not as sticky anymore but the windshield wiper still gets stuck,” 

“Continue with your story, my child,” 

-

The door swung open all too fast, slamming the door handle into the thankfully placed door stopper. It wasn’t like it was stopping much due to the many doorknob sized holes in the wall. The apartment manager wasn’t exactly happy about it, but this wasn’t exactly anything new. He’s been living here for a year now, when he moves out he’ll fix it. The aspirins had started to wear themselves off as they lacked the power to last the whole migraine. That’s only expected from gas station migraine meds. He shut the door behind him with his foot, unable to touch the handle with his hands as they were both filled with the simple camping equipment and the new antique he gets to add to his collection, free of charge. He set the wine box down on the coffee table, for now, the glass clinking as the metal corners hit the surface.

John left the box there, wandering further into the two-bedroom one bath apartment to shove the other items there before returning to the couch where he would further hibernate. On the way back to the living room, he kicked off his shoes only to leave them somewhere in the hallway. Right now was not the time to keep things simple and clean. The shirt came off next, being thrown somewhere towards the kitchen but he never saw where it landed. A pale body flopped onto the small pull out couch, his feet hanging off the other end but being too lazy to pull the whole small bed out of the couch. Green eyes stared at the wine box that made the coffee table it's home. The box was surprisingly clean for being somewhere in the forest. John started to search for his phone, slapping his pockets until he could recognize the size of his ancient smartphone in his front pocket. 

While Conner begged for him to update his phone and finally live the 5G life if it wasn’t broken don’t fix it. John clicked open the phone and started his common words search. Wine box covered in wax? Spiritual box? Vintage box covered in wax? Spiritual wine box? 

The last search is when he actually got anything. Dybbuk box. What was currently sitting on his coffee table was something called a Dybbuk box. Thousands of clickbait videos showed up in the results. Tens of them having “Gone wrong” somewhere in the title. He opened up Youtube, clicking through the thousands of videos till he could find some kind of informational video that was obviously a child's clickbait. A short video by some kind of news site told him everything he could need to know. Well, not really but get the gist. The box held some kind of demon, a demon that would latch itself onto whoever came into contact with the box. John had carried that box with both hands on multiple occasions. The lady in the video said that the bad events would come in threes, but with the millions of clickbait videos, he started to believe that this was all just a load of shit. Mostly considering that the legendary box was a small wine cabinet and not a dinky single bottle wine box.

 The boy clicked his phone off and set it down on the coffee table next to the box. “Did some Youtuber leave you in the forest, huh?” he asked the box. He smiled at the small prop, laughing about the story he could tell to Travis and Carol in class tomorrow. “I got a bookshelf with your name on it,” he spoke to the box again. 

He didn’t realize that he had slept until he woke up to the natural light leaving him behind. What was he doing when he got home? The light of the street lamps found their way through his windows. He didn’t want to get up just yet, staring out his window and watching the cars on the road outside. Class started back up tomorrow, ending spring break and starting the home stretch to summer break. As if he was even going to make it that long. His grades have been falling to pieces before his very eyes, having to get Travis and Carol to help him with everything. They were upperclassmen and he’s lucky that he even got them to look at his direction. Maybe he could squeeze in a bit of homework tonight. His eyes wandered towards the ceiling. 

Something blocked the light again. 

The same pitch black figure, head much too large for its own body, it was a blessing that the neck could even support it. Or perhaps that's just what the shadow made it look like. John had only got a glimpse of it before it duck down below the window. The blonde shot up, staring back at the window. Now he was starting to regret not having curtains. He didn’t live in a shady part of town or didn't trust his neighbors, but he was starting to. John rolled off the couch, keeping his eyes on the window only looking away to check if the door was locked. It wasn’t. 

The boy dreaded moving anywhere close to the window, it was an irrational fear, there was nothing there he could still be drunk and this all was just his eyes playing tricks on him. He was just tired. It was just one of his neighbors walking by. It was a car going by the streetlamp. 

The two locks shut with two simple clicks. The door knob lock jiggles slightly and the deadbolt sliding securely into place. A short lived wave of calm brushed over him, a breath he didn’t know he was holding escaped between his lips. A crash snapped him back into reality, his body whipped around to face the wine box that had now flashed itself onto the floor, standing up perfectly. John wasn’t a very religious person, while his family forced him into church he believed it was all just some story that people preached for morals like fairy tales. But at that moment, he could believe that there was something in the house with him.

“This is ridiculous,” 

Anger forced his anxiety out and made itself the leading factor of his actions. The blonde stormed over and snatched the box off of the ground, almost throwing it into the spare room. The box landed amongst the forgetting camping stuff on the floor. He slammed the door behind him and went to bed without a shower. 

-

“You threw the Dybbuk box?” 

The voice was harsh and stern. Erik was always a second father to him, so it was a bit difficult to hear that tone. John started to shake, regret and grief taking over him for disrespecting the box and disappointing Erik. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled holding his head in his hands. The center latched clicked open and the small door opened up, the older man slipping in a box of tissues. 

-

The most annoying alarm rang through the apartment, breaking through the blockage of both the walls and the pillows. John slapped the life out of his phone, sliding his and back and forth to desperately shut the sound off. His face still buried deep into his pillow and blankets still covering his face. His hand bumped into something that definitely wasn’t on his nightstand last night. The harsh wooden texture and the smooth oily feeling made his eyes shoot open faster than a speed dial. There stood the box, right on his nightstand. John sighed, slamming his face back into the pillow, this had to be a prank. His hand remained on the box, trying to think of who had a spare key to his apartment. 

Conner.

 Of course his brother would do some stupid shit like this. His pranks always had layers upon layers of planning. A small splinter of doubt hit him, believing that Conner was too piss drunk to place the box behind him in the woods, but then he remembered that Rick was sober and that trio of assholes lived together. So, of course he would be in on it. The blonde rolled out of bed, checking the time on his phone before picking the box back up. 

“If I throw you away then he won’t be able to move you around anymore,” he spoke to the box again. “But then again, if I hide you somewhere then I could catch him in the act,” he smiled, his plan sounding like a great one. There weren't a lot of places in his apartment that he could hide the box, but there were a few places he knew Conner would never look. So, into the back of the freezer it went. The box was covered up by frozen bags of fruits and vegetables. “Let’s see him find you now,” 

-

John got home from class like it was every other day, slamming the door open and closing it softly before throwing himself onto his couch and crashing his backpack onto the coffee table. Only this time when his backpack slammed itself into the coffee table, it shoved something else off of it. John lacked a TV so there was no way he could blame the crash on something as simple as a remote. The blonde lifted his head to see before him the stupid box. He was started to curse this box and the stupid game his brother was playing on him, did the boy really search through everywhere?! And in the freezer of all places?! He was sick of it. He was sick of the idea that Conner had even thought that doing this stupid little demon prank was a good idea. 

It all just bothered him so much more than it should, unable to understand these drastic moods lately. He was mad almost all the time now, mad at his apartment door, mad at his classmates, mad at his stupid car, mad at his friends for being so fucking nosy, and mad at himself for being mad. It was all so confusing.

But angering all the same. 

The blonde struggled to find out where the thorn in his demeanor was from, while the box in front of him knew exactly where it was from. The boy stared at the box, brows permanently frowed together in the most peeved face he had ever made. “What’s even inside you anyway you useless thing?” he asked in the box. Then it jostled. Causing him to become startled himself. “What the fuck?” he said aloud, quickly shifting to sit up and pick up the box. It jumped again in his hands. This scared him more than just seeing it move on the floor. He's held jumping beans before, but those were small, whatever this was, was bigger than some bug.

 John threw the box across the room, hearing it crash against the wall with a thud then crack open on the floor. The wax scattered itself and the wood splintered. The inside remained pitch black despite the many lights that flooded the apartment. John stood up, backing away but needing to get closer to be able to kill whatever rat or creature Conner had put in this stupid wine box.  It was only after a void black dripping hand slapped itself out of the small box did he realize that this wasn’t a prank. The hand desperately slapped and gripped at the carpet floor, whatever it was attached to wanting out. The fingers curled and flexed in all different directions, seeming to drag itself towards John. The boy was stuck in place, watching with wide eyes as a second hand forced itself out of the broken box. Both arms and finger flexing and flailing around, the sound of the newly wet carpet being slapped on by the mystery appendages. A watermelon sized head pulled itself out of the small opening, the jaw was sharp and pointed in several areas, just above opening in a large toothed mouth with a swirling tongue that seemed to go up and lick the rest of the face like a gecko would to its own eyeball. The head shook back and forth, sometimes even slapping itself on the carpet too, desperately wiggling to free itself from the prison it had once been trapped in. A skinny body followed the head, neck thinner than would ever be expected to lift the head and a chest that was no larger than a notebook. There were no legs on the creature, relying on the long arms it had to keep it mobile. It seemed to look around the small apartment before making a Beeline towards the blonde that only watched in shock and fear as it dragged itself forward and onto the coffee table with just its thin and dripping arms. It was as if the creature was made out of nothing but stale and out of date ink. The large mouth opened before those arms propelled the body towards John with a powerful launch. 

Last thing he knew, the creature was on his face. 

-

John woke up on his apartment floor hours upon hours later. It couldn’t have been that long because it was still light outside, but the buzzing of his phone told a different story. The simple caller ID told him that it was one of his classmates. Well technically an upperclassmen, but he was a classmate all the same. “Hello? Travis?” he spoke slurred into the phone. “John!?” the voice on the other end boomed. “Where have you been!? You’ve been out for two days!” 

There was no way his phone battery had lasted more than 3 hours the day he got home. The boy looked down at himself as the older man on the other line continued to speak, completely tuning him out as he examined himself. He was still wearing the same shirt and same shorts he had been wearing when he got home. The same backpack sat on the coffee table. The scene he endured came back to him, he whipped his head around to look for wither the creature that attacked him or the box he had shattered, but neither were present.

“Are you even listening to me?” Travis snapped him back to the phone conversation he hadn’t gotten a word of. “What?” he asked.

“Where are you? Me and Carol are going to come get you, we’ve been worried to death dude,” 

Well that was reasonable. “I’m just at my apartment,” 

“We’re on our way,” and with that the line went dead.

A feeling of dread started to attack the boy, although it was just a simple phone conversation, he was yet again alone in his apartment. He was afraid to move, even more terrified to even go into any of the rooms of the house. There was no telling where the thing had gone, even if it did make it back to the stupid box, he didn’t want to see it anymore. John looked down to his legs and noticed something he hadn’t earlier. From his ankle all the way up his legs, even so much as stretching under his shorts, was covered in patches of bruises. While some were a fading yellow, others were the deepest purple he had ever seen. How was he supposed to explain these to Travis and Carol? 

John would either have to face his fears of the other rooms, or try and explain that he was attacked by a Lovecraft creature. The boy stood up on aching legs, almost immediately falling back to his stop on the ground. It hurt. The boy's face twisted up in pain, temporarily distracting him from the fear of the loose creature. Each step sent shockwaves through his body, his feet feeling as if he was walking on scolding needles. The walk towards the bedroom door felt as if an hour had already passed, sweat starting to run down his face already. While he turned the doorknob to the room, the one attached to the front door started to shake as well. It was followed by all too forceful knocks and a deep voice that broke through every wall. Maybe it had taken him an hour to get to the bedroom. “Just a second!” he yelled back, the remaining fear that gripped onto him let go, leaving just his injuries to slow him down. The knocks continued as he threw the dresser drawer open, he was surprised that Travis was being this impatient but then again he did drop off the face of the earth for two days. Wait, if they were really worried then why didn’t they just get Conner to let them into the apartment. John stared at himself in the body length mirror as he struggled to hop his legs into the longer sweatpants. Something wasn’t adding up, but he blamed it on school and some other unknown excuse he knew was there but couldn’t think of. 

The blonde started to get used to the new pain that was walking as he rushed from the bedroom to the front door, the knocking continued up until he placed his hand on the doorknob. He paid no attention to it until he swung the door open to see no one there. Nothing but the day’s sun and the gentle breeze made its way through the entrance. A sound went off behind him, he could almost recognize it as the knives in the kitchen clattering to the floor and the coffee table bursting into pieces. 

-

This time John actually woke up. The boy was on his knees in the middle of the small kitchen, steak knife in his hand aimed towards his legs. He couldn’t move, only observing in horror at the various butter and steak knives that sat around him in a circle, each blade curled completely into a corkscrew. His heart is the only thing racing. His knuckles shone white as he squeezed on the handle of the knife in his hand, terrified of the object but refusing to let go of it. He wanted to get up, he wanted to run away, he wanted to find his phone he really did, but something had his legs bolted to the tile floor. Half-assed deep breaths calmed his pulse down somewhat, but how was one supposed to be calm in a situation like this. The blonde tried to look over the kitchen counter towards the rest of the house, unable to see a single thing other than the darkness of the window. What day was it? What time was it? Was he still alive? John was endlessly confused with his situation. The mild confusion and anger stopped dead when a familiar slap sounded just out of his view. His heart rate kicked up again, being just as loud as the several wet slaps that followed the first. The long inked hand appeared again, just around the counter. The flexing appendages pulled and scraped the head and rest of the body into view, the creature dragging and lifting itself to sit right in front of the boy. It was silent. The only sound echoing through the small space was John’ breathing and the sound of the tar from its body dropping to the tile. It was a staring match despite the monster’s lack of eyes. The mouth started to open, open wide. John was convinced that the mouth of teeth would be the last thing he would ever get to see before his body would shut down. The mouth kept going, opening and curling back much like the blades on the ground around him. It revealed a face. The face of a boy much like him but so much younger, bright almost glowing red eyes met his green as the real staring contest began. The muk continued to curl back, revealing hair that could rival the black tar in color and a surplus of skin that one would only find on the body of an albino. 

