#the kids were going crazy over the mouth whistles haha

[floralmystic]

trick or treat!!

Omg! I love your costume. No other trick or treaters came tonight so you can have the candy I got.

I also have some toys you can choose from :)

[burntmcnuggies]

Jealous Bird (Smut)

Jealous! Hawks x Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, strong language, feral Hawks, rut, unprotected sex, and a jealous birb, 18+ only please! :D

If you’d like the fluff version and not the smut, you can go here! ➪ Fluff <3

“Mornin’ chicken wing. What’re we doin’ for breakfast? I paid last time so this is allll on you.” Hawks sent a playful wink towards you as he landed beside you from his previous place in the air, holding his hand up and rubbing his index and thumb together as a sign he wanted you to pay. You rolled your eyes and rose your hand, mocking him. “Don’t forget who spent hours doing YOUR paperwork because a certain birdbrain was too lazy to do it.” Hawks held up his hands in defeat and slumped over, sticking out his bottom lip, over exaggerating his facial expressions. He whined and let his wings droop. “C’mon just one more time? Pretty please with your favorite pretty bird on top?”

“Stop dragging your wings, you’re gonna get them dirty.” You scolded and pat his back, slightly feeling how tense his shoulder were. You were about to offer to give him a massage later, not wanting your friend to have to sleep tonight with stiff muscles until you noticed something. His wings were almost glowing a whole new shade now. Such a vibrant and beautiful color. It was then realizing how close you were that you could hear a faint cooing bubbling from his throat. “...? The fuck are you doing Hawks?” He looked over confused and tilted his head. You grumbled at his lack of knowing exactly what he was doing. “Do you even have complete control over your body? You don’t even realize you’re whistling and cooing like some pigeon.”

You completely missed the pissed off look that crossed his face at your comment. He plastered on a cheeky smile and put his hands behind his back, picking his wings off the ground and tucking them firmly behind his back. “Nah, sometimes my bird-side comes out, especially during spring. God I go fuckin’ crazy. Sometimes it’s early and I have to take a whole week off a work!” You looked up to a couple trees you both passed while you were walking to your usual breakfast place, KFC —Although you always debate you want to go somewhere else. It was late winter, very close to spring, about March. You never kept up with the date. “Why do you take a whole week off?”

“People with animal quirks like me would understand. Just like Mirko! Haha, I’m sure she’s the worst right now bein’ it’s early March!” He laughed and put his hands out, his hands snaking into his pockets to firmly stick there. You pouted, wanting to know exactly what Hawks was talking about. You told Hawks everything, but he didn’t give you the same treatment. “I’ll just ask Mirko later then if you refuse to tell me.” Hawks quickly wagged his finger side to side in front of your face, his other hand being placed on his hip now. You were familiar with his body language and how much he loved using his hands. “Nah ah, chicken wing. You do that and she’s gonna pounce on you. You won’t see light for days!”

“Mirko has accidentally jumped on me before, it’s not like we haven’t sparred before! I can withstand some punches and kicks!” Hawks sulked again, his hands digging back into his pockets, displaying his annoyance that you weren’t listening to him. He just looked away and shrugged his shoulders back. “Just trust me, kiddo. It’d be for the best you didn’ see Mirko, especially at a time like this. I know how she feels.” You were starting to get irritated at his lack of response to your question, only dodging it and making you sit in suspense. Finally you gave up and decided to bring it back up later. “I’m just gonna stop asking, you’re obviously not gonna answer me are you?”

“Haha! Nope! You know me too well, (Y/N).” You both arrived at KFC, immediately greeted by the manager and many of Hawks’ fans who knew he came there a lot. Many asked for his autograph or a selfie, but he refused politely. “I’ll do some after I get some chicken! I’m starved!” Super fans offered to even pay for his food, to which he declined, saying that you were kind enough to have already offered to pay for his food. A total fat lie! He begged you to pay! You sent him a glare and proceeded just to order both your meals while Hawks spoke with his fans. “Well, guess I can start now! Who’s first?” After he saw you were paying and ordering, he began to sign autographs and take selfies that would no doubt be on social media in minutes.

“Man! I sure do have a lot of supportive and loyal fans! Must suck never bein’ noticed.” Hawks passively insulted your rank as a pro hero by taking a jab at your ranking. You were somewhere in the mid thirties. Not popular at all, especially in this part of Japan where Hawks was born. “At least I have fans who aren’t thirsty for me! Getting all wet and horny at night thinking of their hero Hawks taking them from behind~” You smirked and rose your hands shrugging your shoulders, before hugging yourself. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and squirming with a dreamy smile, mocking his thirsty fan girls. “Oh Hawks! Please I’ll do anything for you! Take me! Oh please fuck my sopping pussy with your big fat cock til I can’t move anymore! Mm! Cum inside me! Let me bare your kids!

You didn’t notice the way his wings trembled and his face reddened, his avian eyes widening as he watched you speak so lewdly. He shook it off quickly before he got out of control and leaned forward towards you smirking. “At least I have fans thirstin’ for my cock~ haven’t heard of anyone wantin’ your boring ass!” He gave a closed eye smile and brought his hands up to give you a big fat thumbs down. Your eye twitched and you remained silent, not having a comment. That was until you remembered a villain hitting on you not too long ago. “Well at least I’ve had a villain fawn over me! I can still remember it clearly! ‘Oh fuck, I would turn good to get a piece of that ass!’”

This time you noticed how his brows furrowed, and his wings fluffed up, almost as if he just had a whole shiver rake through his body. “When was this?” He asked, his head now resting in his right hand, staring intently. You thought about it for a minute, before taking a wild guess. “Ehh, about like a couple months ago.” This only put him in a more sour mood. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. Maybe it was what you talked about? Obviously you’d never talked about anything sexual with Hawks, but on the topic of thirty fans aching for him, you wanted to make jokes since he was always mocking you and making sly insults. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. Well... it kinda is.” He admitted afterwards and smirked at you teasingly as if you would already know it was your fault. You frowned, about to open your mouth again before they called your number to get your food. You sighed and stood from your seat, walking over to the counter and retrieving the food, however, you were stopped by a man. He was young, about nineteen or twenty, quite handsome. “Excuse me miss, this may sound really straightforward and all but, you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?” You blushed a bit and looked away. You were a bit weary, but decided anyways. “I-I don’t know... I guess so. You seem nice. It’s-“

“Hey there, you gotta hobby of stealin’ other people’s things?” A gloved band came in contact with your shoulder, and a large shadow cast over you and the man in front of you. The man gasped in amazement at seeing the number two pro hero standing before him, it would’ve been a better experience if Hawks wasn’t threatening him with his looks and smart-ass remarks. “Huh? Oh! S-Sorry I didn’t-“ Hawks rudely interrupted the man, his gloved hand squeezing harder. His smile was obviously forced, and his feathers were starting to fluff up every second that past he stood in front of this guy. “Eh don’t worry about, you didn’ know. Now that ya do, don’t come near her again, Kay?”

And in the blink of an eye, Hawks pulled you away and out of the fast food restaurant. He aggressively pulled out the food and shoved yours against your chest, unwrapping his quickly and munching on it. “What the hell Hawks?! That was a bit much! He was being nice! It’s not like we’re dating or anything...” You trailed off, watching his wings twitch and fluff. You had noticed his strange behavior for a couple days now. His feathers would fluff up every now and again —you had no idea why— especially near men. “You should be thankin’ me chicken wing. I just saved you from a world of heartbreak.”

“That’s not your place to decide, Hawks. I don’t intervene when women ask for your phone number.” You crossed yours arms and turned your nose up at his childish behavior. He didn’t respond, finishing his breakfast and throwing away his trash in a nearby can. His hands slipping back into his pockets, displaying that he was closing himself off from you now. Of course, you began to become irritated at his lack of voice, but you decided to let it go and not pressure him further. “You’ve been acting weird lately ya know? I’m getting worried...”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” Oh how you hated his emotionless voice, so bland and robotic, it honestly pained you. His eyes were sharp, quick to notice your saddened expression. Hawks sighed heavily and stuck his bottom lip out, wrapping his arm around your arms and pulling you close to him. “I’m one of the top five pros, you don’ gotta worry about me, chicken wing. Cheer up.” You smiled and shoved him off, only a bit happy his cocky and arrogant behavior had returned. The Hawks you knew and cherished. “You know, I hate you sometimes, but I can’t help but love you at the same time.”

“Who doesn’t love me? The sexiest bird-man around.” He smirked and gave you a flirtatious look, a small sound bubbling from his throat similar to a whistle. You returned his smirk with a teasing smile. You were almost immune to his flirty charm, key-word; almost. Hawks was definitely an attractive man. Those piercing eyes with dark markings around them, only making the color pop and glow. His messy hair swept back and disheveled. Let’s not forget about those bushy eyebrows of his, they almost look like feathers from his wings, only a beautiful ashy blonde color just like his hair. You could probably do without his egotistical attitude and vulgar tongue, but that was still all part of his charm. “Move!”

You were surprised by Hawks suddenly grabbing you and jerking you out of the way of an attack from a villain. You were right there in his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing the harsh thumping of his heart at the thought of almost losing you. Before he had a chance to say what he wanted. “Well there goes our leisurely patrol. And more paper work on our desks.” Hawks grunted in annoyance and took to the air. You finally regained your composure and got into your fighting stance. “Ready to kick some ass Hawks?! Whoever lands the final blow is treated to lunch!”