A simple dress shirt and sweater vest was revealed as it continued to drip away, splatters of blood covering the sleeves while whatever blood was on the vest had been swallowed by the darker colors. The rest of the tar dripped away revealing a sight much worse than the cover of the void. The creature lacked legs because the boy under lacked them as well. The dress shirt and vest were shredded at the ends, revealing in full view a pile of driped and wasted organs that spilled out of the open body. Flesh hung out in surplus, the meat seeming more of a petrified jerky with age. John had audibly gasped at the sight, almost expecting an attack from the boy in front of him for doing anything. But instead, he spoke. “I know,” 

The voice was broken and raspy, but remained deep and sarcastic. “You need to do something for me,” the voice spoke again. 

It took him more than a few seconds but the blonde managed to find his own voice. “Who are you?” he asked. 

“Var, You need to do something for me,” he repeated, his tone becoming more and more aggravated. There was no avoiding the question. “What, what do you need?” 

That was where he had started to cover up the grave he dug himself. John had invited the dybbuk onto himself. He had allowed the creature to attach itself to him. The spirit of the boy and the boy’s disgusting and murderous longing. The boy pulled himself closer, the curled knives moving on their own around him. “2116 Aervre Street,” the boy said, putting his hands on his, wrapping around them to help hold the knife in place. They were as cold as ice, burning his hands the longer they stayed there. The knife started to freeze in his hands, crystallizing and piercing his hands. This was real, this time it wasn’t a dream. The body of the boy melting in front of him, the knife staying attached to his hands. Whispered started from behind him, at first he couldn’t tell what they were saying, but as they grew louder and closer he could make out the word simply. “Kill, kill, kill, kill,” it chanted. 

He had a job to do and Var was going to make him do it. Legs shooting up and moving on their own. The curled knives clattered around the kitchen as his legs started to feel. Wet. The black sludge from the floor flowing up and attaching themselves to his body. He didn’t come back to the present until he found himself sitting in the car. 

The car started with a scream, the busted engine coming to life as the small key started the whole thing. The car lights turned on with a flash before shutting off, leaving the boy in the darkness of the night, only interrupted by the glow in the dark lights of the dashboard symbols. The sharp blade glimmered in the flashed lights, drawing his attention to it once again. He had everything he could’ve needed. Bolt cutters, the knife that had yet to leave his hands, gloves, simple toss away shoes he had left over from summer, he had everything. John could feel himself getting sick over the task at hand, half of his mind rejecting even thinking that the spirit had meant something else while the other half, the half that wasn’t him, was already committing the crime. The busted  box sat in the back, fully visible through the rear-view mirror. Var was watching him, watching him closely. The blonde could feel the pressure of the creature resting on his shoulders, almost forcing itself into his body, forcing him to have a lead foot. The car calmly left the parking lot and out onto the main roads. Snoogle maps screamed the directions to him through the discount sound system. The bluetooth speaker glued to the dashboard jostled as he sped up, completely ignoring the speed bumps as he passed through empty neighborhoods. He bounced up and down in the car, feeling Var shove him back down into the seat. The tools that once sat next to him in the passenger’s seat now found their home on the floor, the wine box in the back seat refused to move, as if it was glued down tight to the middle seat. The fresh wax on the box seemed to melt, never dripping but a constant flow like it was all pulsing. Like it was living. It was living. John ran through a red light, the sounds of the honking cars in the intersection snapping his attention back to the road, he was back on the main road again. The cops were going to be called on him soon. He knew this as a fact. 

The speaker roared his last few directions at him, the bass and water damage almost gargling the words. John was almost convinced that part of the sounds were the demon’s doing. The speaker said something about the destination being on the right before the dust dome completely exploded, shooting the guts of the small speaker forward and towards the metal mesh making that mesh the only thing keeping John from facing an electrical injury. The blonde slammed on the brakes, the tires shrieking behind him the trimming bound to be ruined by now but none of that mattered to him apparently. John yanked the key out of the ignition, checking over it to see if it was bent or not. It was fine though scolding hot to the touch, he learned that the hard way. Hissing as he shoved his twice burnt fingers into his mouth as if it was going to make a single difference. Once with ice and once with heat. Something in the back of his mind screamed at him, he could hear the raspy voice he had heard in the kitchen speaking to him. "Hurry up,” was all the voice was repeating. The words forced a noticeable amount of anxiety on the boy, draping himself over the center compartment to reach the tools he needed on the floor. John put on the medical mask with shaking hands, tucking his hair into a baseball cap he planned to burn after all of this, and scribbled all over his face with a body paint stick not even bothering to look in the visor mirrors. He needed to be unrecognizable. Snatching a satchel from the back seat he was ready to head out. The boy looked over at the house, the first thing he saw was the doorbell cam. There was no real easy way to take those out, so he couldn't use the front door or approach the front steps at all for that matter. The gate to the back was easy money, chain link and short enough not to make much noise climbing over. 

The backyard was large, large enough to fit a pool but remained empty. A sharp knock to the back of his head staggered him enough to drop to the ground. “You didn’t even check for a dog,” the cracking voice screamed at him. Var was right, but John could honestly care less. His vision blurred as he tried to get up, the dybbuk cursing in the back of his mind saying things about how he didn’t hit the other that hard. The blonde walked around, viewing the backside of the house, looking for cameras, open windows, or any lights on in the house. It was as if the place was completely abandoned. Every single curtain was open while none of the lights were on. There was no camera and no lights. “You’re welcome,” Var almost screamed in his right ear. He had gotten all too used to having to deal with the creatures lack of volume control. The sliding glass door made a click, John could only guess that the lock on it had sprung open. The boy took off his shoes, shoving them into the bag and throwing on some cheap flip flops over his socks. Fashion didn’t matter in the middle of attempted murder. The pure rubber shoes squeaked as they pressed against the wooden floors. He started to shut the door behind him when a small gash opened itself up on his arm. It took a lot in his power to yelp while it happened, quickly covering it to stop bleeding. If his DNA evidence was found on the scene, they’d catch him almost immediately. “Easy escape,”

John acted quickly, sliding one of the flip flops off, yanking his sock off, and attempting to wrap and tie the fabric around his arm right as he slipped his foot back into the shoe. The sock ripped to shreds in his hand, easier to wrap around his arm. He was already wasting so much time as it is, feeling the demon on his shoulders grow more and more impatient the more he struggled to tie the fabric off. 

John looked around the dining room and kitchen combo. It was pristine, as if the cleaning lady had just come by not two hours ago and deep cleaned every surface. If he left so much as a trace he’d be fucked. Var started to pull him towards a doorway, that doorway led to the living room. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling that seemed to stretch all the way to the roof, no divider between the up and down stairs areas. A small curving stairwell stretches itself from the bottom to top floor, proudly displaying an open hallway where several doors could be seen, every single one of them was closed. Stress was taken off of his back and neck, feeling Var lighten his attachment. The dybbuk was searching the house for the target, John stood patiently in the living room, looking around the doors to see if there was any kind of alarm system anywhere in the house. That was when he saw some items that started to raise a bit of suspicion. It was difficult to view in the plain darkness, so he pulled out his phone and flashed the light of the screen towards it.

 A wheelchair sat next to the door, with one of those stair climber chairs sitting right next to it. Something wasn’t right here. Some kind of monitor sat next to the tv, the wires stretching from there to the couch. Before he got the time to investigate further the pressure of barbells returned to his shoulders, the pressure forcibly pushing him towards the stairs. His foot touched the carpeted stairs with caution, the fabric below him squishing down and bouncing back as if it had never been walked on before. The knife in his bag began to feel heavy, this time not because of Var but because of the guilt of knowing what he was about to do. While this was a problem, something told John that he wouldn’t even have to take the knife out of the bag. Tears started to gather, glassing his eyes but refusing to fall just yet. His nose started to stuff up but he chose to ignore it, breathing through his mouth allowing his shaking breaths become louder and louder. Var had not made some kind of comment or punished him for the behavior yet, but he knew it was going to come.

 A quick slap to the face set him in the right direction once he got to the top of the staircase. To the left it was. The dead silence of the house was replaced with the light sounds of a breathing machine. Quite literally. John recognized the sounds from having to take his brother to the hospital for an asthma attack. The faint sound alone confirmed his suspicions, this old enemy is quite old indeed. The door was almost highlighted as it sat on the other side of the hallway, green lights shining from the crack at the bottom of the door. The blonde felt empty, as if the hands that were opening and door and the feet that were walking across the cushy carpet weren’t his. Before he could even come to, the once calmy beeping monitor was dead flat. The wire that once held the whole man together in his hands and out of the power socket, but Var still wasn’t satisfied and that was the last thing he had heard. The creature screaming in the back of his mind. “It’s not done till there's blood!” 

-

The morning light invaded the newly placed curtains in the apartment, the light cream color giving the whole living room a comfortable feeling. John needed it. He was free from the creature that had plagued him, but it was all from over. Every single news article and report only reminded him of the monstrosity he had gone through and every single time he had been abused by the spirit that possessed the simple wine box. The blonde could only assume that Var was gone completely, not finding a single trace of the box anywhere in his apartment or car. The knives in the kitchen remained bent though and the scars he earned from his battle with the creature would remain there forever. Perhaps he would be able to deal with all of that. 

-

John took a deep breath, completely calm by the end of his story although he knew there was nothing but trouble that could come from it now. Erik stared at the boy through the woven mesh, the natural sunlight now gone, leaving them with nothing but the artificial light of the church chandelier. The once calming kaleidoscope of stained glass colors is now gone and replaced with the buzzing of LED bulbs and eye straining bright white. The blonde looked up at the man who just stared at him in disbelief. “Please don’t tell anyone,” he begged. 

“Not a soul,” 

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Evan x Fem!Reader (SMUT) - Practice

The reader is Evan’s best friend and grew up with Zoe and Connor as she lives next door to him. Evan is crushing hard on Zoe and you’re struggling with your crush liking the girl you dated (You used to date Zoe and Evan doesn't know, you guys are still friends). The reader isn’t a virgin (You dated Connor as well as Zoe, both of whom you'd had sex with during the course of the relationship.) so she offers to teach him how to kiss and things… escalate. You are also still insecure about your body and have self-harm scars on your thighs. There is a lot of fluff/story setup at the beginning, so I’ll mark where that stops and smut begins! 

I wrote this for me personally originally so it’s very specific to me... Feel free to make requests for anything you’d like! I’m really into DEH at the moment so any ship you like, I’m down to write! I’ll write LGBT fics, any smut with kinks, whatever you fancy! There will be a sequel continuing this!

Warning: References to Self Harm, Smut, Swearing

You turn to look at your best friend Evan Hansen. He was rambling to you, Jared and Connor while you ate lunch, about what his therapist told him about managing his anxiety.

“And she said d-don’t worry about your hands getting sweaty, or they’ll be sweaty and even when you try to dry them it will get worse and the way to d-distract yourself is to imagine everyone naked, but then I get really u-uncomfortable because I think everyone’s naked and then I tried it when I was talking to Zoe and I got a b-b-bon- you know a-”

“Evan!” You interrupt him as he starts to spiral out of control. He inhaled and turned to face you.

“Y-yeah?” He flashed a nervous smile at you and you reached out to touch the top of his hand, he jumped but let it stay there. You looked him in the eyes and smiled softly.

“Calm down, okay? I’m sure she didn’t notice, you left straight away right?” You patted his arm before letting go and retracting it, still smiling.

“Y-yes! I, um well I actually r-ran away.” He corrected you, blushing. “She’s just so… so…” You flinched internally as he was lost for words to describe her, how perfect she was. It hurt, you knew it shouldn’t but it did. “I know she says we’re friends but I don’t really know how to talk to her without you guys there and she’s so beautiful…”

“Dude, that’s my sister you’re talking about getting a boner for!” Connor seemed to register what was being discussed and thumped the table. “Seriously dude just ask her out already so I can stop wanting to punch you!” Conner huffed and sunk down in his chair a little more and sulked.

“S-sorry!” Evan stuttered and blushed even more than before. You punched Connor in the arm.

“Listen, Evan, if you really want to ask Zoe out I could come over tonight and give you some pointers?’ You still cringed at the idea of Evan - YOUR Evan asking your other best friend AND ex-girlfriend out. “I could tell you the kind of stuff she likes?”

“R-Really? That would be great Y/N!” the bell rang, Evan grinned and jumped up from his seat, kissing you hurriedly on the cheek and running away excitedly. You froze in your seat as his lips touched your cheek and felt a stirring in the depths of your stomach. At this moment you were truly grateful you weren’t a guy or there may have been some issues downstairs.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jared poked you gently in the shoulder to check. “The bell went, we need to go..” you jumped at the contact.

“Yeah.” You sighed and got up and the three of you started walking to your next class.

“You struggling with Evan liking Zoe?” Connor asked, seemingly gentle and understanding for an unprecedented moment.

“W-what? No! I-I could care less about who Evan likes! I don’t care at all, not a bit!” You stuttered and tripped through the sentence, startled by Connor’s perceptive question.

“ I think the lady doth protest too much!” Jared quipped as you threw a nasty glare in his direction as he began to laugh. “Wow, Evan huh? Didn’t see that coming! He’s such a dork, the guy can’t even string a proper sentence together!”

“Jared! Leave me alone! This is bullying!” You shoved him gently and he pushed you back.

“I’m just sayin’ you’re hot! You could have picked pretty much any guy in the school! But you picked the socially awkward guy who has an unachievable crush on his best friend’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Sshh! He’s doesn’t know we dated! And I-I didn’t choose it! I haven’t! I don’t like Evan that way! I’m not even hot, I don’t know what you mean by that.” You struggled to lie to Jared since you knew him so well.

“Sure, Y/N. Sure. That’s why you and Connor used to fuck every night.” Jared chuckled while Connor sniggered behind the pair of you.

“Shut up! I do not have a crush on Evan Hansen!” You yelled, getting strange looks from passers-by. “Dumbasses.”

You arrived at Evan’s house, nervous about what you had planned to say to Evan. You knocked on the door gingerly and watched as Evan’s face appeared behind the now open door.

“Hey! T-thanks for this again. You r-really didn’t have to.” Evan smiled and opened the door, hugging you lightly before allowing you into the house.

“No problem! Anything for you, Evan.” You smiled, sitting down on the couch. “So, how can I help? I could tell you about the kind of romantic moves have worked on her in the past? She dated Aaron Jones last year and he only ever wanted to make out and fuck so she broke up with him so I would do something sensitive that doesn’t have any expectations tied to it?”

“M-make out? I’ve, um I-I-” He stuttered again, you could see him starting to panic.

“Whoa, okay don’t worry about that yet! I was thinking of something slightly subtle. Maybe a double date in the park, there’s less pressure for it to be a date-date?” You suggested gently as Evan began to calm down.

“Y-yeah. That could work, I’ll ask her tomorrow. Could you come? As my double date, uh bring whoever you like? B-but not Aaron James!” His eyes widened at the idea.

“I, um I don’t think that’s a good idea Ev, ask Jared or Connor? I have a lot of work to get done over the next couple of weeks..” You excused yourself and Evan’s face fell.

“I understand, o-of course I’ll ask Jared.”

”Y/N! I did it! I asked Zoe out! She said yes! I’m going with Jared and his mystery boyfriend? Do you know who it is?” You looked up at Evan and smiled.

“Great Evan! I’m so glad you were able to do that... Not sure who his boyfriend is!” You shrugged and Evan smiled back before looking anxious again, you touched his arm and you knew he was still worrying about Aaron James and his adventurous tongue. “Hey, don’t spiral again…”

“I-I haven’t kissed a-anyone b-before! What if I’m b-bad at it? This is a bad idea maybe I should just leave Zoe she’s probably happy being just friends and I’m gonna ruin it and I don't know how kissing works and what if I bite her and then she hates me forever? What then? I just really wish someone could just t-teach me how! How do people know? Oh, w-wait I wasn’t asking YOU to teach me, that would be weird, right? That would be weird, right?” Evan’s breathing continued to get heavier and heavier. You knew he was very much asking now.

“Ev, I’d be happy to teach you, if you really want me to… Then you’d know what to do after the date. She usually kisses after the first date so you’ll be prepared?”

“O-oh I mean t-“ He stuttered in surprise.

“It’s fine! You don’t have to!” You backtracked.

“N-n-no! I would, I’d appreciate that. That would be really helpful. Really, um, really great..” He trailed off, you looked away and so did he.

“Okay then… Is your house okay?”

“Y-Yeah, my mom’s at college tonight.”

“Cool..”

“Cool…” You looked awkwardly at each other.

“It won’t even be like your first kiss because it’s not with someone you’re attracted to! So it’s just practice for the real one.”

“Y-Yeah! Not to say that you a-aren’t attractive you are! And funny and kind! I don’t want you to think that I think you’re ugly or something because… I definitely… D-don’t think that.” He finished awkwardly and you laughed softly and picked up your tray.

“I’ll be over at about 6.” Was your parting message before dropping your tray off and heading to jazz band.

When you arrived at jazz band you spoke sat next to Zoe as she practised on her guitar.

“Hey, Zo! I, I heard you and Evan are going on a date tomorrow..?” Zoe paused and looked up at you.

“Yeah! He finally asked me out, in all honesty, I don’t really think of him that was but he’s my friend and I want to give him a chance, you know? Maybe I can least give him his first kiss! There’s no other girl in the school who he’ll ever build up the courage to kiss, he’ll be waiting until college otherwise!” She smiled at you and your heart ached for Evan. Maybe it was weird, giving him pointers on a girl who was very clearly not interested in him, but you wanted to be closer to him, to be supportive of him. He was sweet and kind and handsome, the likelihood was high that Zoe would grow to care about him in a romantic way. Smiling at Zoe you nodded, wishing her luck on the date.

You brushed your teeth as soon as you got home from band practice after school. Eating a mint and picking out your nicest bra (who knows how far the kissing would go? Maybe you could teach him some other things too…) you put on a skirt with a skirt tucked in, before changing your mind and putting on jeans and a t-shirt, then finally picking a skirt with fishnet tights underneath along with a shirt and jumper. Sighing at the exhausting decision-making process, you headed to Evan’s house.

You arrived at 6 pm on the dot and knocked. He opened the door and hugged you in his awkward way and let you in. You sat down on the sofa in his living room and patted the spot next to you. The smell of aftershave was a little overwhelming and you chuckled to yourself as you noticed an empty packet of mints on the coffee table.

“Come on, I won’t bite.” You beckoned him to sit again and he shuffled over to you, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He sat gingerly on the edge of the seat and looked at you.

“Okay, this is going to be fine okay? If you want we can watch TV for a bit so you can get comfortable again?”

“T-That would be great!” Evan’s shoulders dropped a little as he realised he wouldn’t have to kiss you just yet. You weren’t sure if it was disappointment or relief.

“Feel like watching Heathers? I found a bootleg online! I know how you feel about those but we did pay to go and watch it twice…”

“U-Um sure,” Evan replied smiling. You switched the TV to show YouTube and entered brought up the video.

30 minutes into the show you decided the anticipation had gone on for far too long and he seemed relaxed enough. “Evan I’m going to kiss you now.” You warned him and his eyes went completely wide. You leaned across and put your hand on the side of his face and pressed your lips to his. He was completely still during the kiss and placed an apprehensive hand on your waist before pulling away.

“Wow… Um, t-thanks! I didn’t know kissing was that… that nice. I, um I-I, wow.” He blinked heavily and turned back to the musical and you sighed before replying and placing your feet on his lap to continue watching.

“Yeah… Just, try to be a little more comfortable? Don’t just accept the kiss, be involved in it! Why don’t we take a little break, huh?” You finished your sentence as he began to stress out again.

“O-Okay.” He mumbled.

About ten minutes later Evan began to look uncomfortable. You realised why pretty quickly, it was the scene in the movie where Veronica sang Dead Girl Walking. The actors were grinding and kissing stage and Veronica was wearing a skirt and a bra while JD was shirtless. You had to admit you were getting a little hot under the collar watching them. Evan gingerly removed your feet from his lap and asked you quietly, eyes flashing from you to the TV in front of him. “C-could we try that again?”

“Of course, if you’re sure?” You asked and he nodded.

You pulled yourself onto his lap and he jumped a little, sitting up a little straighter and you smiled before leaning in and connected your lips to his once again. You took a moment to appreciate the softness of his lips, the warmth coming from them. His hands wave around a little as he tried to figure out what to do with them during the significantly more passionate kiss. You gripped his shirt at the shoulders and pressed yourself closer to him while you made out for a few minutes. He finally places one hand on your waist and another behind your neck, you rubbed your tongue across his bottom lip and he gasped, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, both of you breathing more and more heavily as you slid your hands up and down his chest. “Evan..” you moaned out and began to kiss his neck softly.

“Y/N..” He gasped, rubbing your back gently. “Y-Y/N! S-Stop!” He pushed you off him shakily. He crossed his legs. “T-Thanks. That was… helpful.. wow. U-Um I need to go to the toilet.” Evan got up quickly with his back to you and ran towards the staircase.

*smut starts here*

“Evan!” You called out and he turned his head to you. “Come here..” you sighed sympathetically. He kept his back towards you as he moved in your direction, trying his best to hide what was clearly a boner. “It’s okay, you know? It’s natural. You’ve never experienced that kind of intimacy before!”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I just couldn’t control it because the kissing was getting so intense and you’re so pretty plus I don’t really, um, touch… y-you know… that very often so when I got excited h-he got excited too I’m really sorry!” He rambled before trailing off. An idea struck you and you stood up and made him turn towards you. His boner was very evident and you sniggered slightly to yourself.

“It’s okay…” You laughed, blushing at his compliment and kissed him again. He jumped back a little as your thigh brushed against his crotch.

“Y-Y/N..” You reached down between the two of you and began to unbutton his pants. “What are you…” He breathed as you began to palm him. He took a half step backwards but moved no further, allowing your hand to remain in its current location.

“It’s all part of the lesson Ev, only if you’re okay with it though. We can stick to kissing if you’d like, that’s completely okay.” You looked him in the eyes, pausing your ministrations.

“C-Can you teach me, um, how to- you know, do… that stuff? I want to be good for Zoe, i-if we go that far. I’m s-scared I won’t… well last. Connor always talks about it like it’s so easy! And I k-know you have experience in that… area.”

“Of course Ev, if you really want that. We’ll stick to the basics okay? If you wanna know a secret, Connor was terrible at sex, to begin with! He learnt over time and so will you… If you want that. We can stop whenever you want, we’ll go slowly?” He nodded nervously and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you ever want to stop, let me know okay? Just shout…” You looked over at the baseball glove on the mantle, “Shout ‘glove’ okay?” He nodded at you as you kissed him again, still palming him against the outside of his khakis.

“Y/N... Oh my... If you’re not careful I won’t learn... anything today..” He mumbled into the kiss.

“What did you say?” You chuckled, he seemed to be relaxing a little.

“U-um, nothing! W-What did you say because I didn’t say anything at all I think that was yo- oh god! God!” He cried out as you slipped your hands inside his khakis and pulled his dick out. It was… unexpectedly large. You crouched down and licked gently up the side and his legs wobbled, he reached out a hand to grab the arm of the sofa. “H-Holy s-shit…” His eyes closed as you began to blow his 7-inch dick. “Y-Y/N, stop, stop I can’t hold it, glove!” He cried out and you pulled off him with a pop and looked up smiling.

“You okay?” Evan looked away momentarily, all his nerves overcoming him once again. You stood up and hugged him, pulling back you smiled. “Do you want to stop?” He smiled and shook his head.

“N-No I’m enjoying it, I just felt really nervous because I‘ve never h-had you know a b-blowjob and so I feel really awkward, I-I don’t know what to do, like where do I put my hands? Do I m-move or let you do all the work because that seems mean and I d-don’t want you to think I’m using you because you’re my best friend Y/N and I want you to feel valued. M-Maybe we should just stop, I feel like I-I’m taking advantage of you!” He began to spiral again and you stood up to face him.

“We can stop if you want to, but if we do this- well if I teach you how to do this, it’s not using me, not if I enjoy it too okay? It’s okay for you to enjoy it, casual sex is very normal okay?”

“C-casual s... I, um okay, I’m sorry I’m just panicking a little.”

“We can take a break whenever you need okay? We don’t even have to go all the way, alright?” He pulled his boxers back up the little way you had pushed them down and buttoned his trousers.

“A-Alright…” He replied, breathing heavily and you pulled him into a hug. He hugged you back, gripping your shirt tightly. After a few minutes of the hug, his breathing calmed and he let go. “Okay..”

“So, I’m just gonna kiss you now, since you seem completely comfortable with that. Remember to be natural, and it’s fine to enjoy it!” He nodded and placed his hands gingerly on your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt now. His eyes flashed from your eyes to your breasts, before looking away guiltily.

You chuckled again and pulled him into a kiss, ever so often straying to his jawline and neck until he became accustomed to that, you sucked roughly on his neck and he moaned out, not able to hold it in. “S-Sorry, I’ll be… shit… Be quieter…” he apologised, and you looked up at him, a little shocked.

“E-Evan… I like it. Really, be as vocal as you like.” You smile at him and he let out a breath.

“Okay, um, okay, we can, um, wecankeepgoingifyoulike.” The words tumbled out of his mouth and you chuckled slightly.

“Pardon?”

“I-I said we could c-continue if you becauseIwasreallyenjoyingthat.”

“Hmm. Okay.” You placed his hands on your waist and kissed him again softly. “You’re so.. god...” You muttered into his neck before hesitating and pulling away, he laughed a little, nose crinkling that way it always did when he found something amusing. You blushed and he smiled at you, thumbs starting to rub your waist.

“So, so what now?”

“Depends, do you feel ready to go any further? We can stop here if you want.” You reminded him.

“No!” He blurted out before one hand flew from your waist to his mouth, eyes wide. He removed his hand and spoke again. “S-Sorry. Do you want to stop? I don’t want to take, y’know advantage or anything.” He gestured towards  

“No. Ev, it’s fine, you aren’t taking advantage of me, you’re allowed to enjoy it.” You reassured him, placing his hands back onto your waist and connecting your lips to his again. He whimpered softly when you slid a hand under his shirt to rub his chest. You deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, easily dominating the kiss, he gingerly slid a hand up and down your waist and you began to unbutton your shirt.

“Um, o-okay, wowwe’rereallydoingthiswowokay,” he mumbled to himself and you took one of his hands off your waist and gently held it. You kissed down his neck, the hand that wasn’t holding his was rubbing collarbone under his polo shirt. His other hand is now on your shoulder.

“Hey, you can touch me you know, here.” You let go of him and pulled your arms out of the sleeves and threw your shirt to the ground. He gasped at the sight of you covered breasts.

"Wow." He breathed out, you pulled his hands up to touch them and he groaned a little. "U-um is this good?" He asked quietly, rubbing his thumbs over your clothed nipples.

"Mmh..." You muttered out, he stared at you, your eyes were closed as you enjoyed the sensation. You reached back to undo the bra and he stopped you.

"I-Is it okay if you um, if you leave it on for now? I don't... I don't think I could actually handle that." He glanced away from you, embarrassed.

"No problem Ev, in all honesty, Zoe isn't the biggest fan of that kind of stimulation anyway so there isn't much point learning about that."

"Huh? Did she tell you that?"