“Heh, you don’t stand a chance! Show me whatcha got!”

—

“Thanks Edgeshot... I totally owe you one.” You scratched their back of your neck with an awkward smile as you stood in front of the current number four hero. While Hawks was on the assault, eager to show off and boost his already high ego, you tried to get a sneak attack in, but the villain noticed you. They were about to attack you, before Edgeshot came and got you out of the way. Hawks didn’t take this too well. He became angry immediately and finished off the villain in a matter of seconds. “No thanks necessary, (H/N). I was just doing my job.” You hated being in debt to someone more than anything, so you quickly threw out an offer.

“Please! Let me take you out for drinks! Honestly! I’ve gotta do something! I-“ Suddenly a large shadow cast over you for the second time that day. You turned around and shrunk down noticing Hawks’ wings spread wide, fluffed to the brim and shaking in anger. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed at Edgeshot. He was angry at himself for not being able to protect you himself, and at Edgeshot for rescuing you and holding you close. That was supposed to be him. “H-Hawks? What’s wron-“ Edgeshot was the one who answered your main question earlier before Hawks could even get another word out. The answer shocked you to your core, finally understand why he was acting so weird.

“He’s showing his dominance, and in a public place no less, how careless.” You looked at the ninja hero confused before you turned your attention back to Hawks. Dominance? His wings were such a beautiful vibrant color now. A shade of red you’d never seen them before on him. A sudden flash captured your eyes, taking your attention away from his beautiful wings. The media was eating this up. Soon it would reach the Hero Public Safety Commission and the president would not like this one bit. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I’m impatient, I can’t wait any longer.” Your eyes widened as your attention was fully back on Hawks now. You opened your mouth about to ask what he meant, but something was preventing you from doing so.

Hawks’ lips were firmly placed upon your own, his bright red rings wrapping around the both of you to shield you from any watchful eyes wanting to take a peek at you. His lips were soft, his hands finding themselves on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You were shocked, your eyes wide, heart hammering wildly out of your chest at the sudden action. Slowly, you began to kiss him back, falling victim to his charm and passionate ways. He was quickly heating up the kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest firmly, pushing him away just enough to separate your lips. He was chasing your lips, desperate to get another kiss. “Hawks what-“

“I’m tired of waiting. I can’t fucking hold it in any longer. I know I’m impatient, but you make it so fucking hard to hold back sometimes.” You opened your mouth about to question, but the only thing that came from your mouth was a terrified scream having Hawks launch you both into the air and fly quickly through the skies. You held onto him for dear life, screaming at him to put you down. You nearly hugged the ground when Hawks reached a luxury penthouse apartment. “What the hells the matter with y- mmm!” He forced his lips onto you quickly, roughly grabbing your body and pulling you against him. His wings still outstretched and flapping slightly.

His feathers went to open the sliding glass door, pushing you inside while still having your lips firmly connected. He was hungry, eating your mouth like it was the only thing he’d had in years. His tongue forced its way passed your lips, dominating the inside of your mouth with his fiery passion. Your hands clawed at his fluffy tan jacket, pulling him closer, your body now aching to be touched more by him. He was just so intoxicating. It was starting to get hard to breath after a while, and you tried to pull yourself away, but he moved with you, keeping your lips firmly together. He only parted away to growl out an order to you. “Breath through your nose.”

His hands were on you again, thick gloved hands trailing down your waist to grab a handful of your tasty ass. A squeak flew out of your lips, allowing him deeper access to your mouth than he already had. You couldn’t deny the dampness beginning to build down there. Your panties were now wet with your slick, making you slightly uncomfortable with the way the damp fabric rubbing against your folds. “God.” He breathed against your lips, not even giving you a second to catch your breath before he was on you again. His hands quickly got towork on getting your shirt off. “I can smell your fuckin’ arousal. Fuck it’s intoxicating. You drive me fucking crazy!”

“H-Hawks! W-Wait!” You voiced your want to stop and talk whatever he was feeling out, but just seeing that lustful passionate look in his eyes, it was a lost cause. His pupils were blown with lust, his breathing heavy and ragged, desperate to start touching you again. “It’s your fault... all your fuckin’ fault it came early. Now be a good baby bird and take responsibility.” You didn’t have time to refuse before he was on you again, his lips finding their way harshly to your neck, his teeth lightly biting. You jerked your head to the side, moaning softly at the feeling of his canines digging into your skin. Your heart was hammering harshly against your chest feeling his thick glove drift up your shirt, roughly grabbing your boobs, groaning at the squishy feeling in his hands. “I didn’ want you to see me like this... but after all the shit that’s happened today... I can’t hold back. Not anymore. That was out the door whenever you started mocking my thirty fans.”

He pulled your shirt over your head quickly, pushing you back into his couch while his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue sliding across the top of your breasts. A shiver raked through your body, low pants leaving your mouth as you watched his mouth move lower. In a flash of red, a feather came up and sliced your bra open, being the impatient man he is, he didn’t want to struggle with getting it off you just to see those perky nips of yours. You were quick to cover yourself, too embarrassed showing your best friend your body like that. It’s not like you would ever look at each other the same after this. A strong grip enclosed around your wrists, Hawks grabbing your wrists and pinning them by your sides.

“H-Hawks...” Your breathy whisper of his name drove him almost mad. He breathed onto one of your nipples, hot breath fanning over the entirety of your perky buds. You squirmed in discomfort and whimpered, your body betraying your mind, desperately wanting his mouth on you. “Hah... I knew you wanted me just as much as I fucking wanted you. How long, how long have you wanted me? Tell me. Tell me how much you crave me right now, ‘cause I can’t get enough!” He drew out the flat of his tongue, running it over your nipple, all while his golden eyes stared right at you expressions. Your legs clinched together tightly feeling a tingling sensation spread from his lick. “Hawks no, mmm~ you cant...”

“I can, and I will, you’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you out of my apartment until I’ve marked you as mine, and you’ve got so much fucking cum inside you that you’ll already look pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you jerked away from him. Pregnant?! Was he out of his mind?! You weren’t even dating yet! Sure you’ve had feelings for him for a long time now but this was all moving too fast! “What did you expect? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. So fucking good. You won’t be able to think about anyone else but me.” Now it all clicked. What he said earlier, how he was acting now. Why hadn’t you noticed it sooner? He practically told you everything this morning, you were just too stupid to consider it.

Mating season.

That’s why his feathers had been brighter, the cooing and whistling coming from his throat. The displays of dominance to other men who you conversed with. Courting traits for a male trying to attract a female. You weren’t dumb, animals mated to do one thing, and one thing only. Reproduce. Their instinct immediately is to find a female and mate with them, reproduce and leave. However, this wasn’t always the case in some. “Fuck, you smell so damn good down here. Your pussy’s so wet for me already. And I haven’t even done anything, yet. Looks like you’ve become a thirsty fan, huh? Wanting my cum deep inside you and gettin’ wet while I manhandle you? Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”

“Hawks m-more~” You were hesitant to ask him for more, worrying for your poor body and your sensitive heart. Only sensitive for him. You accepted your feelings for him, struggling to voice your new found notion to him. He growled lowly in response to your request, hands hastily pulling your pants off in one fell swoop. He was absolutely feral. “I wanna eat you out so fuckin’ bad. Your sweet pussy, sopping snd beggin’ to be stuffed, fuck.” He has a particularly vulgar tongue most of the time, but never like this. He always expressed how hard it was for him to hold back, but this was a completely different side of him you’d never seen. It was like he was feral. A complete animal. “Oh, I’m gonna tongue fuck the shit out of you. You’ll cum all over my tongue, just like how you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.”

He stood up quickly, his feathers dispersing to shrug his jacket off before he pulled his tight shirt over his head. Just like that his wings came back to life, flapping slightly as a readjustment. His gloves were removed as well, now you could feel his bare hands roaming over your exposed body. He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and putting your inner thighs around his head, but not too tight. He approached your entrance, a damp spot clearly evident on your fabric panties. His fingertips dug into your thighs, pushing his face flush against your panties. He let out a breathy moan against your wet folds protected by your panties, subconsciously humping the couch for even the slightly bit of pressure against his hard cock.

“Hah, fuuuuck. I’m so horny, everything’s so hot. Let’s get these cute little panties off. Don’t wanna rip ‘em now. Need something to hold my cum inside your pretty pussy so you bare my kids.” Hawks grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs and onto the floor. He kneeled on his knees in front of the couch, his head between your legs, your feet propped against the coffee table, and your hands gripping the couch anywhere you could, desperately wanting to grab his messy hair. “Oh god...” He moaned at the sight of your sopping pussy, your slick slowly dripping onto the couch much to your embarrassment.

“D-Don’t stare dumba- H-Hawks!” You cried out his name in surprise once he drove his face deep into your crotch. His nose firmly pressed against your sensitive clit, his tongue diving deep into your cunt without warning. Your hands dove straight to his hair, pulling at his blonde locks trying to keep yourself composed from his pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh Hawks! Sh-Shit! Mmm baby yes~” Your head was spinning, his teeth lightly pressing against yours folds. It didn’t help anything with all of the lewd smacking and slurping of his tongue eating you out so damn good. “Ahh! N-No Wait! Your tongue! It’s so... Ngh! Deep!”

“Keep moaning for me, just like that. Moan for me and don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” The vibrations of his lips against your sensitive pussy cause you to flinch and squirm against his sinful touch, fingers pulling at his hair harder. An unexpected groan escaped his lips as he went back to work, tongue swirling and digging around, searching for that one spot that would make your world come undone. You continued to moan and call out his name, instinctively pushing his head deeper. His movements were quick and sloppy, savoring every lick of your delicious fluids, groaning lewdly against your pussy’s lips once he found that spot. “Oh fuck! Right there! Mm~! More! Please a-again!”

He ruthlessly began to abuse that spot, pushing his tongue harshly against it and attempting to massage it. His fingers poked and prodded at your insides, pushing his fingers past and replacing his tongue with those long slim fingers of his. Your head was now thrown back against the couch, releasing his hair and clawing at the couch for dear life, desperately clinging to anything you could grab. You moaned at the foreign feeling, forgetting what if even felt like to have sex. You had a fleeting experience in your last year of high school, but that was it. One time thing. Now here you are doing it again, with your best friend no less, or were you even friends anymore? His fingers worked on making sure you were prepared for him. You were enjoying yourself, being pleasured by the man you’ve hidden your feelings from for years. Him however...

His cheeks were dusted pink, sweat trickling down his forehead with some of his curly blonde locks sticking to his face. His breathing was ragged, heavy and stuttered with a thick sense of desire behind it. His wings were quivering, the color so vibrant it could rival a neon sign. Now you didn’t know much about their nature, but you could tell just by looking at his wings that he was very excited and desperate. “Gotta get you nice and prepared for me right, chicken wing? Gotta get you ready to take my fat cock.” His lewd words made your world just so much hotter. You could feel your arousal leaking down your pussy to your puckered hole and down onto Hawks’ expensive couch. “Ahh! St-Stop! I’m-Im gonna cum! Oh god I’m gonna cum!”

He jerked his fingers out quickly, grunting in the process as he lustfully stared at his fingers coated in your juices. He breathed out a moan while he kicked away all your juices, growling lowly in possessiveness. “Sorry chicken wing but... I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel you clampin’ down on me, cumming so hard you faint. Screaming my name at the top of your lungs so that everyone knows that you’re mine! All fuckin’ mine.” Your eyes widened seeing him sit up more, pushing his pants down the rest of the way before kicking them off, leaving him in only his red boxers. His arousal was definitively clear, noticing how the head of his cock peeked out from the waistband, leaking pre-cum, tip red and aching. The sight was undeniable steamy, your legs clenching together with your thighs slowly rubbing together. “That’s right baby. Already thirstin’ for my cock, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut. My slut. Hah... fuck I gotta be inside you.”

He pushed his boxers down, revealing his aching hard-on. Balls lulling down, full of cum, ready to be emptied out inside of your tight pussy. Without thinking, you sat up slowly coming close to his erection. You could smell his heavily masculine and musky scent from where you were, but you needed more of him. You sadly didn’t get far before he grabbed your head and pushed you back. “Nah ah, baby. Not today. I’m too fuckin’ horny and desperate to let you suck my cock today. Next time.” Next time? There was going to be a next time? Your heart hammered harshly knowing your long time friend and crush planned on doing all of this again with you. “Hang on tight, dove. It’s gonna be a long bumpy ride.”

“W-Wait!” You watched in worry as Hawks pinned you down, spreading your legs and positioning himself. You hadn’t taken him seriously, but now you regret it. “P-Protecti- Ahn~!” You couldn’t even protest once he pushed himself inside, moaning loudly at the sinful heat that engulfed his cock, heating up his entire body more than it already was. His wings flapped slowly, occasionally twitching as he impatiently waited for you to get used to his size. The cool breeze sorta calmed you down, taking your attention away from the pain nestled in your lower regions. “Fuck, can I move? Please, please let me move.”

Good god did he sound fucking hot begging.

“Yeah, y-you can- MMM! Fuck!” You threw your head back, pleasure spreading through your body. As soon as he heard the word “yeah” he immediately got to work on fucking your cunt until you were overflowing with his cum. You harshly bit your lip, holding in your embarrassing noises from his ears, however, he had no problem not hiding them from you. “Fuck, fuck, hah... don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna fuckin’ hear ‘em. Let everyone know who’s fucking you, who you belong to, and that you’re m-mine! Fuck!” He breathlessly moaned against your face, ramming himself into you repeatedly. Your hands were now on his back, clawing down his muscular back. He growled lowly into your ear, breathily cursing. “D-Damnit! Can’t... f-find it! Ahh... hah... fuck chicken wing, fuck yeah!”

His husky grunts were dangerously bordering animalistic. His pants were ragged, hips never faltering in movement, his wings flapping slightly and quivering every now and again. “Yeah baby? You like me fucking you? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. You’ll bare m-my clutch! You’re mine, ahhaahh! Fuck!” You were crying his name, clenching his back with your legs squeezing on either side of his waist. His cock was hammering against a bundle of nerves in your body you didn’t even know you had. “Hawks! Oh god! Please! Slow down-!” He pulled out quickly, leaving you a whimpered mess without that full feeling in your stomach. He flipped you over, hastily ramming himself back in you from behind, his wild thrusts getting harder. “Yeah, fuck yeah! There it is! Yeah! Gonna cum right in that womb if yours, you’re gonna be so round and pregnant with my kids! N-Nobody’ll ever come near you again! They’ll know you’re mine! My dove! My b-baby!”

His hot hands pushed your lower back, slamming you down against the couch and brutally fucking your tight pussy like no tomorrow, animalistic growls leaving his lips, teeth burying into your shoulder and neck. He was marking you as his. You were covered in his scent now, other men wouldn’t dare come near you now that you were filled with Hawks’ pheromones. “I’m gonna cum! Ahh! Hah! Hahn fuck I’m cumming Hawks! I’m cumming!” He rose his hand and smacked your ass harshly, the red tingling sensation spreading through your cheek. It felt so damn good. He grasped his hand over your stomach and pushed harshly. “You’re cumming, yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna try and milk me are ya? Milk me, baby! Milk me so damn good and get every last drop of my fuckin’ cum in that ripe fertile womb of yours!”

“Hawks! Hah! Hah! Oh I’m cumming! Nhhh I’m c-cum...ming! Ahh!” You came harshly all over his still thrusting cock, your creamy juices spreading all over his cock and slipping down his balls full of his child baring cum. He didn’t stop yet, still bucking his hips through your orgasm even though you were still so sensitive. “Ohho! You’re such a good girl! So good! Fuck baby! Yeah, keep squeezin’ me! Keep fuckin’ squeezin’ meee! Agh!” He groaned deeply into your ear, desperately panting and grunting into your ear. You cried, physical tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of his brutal thrusts on your aching sore cunt. He slapped your ass again, squeezing it tightly afterwards with his nails creating crescents in your smooth skin. “F-Fuck I’m close! Yeah you want my cum? Tell me you want my cum deep inside you! C’mon baby, say it!”

“I want your cum Hawks! Mmm! Please! Please I want it! I wanna carry your kids! I want to be bred by you! Ah hahn! I can’t! Please!” You immediately regretted your words. His pace had become quicker, harsh pounds becoming desperate. You could feel his balls slapping against your inner thighs, a red itchy tingling bubbling up. His hands came around your neck, the other going to harshly rub your clit. You couldn’t contain the endless moans, cries, and screams of his name, his hero name to be precise. “Oh god! Oh my god! Feels so good! Mmm! Hawks, I-I’m gonna cum again!” He pants against your ear, snarling and growling about how good and round he’s gonna make you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Hah, fuck!” He grunted loudly and released heavy shaky breathes, his raging hard on twitching inside your now gooey insides. You came harshly, your walls clamping down on him. He was fully embedded within you, balls pressed firmly against you, his scarlet wings twitching and flapping, stretching widely suddenly stiffening up. You could feel the warm spurts of his cum deep inside, forcing a low moan past your swollen lips. His wings happily drooped once he had finished, his head now hanging low, trying to catch his breath. “H-Hawks... I love you.” You finally admitted to him, watching intently to see his reaction to your words. He laughed huskily, his golden eyes raising back up to meet yours, still cloudy with lust. “You fuckin’ better. You’re my dove, now and forever, ya hear that? Now...”

“Let’s make sure you get pregnant.”

—

Pain was the first thing you were met with the morning after your undeniably passionate night with Hawks. Feathers were scattered all over the place, large blankets thrown everywhere, and some of his clothes were thrown over you. Incredibly confused, you sat up but quickly jolted back down as a searing hot pain shot through your body from your hips. “Woah there, chicken wing! Relax, you must be in a lot of pain. I don’t blame you after the harsh fucking I put you through last night.” The man who had put you in such pain walked into the room, shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. The bed dipped slowly as he sat on the bed, handing you a cool glass of water. You painfully sat up, gently taking the glass from his rough hands, thanking him quietly. “What the hell did you do while I was out?”