You blushed, not wanting to share your past relationship with Zoe with him just yet, fearing some kind of disgust or negative reaction. "Y-Yeah, I guess we share that kind of stuff with each other..." You cringed internally at the mediocre excuse but he seemed to accept it readily.

"O-Okay. So, should I take my shirt off?" He asked, you nodded, his expression became slightly anxious again and so you pulled the shirt over his head, giving him a small smile to reassure him.  You kissed him again, running your hands over his chest before pushing him down onto the sofa and straddling his thighs. You glanced over him, slightly lost for words at his beauty. His chest was surprisingly covered with hairs and freckles dusted his shoulders. Stretch marks littered his hips and he noticed you looking at them and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

"Ev, you're so perfect." You leaned forward and mumbled into his ear before kissing his neck softly. He turned slightly red and stuttered out a reply.

"I-I'm really not..." You pulled back, giving him a stern glare. Leaning forward you kissed up and down his jaw to punctuate your next sentence

"You are. Evan Hansen. You are beautiful. You know that right? I mean you're so handsome and sweet, and the kindest person I know. Remember that. Okay?" You both blushed at your outburst and he nodded subtly. You nodded back and kissed his neck slowly, leaving a couple of hickeys while he gasped out, eyes wide at the sensation. His hands ran up and down your back as he moaned out your name.

"Y/N... God that feels so good." You smiled into his neck, realising he was becoming more comfortable around you. He pulled your face back up gently to kiss him again and he then began to kiss down your neck, your head lolled back in pleasure as he slid his hands just under the hem of your skirt, rubbing your thighs through the holes in your fishnets.

"E-Evan!" You gasped out as he found your sweet spot, sucking it gently, you ground down onto his hips and he gasped into your neck, his forehead pressed against your chin as he groaned softly. “Jesus… I thought you’d never done this before?” You asked in disbelief as he slid a hand up to the hemline of your tights, even closer to where you needed him almost desperately.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your neck as he hooked his fingers into the waistband. You exhaled a soft reply.

“Oh my god, yes.” He pulled your tights down at the top, you could feel his hands shaking while he did it, he continued to kiss your neck as he pulled your tights further down. “Evan…” you gasped out again and your breathing intensified. “Holy shit you haven’t even touched me yet.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Huh?” he paused, not hearing your comment.

“N-Nothing… Can we hurry up a little?” Evan nodded at you, eyes wide with excitement.

“Please, I’m um, I’m feeling much more, more comfortable. You, youmakemefeelreallysafe.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable with me Ev, I feel safe with you too.” You replied, letting him take off your tights, following them with your skirt. Now just in your shirt, you kissed his neck again and unbuttoned his jeans. He inhaled suddenly as your hand brushed against his bulge. You stood up, now clad in only your bra and panties. He stood up too and kicked his khakis off his feet before you pulled him back into an embrace, kissing his neck again and running your hands up and down his arms and back before reaching down to hold his butt. He gulped as you reached into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down over his ass. The rush of cold air took him by surprise and grabbed your hands, stopping you.

“Are you okay Evan?” He shrugged and replied to you.

“I’m worried… That I won’t be good enough for you, that you won’t enjoy it, or that I’ll… C-cum too early, I don’t exactly have any practice with, holding out- for very long. Is there a… a way to get you closer first? I… I want you t-to get something out of this too.” Your best friend looked away nervously, one of his common ticks that shone through when he began to let his anxiety take control.

“Of course, I mean I know it’s what Zoe tends to enjoy more than penetration- so, so she’s told me. That's the kind of stuff us girls talk about... Yep...” you trailed off once again. Evan nodded, blushing a little before apprehensively kissing you again. This time it was softly, pulling away he grinned at you, his nose crinkling up again. He kissed you again, slowly pressing soft kisses to your lips and around your jaw.

“Is, is this okay?" He muttered as he reached around to unclip your bra. His fingers ghosting over the strap, waiting for a reply.

"Y-yes fuck, just do it. I don't wanna keep waiting." Your whole body was tingling with excitement as he attempted to unclip your bra, he managed the task with little to no trouble and you took your arms out of the straps, looking up at him and smiling. You felt relief rush over you at having the layer removed, before a sense of nervousness spread through your chest, your heart beating faster as Evan glanced towards your chest and back to your face, attempting to gauge his reaction. Even though you were experienced, you were still insecure.

"Is it okay? I know they're not that big and Zoe's are nicer but-"

"N-No!" Evan interrupted you, eyes wide. "Um, they're- you. You're beautiful. But specifically... they... are beautiful. Really." He fumbled awkwardly with your fingers and tried to be reassuring. You weren't sure if you believed him but you nodded anyway. His fingers, which were previously resting on your hips, had travelled up to rest on the sides of your ribcage, where he apprehensively looked at your breasts. You pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him once again, feeling his hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh. Your mind raced as you ground down on him gently. He looked down at your waist briefly and you pulled his gaze back to you, directing him away from your scars. You kissed him, being slightly rougher as you grew impatient, wanting to just fuck him already. He closed his eyes, whimpering at the friction you provided.

"S-Shit..." he mumbled and you held back a chuckle, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You took his hands from your waist, sitting up straight so they were opposite him and placed them onto your breasts and his eyes flew open. "Jesus!" He gasped out, attempting to move his hands away but you held them there.

"Ev, you don't have to just stare, you can touch. If you want to, no one’s forcing you.” You explained to you and he gently squeezed them and your eyes half-closed and he rubbed his fingers over the buds of them and stared at them in awe. Suddenly he leaned forward and took one nipple into his open mouth, rolling his tongue across the tip. You moaned out softly and he looked up at you, seemingly nervous about your response to his actions.

“Is that, um, good?” He asked, releasing you.

“God Evan don’t stop...” You panted out, head lolling back. He placed his mouth back on your chest and rubbed the other side gently, he anxiously wiggles his tongue against your flesh, watching you as you moaned out softly. He let go suddenly and you looked down at him.

“Okay, you’re a natural! That was, that was... really good Ev.” You were breathing heavily and he scoffed lightly, holding back a smile. “Can we… head up to your room? It’s a little weird doing it down here with all the pictures of your mum…”

“Y-Yeah, of course, I get that, totally, definitely we can go upstairs. To the room… That I sleep in, to my bedroom.” Evan rambled once again and blushed gently. You took him by the hand and led him.

You stood up and grabbed your clothes, then the pair of you walked into his bedroom hand in hand, you climbed under the covers and he copied you. Kissing you again, he rubbed tiny circles on the small of your back. You reached underneath the covers and attempted to remove his boxers and he pushed them away.

“Um, How do I say this? I want to, um, you know we talked about teaching me to um- you know what it’s fine whatever you want to do is completely fine with me!”

“Evan, it’s about you learning, so yes it’s about mutual pleasure but there’s no point to this if you don’t tell me what you want too, okay?” He nodded silently and you gave him a stern look.

“Um, I mean, can you teach me how to… howtofingeryou?”

“Oh, sure…” A million thoughts raced through your head on how to hide these scars from him. Evan pulled the duvet back and got distracted once again by your breasts. You smiled at his vague innocence and chuckled slightly. Evan inhaled deeply and looked back up at you. He kissed you again, before migrating down to your breasts, licking and sucking gently while you gasped out, he couldn’t help but continue, almost addicted to the sound of your whimpers and moans. “Jesus Evan, that feels so-uh! So fucking good…”

Before you knew it Evan had, with a burst of confidence brought on by your praise, pulled your panties off and kissed you, this time it was more passionate, he stopped observing your body with awe. Before you knew it Evan was kissing your stomach on his way to your thighs.

“Wait, Evan-” You tried to stop him, but it was too late, his head was between your thighs and he was frozen on the spot.

“Y/N…” He gasped out, you could hear the pity in his voice and you hated it.

“Evan, don’t please, I didn’t want you to see… They’re old scars, I don’t feel that way anymore, not much, never that badly.” You tried to pull your knees up to your chest, to cover your scars but Evan held your legs there, at first you flinched as he kissed each one of your scars gently, then you relaxed in his grip and he made no further comments on the subject. You couldn’t have asked for more from this boy, you really were fucked. Doing this with him was a bad idea, it meant much more to you than to him, no matter how much you lied to yourself, but fuck, if you weren’t going to do it anyway.

“Evan, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I’m your best friend, it��s my job to care about you!” He protested and looked away, struggling to take the compliment. “Okay, can you tell me what to do? I’m, I guess I’m just not really sure what to do now…”

“Well that’s why we’re here isn’t it?”

“...Si..Senorita! Um, sorry. I got nervous again.” Evan blushed and looked up at you from between your legs.

“Okay um, so, god I’ve never really explained this before, just, rub around the outside a little bit? I’m pretty… well, I’m pretty wet already, so you can probably slide one finger in straight away..?” You stuttered while you tried to explain what to do. Zoe wasn’t a virgin when you dated and Connor never asked any questions, you assumed he had learnt from porn?

“Okay…” You looked down just as Evan touched your entrance with a finger apprehensively and you whimpered under your breath, internally begging him to speed up, although he didn’t mean to he was teasing you mercilessly and you could hardly bear the tension. He rubbed his forefinger against you gently and you couldn’t help but moan out. He drew his hand away sharply and looked up at you.

“Is everything okay?”

“Jesus Evan, it’s fine, just… felt really good. Don’t stop now okay?” You told him and he nodded, returning to his ministrations. “H-Holy shit…” You muttered under your breath as he slid a finger gently inside of you.

“Is this okay?” He paused.

“God, keep going Evan.” You gasped out, clutching softly at the sheets with one hand. He pumped his middle finger in and out of you gently, easing it through every time, he treated you as though you were made of glass. This was very different from sex with Connor or Zoe, which was quick and rough and mind blowing. He was so cautious, gentle, he focused on your pleasure. Not to say you didn’t get off with Connor or Zoe respectively, you always did, but this was in a very different way. You felt extra pressure suddenly, realising that Evan had slid his forefinger in alongside the middle one, you barely held back your gasp. Having easily slid in the second, Evan entered you with a third, his ring finger. You moaned out and panted gently, feeling him stretch you slightly with his fingers.

“I-If you, oh god, okay- If you want you can- uh- you can use your mouth too, only if your com-comfortable though- Jesus, Evan!” You managed to stutter out as he thrust his fingers into you.

“Okay, I’ll try it?” Evan replied, nervous, he wasn’t sure if he would be any good at that, and you seemed to be enjoying what he was already doing and what if he didn’t like the taste? No. This was about learning, trying new things, now was no time to let his anxiety get the best of him. He leaned in and licked the tiny nub above your entrance. You cried out, your legs flailing slightly. Evan jumped in surprise. You must be sensitive there, he started treating the tiny nub like he did your breasts, giving it tiny licks and sucking on it with gusto.

He decided he liked the taste.

You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair and he groaned out, directly onto your clit and began to thrust his fingers into you even faster, you gripping onto his hair for dear life.

“Holy, Holy shit! Okay, okay you need to st-stop…” You pushed his head away gently and Evan looked up at you, pouting subtly.

“But you didn’t finish?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t want to cum yet, then what happens to you?” You replied, breathless.

“Well, I guess, nothing? I want you to, well I want you to cum and I don’t think I’m gonna last very long, no siree.” He rambled and you pulled him up so he was half-straddling you.

“I’m nearly there, I’ll direct you okay? Do you have any condoms up here?” You asked. “I’m on the pill but you know, for safety?” Evan nodded nervously.

“Mom keeps some in the bathroom, ‘just in case I ever bring a girl over’.” He chuckled at the idea before giving you a quick kiss and getting off you to go to the bathroom. You lay there silently shocked, that kiss wasn’t just practice. That was him, kissing you, not as part of making out, just a kiss. He walked back into the room and you snapped out of your daze and leaned up on your elbows.

“Okay, do you know how to put a condom on?” Evan nodded, pinching the tip and rolling it over himself after removing his boxers. He climbed onto the bed and straddled you again. You lay in the missionary position at the end of the bed so he could reach you easily and Evan aligned his cock with your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked, nervous about hurting you. He had heard that sex could be painful when the guy was on the bigger side and from what he had concluded, he was.

“Mmh hmm. Just take your time okay? Don’t be afraid to cum first, you can always finish me off afterwards.” You reminded him and he nodded. You felt a large pressure at your entrance and then a stretching sensation.

“Shit, oh my god, shit, oh my GOD!” Evan cried out, he finally filled you all the way, he length was certainly impressive, a little larger than Connor’s, you’d never had anything of that size inside you so you managed to gasp out a request.

“C-Can you just wait a second?” Your question came out as more of a whimper as the burning sensation that came with the stretching began to fade as your body adjusted.

“Um, shit, okay yeah,” Evan replied, leaning over you slightly and gasping. He tried to steady his breathing a little, calming down.

“Okay, you can move, just, slowly? I know it’s hard but- it’s cliche but I’ve quite literally never had anything this big inside me…” You trailed off and Evan tried to suppress a smile at the idea of being bigger than anything you’d ever had. He ever so gently pulled back, only halfway before pushing back all the way in. You inhaled sharply, a shockwave of pleasure running through you as he hit something deep inside of you. He pulled back again, this time too far and his dick slid out of you completely.

“Shit. Sorry.” He muttered, pushing back into you, filling the emptiness that overtook you so suddenly, your back arched as his pelvic bone brushed against your clit and you moaned. He repeated the thrusting at the same angle and you gasped again. He consistently thrust in and out of you at the same angle, his eyes closed tight shut as he held on to his orgasm as long as he possibly could. You reached down and grabbed his hips, stopping him.

“Evan, the first lesson of sex, don’t stick with the same position, it can get boring... Try other angles too, you can even be a little rough with your thrusts if you like, just let loose a little, it doesn’t have to be so structured, yeah?”