The pro hero looked around the room before coming to lay eyes on you again, scratching the back of his neck with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I uh, made a nest!” He answered bashfully. It was an incredibly rare sight to see him embarrassed. Uncomfortable sometimes, but never embarrassed. You looked around the mess and raised a brow. “Nest? Why the hell did you-“ You stopped once you remembered what had happened last night between the both of you and what you had realized. You blushed and threw the covers off yourself quickly, horrified at the sticky mess dripping from your insides, still. Just how many rounds had you gone with him last night? “Hah, Sorry. I just couldn’ hold myself back. My ruts are really bad, which is why I always take a week off.”

“You didn’t have to cum inside me this much Hawks...” You said and cringed at all the fluids dripping out of your abused cunt. You didn’t notice, but his wings shivered, ruffling up a bit at the sight of your leaky pussy, until they settled down again. “It’s your fault ya know? Makin’ me so damn jealous I had to claim you for myself. Claim you before someone else took you.” Your cheeks reddened slightly, and you looked to the side, your heart racing. Of course, he could feel your sensitive heart racing, and slowly leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, melting into his sweet kiss. There was no sexual intention behind the kiss, only a reassurance that you didn’t have to worry about speaking your true feelings, that he already knew you loved him. “You’re my baby bird now. You’ve upgraded chicken wing. Congrats.”

“How many levels are there with you?” You laughed, enjoying this sweet moment with your new lover. He laughed and hopped into bed beside you, pulling you close to him in your little nest. His hands ran over your flat stomach slowly, cooing and flapping his wings lightly. “A lot more, step up your game, baby. You good though? How do you feel knowin’ you have the most popular hero’s cum inside of you. Mixin’ with all your fertile eggs to make my fuckin’ kids.” He growled possessively and wrapped his wings around you protectively, kissing your head and over your face. You couldn’t help but turn red at his words, embarrassed by how blunt he is. “Do... do you really want to have kids Hawks? I mean... we just started... d-dating...”

“Who cares the order, as long as you’re mine and that little bundle of feathers inside you is all mine, order can go fuck itself.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his arm gently. His whistling and cooing got louder the more he cuddled you, his lips peppering your face with kisses. “Ya know they already have story’s about us? They got my whole ‘top bird’ thing on video.” He seemed quite happy with it. The president of the HPSC would not be happy about this once she found out. But knowing Hawks, he couldn’t have given two fucks about it. He raised your chin, smirking smugly. “I also tweeted that we’re dating and that you’re mine, and that we’re gonna have chicks, and that all those other guys better stay away or I’ll kill ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes. “You jealous bird...”

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dark peter parker x innocent naive reader (or ofc it doesn’t matter) non-con fic?

CAMP KISSLESS | peter parker

[WARNINGS] dark peter parker x reader (Y/N), virgin reader, noncon sex, outdoor/car sex (public?), peter isn’t very friendly neighborhood spidery in this

A/N: I’ve wanted to do a camp au for a little while so that’s why I chose this setting! This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Read at your own risk.

In which your the new camp counselor and you’re excited to start your job but Peter has other plans for your summer.

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It was gonna be a great summer. 

It wasn’t your first summer at Camp. No, your parents drove you to upstate New York every summer since you were eight and you stayed at Camp Moonfall for three weeks out of the summer. You always made the best memories there but, now that you were older, you were saving up for college next semester. Now that you were eighteen, you felt responsible enough to get a job and of course, Peter put in a good word for you. 

You remembered the summer before, all the counselors had let you join them around the fire since you were older. That’s when the game of never have I ever happened and that’s when you changed the way you looked at Peter. You always thought he was cute but with him smiling around all his friends, the firelight illuminating his skin, you developed a small crush. He was a year older than you and you remembered saying how you were going to miss him during your Senior Year. 

He smiled at you, of course, and your heart fluttered. 

It was in that game that everyone learned your secret about how you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. They looked at you, shocked, and you would’ve preferred if they had just teased you rather than pitied you. You didn’t care that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you were waiting for magic. You wanted to settle for nothing less. 

“So who’s first on your list?” Peter had asked you and you raised an eyebrow. He turned his marshmallow over the fire, letting it brown, “Your kiss list? Who’s your dream first kiss?”

“Thor, I think,” You joke to Peter and he only rolled his eyes. 

“Haha, Y/N,” He spoke sarcastically, “But I’m serious, who’s number one?” For a moment, looking in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he wanted you to say him. 

“I don’t have one,” You slouched back in your chair, “Whoever it is, I want them to be the one I marry.”

All of their eyes turned to you, even Peter as if you had said something offensive, “What?” you asked. 

“You should save it for as long as you can, Y/N?” MJ said across from you, easing the tension, “High school boys are Satan's spawn. And I hear college boys aren’t far off.”

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For the first day of camp, your outfit consisted of a tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You had dreamed of carrying the clipboard you now possessed. Along with the wooden whistle around your neck, you felt complete.

MJ pointed at a gray minivan parked in a long line of cars where parents were unpacking their kids, “Y/N, can you check them in?” You immediately nodded 

She remembered her training, all eight hours of it, and took a deep breath as she approached the family. The Dad was lugging things out of the trunk and the mom was rustling around with her triplets. 

“Good morning, campers! I’m Y/N” You greeted them with a wide smile, hands tight around your clipboard. The kids didn’t seem to care much about you but you could get used to that, not every child was gonna fall in love with you, “Hope you all are excited for the best three weeks of your year. Can I get the last name?”

“We’re the Nelson’s,” The woman muttered, clearly not excited to hear your chipper voice this early in the morning. She pointed to each child and named them off. 

You looked down the long list of names and easily found the three Nelson’s. You took a look at each boy, knowing you’d have to remember all of them, “There, found ya! Are these all of their things?”

The father nodded, three suitcases and several pool noodles on the ground, “You got a bellhop, Betty?” He spoke, clearly not bothered to know your name. 

You looked down, still trying to smile wide as you crossed off the names, “Uhm, if you carry your things over there, someone will be there to carry their things to their cabin. Someone will also be there to take the boys down by the lake and they can join in the welcome festivities. You guys can say goodbye there and that’s when your vacation begins, Mom and Dad.”

You expected a smile or a nod of approval but you got cold stares, “We want to make sure they get settled in and see where they will be living. You can’t expect us to say goodbye now.”

Your smile fell a little bit but you kept your composure, “Well, here at Camp Moonfall, we want to keep the goodbyes short. When you took the tour, you were able to see the campsite. It’s very safe. We just find it’s easier for kids to adjust without the big, emotional goodbyes. It helps the homesickness when you start the fun right away,” You thought your smile would somehow lift their spirits but it only crushed yours. 

“Could you stop smiling like an idiot? You’re an adult, aren’t you? They must be hiring the mentally incompetent here, Diane,” The father said to the mother. 

Your heart sank and your lips parted to say something but the words didn’t leave, “I’m going to that cabin, sweetheart. Do you know what it’s like to give birth to triplets? I spent nine months with these kids and you aren’t gonna rip them away from me. I was in labor for twenty hours!”

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just telling you the camp policy. We just find that it works best-”

The dad interrupted, mimicking your voice, “We just find that it works best. God, Diane, I told you this was a bad idea.”

“My mother said this would be a good experience for them!” The Mom yelled back at the husband, she held her boys closer to her, “The boys are not staying here. It seems like there’s something in the water here anyways …” The woman scowled at you. 

“I-I can g-get my supervisor-”

“And now she’s stuttering,” The father rolled his eyes, starting to grab their things and put them back in trouble, “Get in the car boys.”

How could your first time at this have gone so wrong? You clutched the clipboard to your chest, tears stinging your eyes. 

A second later you felt a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on, Y/N?” He looked at the family then back at you. 

You just shook your head. He could tell you were about to start bawling, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Go back to your Cabin and collect yourself,” You nodded and instantly walked away. 

You heard Peter talking to the family, hoping to solve the issue so that the boys didn’t miss out on camp because of their crazy parents.

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“I did it. I saved the triplets,” Peter entered the girl counselor’s cabin, a soft grin on his face. He saw where you were laying on your twin bed and sat down on the edge, “I might regret it later because the funny looking one with the mo-hawk looks like a biter.” 

You didn’t laugh, just pressed your face further into the pillow. Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. You felt him start to rub circles there and that level intimacy enticed you as much as it scared you.

“I suck,” You spoke but it came out muffled. 

“You don’t suck,” Peter insisted, “They sucked, hard,” That made you laugh. You turned your body to look at him and his hand moved to your waist, “You’re gonna have a good rest of the day. You’re gonna go swimming, eat hotdogs, and play way too many rounds of hide and seek. It’s gonna be awesome and you’re gonna have to perk up if you want to steal my title as everyone’s favorite counselor.”

You snorted, “Really? I recall Ned being everyone’s favorite last year.”

Peter faked a frown, “The man can make a mean s’ more.” 

Absentmindedly, your hand touched his and you moved it away quickly. Too quickly, “You’re right,” you coughed awkwardly, “Today will be good.”

Something clicked, you could see it in his eyes that something had shifted. 

“Do you want to come on a drive with me tonight, after everyone’s in bed. I have a view I want to show you.”

“Isn’t that not allowed?”

“I’m head counselor, Y/N. Plus, I’m Spiderman. Who’s gonna fire me?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, but we’re back before midnight.”

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For such a techy guy, Peter’s car was more run down than you expected, “What? She’s a passion project,” He said, touching the dash as if he believed the car was actually a person. 

Peter was right, you had a great day. The kids loved you and you even had one of Ned’s famous s' mores. You had a feeling the night might even get a little better. The way Peter was looking at you was how you’d always wanted to be looked at by someone. 

The car turned on onto a dirt road and it seemed you were on it for ten minutes before suddenly a valley opened up before you. Peter parked the car so the trunk was facing an amazing view. You got out of the rusty truck with your flashlight shining for extra light. You really didn’t need it because the moon was full and the stars were shining so bright.

They illuminated the valley and the beautiful mountain range in front of you, “Wow,” your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Peter looked at you as if you were the cutest thing in the world. 

“Just wait,” Peter opened up the back of the pick-up trunk and there laid a bunch of blankets and pillows. He kicked off his shoes, climbing in and setting the lantern down. He patted the spot beside him, “You can see the stars better if you lay down.”

You would’ve thought this idea was the most romantic thing in the world if you didn’t get so terrified at that moment. This was like … a date. At least, to her, these weren’t things normal friends did. Not when they held your waist and looked at you like that. 

You played with your fingernails, “Uhm..” Your voice trailed off. 

Peter had already laid down, expecting you to join him. He sat up on his elbows, “Y/N?”

You could do this. 

You climbed up into the truck, crawling beside him but leaving a few feet in between you. You let the small lantern keep you separated, “D-Did you only bring me here because of what happened earlier, Peter?”

You looked up at the stars and it was breathtaking.

“No,” Peter laughed nervously. “I just … It just made me realize something.”

“Realize what?”

You turned your head and realized he was already looking at you, “That I wanted to get to know you. You were still nice to those people even after they were so rude to you. It made me …” His voice trailed off and his eyes shut as if he didn’t want to admit what was next, “It made me want to protect you.”

Was this it? The magic you always wanted. 

“You don’t … y-you, don’t have to protect me, Peter.”

He laid his hand out and you surprise yourself when you pressed your hands to his, “But I want to,” He said. 

“I don’t know how to do things like this,” You admitted. 

“It’s okay, I can show you,” Peter said quickly, “Not that I’m super experienced either. But, as you can see, I’m pretty good at choosing romantic locations.”

You blushed and he interlaced your fingers. 

You laid there for a while, pointing out constellations and making jokes about the new ones you made up. 

“There, I found it!” Peter pointed up but there were so many stars that you couldn’t tell which one he was looking at. 

“What is it?”

“It’s you, can’t you see it?” You shook your head, leaning closer to him so you could try to see from his perspective. As you moved closer, Peter turned his head towards you, “Take my word for it, it’s as beautiful as you look right now.”

You looked at him too and you stared until Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Magic. This was magic. You weren’t sure how to move your lips but you just pressed yourself further into him. 

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you smiled, “Was that good?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” and he pressed his lips against yours again, his hand on your waist, “I’ve wanted to do that since last summer.”

You pulled away, “You’ve liked me for that long?” 

He tried to kiss you again, pulling your body into his, “Of course, you’re so beautiful … and innocent.” And naive, you thought. You didn’t want him to think of you as innocent. You didn’t want that to be the reason he liked you. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to create distance, “Peter, maybe we should go back now. What if someone notices we’re gone?” He held you tighter and your heart raced, “Peter, I-I think we’re moving too fast.”

“This is what people who like each other do, Y/N?” He buried his head into your neck and began to kiss the skin there, “You don’t like me?” His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. 

“P-Please, please, Peter,” You begged, struggling against him. He soon was on top of you and, as you tried to escape his grasps, he pinned your arms above your head. You screamed for help and Peter only frowned. 

“No one’s gonna hear you,” He sounded annoyed. Who was this boy above you? Was he always a wolf in sheep’s skin? All these years? 

“Peter, you saved me today,” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t do this.”

He held your legs down as he ripped off your shorts with ease, “White panties? I should’ve known,” This was what he wanted. To steal your innocence and to hold that title forever. He spread your legs with his own. 

His eyes hovered above your own, his eyes staring right into, “What do you think people will believe? This story or that an innocent little girl like you wanted to lose her virginity with the boy she’s always had a crush on. Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

You cried out but he shushed you by forcing his lips on you. You bit his lip and he pulled away, fuming and his grip on your wrist tightened, “We’re gonna have fun these three weeks,” He pulled off your panties next, stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your screams, “I’ll be gentle if you stop struggling, Y/N. I know it’s your first time.”

He positioned himself between your legs, pulling down his own shorts before feeling your sex with his fingers. He tested your reaction, watched you flinch as he stimulated that foreign part of your body, “I bet you haven’t even masturbated,” Peter growled, “Jesus.” He could probably finish just with the idea of you being so tight. 

He positioned himself at your entrance and you felt just how hard he was. You closed your eyes tight but they shot open as he slowly entered you. You struggled but that only made it worse. You were still, the pain ripping through your lower region. Tears were spilling out of your eyes. 

He didn’t need to hold you down anymore, his body was pressed against yours now and you felt too helpless to fight it anymore, “You’re gonna be mine, Y/N,” Peter whispered in your ear, tasting your tears with his tongue, “Only mine.”

As he rubbed your sensitive area and moved in and out, you hated that you were getting used to it. You hated that it was starting to feel pleasure. Peter noticed that you were getting wet and that only made him start to thrust his hips faster. 

Something began building in your core and you thought you might explode. Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid. You tightened around Peter’s member, milking his climax out of him as you did the same but against your will. Peter slammed his hand down beside your head, groaning loudly as he finished inside of you.

You were his for the rest of camp and you were not to tell anyone what happened. 

“This is gonna be such a good summer, Y/N.”

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(Requested) Hawks x reader

@chxcolxtemilk: Can I get an imagine with Hawks where the reader is his gf, and she got a BODY. She’s hourglass, slim thicc. Anyways. So during that intern arc where Bakugou and todoroki are like interning with Endeveour and it’s like a meeting and the work students are there and they all think reader fine af, but like mineta takes it overboard and hawks gets protective. Especially since readers hero costume shows off her curves please! Have a nice day ❤️

I read “slim thick” reader and my eyes went 👀👀👀-also sorry if this is a little wonky in the canon timeline cause my brain can’t function 😂😂

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⤷Word Count: 1200+ (?-Im just guessing here sidfnsdifiw)

⤷Warnings: Pervy Mineta, cursing, the usallllll

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Hawks stood in the back of the room, his arms crossed around his lean yet sturdy body, a smirk gracing his lips as he watched you speak with a loud welcoming voice to the newbies.

Hero schools across the nation were starting up their students for internships with hero agencies, and UA was no different. Countless teachers from that high school were shuffling their kids into agencies, and it was one of your duties to greet the students that were about to enter their internships for the other pros. It saved alot of time when one hero told the kids the do’s and don’ts of their internship, so you had sorta graciously took the role (you had lost a match of Rock Paper Scissors to Hawks and you were fuming).

Only you could make public speaking interesting to him-especially when you were in your hero suit (even if it sounded pretty perverted).

He couldnt help himself from letting his eyes wander around your frame- you were dating after all, it wasnt like you wouldnt want him to...but damn was that hero suit a blessing to his eyes. Whoever designed it, he wished he could perosnally thank them for making it so perfectly sexy on your frame.

 Your quirk relied on you to show a little more skin, as you needed to physically touch things in order to activate it. Which made it the perfect for Hawks (and others) to gawk at your curvacious figure- deep swoops on your chest, high cuts against your leg that showed off your hips, an expanse of the soft skin of your thigh….it was absolutely tantalizing to him and left his whole body throbbing every time he saw you in your suit.

Hawks felt his heart thump in his chest from the back of the room as he watched you bend down, apparently having dropped a piece of paper on the floor.

How you bent down gave the best view of your chest-the mounds pushed up so delciosuly he licked his lips from the sight- and then the nervous, innocent laugh you gave as you fiddled with your hair- god, you really just the most beautiful little birdie, werent you?

Hawks loveisck grin quickly melted away when he heard a slow whistle come from the seat in fornt of him- apparently somebody else found his little chickadee pretty too…

Immeidately Hawks felt his the feathers on his back ruffle- he usually wasnt protective at all, as long as  everyone knew that you were his and his only.

But oh, the moment he got a whiff of someone trying to flirt or be smitten with you-he immeidately did a 180, becoming fussy and dominant as he shielded you or sent the person a death glare behind a strained smile. 

“...could you imagine snuggling into her boobs? They must be so soft….” he heard a nasally, boyish voice whisper to his friend next to him, a few seats to his right.

Well-that was pretty fucking creepy.

Hawk’s head swiveled around, trying to find the voice. He was trying his best to not let his emotions do something rash-he didnt want to throw you off your task by doing something stupid. He was pretty known for his outgoing and filter-less peronality, so it was taking everything in him to just be calm for once, for your sake. Hawks quietly began to walk behind the seats of the kids, trying to find the owner of the voice.

“Ohhhh I would do anything for her if I could call her Mommy just once-”

The hell was this kid?! And how old was he to be making such nasty ass comments??

Hawks felt his cheeks flush, his eyes darting around, finaly landing on a student who seemed to be whispering to his friend with electric yellow hair.