“O-Okay. I can do that, let go, just let go. That’s not hard. Here we go, okay.” He mumbled to himself. He began thrusting again, his thrusts began becoming a little more erratic and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm, he was going to cum before you and he would never forgive himself. You reached down and began to rub your clit, the knot getting tighter and tighter in your stomach. Evan began thrusting harder, you gasped as he hit a new place inside of you, arching your back and moaning his name breathlessly. Suddenly he pulled out and essentially rolled you over onto your front, so he could access you from behind. He wrapped his hands around your waist and thrust again. At this point, it was less of thrusting and more of a merciless pounding as he chased both his and your orgasm.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much..” He panted over and over again as he neared his orgasm, shifting your position one more time back to missionary, he latched onto one of your nipples while you continued to rub your clit. Pumping in and out of you he moaned out, whimpering and making what you could only describe as a kind of desperate sobbing as he attempted to hold out for you. He began pounding you even harder, the bed shaking as he filled out, gasping, you felt even more pleasure was over you and he pulled away from your chest to look at your face as you tightened around him, your orgasm finally washing over you. His thrusts became stronger and you felt the collision of your pelvic bones, you knew that would leave a bruise.

“Y/n…”

“Ev…” you gasped out as your body spasmed around him but he continued thrusting, giving you no chance to recover and edging you towards your second orgasm.

“Y/N! Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod I can’t hold it.”

“L-let go, Evan!” You cried out, your second orgasm hitting you as he jackhammered in and out of you, gasping your name alongside a string of ‘thank you’s.

“Evan!”

“Thank you, I love you!” Evan let out the garbled sentence and you both collapsed on the bed, spent. In that moment where he pulled out of you, you registered what he’d said.

“You what?” You panted out. Turning to face him.

“I-I just meant that you’re my best friend and I, um I love you.”

“Oh okay, because I, um I love you too, you dork.” You replied. Well if this wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever done. You had just had sex with your best friend who you’re in love with, so that he could practice having sex for a date with your ex-girlfriend and other best friend. And then you said you loved each other. What a fucking mess.

Evan didn’t reply, he only turned took the condom off and flopped back down onto the bed to face the ceiling. Out of the corner of your eye you see him move his arm towards your hand, before stopping halfway, changing his mind. You closed the gap and interlocked your fingers with him. After a while he broke the silence.

“So who else knows?” He asked quietly. You turned your head towards him.

“Knows what?” He gestured towards your exposed scars. You sat up and pulled the duvet over the both of you, insecurities flooding you once again.

“One minute. I need to go and pee.” You didn’t answer his question and instead pulled on a t-shirt that was draped over his desk chair. You ran into the bathroom, breathing heavily, you sat on the toilet and peed before sitting down on the floor next to the sink. A few minutes later you heard a knock on the door, just as the tears began to fall.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” You heard the nervous tapping of his foot and figured he was getting really anxious about you.

“Y-Yes…” You replied quietly, . Evan opened the door, clad only in his boxers and saw you on the floor. He dropped to his knees and hugged you.

“I-I’m sorry, I should never have asked you to do this, you regret it now, god I’m really sorry, that was really selfish an-”

‘-Evan!” You interrupted him. “I don’t regret it, I could never regret it, you, I mean. The only people who know are Connor and Zoe, I was having a pretty rough time a couple of years back, me and Zoe had just broken up, Connor wasn’t talking to me so neither was Jared… It was a bad time for me.”

“Wait broken up? You Zoe dated?” Evan’s jaw dropped, everything made sense now. This was all kind of fucked up wasn’t it?

“Yeah… I guess this is me coming out. I’m bisexual… I, um I totally get it if that’s weird for you or something, I didn’t really want you to know.” You finished and looked away. He leaned across and kissed you, a million thoughts racing through his mind, what if you rejected him? What would he say to Zoe? How had he been so obsessed with her for so long with you around? What did this mean to you, if anything? You interrupt his train of thought by wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing him back softly.

“That doesn’t change a thing… I don’t know what’s happened tonight but, I like you, a lot, hell, I love you. I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that it’s too much pressure, you don’t have to say anything obviouslyididn’twann-”

“Oh my god Evan, stop, I love you too. I mean it. You. If you’ll have me, I’d like to be your girlfriend? Or, we don’t have to classify it yet. We can just be, together.”

“No, I- I want to be your boyfriend, I want you to be my girlfriend. If you want to be?”

“Of course I want to be! That’s what I just said to you, dummy!” You retorted, kissing him again. “I guess you won’t need to practice for Zoe anymore then?” You snigger.

“I figured I could, we could practice, for us.” He mumbled.

“I like that idea.” You smiled at him and stood up, pulling him off the ground too. You held his hand and as you were walking down the corridor you heard a shout.

“Evan? Sweetie! I’m home!”

“Shit!” Evan muttered and you both ran to the bedroom, you threw on your skirt and put your bra and shirt back on while Evan pulled his khakis and polo shirt back on. “Okay Mom! I’ll be down in a minute, I’m, um, just finishing up studying!”

“Evan! I can’t find my underwear. I think I left it downstairs!” You whisper shouted to him.

“Fuck, okay, my Mom knows you’re here tonight anyway so just go downstairs and try to look in the living room for them.”

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So please let me know if you liked this and if you want me to write more!! :)

[yandereslut000]

Umm.. Hcs abt yandere rk900 please?

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OKAY SO THIS HERE WE GO !!!!!!

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He hates you

He hates you so fucking much

He was just supposed to finish his mission and be done but NO!

You had to show up.

You’re the cop he was a signed to for this mission and off the bat you treated him like a human.

“You do realize I am an android, Right Lieutenant?”

“Yes, but I don’t care, you are a more human than most humans are now.”

He is S H O O K

He feels a strange…feeling

Software Instability ^

“No…”

No matter how badly he treated you or how badly he spoke to you, you gave him a smile and patted him on the shoulder

He glared down at you

“This is highly inappropriate Lieutenant”

“Oh please Connor, Call me (y/n)”

(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)

Software Instability^

“What are you doing to me (y/n)?

You two were pursuing a deviant when it cornered itself.

It was begging for the two of you to let it go, that it has a family.

“Deviant’s do not have families, Now please hold still as I deactivate you”

Connor! Hold on!”

He stops.

You wave for the deviant to run, it does.

“Why would you do that?! You let it get away!”

“She has a family!”

“It’s an android!”

“She is human!”

He’s eyes widen

Walk Broken

New objective

(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)(y/n)

“Connor?”

He grabs you by the neck and picks you up.

“C-conner?!”

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

You couldn’t breathe, you slowly passed out

Before fading in to the dark you hear him one more time

“I hate that I love you.”

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

She’s Not Ready

Pairings: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. fluff

Word Count: 2,264

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“She’s not ready.” Your husband, Jared and your doctor both looked over at you as you sat on the exam table on your due date. You brushed your fingers across your massive bump where your daughter, Jade, was choosing to lay at that moment and shook your head.

“Honey, didn’t we talk about maybe trying to induce?”

“She’s not ready.” You repeated.

“Mrs. Padalecki.” Your doctor tried but you simply shook your head again.

“She’ll come in her own time.” You said evenly as you looked up at the two men in the room. “Can we just do the check up, please?” Jared sighed and leaned back against the wall as your doctor got up slowly.

“If she doesn’t come two weeks from today, we have to induce. I can’t let you go any farther than that.” You nodded your head with a small smile as you laid back down on the exam table and pulled up your shirt. “New Year’s Day or not, we’ll be having this baby.”

“I don’t get it.” Jared said as he pushed off the wall to come over to you. “How the hell are you so calm?”

“Because I’ve ran through all the other emotions I could possibly be in the last 40 weeks and stressed myself grey the last two pregnancies.” He smirked and held your hand as you rolled your head to look over at your baby girl.

“I wanna hold her.” He sighed.

“You will, my love. When she’s ready.”

——

“She’s not ready.” You said as you sat on the couch in your living room, watching Jared and Jensen chase Jensen’s three kids, and your two sons around your Christmas tree, while you talked to Danneel.

“How are you not going crazy?” Your sister asked you as she looked at Jade, who had simply rolled over to the other side of your stomach.

“Why? She’s quiet in there. No screaming, no diapers. She surprisingly letting me sleep at night again. It’s almost like she knows that she’s about to turn my life upside down and she’s just giving me as much of a break as she can.”

“I told her we should induce.” Jared said on his way past with Shep hanging upside down in his arms. “She just wants to wait Jade out.”

“She’s not ready.” You said with a shrug as you rubbed your daughter’s butt and back.

“Sister!” Shep shouted before he was tossed gently on the other couch.

“Inside voices.” Jared chuckled. “Sister’s coming soon.” 

“When she’s ready.” You repeated like a broken record.

——

“Oh, my God. How are you still pregnant?” Your friend, Anna asked as she walked into Jensen’s kitchen for the Padackles annual family Christmas party for all the families closest to you, Danneel, and your kids a few days before Christmas Eve.

“She’s not ready.” Four or five people said before you could even open your mouth.

“She’s taking her time.” You giggled as you walked slowly toward the long dinner table in the back sunroom to put down some more food for the guests.

“I’d pulled my hair out by now.” She said with a shake of her head. “Georgia was a week early and I was ready to die.

“It’s not so bad.” You tried to say with a shrug.

“Yea, every mother, ever would disagree with you.” Danneel said as she came over with another platter. “Including us.”

“Well see, Jade only moves like three or four times a day. I mean big moves. Just back and forth, back and forth, left, right left, right. She doesn’t do much stretching any more. It’s like she knows she’s outta room but she’s just…”

“Enjoying the free water bed.” Michelle, one of the mothers in your neighborhood book club who’s daughter was in dance class with JJ, said as she came over with a platter of brownies she brought from home. “Still hiding from the world?”

“Still hiding.” You agreed as you rubbed the top of your bump which is where you believed Jade’s legs were stretched across the small space available. You knew she was making your stomach look extremely lopsided because of this.

“Cora was right on time.” Michelle commented as she laced her arm with yours to help you back into the kitchen to finish getting food out. “But Conner was three days past his due date.”

“We’re talking due dates?” Another mother asked as she did a stutter step around one of the dozens of kids running around.

“(Y/N)’s officially three days over.” Jared said as he came in to grab a couple beers from the fridge.

“She’s not ready!” You said in a sing song voice to his retreating back with a smile.

“She’s gunna come on Christmas Day, just watch.” Danneel said as she picked up the last plate from the counter with a smile. “She’ll be a special little Christmas present.”

——

“How’s Mommy feel today?” Jared asked as he stretched out on your shared bed beside you. You smiled as he pulled back the blankets and pinched the fabric of the shirt of his that you wore to bed. “You still snuggly warm in there, Jade? Don’t wanna spend your first Christmas out in the real world.”

“It’s already Christmas.” You yawned as you reached down, and blindly pat your way across his shoulder and cheek to run your fingers through his hair. “If she comes out today, I lose Christmas with my boys, and you miss out on Christmas with your girls, remember?”

“You’re right.” He agreed as he scooted beside you a bit. “Hey you in there, stay up… ow!”

“Will you puh-lease quit yelling at my lady parts at eight o clock in the morning, thank you.” You laughed as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. “Honestly. She will come when she’s ready.”

“Yea, yea.” He breathed as he rolled awkwardly on the bed to lay down beside you. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.” You said with a smile. “But I need help getting up.” He chuckled and gave you a chaste kiss before getting off on his side to come over and help you up.

“She gets this from you, you know.” He teased as he pulled you to your feet. “The stubbornness…”

“I’d quit while you’re ahead, Padalecki.” You said as you trudged toward the bathroom. “Go wake up your kids before they run down stairs and cheat.”

——

“She’s still not ready?” Your mother-in-law, Sharon asked as she helped you make dinner for twenty… which was your immediate family since you and Danneel were sisters and all.

“Nope, not yet.” You sighed as you tensed a bit when Jade did one of her daily turns. Sharon’s eyes darted up to you, silently hoping that her grand baby was finally coming, but you shook your head and huffed. “You’re as bad as Jared, mom.” 

“She was supposed to be here last week. I’m allowed to hope and pray.” You nodded your head slowly and shifted a bit, waiting for Jade to finally settle in.

“What, what is it?” Jared asked as he came in to grab some more batteries for the toys he had been putting together all morning.

“She’s just trying to settle.” You said as you tried to help your daughter by pushing on what you thought was her hip with your fingertips so she would settle on your side and not parallel to your spine.

“Let me. Move your hands.” You nodded your head and moved out of his way as Jared pulled your chair back a bit from the breakfast bar. “Hey, little girl. What are you doing to your mom, huh?” He meant down a bit with a smile and kissed your bump before gently locating and pushing on Jade gently. “Come here, princess. Turn for me. There we go. Oh, I know.” You smiled at the top of his head and let out a sigh of relief when he got Jade to finish her turn.

“Thank you, baby.”

“You need to induce already.” He said as he looked up at you through his lashes and kissed your bump. “Enough already.”

“Jared.” His mother snapped under her breath.

“Mom, stop.” He growled with a glance over at her. “We’re a week past her due date and every day gets harder and harder on (Y/N)…”

“Jared, I’m fine.” You tried but you got a glare in response.

“Jared Tristan this is neither the time nor place.” Sharon hissed as Thomas ran into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Baby.” You said softly as you cupped his jaw in your hands, gently. “We’re almost done. Just a few more days, OK? And then I promise, I’ll never put you through this again, OK?”

——

In your ten year relationship, you had never seen Jared so aggravated with you during the five days between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve. He had never gone to bed with his back turned to you before, even though that only lasted a maximum of five minutes before he caved and scooted across the bed to hold you. He never went out of his way to almost ignore you, spending his days off playing with the boys and their new toys. You knew that he wasn’t mad at you, exactly, he was just frustrated and worried. But you know, you could just feel, that Jade needed to come on her own. And boy, did she ever.