He recognizied the kid with the bright hair- you had taken him on as a intern, his name was… Kalimari? Kanimari? 

He didnt quite remmeber, and frankly didnt really care that much as his eyes were trained on the kid next to him- he was so short, only his hair was visible from the seat- if you could it hair. Three balls of messy purple spheres were planted on his head as he leaned into the boy next to him.

“Hey Kaminari you think you wanna switch interns? Ill do anything, anything to just be next to her…”

“No way man!” the kid “Kaminari” whisiper yelled at him, “I landed a total babe as a intern, Im not loosing that-”

Hawks blinked a few times in complete shock- now this kid too! He knew you were a hit with the men (because hell he was a total fanboy before meeting you just because of how hot you were), but god he didnt realize you were popular with the teens too! It made sense, boys were pretty, well- interested- in women alot more at this age, but still- it bothered him how possessive he was getting because of these boys.

“Ahh please Denki!”

“Nah Mineta youre crazy!”

So his name was Mineta...Hawks leaned against the wall, his hands fidgeting as he tried to stay calm.

He might be petty enough to give a small call to his intern and see how he can make his life a little hellish….

Hawks drew his gaze back to you, hoping that maybe watching you speak will calm him down...but the kid wouldnt let up.

The whole time you were talking “Mineta” made every comment in the book, wondering “if you liked short guys”, “how big your butt was”, even asking if you had modeled lingerie….Hawks was pratically mortified for you.

Were all guys liked this? Cause god, if it was, he was going to have a problem...he felt his chest fluff out in dominance, his feathers pratically vibrating from agitation because of how possessive he was feeling and he couldnt do a single thing.

He watched you looked around the crowd, a soft radiant smile on your lips.

“Does anyone have any questions?” you asked as you peered up at the students.

Mineta instantly raised his hand, Hawks stomach churning with dread.

Unaware of the situation Hawks had just witnessed, you gave to boy a bright grin. 

“Yes?” you asked goodnaturedly.

Mineta sniffled, his voice nasally and somewhat desperate sounding. 

“Yeah I had a question- um, how big are you boo-”

Haha, nope.

Hawks instantly sent a bunch of feathers zooming towards Mineta, each one ramming into his open mouth. The force took over his frail body, the sight almost comical as his eyes grew wide with fear as he began to lean back, his pudgy hands flailing.

Hawks felt a small part of him inflate with dirty pride from his little trick, a lazy grin gracing his lips as everyone in the room turned around to watch him with complete shock.

“Sorry about that kiddos, had to just demonstrate somehting for you guys real quick...” Hawks looked down at you, your face blushing yet riddled with conufsion. He sent you a small smile, giving you a quick wink- “Ill tell you later” was written on his face as he turned his attention back to the students in fornt of him. 

“...when you intern with your heroes, show them some respect...cause words get around when you talk out of place-”

The Mineta kid turned around, sputtered coughs dribbling out of his mouth as he picked fluffs of feather off his tongue. His eyes widened as he turned around and realized what was going on, the #2 hero giving him the deadliest glare imaginable. 

Hawks could almost feel sympathy for the kid-almost. He must have realized who had shut him, after all, you two were dating (and Hawks had made sure that everyone knew that).

Hawks sauntered over, a dark grin wrapping against his complexion as he kneeled down to get to the kids level.

“I’d watch what you say, kid- my feathers can get sharper when I want them to,” 

A gulp could be heard from Mineta, his skin paling as the #2 hero, the one dating the pretty herione in front of him, had pretty much threatened him.

Yeah, he stayed quiet after that.

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"Do you want to be kidnapped too?"

If you have already seen it, it had to post again because a large part was gone

Preface: I wanted to write a little something different and so I came up with this story. Actually, I don’t think Jake and Mc would get that close so soon, but I still like it. And in the story the two know each other now longer than they actually know each other.

👑Attention: Sexual content! For those who don’t want to read it, I have marked the beginning and the end of the pact, you can just skip it. and I didn’t fully describe it. I think that was all haha, have fun or something

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You probably made the dumbest decision you’ll ever make. "Can I see your ticket?" the stewardess asks as you enter the plane. You were going to Duskwood. Okay, Duskwood doesn’t have an airport, but there’s one more city, and from the airport, you’ll take a taxi to Duskwood. The flight attendant gave you your ticket back and you could board the plane. You drop on your seat and put the backpack next to you, that’s all the luggage you had. Just a backpack with the most important things. Maybe you’re lucky and there’s no one sitting next to you so you can rest. I don’t think that many people want to fly that way. And you were right. When the plane was in the air, both seats next to you were still free. Your plan was to go from the airport to Duskwood and then go into the woods. You were just stressed and annoyed. Someone or who knows how many of these people lied to you. They’re hiding things from you, obstructing your search for Hannah. The biggest problem was Jake. You were torn by your feelings, and Jake confused you the most. Who was he? Was he lying to you? Is he hiding something from you? Did he have something with Hannah? The point makes you really angry and hurts you the most. That he didn’t finally tell you what happened between him and Hannah. How did they know each other and what connected them? Did Jessy tell you the truth? Or did she want to protect Hannah by saying that Hannah bought the bracelet from a pawn shop? What if it was Jake’s and Jessy was just trying to protect her friend? You were tired and at the end. Hannah was in the woods somewhere. And since no one dared to go there and certainly not go into the hut, you wanted to do that. The odds were 50-50. You were either lucky or unlucky. Either you find Hannah, or in the worst case scenario, you run into the kidnapper and you die. No one knew exactly what he was capable of. Either you’re lucky and you don’t meet the man with the face, or you’re out of luck and he’s in the house. However, you were also afraid that Hannah might be there, but she’s no longer alive. Yeah, okay, it didn’t really look good to you, but that didn’t matter. You’re on your way and you’ve made up your mind. And if you’ve made a decision, you can handle it. Besides, how would the kidnapper know that the person who has to fly four hours to get to Duskwood would go into the woods today. It’s just 8:00 in the morning. After you decided to go to Duskwood, you immediately bought a ticket for the next flight and packed your things. And now you’d be landing in 20 minutes. Most of the time you were just listening to music or playing on your phone. Briefly you thought about renting a car for the time here but then you decided for a taxi. Your whole trip was so spontaneous you didn’t rent a hotel or anything. It was quite early, and you're sure there will be a room available at Miss Walter’s motel. So, since you haven’t had anything to put your backpack down yet, quickly find a taxi and let yourself be driven to the official entrance of the forest in Duskwood. The trip lasted half an hour. The weather was actually quite nice, the sun was shining and it was quite warm.

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"Well, then I’ll get 40 euros from you," says the taxi driver. You give him 45 and tell him to keep the rest. "Thank you and take care of yourself, Duskwood is damn creepy," the taxi driver explains through the open window. Before you had a chance to ask him what he meant, he had already left. Now you stood in front of the forest. Straight to the official path with a giant shield. "Welcome to Duskwood’s Woods" is on the sign. "That sounds shitty," you mumble to yourself. There really didn’t seem to be anyone far and wide. No car, no people, not even an animal. Take a deep breath and go. Thanks to the map that Jake created for you, you knew about where you had to go. And so you now walk alone and insulted through the forest. You didn’t know why you were insulted. Your emotions just went crazy right now. Again and again you kick away stones or branches that lie in your way. "This is no fun" you mumble to yourself. When you suddenly hear a loud crack behind you, you immediately turn around. However, you can’t see anything, no animal and no human. You look around in all directions but couldn’t see anything, so you keep walking through the forest. But this time with the feeling that someone is following you. The path was now divided into three parts. And there was a sign on every road where it led. The reight path caught your attention. "House of the Capuchin" you read quietly. That was it! You had previously looked for it on the Internet and fortunately also found it. So you turn right and walked the slant down until suddenly you hear a loud crack. "Hello? I have pepper spray and I will use it you asshole" you shout loudly. If there was someone chasing you, it wouldn’t make anything better. Maybe you’re lucky and it was just a hiker. However, you didn’t get an answer and you couldn’t see anyone. Only trees and bushes. You turn around again so that you can continue walking as one hand grabs you by the upper arm and whirls around. There’s a man standing in front of you, a piece taller than you, dressed all black. The hood of his sweater is pulled deep into his face so you can’t recognize him. Before you could scream, a hand was pressed on your mouth. "Don’t scream, it’s me, Jake!" you hear him hissing. You open your eyes in amazement and wait for him to take his hand away. This he did now but you had no time to answer because he spoke directly further. "What do you think you’re fucking doing here?" he sounded very angry. Angry is still an understatement. He sounded like he had to hold back to not yell at you. "I’m looking for Hannah," you answer immediately. "How did you get the idea? Do you know how dangerous this is? Nobody should go to the forest!" He was not finished talking but was interrupted by a crack of a branch. Wheezing, Jake takes you by the hand and immediately pulls you out of the forest behind him. In the parking lot in front of the forest is a black SUV parked a little off. "How did you come up with such an idea? Are you crazy? Do you want to be kidnapped too?" he growls angrily. He unlocks the car and suggests you sit in. When you sit in the passenger seat, he turns the child lock on at your door. You look at him without understanding. "Do you think I’m jumping out of the car or why?" you ask and raise an eyebrow. Without a word, he closes the door and goes to the driver’s side to get in. "We’re going to the motel and you can explain to me what your plan was," he explains. The drive to the motel was quiet and tense. You feel guilty about this. He was probably right, and your plan was stupid. When you stop at a traffic light you see a car driving past you on the other side of the street. You pull your head around and smile. "Who was that?" asks Jake, watching you. "Jessy" you explain cheerfully. Jake looks at you skeptically. "You seem to really like her," he mumbles. "Yes, she has become a really good friend," you answer. He’s just nodding his head. 10 minutes later you arrived at the motel. Since you can’t get out on your own because of the parental controls, Jake has to open the door for you. "Come on, I already booked a room," he explains, taking your hand, probably to make you go faster. You’re both entering the motel lobby. You look around and you discover a young woman with blond hair standing behind the counter. Of course you recognize her right away, it’s Lilly. Provocatively you grin and wave to her. "Hallooo" you giggle when she finally recognized you. "Stop it," Jake murmurs next to you, though, he also has a little grin on his face. "Stop," Lilly suddenly says, coming towards you. "If only one person books a room, no second person is allowed in the room," she explains to you both bitchy. "Oh, that’s no problem, I booked a double room," Jake answers, and just keeps pulling you away from Lilly. You can’t stop and look again at Hannah’s sister to stretch out your tongue. "See you" you whistle contentedly because of her evil expression. She stomps furiously with her foot on the ground. This thing between you two would turn into a really big fight, but you didn’t have a problem with it. You love fighting with someone like Lilly. Jake stops at a door and pulls you into the room. It was actually a room with a double bed. Are you sleeping with him in this room or getting a own room? After he said that to Lilly, it sounds more like you two sharing a room. You put your backpack on the floor and look around the room but avoid Jake’s look. You’re feeling like a kid who did something naughty and is now getting trouble from daddy. Okay, wait, wrong thoughts. You can’t disguise yourself with a giggle about your thoughts, which is why Jake looks at you questioningly. "uh nothing, all right," you answer quickly. Wrong thoughts in the wrong situation. Jake’s breathing out hard. "What were you thinking?" he asks angrily. "Jake, I don’t know, okay? I was pissed off and hurt, which is also something new for me.I come into a group with strange people. I’m supposed to help save a strange girl from her kidnapper. The psycho imitates a legend and no one knows what he might still do. I’m being lied to, and I don’t even know who or how many people are lying to me. I have no control over the situation and no one knows what will happen. No one dares to go into the woods! Someone has to do it so I wanted to. I was accused of kidnapping a girl and even killing a girl. There are still people writing to me saying I killed someone and kidnapped Hannah. And I don’t even know what’s going on with you and Hannah or how you know each other, and why you care so much about finding her. Sure you don’t just ignore that when someone gets kidnapped and you see it, but the way you’re looking for her makes me think I don’t know something very important about you two. I’m not supposed to trust anyone and still save a stranger’s life. But tell me how to do that if one of the two most important people you and I are doesn’t tell me everything I need to know. And if Hannah is in this house, maybe I could have helped her right now. I trust Jessy and Richy, too.

I’m careful with Cleo, but she seems normal to me too, except her urge to break in somewhere.  Thomas is fucking weird and I don’t trust him. His girlfriend is gone but he behaves like a little child. Dan is just Dan and generally not quite normal but not a bad guy. I don’t need to start with Lilly. And then there’s this guy who tells me to search Hannah’s cloud and send him everything I can find. 

And I like the guy more than I should because I don’t really know him, I know almost nothing about him. I trust him but I don’t even know if the name is the real name and if he really means it what he tells me. Don’t get it wrong, I trust you in a twisted way, but still, you could be the kidnapper, and I wouldn’t have a clue. When you asked me if I was influenced by any feelings, I said 'no ' but I’m afraid that I’m being influenced by my feelings for you." Wow, saying all this wasn’t really your plan. Everything just came out of you. You were pissed, hurt and overwhelmed. "And actually, it’s not even my way of just doing everything someone tells me. I actually do the exact opposite, but then you come and say something and I dare not reject anything because I like you and do not want to make you angry. It annoys me but I just can’t change it" So you end your little speech where you’ve been walking up and down the room all the time. Jake was just watching you the whole time and listening to you. Desperately you stop and look him in the eye. "Say something," you hiss mad. "Okay" he replies and remains calm again. "How okay? Just okay?" you ask hysterically and stroke through your hair. "Yes okay, just okay, that was the explanation I wanted, that it was stupid to go into the woods I probably don’t have to repeat again" You look at him with big eyes. "Actually, you would try to take away the other person’s fears," you explain. "But I just can’t do that," he mumbles. "You could tell me about Hannah and you? And first of all, you really want to find her, and then when I go into the woods, it’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be glad someone wants to do it?" you ask him skeptically. Jake sighs. "Yeah, actually, you’re right, but Hannah was kidnapped, you’re still here, free, and you’re feeling good. I can’t change Hannah’s disappearance right now, but I can make sure nothing happens to you. Even if I want to find Hannah, it’s more important to me that you’re okay. And it is more important to me that you do not put yourself in danger so that I will lose you too," he explains in a harsh voice and comes to you. He’s standing very close. His eyes seek your gaze. But you were afraid to look him in the eye, and you were speechless by his words. You feel the tingling in your stomach begin and your breathing is harder. His smell is pulling into your nose and goosebumps are spreading on your arms. "Oh no no no no" you mumble and quickly walk away from him. "That’s what I mean! You say something and immediately I forget everything and my mind disappears but that’s dangerous for me because I don’t know if you’re lying to me or just using me for something. I like you too much, and I let myself be influenced by you, and then I can’t think clearly." You talk very fast. "Maybe you laugh at me inside that I’m so stupid and just trust you and in the end I’m the one who has all the problems. I know what you meant when you said it was too dangerous, "Again, you run frantically through the room. You’re thinking of scenarios you didn’t really want to think about. "(Your name) stop," Jake mumbles. "No, I can’t do that. I’m not supposed to trust you blindly either, I have to think about myself. I’m important but I don’t know why. I don’t really know you, but trust you, maybe that’s why I’m missing an important detail" It was stupid to tell him all this because if he really didn’t tell you something, he knew all your thoughts now. You were suddenly totally skeptical about everything and no longer knew what to do. "Hold it right there" "No, I can’t listen to everything blindly, I have to stay neutral, it’s dangerous." That’s all you could talk about because Jake suddenly reaches for your shirt and pulls you towards him. Before you could react, his lips were already on yours. In the first few seconds you were much too shocked to realize it. But when suddenly your heart was beating wildly and your whole body was tingling, it was all around you. You put your arms around his neck and tighten him up. For minutes you just stand there kissing each other. And it’s probably the best moment of your life. In between, you pulled the hood off his head to caress through his hair. His left arm was around your waist to pull you closer to him, his right hand was in your neck. You leave each other breathless and Jake leans his forehead against yours. "I understand it’s all hard for you but you should know me so well by now that you know exactly that I wouldn’t just kiss you if I didn’t feel something for you. It’s hard for both of us, but you have to believe me when I tell you that Hannah and I are just friends and you just don’t get out of my head," he whispers to you. "Shit, man, it’s happening again," you whisper. Jake understands you’re talking about influencing and starts smiling. "I mean it, I would never do anything that would hurt you, but you snuck into my mind too much," he breathes. You can’t hold you back and put your lips back on his. When you split up again, you drop on the bed sitting down. Jake’s sitting next to you. In short, it’s quiet and you’re both probably thinking about the kiss and what it means. "You know we’re getting to know the others sooner than we planned. Actually, I never intended to show myself to any of them, "he murmurs. True, Lilly had seen you both, the others probably already knew you were in Duskwood. If you looked at your phone, you’d probably have a thousand messages, and you’d feel guilty about Jake. Because of you he was now also in Duskwood."I’m sorry" you whispered. "It’s okay, I got my problems so far under control that I have more freedom again. And if, after all, we might have gotten to know each other better, I would have known the other people, too. I don’t think you can ever be separated from each other again." But it was clear you wouldn’t be seeing anyone today. "How did you even know where I was?" you ask. "I didn’t have much time to answer but I still saw that you bought a plane ticket. And then I had to come here myself, I couldn’t have told one of the others to stop you going into the woods. The others would not have stopped you but would have gone with you, and then everyone would have been in danger" Yeah, that made sense. "Sorry I was so stupid" "Just promise me, you not to sneak out tonight and run into the woods," he looks skeptical at you. You grin and promise him. "We need something to eat," he suddenly throws into the room. "Well, I have something sweet lying next to me" You look serious at him. Immediately his face turns red and he looks at the ceiling. You start laughing and watching him twist his eyes. After you calm down, you jump up. "Come on," . "Where do you want to go?" he asks confused. "Going to buy something to eat?" you answer in the same confused way. "Actually, that’s not a good idea, but I guess there’s no other way," he mumbles and stands up. Luckily, you leave the motel together without meeting Lilly. In the car, Jake searches the internet for the next shop before you go. Now you notice how dressed you are. You two are wearing black jeans and a black sweater. There’s something on his back, but you couldn’t see it yet.