“Thomas, we gotta finish filling the box of old toys.” You said to your son as you pushed him toward the stairs after his younger brother. “Michelle’s coming in twenty minutes to pick it up.”

“Mama, what happens to the old toys?” Shep asked as he hit the top of the stairs and turned to look at you. You opened your mouth to respond when Jade settled a little lower than she had been the last few months. Your whole lower torso seized, and you grabbed the hand rail at the last second before falling when you missed the step. You forced yourself not to yell so you didn’t scare your sons as your water broke and soaked the jeans you had on and the stairs. Thomas called your name hesitantly but you shook your head and exhaled a breath.

“Thomas, go get daddy.” You said evenly as you white buckled the banister through your contraction. “No, Shep baby, stay there.”

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” He asked as he crouched down at the top of the stairs as Thomas screamed ‘Daddy’ through the house while running toward the man cave Jared was currently hiding in.

“Nothing, baby. I think Jade’s finally ready.”

“Babe?!” Jared yelled as he ran from the side of the house toward you.

“She’s ready.” You said with a nod as you very carefully stood up as straight as you could.

“Can you move?” He asked softly as he put his hand on your lower back and held on to your arm so you wouldn’t fall. You shook your head subtly so you wouldn’t scare your boys as you breathed evenly through your nose. “Alright, Thomas, can you go get my phone from my office? And Shep, I need you to go grab one of the pool towels, please. Quickly.” Your sons took off in opposite directions, and you grabbed Jared’s wrist instead of the banister.

“Oooo, fuck she’s worse than both boys combined.” You whispered as your husband turned you around slowly.

“OK, we’re gunna go step by step, baby.” He said as he glanced over at Thomas and his cell phone. “Alright, Thomas, call Aunt D, and tell her she needs to come fast. Tell her sissy’s coming.”

——

‘Ten… nine…’

“One more big push, you got this!”

‘Six… five…’

“Push, push, push!”

‘Two… one…’

“There she is!” You finally let out your breath and fell back against the bed as Jade’s cry beat out the cheers of the people in the hall celebrating the New Year. You teared up and everything seemed to move a little quickly. The cord was cut and you delivered the after birth as fireworks colored the sky outside your hospital window. It felt like an eternity before you were finally given your small bundle of joy. Jared gave you a chaste kiss and looked down at his daughter with tears in his eyes.

“You just had to come in with a bang, didn’t you?” He teased as he brushed his fingers across her head.

“I told you.” You said with a shake of your head as you looked up at him with an exhausted smile. “She’d come when she’s ready. Was it worth being mad at me all week?”

“No.” He chuckled as he brushed your sweat drenched hair back off your forehead.

“Exactly midnight.” You heard the nurse say with a shake of her head. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“She’s gunna be our little firecracker.” You sighed as you looked down at your special New Years baby. “Man, are we in trouble with this one.”

“Happy New Year, my girls.” Jared said as he leaned forward on the bed and searched the hazel eyes she got from him. “I love you, so, so much. But do me a favor and keep me waiting on your growing up as long as you kept us waiting for you to join us?”

“If only it were that simple, Jare.” You teased as you leaned forward enough to smell the top of your daughter’s head. “Happy New Year, little girl. Happy New Year.”

[rk800hunter]

Dramatics Final - Connor x Reader (M Rated)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend. Events lead one to another.

Pairing: Connor X Reader

A/N: Yikes you guys, this took forever... I'm so sorry... Also life is crap xD so I had to deal with that... I'm so sorry that this took forever to write but you guys pleaded for a finale so I couldn't say no! This is my first time writing smut, and I can tell you that I'm not good x.x Hope you guys enjoy and can look over the mistakes!

Tags: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs, @rosealexandersson , @alientrashbin , @honeybeelily , @dragonempress123 , @randomstuff-idontwannatalkaboutit, @sygin , @dylan-o-yumm @im-a-slut-for-connors-hair-flipp, @elaneth-elf-friend, @chisooyaaa (missing tags here too! Sorry!)

You were propped up against a giant pillow on the hospital bed, pulling a face as you stared at the hospital gunk that meant to be dinner, laying in the tray in front of you. You unappetizingly poked it with a fork, trying to will yourself to eat but your brain and tongue refused to cooperate. Sighing with defeat, you placed down the fork and stared out the window that you were nearby. There were only a few cars that rhythmically flashed in and out of the streetlights, as the busses hummed and sent the last workers the comfort of their home. You could hear the quiet buzz of the night life in the hospital outside your room. It was a pro-android and pro-human hospital that accomandated everyone. Like all hospitals, it was dustless, blinding white and smelt of bleach.

It had been a few days since the incident of the terrorism at the restaurant. After tending to you, Connor had left the ambulance to fulfill his job as detective whilst you were sent to the local hospital. Your mind had been whirring with complicated emotions whilst physically, it felt like you didn't know your body anymore. The doctors had checked you out and reported that they had found several broken ribs and a concussion of sort, leaving you with no choice but to recover at the hospital for a few days until they had allowed your release.

Connor hadn't checked in on you since you were admitted. You suspected that he was busy with Hank with the restaurant investigation but it hurt when the older, gruff lieutenant had walked through the door alone, bearing flowers and the stuffed Sumo doll. If Hank had the time to visit, then where was Conner?

You had timidly asked why Conner hadn't called or visited and all Hank said in a sour tone while he pulled up a chair beside you was "Even Fowler couldn't say anything to me, fucking classified Cyberlife shit or something."

Trying to not look so disappointed, you had nodded and smiled, moving on from the subject. However, Hank wasn't fooled and had smiled sympathetically, patting your hand. "I'm sure he has his reasons, kiddo."

[F/N] had also came to visit, only suffering minor burns from the “accident.” They had wholeheartedly apologized, blaming themselves that you were in this state.

“If I hadn’t came back, this wouldn’t have happened,” their voice had cracked, eyes tearing up. “Seeing you on a hospital bed...”

You had shook your head and pulled them into a hug. “I was the one that had asked you for dinner out, I’m sorry.”

They came to visit you often, rescuing you from the hospital gunk with take-outs and such. They tried their best to keep you smiling, cracking jokes and sharing more stories. You enjoyed their company but your mind was somewhere else. Or...should I say, on someone else. The one that was missing.

Connor.

You felt quite irritated, if not dejected. The longing and aching slowly turned into anger and resentment. He had said all those things to you and yet he hasn't shown himself for a follow up. It felt as if he was playing you. But it was Connor... The sweet, supposedly innocent android that took every joke literally. You didn't think he was capable of doing playing with people's hearts.

An android nurse with dark hair and light blue eyes entered the room, knocking lightly on the door as he did. "Housekeeping," he quipped charmingly. "How are the ribs doing tonight?" He was assigned to be your personal nurse to assist you with your recovery; making sure that you fed, wound was cleaned and that dirty bandages were changed every few hours or so, etc...

You turned to smile at him. "Hey Caleb, they're better."

Caleb glanced at the untouched food that lay on your lap and sighed, picking it up. "You can't always not eat the things we provide, [Y/N]," he chided. "Your bones need it to recover."

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. "Thanks, mom... It's not like you need to eat this stuff."

He laughed and set the tray aside before turning expectantly at you. "I am extremely sure your mother would have forced fed you. Lift up your arms."

You were always so flustered whenever he had to disinfect the wound and change your bandages. Whenever it was time to get them renewed, it meant that you'd have to take off your hospital gown and expose your entire torso to him. Sure, he was a professional nurse, but all androids were free and deviant which meant they were more human than anything. You hated feeling vulnerable, even to a professional. You reluctantly lifted up your arms as he carefully lifted the gown over your head. The bandages were wrapped from around your shoulders, chest and stopped just above your belly. You shivered as the sudden brisk night air crawled over skin. Caleb placed the gown on one of the chairs beside the bed and began rummaging through the medical drawers. He frowned and looked at you apologetically.

"Sorry, [Y/N]," he said with a sheepish grin. "I need to go fetch more bandages from the storeroom."

You pouted at him as he quickly left. You flomped back onto the giant pillows and stared and the polystyrene ceiling, sort of enjoying the feeling of the cold, smooth bed sheets against your hot skin. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest. Ugh. Being injured was such an inconvenience; you could barely move without wincing. At least the bones were mending and the gash was kept disinfected. While your mind drifted off into the void, you heard the door slide open again, sharp footsteps echoing against the tiles. It must be Caleb returning with your bandages.

"That was quick," you quipped.

You turned your head to your nurse only to find that it wasn't Caleb. Her back was turned so you couldn't tell who it was. She was wearing a hospital gown, skin sickly yellow and had long, messy curled hair. The woman was twitching weirdly, causing nausea to rise from your stomach.

"Uhm... Hello?" you greeted warily, propping yourself up with your elbows but keeping the blankets up to cover yourself.

"No witnesses..." she whispered.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

The unknown woman turned slowly. Her eyes were clouded, white and wild. They were very unfocused as they darted left and right. Her mouth was slightly parted open and you could see a bit of froth edge from the corner of her lips. She suddenly pointed at you. You realised that hand was holding a scalpel.

"No witnesses!" she hissed, her twitching becoming more violent.

You had to quickly rack your brains. You won't about to die half naked. She had to be one of the patients from the rehab ward that took in red ice users. Only red ice would be able to explain her symptoms and psychotic outbreak. Whilst holding the blankets to your chest with one hand, you held up the other as if to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you breathed slowly. "Like you said, no witnesses. It's just us two."

The woman took a shaky step towards the bed, scalpel still gripped in the air. "They know!" she screeched "You know!"

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice soothed and steady, as if confronting a wild animal. You just had to keep her calm until Caleb returns.

You shook your head. "No, I don't. I don't know anything. No one knows anything."

Suddenly, the door slid violently open causing her to jolt and scream as she rushed towards you. She was right on top of you when a hand grips the woman's wrist, stopping the scalpel from right above. She was violently dragged away from you and pinned against the wall as her arm twisted painfully behind her. The scalpel dropped onto the floor, echoing sharply on the tiles.

With crisp brown hair, Cyberlife uniform, and a composed form (even when restraining the struggling and screaming attacker), it was the one and only RK800 series Connor. You stared at him, your blood pumping with adrenaline. He doesn't look at you, instead focusing on the hysteric patient. One hand was holding the twisted arm to her back and another held a gun to her head.

Connor gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed harshly. "It would seem that you have been indulging yourself in too much...fun," he growled. "You should've picked another room."

Was he going to shoot this poor lady? She was in rehab for a reason; it meant that she needed help. "Connor!" you called out to him in desperation. "You can't shoot her."

He doesn't even turn his head to acknowledge you. He huffed in frustration and you can visibly see his jaw tighten. "Call your nurse, [Y/N]."

You quickly jabbed the emergency button by the headboard. In panic and concern, Caleb had rushed into your room with his hands full with rolls of bandages. He opened his mouth in question but immediate stalled in shock after seeing Connor and the patient by the wall. He quickly set the bandages on the drawer and protectively stepped in the space between you and Connor. Connor's lips thinned as he studied Caleb. The woman had stopped struggling, quietly crying to herself. He pulled her away from the wall and threw her into Caleb who stumbled as he caught her by the arms. The detective straightened up and adjusted his tie as he glared at the nurse.

"Take her back to her ward," Connor ordered sharply. "If this happens again...I will not hesitate to shut this hospital down."

Caleb nodded silently and guided the disturbed patient out but not before glancing at you apologetically. As the door clicked shut, Connor turned to you, sighing in relief.

He walked closer to your bed and reached out to brush softly against your cheek. "You're safe now, [Y/N]."

His eyes were full of concern, warmth with a tinge of a plea. You searched them with your own, filled with shock from the incident but also how he had coincidentally arrived just in time. You suddenly felt anger as it shot through your chest to your head. Feeling your face grow hot with fury, you slapped his hand away.

"Where the hell have you been?!" you scowled bitterly. "It's been a week and oh wow, suddenly you think it's okay to just show up unannounced?!"

Conner tilted his head in puzzlement. "Are you angry that I just saved you?"

On good days, you'd think that his head tilt habit was adorable and quirky, but today was not that day. It made you even more irritated and the fire you could feel in your veins were probably more than enough to burn acres of forests.

Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air. "I had it all under control," you scoffed. "I didn't need you to come and screw everything up. I'm not a goddamn damsel in distress, for crap sake. And plus, who are you to send me to a hospital and not even check on me for days, or even let me know if you were okay and-"

Conner cleared his throat loudly, interrupting your passionate rant. "[Y/N]..."

You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, averting his eyes to anywhere but you. His cheeks were rising with red as he shifted uncomfortably and stiffly on the spot.

"What?" you spat.

The Android briefly glanced at you, scanning for a second before he blinked away again. He cleared his throat again and hesitatingly gestured in your direction.

"Y-you..." he stuttered. "You might want to cover yourself before reprimanding me."

You froze in realization. No. Way. These things only happened in drama series or movies. Your pulse quickened and the rising heat on your cheeks increased by 30 degrees. You looked down and he was indeed correct. With your wild gesturing all over the place, the blankets had fallen onto your lap, leaving your chest bare and open for everyone to see. Or in this case, for Connor to study and admire. You had forgotten that your hospital gown was removed for fresh new bandages. You let out a small, embarrassed yelp before you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, burying your hot face in it. Oh my God. Nooooooooo.... You whined in your head, mentally beating yourself up. You heard Connor let out a soft chuckle, making you feel even more awkward.

Scrunching up your face in the sheets, you muffledly barked. "Shut up and go away..."

Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Caleb had returned from his expedition, not looking too pleased. He stood by the open door and crossed his arms, glaring at the detective.

"I have rectified the situation," Caleb informed, offering a forced smile. "You are required to kindly remove yourself from the room so I may tend to my patient."

Connor's face visibly soured and his nose twitched into a subtle snarl. It was that software error again. The one that made him do strange things and scare [Y/N]'s friends away. He tried to self-diagnose quickly but the "feeling" is already overwhelming him. He really didn't like the idea of someone else touching you. Okay sure, he was your nurse and had taken care of you whilst he was gone but... It was still someone else. But now that he was back, Caleb isn't needed anymore.

You watched Connor warily as he took a slow step towards the nurse. It looked like he was going to assert his dominance again.

The Android detective towered Caleb who stood his ground but a little shakingly. Connor's voice lowered dangerously.

"Thank you, sir, but I will take it from here," he growled softly.

Caleb tried to stand taller, about to argue back. "Mr C-"

"Caleb, it's okay," you firmly interrupted, desperately not wanting a fist fight in your hospital room. "He will know what to do."

You gave your nurse a remorseful look before he nodded respectfully and left the room, clicking the door closed behind him. You buried your face into the blankets again, unable to look at Connor. After awhile, you heard him shuffle around the room and felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down. You lifted your head slowly as you felt his hand along with a type of fabric gently press against your exposed back.

Connor was smiling at you gently. "It would seem like I am always patching you up."

You blew air through your nose in disbelief, turning away from him. "You did kick out the nurse."

You shuddered slightly as you felt Connor work his way achingly slowly with the bandage from your back to your chest. His hands were brushing ever so softly against you. He was sitting so closely, that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and neck. You could see his pulse by the nape of his neck, quickening slightly. His brown eyes were looking down, but you could see that they were unfocused and filled with a certain something. You could see his pores and the small imperfections that Cyberlife gave their androids to make them more convincingly human. His front curl hung loosely by his forehead. Goosebumps were rising, giving away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself lean closer to him, closing the proximity between you. Your face was just inches away form his. Much to your delight, he responded by mirroring your movement as your thighs pressed against his. His LED flashed yellow. You could hear his breathing become heavier, his chest rising and falling in slight uncertainty, matching your own. Your eyes were filled with longing as you tried to search his downcasted ones.

You gasped as you felt his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a sensitive jolt through your body to your loins. Connor's jaw tightened as he swallowed uncomfortably, body almost desperately looking for more contact as he leant in further. He was still holding the bandage, wrapped from your back but he was hesitant to cover your chest. He couldn't avert his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him. Humans were amazing, and this specific human in front of him was beyond anyone else in the world. You were beautiful, breathtaking and it drove him mad.

His eyes traveled from your chest, to your collarbones. He thought they were delicate and angled and molded perfectly to your form. He returned his eyes to your breasts, allowing his thumb to brush against the sensitive spot again, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped your throat. Dropping the bandage, he cupped one of your mounds, softly squeezing and weighing it in his hand. It was so soft, smooth and just...so satisfying to hold.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with that plea and passion he had held the other night. You returned his look with your own, trying to communicate that you needed him. Without a warning, he clumsily smashed his mouth into yours. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to make you his.

You moaned into his mouth as you feel his grip on your one breast tighten. Your loins were tightening and you could feel it wetten itself with desire as his tongue pried your mouth open, fighting and curling against your own. His lips were so incredibly real. Kissing him felt like eating a peach that riped perfectly at that moment. Soft and sweet. Connor moved himself until he was nearly on top of you but not quite, not breaking the heated tongue wrestle. You whimpered slightly as he shifted to suckle on your lower lip. The air was filled with breathy moans and lots of shifting in the sheets.

You brushed your hands through his locks, pulling his head to the side, exposing his neck. You were about to attack but Connor stopped you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his lust, clouded eyes.

"No," he breathed. "You don't do anything."

You gaped at him in confusion. "Wha-"

Your moaned loudly and your hands fell to grip the sheets as he unsuspectingly reached and rubbed his fingers against your sex through the gown. It reminded you how the hospital gowns were so easily accessible from the down under. You were essentially wearing a crappy dress. The detective tutted, shaking his head and smirked.

"Be a good girl," he purred as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You bit down hard on your lower lip, pleading with your eyes. You shook your head obediently. Connor nuzzled against your nose, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You smelt amazing... He didn't know what it was but your natural smell stirred a beast inside of him as he savored it.

"Wait wait, Connor," you panted, suddenly regaining a bit of your senses. "We are in a hospital. What if Caleb comes in? "

The detective gave you a coy smile and leaned in right next to your ear to nibble at you ear lobe. "Well then, he is more than welcome to watch," he whispered, sending shivers through your whole body. You closed your eyes and bathed in his scent and presence. He trailed kisses down your jawline, stopping to bite at your neck. You took this opportunity to softly knead his crotch with your thigh. Oh surprise, surprise, Cyberlife didn't miss out a single part in their androids; there was definitely something there... And it was big... He gave a breathy groan, eyes flashing passionately but angrily at you. He growled loudly causing your heart to accelerate.

Connor let go of your wrists and threw aside his jacket. You just laid there in awe, afraid to move or disobey. You were his now, under his influence and command. You may not be used to being submissive and obedient... But it seemed that Connor was in a dangerous mindset at the moment. You were slightly afraid but mostly turned on.

He suddenly laid beside you, causing you to look at him in puzzlement. Propping himself on one elbow, he gently cupped your face with the other hand. He stared deeply at you, searching for you.

"Unbutton me," he ordered firmly. You swore it sounded more like he was begging.

Without hesitating, you hoisted yourself until you were straddingly him. You pressed your sex against his trapped crotch, causing him to buck up into you. Immediately working on his buttons, you let the cloth fall open, unraveling his perfect body. You loved it when it was pristine white and vulnerable but this was fine. He was slowly trailing both hands down your body, tracing every curve and shape but carefully avoiding your wound. He let his hands rest on your hips whilst yours fell to tracing his chest. He pushed up against you and you gasped. The goddamn hospital gown was open from underneath, leaving you to feel every pressure through your underwear.

Connor grinned cockily. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. You stared at him in disbelief. This android...enjoyed torturing you. Get a load of that.

To punish him for taking you as an easy being, you swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and undergarments down, his cock springing free. Good lord, it was a sight. Throbbing and bouncing in the air, your eyes widened at the sight of a trophy. Seriously, Cyberlife, so much detail? Your loins pulsed and pleaded at you, wanting to ride it. He was about to protest but it was replaced with a stuttering moan as you stuffed your mouth with his member. You grinned with your mouth full. Serves him right...

You dragged your tongue all over his cock, wettening it with your saliva. Taking in all his essence, you bobbed your head slowly, torturing him. He was completely in your control. His body was both limp and stiff as you worked your magic around his trophy. You gently grazed your teeth against it, causing him to suddenly raise his hips into your mouth. He whimpered your name as you moaned, allowing him to feel the vibrations in your throat.

It was as if at that moment Conner realised that the tide has turned and he had to turn it back. He was under your control and he had to take control back, to let you know who the alpha male was. He pulled you up and out of his cock, as you let your mouth pop away. The Android gripped your wrists and twisted you firmly until he was on top of you. You yelped out in surprise, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. Luckily, Connor knew the best way to wrestle without hurting your injuries. He reached under and ripped away your underwear with ease. Your head was spinning and you couldn't control your hastened breathing. You felt hot and your sex was just burning with so much desire. You pleaded him.

"Connor, please," desperation leaked from your mouth.

Connor licked his lips, looking down at you as if predator looking at prey. His eyes were full of hunger. "Just because you asked so nicely."

He guided his cock into you, pushing in slowly. It was bliss. You nearly cried out in pain and pleasure as he penetrated you. He doesn't even let you adjust, pulling it out and pushing it in again. He grunted, eyes hooded and mouth agape. It was great that Cyberlife had a euphoria response in androids. It was even more amplified as a deviant.

He picked up speed, and you felt his throbbing member inside of you. You were so tight around him, slipping and sliding as he pounded into you. You whimpered out his name, begging him to go deeper and faster.

Suddenly, there was blinding white and then you spilled all over him. It was the limit for a Connor too.

"[Y/N]!" he cried out, allowing his systems to overheat as he came. It was absolutely intoxicating.

He collapsed on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your forehead against his. Conner nuzzled against your cheek, inhaling you all over again as if he was scared you would disappear.

"I need you, [Y/N]."

"And I'm here to stay. I'm yours."

[sonicspsychos]

@redtyrannoranger an alternate first meeting AU moment

Virgie: *wreaking havoc and ranting about rangers*

Trent: *tries to tell his story of struggling with ebil and gets blasted*

Dr O: *Also tries, but gets blasted farther*

Kira: Okay, well, apparently some ranger guy hurt her. So we just have to convince her that not all ranger guys are jerks. *Looks at Conner*

Ethan: Oh god. We’re doomed.

Conner: Hey! I resent that!

Kira: I don’t know, he might surprise you. *whispers to Conner* Try not to get yourself killed, and don’t call her Babe till she’s calmed down. *pats him on the shoulder* Go get em, Champ.

Conner: Finally, a use for my good looks and charm. *zooms off*

Ethan: I give him five seconds.

Trent: *mumbling* I give him three.

Dr O:I should probably plan his funeral...

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Cut the Death Jokes

For Day 6- Death of the Batfam Halloween Content War! Tim isn’t a big fan of the obligatory October death jokes. Special Guests Conner Kent/Kon-el, Bart Allen, Garfield Logan, Raven, and Rose Wilson! Rating: PG Gen Words: 2,202 AO3

Life was tough. Living as all the people you’re close to die? Even tougher. So when Halloween rolls around and the inevitable zombie jokes start rolling out from those who have came back Tim gets rather uncomfortable. It’s not that he begrudges them the ability to joke, if anything it’s a healthier-than-what-most-of-his-family-does coping mechanism.

It starts October first and Tim is glad that it’s at least Jason, who’s jokes about dying and being undead are a regular occurrence over Tim’s comms. He’s laying on his back on a couch in the manor’s living room when the older boy walks in. Jason takes one look at Tim and the bruise like circles under his eyes and grimaces. “Wow Replacement. You look about as good as me, which is to say corpselike.”

Tim frowns up at him as Jason smiles and continues to tease him. “I know you’re still trying to fill my pixie boots but being dead inside is enough, you don’t have to look the part too.”

Glaring Tim sat up, skootching back towards the armrest as Jason flops down by his feet. “Must you?” Tim asked acidly.

“Uh, duh? It’s my month man! October is prime time for the undead like me! I get to crack as many jokes as I want and no one can stop me.”

Tim frowned and turned to half watch the crappy horror movie that Jason had flipped on.

A couple days later Tim was nursing a large mug of coffee at the kitchen table while Dick argued with Damian over breakfast. Alfred had begrudgingly agreed to let Dick cook with his supervision and Damian was now staunchly refusing to eat it. Which Tim didn’t exactly blame him for; Dick’s pancakes were infamous.

“Grayson, I have died once and believe me I don’t need to do it again!” the younger boy yelled, brandishing a butter knife.

Dick just narrowed his eyes. “Rude.”

“Do you have to?” Tim muttered.

“What are you mumbling, Drake?” Damian spat.

“I said, do you have to? Make jokes like that?” Tim looked at his brothers wearily. He’d had a rough night breaking up a turf war in the East End and really didn’t need any emotional strain on top of the physical exhaustion.

“-tt- Drake it was only the truth. Grayson’s cooking is deadly and I do not wish to be subjected to it,” Damian said with a weird look.

From the stove Dick also raised an eyebrow at Tim. Taking a sip of his coffee Tim shook his head. “Whatever. Just ignore me,” he mumbled into his mug.

Titans weekend rolled around and instead of training they had all agreed to do some team bonding and in the spirit of Halloween Garfield had pulled out his and Victor’s combined horror movie library for the day. Tucked into a blanket burrito and squeezed between Bart and Rose on the couch Tim had started to doze off. The movies not holding his attention and the sounds of Cassie and Kon making dinner in the other room similar enough to home that it was becoming increasingly difficult for Tim to stay even remotely awake.

“That is disgustingly inaccurate,” Raven observed of the ‘demonic symbols’ on the screen. Tim cracked an eye open and had to agree. “Not to mention,” Raven continued. “That resurrection scene was beyond unrealistic.”

Tim made a face from his blanket cocoon. “Raven…” He half chided, half whined.

“Yeah Rae! It’s a movie! Just enjoy it!” Gar said, sticking his tongue out at her.

“As much I hate to say it, but I’m with Raven. This movie sucks,” Bart chimed in from beside Tim. “I think we could make a better one. I mean, some of us at least know what it’s like to actually die.”

Without a second thought Tim shot out his elbow, directly into Bart’s side. The speedster yelped and glared at Tim.

“Dude! What was that?!” Bart pouted, rubbing a spot just below his ribs.

Tim just glared back at Bart while on his other side Rose laughed. “That was the most aggressive passive aggressive thing I’ve ever seen the bird boy scout do and I am proud,” she said with a wicked grin.

Tim just snuggled deeper into his blankets while the others all gave him questioning looks.

Tim was having an average, boring Wednesday at work when he got a text from Cass. All it had was the house emoji and the ambulance emoji which meant that he was to come home right now because there was an emergency. Phone in hand Tim grabbed his keys and the suit jacket from the back of his office chair. He rushed past his secretary, mentioning that his sister needed him for some emergency before half sprinting to the elevator. On the ride down to the parking garage he texted Cass asking her for more details and just got the house emoji again.

He had barely parked his sports car in front of the manor before he was hurtling out of it and up the steps through the front doors. “Cass! Cass! Where are you? Cass!” Tim yelled, his dress shoes losing traction on the foyer’s marble floor causing him to skid to a haphazard stop at the base of the grand staircase.

His sister appeared at the top of the steps, a mischievous smile twisting her lips and her short hair sticking out at odd angles. She waved him up before disappearing back down the halls towards the little used west wing of the manor. Kicking off the cursed shoes Tim followed. She led him further up the manor’s numerous floors to a hall that dead-ended with a window overlooking the patio, pool, and sprawling grounds at the back of the house. Said window had been propped open and what appeared to be a zipline was stretched from the window to a tree at the edge of the property’s small forest.

Cass turned to him and her eyes sparkled. “Need a lookout,” she confessed, confirming Tim’s suspicions that Alfred had no knowledge nor approval of this particular adventure.

Tim’s shoulders slumped and his head dipped as he looked at Cass with a frown. He knew that she was getting every bit of annoyance, disbelief, and brotherly concern that his body was practically screaming at her.

Cass just giggled and shrugged. “You only live twice little brother.”

Tim let out a groan so dramatic it required him to fling his head back and go half limp. “Cass! Really? You’ve been hanging around Jason way too much. You should be better than this!”

“I know. I’m sorry. Just… couldn’t resist,” she admitted and patted his head in a half-hearted attempt to soothe him.

“You owe me.”

“I do. Love you brother,” she held out her arms for a hug and begrudgingly Tim accepted it. “Tis the season,” Cass whispered in his ear as they embraced.

“Don’t tell me about it,” Tim grumbled.

The jokes became increasingly worse and more frequent as the month progressed, Tim had taken to muting certain friends and family members on his comms when he needed to. Although he hadn’t figured out a way to mute people in person.

He was working with Steph on taking out Riddler and a group of his thugs on night. The quips and batarangs were both flying and Tim had to admit that he was having fun riffing off of Steph. Although that ended rather abruptly.

Steph was dodging punches and knocking guns away with her staff as she laughed. “Oh c’mon boys, you’ve gotta do better than that! I mean, the enthusiasm is appreciated but really? Death is very been there done that for me and you guys are just so uninspired with your attempts at killing me!”

“Batgirl!” Tim scolded as he punched a goon in the nose.

“What?” she asked genuinely confused.

“Do you have to? Like really?”

“Double R I have absolutely zero clue about what you’re talking about. So how about we work out whatever it is after the fight and not during? Kay? Kay.”

Tim just growled and started taking the thugs down faster and fiercer. Soon enough they had Riddler cuffed too and the GCPD was on its way.

“What was that about?” Steph asked as they stood on the roof of the neighboring warehouse, watching the cops stream into the building.

“Just, the death jokes. I dunno. They’re not exactly good taste?” Tim muttered, not wanting to meet Steph’s gaze.

“Dude. Seriously? Dead Robins Club bro. If we can’t make fun of it what can we do? S’not like we can go to therapy or something.”

Tim grimaced, he knew that but that didn’t mean it made him any less uncomfortable. “Just… Never mind. Forget I brought it up. I’m sorry.”

Steph gave him a weird look but her comms beeped and she put a hand to her cowl. “What’s up O?” She turned and began running toward the edge of the rooftop, off to whatever emergency Gotham was offering up now. At least it ended that awkward conversation.

It was the weekend before Halloween and Tim found himself in Smallville. Kon had been asked to take Jon trick-or-treating before going to Titans Tower and he had invited Tim to come with them. Which Tim soon learned meant that Kon needed his help in throwing together a last-minute costume to go out with Jon in.

Tim was laying on top of the worn quilt on Kon’s bed, staring up at the glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling while his friend googled quick costume ideas and raided his closet.

“Why don’t you just go as Superboy? It’s not like anyone is gonna be able to know whether you’re really Superboy or not,” Tim suggested.

“Trust me, I pitched that idea. Both Ma and Lois vetoed it faster than Bart eats pizza.”

Tim hummed noncommittally and continued to stare at the ceiling. That was until he got a balled-up Superboy t-shirt to the face. “Ow,” he said, sitting up.

“Use that giant brain of yours and help,” Kon said, gesturing around the small room. “What’re you being anyway?”

Tim held up the t-shirt that had just pelted him. “If you won’t be Superboy than I will.”

“Hardy har har. You wouldn’t let me wear your Red Robin suit?” Kon ventured.

Tim raised a single eyebrow. “A) you already know the answer to that. B) you’re a good four inches taller than me! You’d never fit and you know it.”

“Worth a shot.” Kon shrugged. “What about a zombie? I can rip up some clothes and put some fake blood on and I really am already a zombie so I could just walk around in my normal clothes… Tim? You ok?”

As Kon was talking Tim’s lips had smooshed togethering into an increasingly straightening line as his brows inched closer to each other. He was only half processing Kon’s words and was just staring at his friend without realizing that the other boy had stopped speaking. Kon waved his hand in front of Tim’s face and with that Tim exploded.

“Do you have to joke about that? I mean, ok you died and it sucked but like you’re not the only one and guess what. You came back! Which is a heck of a lot more than some people can say. And while you were dead how do you think everyone else was taking it? Cause let me tell you it sucks. Sucks! When your best friend dies and then your other best friend dies and then your ex-girlfriend and your mom and dad and step-mom and then your adoptive dad and your crabass little brother and the only reason you’re a part of the family in the first place is cause your older brother was brutally murdered but y’know he’s better now. Oh! And your sister at one point died and was resurrected and didn’t really see the point in bringing it up until like a year later? So yeah. It sucks. It’s a ‘coping mechanism’ or whatever but for the rest of us it’s just not funny.”

Tim had been pacing the room, arms flailing as he spoke. But now he collapsed back on Kon’s bed, breathing heavy as he tried to calm down.

Kon had flattened himself against the wall as he let Tim rant, eyes wide the entire time. “That- that was a lot man. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tim let out a stuttering breath. “I think I’m good now.”

“That was a lot of pent up rage… How long has this been bothering you?”

“A while now? Just, all month it’s been really bad,” Tim shrugged. He looked down at his hands and felt Kon sit on the bed next to him before looping an arm over his shoulders.

“Well I promise to make a conscious effort to not crack undead jokes from now on and I’ll mention something to Bart. Deal?” Kon asked.

“Deal.”

“Good. Now help me with a costume or I am wearing your suit.” Kon grinned.

“Absolutely not!” Tim told him before holding up a flannel shirt. “Here, be a hipster.” That earned him another t-shirt to the face.

[sinrau]

UPDATE (7:46 p.m. PT) — In the early hours of July 15, after a night spent protesting at the Multnomah County Justice Center and Mark O. Hatfield Federal Courthouse, Mark Pettibone and his friend Conner O’Shea decided to head home.

It had been a calm night compared to most protesting downtown. By 2 a.m. law enforcement hadn’t used any tear gas and, with only a few exceptions, both the Portland Police Bureau and federal law enforcement officers had stayed out of sight.

A block west of Chapman Square, Pettibone and O’Shea bumped into a group of people who warned them that people in camouflage were driving around the area in unmarked minivans grabbing people off the street.

“So that was terrifying to hear,” Pettibone said.

They had barely made it half a block when an unmarked minivan pulled up in front of them.

“I see guys in camo,” O’Shea said. “Four or five of them pop out, open the door and it was just like, ‘Oh shit. I don’t know who you are or what you want with us.’”

Federal law enforcement officers have been using unmarked vehicles to drive around downtown Portland and detain protesters since at least July 14. Personal accounts and multiple videos posted online show the officers driving up to people, detaining individuals with no explanation of why they are being arrested, and driving off.

The tactic appears to be another escalation in federal force deployed on Portland city streets, as federal officials and President Donald Trump have said they plan to “quell” nightly protests outside the federal courthouse and Multnomah County Justice Center that have lasted for more than six weeks.

Federal officers have charged at least 13 people with crimes related to the protests so far, while others have been arrested and released, including Pettibone. They also left one demonstrator hospitalized with skull fractures after shooting him in the face with so-called “less lethal” munitions July 11.

Officers from the U.S. Marshals Special Operations Group and Customs and Border Protection’s BORTAC, have been sent to Portland to protect federal property during the recent protests against racism and police brutality.

But interviews conducted by OPB show officers are also detaining people on Portland streets who aren’t near federal property, nor is it clear that all of the people being arrested have engaged in criminal activity. Demonstrators like O’Shea and Pettibone said they think they were targeted by federal officers for simply wearing black clothing in the area of the demonstration.

O’Shea said he ran when he saw people wearing camouflage jump out of an unmarked vehicle. He said he hid when a second unmarked van pursued him.

Video shot by O’Shea and provided to OPB shows a dark screen as O’Shea narrates the scene. Metadata from the video confirms the time and place of the protesters’ account.

“Feds are driving around, grabbing people off the streets,” O’Shea said on the video. “I didn’t do anything fucking wrong. I’m recording this. I had to let somebody know that this is what happens.”

Pettibone did not escape the federal officers.

“I am basically tossed into the van,” Pettibone said. “And I had my beanie pulled over my face so I couldn’t see and they held my hands over my head.”

Pettibone and O’Shea both said they couldn’t think of anything they might have done to end up targeted by law enforcement. They attend protests regularly but they said they aren’t “instigators.” They don’t spray paint buildings, shine laser pointers at officers or do anything else other than attend protests, which law enforcement have regularly deemed “unlawful assemblies.”

Blinded by his hat, in an unmarked minivan full of armed people dressed in camouflage and body armor who hadn’t identified themselves, Pettibone said he was driven around downtown before being unloaded inside a building. He wouldn’t learn until after his release that he had been inside the federal courthouse.

“It was basically a process of facing many walls and corners as they patted me down and took my picture and rummaged through my belongings,” Pettibone said. “One of them said, ‘This is a whole lot of nothing.’”

Pettibone said he was put into a cell. Soon after, two officers came in to read him his Miranda rights. They didn’t tell him why he was being arrested. He said they asked him if he wanted to waive his rights and answer some questions, but Pettibone declined and said he wanted a lawyer. The interview was terminated, and about 90 minutes later he was released. He said he did not receive any paperwork, citation or record of his arrest.

“I just happened to be wearing black on a sidewalk in downtown Portland at the time,” Pettibone said. “And that apparently is grounds for detaining me.”

In a statement, the U.S. Marshals Service declined to comment on the practice of using unmarked vehicles, but said their officers had not arrested Pettibone.

“All United States Marshals Service arrestees have public records of arrest documenting their charges. Our agency did not arrest or detain Mark James Pettibone.”

OPB sent DHS an extensive list of questions about Pettibone’s arrest including: What is the legal justification for making arrests away from federal property? What is the legal justification for searching people who are not participating in criminal activity? Why are federal officers using civilian vehicles and taking people away in them? Are the arrests federal officers make legal under the constitution? If so, how?

After 7 p.m. Thursday, a DHS spokesperson responded, on background, that they could confirm Acting Secretary of Homeland Security Chad Wolf was in Portland during the day. The spokesperson didn’t acknowledge the remaining questions.

“It’s like stop and frisk meets Guantanamo Bay,” said attorney Juan Chavez, director of the civil rights project at the Oregon Justice Resource Center.

Chavez has worked on litigation surrounding the weeks of protests and helped lead efforts to curb local police from using tear gas and munitions on protesters. He called the arrest by federal officers “terrifying.”

“You have laws regarding probable cause that can lead to arrests,” he said. “It sounds more like abduction. It sounds like they’re kidnapping people off the streets.”

Ashlee Albies, a civil rights attorney with the National Lawyers Guild, said Pettibone’s detention is an example of intimidation by federal law enforcement, and noted that people have a First Amendment right to demonstrate. She also said law enforcement officials have to follow procedures when they detain someone.

“I would be surprised to see that pulling up in an unmarked van, grabbing people off the street is an acceptable policy for a criminal investigation,” Albines said.

In a letter released Thursday, Wolf said, “Portland has been under siege for 47 straight days by a violent mob while local political leaders refuse to restore order to protect their city.”

“A federal courthouse is a symbol of justice,” Wolf wrote, denigrating protests against racism in the United States’ criminal justice system as an angry mob. “To attack it is to attack America.”

KOIN was first to report Thursday that Wolf was visiting Portland to view damage to the federal courthouse.

This week, Trump has repeatedly spoken out about what he calls lawlessness in the city. He praised the role of federal law enforcement officers in Portland and alluded to increasing their presence in cities nationwide. Speaking to Fox News on Thursday, Acting U.S. Customs and Border Protection Commissioner Mark Morgan called the protesters criminals.

“I don’t want to get ahead of the president and his announcement,” Morgan said, “but the Department of Justice is going to be involved in this, DHS is going to be involved in this; and we’re really going to take a stand across the board. And we’re going to do what needs to be done to protect the men and women of this country.”

Early Thursday morning, Portland police tried a new approach to stop the protests. Officers cleared Lownsdale and Chapman Squares, including Riot Ribs, a barbecue stand that had been cooking free food since July 4. The city said it was closing the parks for maintenance. By early afternoon, fences had been installed around both parks.

Police arrested nine people during the closure, including three of the people who ran Riot Ribs. They face a variety of charges, including trespassing and disorderly conduct.

Mayor Ted Wheeler’s office declined to offer comment on the latest events involving federal officers, but reiterated a statement from earlier in the week, saying federal officers should be restricted to guarding federal property.

“We do not need or want their help,” Wheeler said. “The best thing they can do is stay inside their building, or leave Portland altogether.”

Oregon Democratic Sen. Jeff Merkely said if Wolf is coming to inflame the situation in Portland so the President can “look tough,” the acting DHS leader should leave.

“Federal forces shot an unarmed protester in the face,” Merkely said in a tweet. “These shadowy forces have been escalating, not preventing, violence.”

Oregon Gov. Kate Brown similarly called for federal law enforcement officers to leave Portland. She added, Wolf is on a “mission to provoke confrontation for political purposes.”

“This political theater from President Trump has nothing to do with public safety,” Brown said in a statement. “The President is failing to lead this nation. Now he is deploying federal officers to patrol the streets of Portland in a blatant abuse of power by the federal government.”

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