- Five minutes later, Jake parks in front of a store and you get out. Together they head towards the entrance. "Oh shit," you whisper and pull your hood over your head. Since Jake does not react but just looks at you you pull his hood over his head. "Cleo’s just coming out of the store, coming straight at us," you mumble and carefully look at her. "What are we going to do now? She’ll recognize us, that’s clear, we’re not exactly inconspicuous," Jake asks softly and overwhelmed. Evenetuell you take advantage of the situation easily but that was the best idea you came up with. No one would stare at a couple kissing. So you grab Jake’s neck with your arm and you pull his head down to you and you press your lips on his. This time he was the person who needed a moment to understand the situation. Shortly after that you separate your lips from his and look around you inconspicuously. Cleo is no longer to be seen and relieved you breathe. Neither of you were ready to meet any of them. With red cheeks, Jake looks at you. "Um, that was so Cleo wouldn’t recognize us, no one stares at a kissing couple" nervously you laugh up. "Yeah, sure, just because of Cleo," he doesn’t believe you, but you don’t either. He’s smiling at you. When you’re sure there’s really no one left, you go to the store.

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Three hours later, you were on the bed in the motel watching Jake doing something on his laptop. It looked to you like he was hacking the NSA, but for him, it was probably everyday life. "What are you doing?" you ask him. "I’m deciphering a code," he mumbles with concentration. "Is that important?" you look at him innocently as he also looks at you. "Well, somehow," he didn’t sound very convincing. "Can you do that tomorrow?" "So, I - I don’t know" You wanted to spend time with him. "Does it have anything to do with Hannah?" "No" "With your pursuers?" He shakes his head. "Will you come to me?" Nervous, he looks at you. "And then?" his cheeks turn red again. "I don’t know," you’re hoarse. You wanted to kiss him, touch him, be close to him. He was suddenly just there and you wanted to be with him so much it almost hurt. He saw only three meters away from you and was so close to you. He saved you and put himself in danger. "Uh, I don’t know" Jake nervously scratched his neck. "Please" you breathe. He closed his eyes briefly and seemed to think twice. He turns back to the computer, and you thought he’d leave you here disappointed and ashamed. But then he typed in a few things and closed the program. In the chair, he turned to you and looked at you. "I think there’s still time tomorrow," he mumbles. You nod at him carefully. "And now?" he asks softly. "We could uhm.. talk?" Your whole body started to tingle and the mood seemed tense. Now Jake got up and came up to you to sit next to you. "Is everything okay?" he asks calmly. Quickly you nod to him. "Yes, yes, everything okay" "Do you want something from me?" he suddenly asks. Surprised, you look at him. Your cheeks turn red and you look away from him. For a moment, it stays quiet between you. Then you look back at him and see his intense gaze. Small electric shocks run through your body. Jake’s look wanders from your eyes to your lips. "Will you kiss me now?" you whisper in silence. "Do you want that?" he asks cautiously. "Was the question irony?" You sit cross-legged on the bed and look at him. As you sit directly at the edge of the bed, he comes up to you and kneels with one leg on the bed the second leg stands on the floor and gives him support. His hands lie on your cheeks, and he presses his lips on yours. At the beginning the kiss was still cautious but then becomes more and more passionate.

-The part of a hot time lol skip if you don’t want to read it-👑

His tongue touches your lips and you intensify the kiss even more. Actually, you didn’t expect Jake to be so open and not shy about this, but you were wrong. You were more shy than him and probably more excited. Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid of a heart attack. Your whole body tingles as it gently presses you back to the bed and leans over you without ending your kiss. Your hands reach into his hair and pull him even closer to you. His right hand was on your hip. Slowly and always waiting for your reaction if it is okay for you, he pulled up the fabric of your sweater a bit and drove his hand under your top. Since you don’t keep him from it, it enjoys stroking his hand over your skin. The parts he touched were heated automatically. He loosens his lips from yours and you can only hear your quick breathing. "What are we doing here?" he asks softly. "I don’t know, but I know I don’t want to stop" shyly you look up at him "But I don’t know if this is such a good idea in the direction it is going" "Jake, our lives are made up of these moments right now, and more will follow" You’re stroking through his hair. Happily, he sighs. "You’re right," and with those words he kisses you again. His kisses wander over your cheek to your neck. His tongue runs over your skin and you gasp. You feel his lips deform into a grin. With more courage now your hand moves under his sweater and with your palm you touch over his stomach where you could feel light muscle. With your hands you push his sweater further up. His lips leave your neck and he stands up briefly. Carefully and slowly, you take off his sweater. When he landed on the ground, your eyes fall on his upper body. As you could just feel, there were slight muscles on his stomach and chest. But more exciting were the tattoos that occasionally pulled over his upper body. Fascinated, you follow the line of tattoos with your finger. "Why are you looking like that?" he asks softly. "I didn’t expect you to have that many tattoos," you mumbled and looked at him. When you meet his look it grabs you and you kneel before him to kiss him again. Carefully he pulls you on his lap and his hands lie under your sweater on your hips. Always a little further up he pushes your sweater up. You release your lips from his and raise your arms up to show him it’s okay if he takes off your top. When your sweater lands on the floor, he puts its arms around your upper body and pushes you back onto the mattress. He lies above you and immediately begins to kiss your neck again. From your neck to your collarbone to your base of your breasts. You pull his head back up to you so you can kiss him again. You grab into his hair, which makes him growl. His fingers reach down over your neck and your chest to your jeans. He cleverly opens the button and the zipper. Again he waits a short moment if you would stop him, but again you don’t. "Jake don’t worry, I would have stopped you long ago if I didn’t want to," you whisper. Instead, he sat up again and slowly pulled the jeans off your legs. And he looked right in your eye, which made you swallow. It wasn’t your first time, and certainly not Jake’s, but it was kind of different. You were pretty sure you were never so sure about anything like this. And that made it even more beautiful. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?" he breathes and presses his defining lips against yours this time. He’s between your legs, pressing his pelvis against yours, making you gasp. His fingers run over your belly and streaks along the waistband of your underpants. Your breathing is starting to shake. Jake looks you right in the eye as he walks his hand into your underwear. You want to kiss him but he won’t let you and just keep looking at you. Watch you twist your eyes because of him, watch your breathing speed up, claw into his arm. Hear your breath and how you mumble out of context. You pull him up a little too rough to be able to kiss him again. Your hand brushes down from his shoulder over his upper body. It’s your turn this time. Carefully loosen the belt he is wearing and then the opening of his jeans. He finally takes these off. Gradually, the rest of the clothes you two still had on, fall down on the floor. Jake leans over you and reaches for your right hand and twists your fingers together, pushing them over your head into the pillows. Your other hand is on his neck. The special thing about Jake was that he treated you like the most beautiful thing in the world. That he cares about you and your desires. How he considers his and your desires and always looks at how you react. It makes him so proud that you seem to feel so good about him. It makes him proud that he was the man you wanted, that he could be with you in this room, that he could make you feel good. That you gave yourself to him.

--here you can read on--👑

Those feelings between you were strong. None of you could describe exactly what it was. It wasn’t just a desire, Or a little exciting between you. There was more, much more than you could describe. Again and again you were about to tell him that you loved him but you were unsure if this was not too soon. But it felt that way to you. The circumstances in which you met were so special that it wasn’t just a simple bond between you. It’s a lot more than that. Actually, you don’t believe in that, but it felt like he was the only one you ever wanted. But Jake didn’t feel any different. He was more scared, and he was more at stake, but he felt better with you than anywhere else. It was very unusual for him but since you were there he felt much happier. It’s the middle of the night and you talk about everything. You laugh a lot and get along really well. You lie on his chest and drive him with one hand through the hair while he tells you everything he has experienced through his "job". Hackers have a pretty exciting life, you notice. After a while, you just lie in bed together and think about something. Well, what Jake thinks you don’t know, but you’re wondering what’s between you two. You want his opinion, but you’re kind of afraid of his answer. One thing you knew, you wanted to be with him, you didn’t want to be another second without him. Your conversations make you realize how much you like him. Why you want to lie? You had met and he immediately crept into your heart and took every single part of it completely. So you took all your courage and you took a deep breath. "Jake? What is this between us?" The room was completely dark and you weren’t even sure if he was asleep. When you realize he pulls you closer and hides his head in your neck bend, you know he’s still awake. "I don’t know, but I know you mean more to me than anything else"

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I hope you enjoyed it, I might want to do a second part but I’m not sure yet.

Bye 👉🏻👈🏻🌹🎭

[kumiwrites]

always have, always will

Sero Hanta doesn’t know a life without you by his side. For as long as he can remember, you’ve always been there. You’ve always been his person—always have, always will.

Or so he thought.

Pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader Prompt: Relationship firsts Genre: Fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers Warning(s): None Word count: 2937 A/N: This is my fic for the first BNHA Hangout SFW collab! It was fun writing for Sero (though this fic ended up merging with a different Sero piece I was working on because at one point I was writing into the wrong doc and it just ended up meshing haha). I hope you enjoy, and check out the other fics in the collab here!

Sero Hanta was a straightforward kid.

He liked watching anime, terrorizing the neighbourhood with his school friends, and collecting hero action figures. He also liked spending time with his new neighbour: you.

When you moved in next door, Sero had gone over with his parents to say hello, and to bring by a basket of fresh oranges. The adults had chattered away, introducing themselves and talking about the nearby elementary school, but Sero was focused on the small girl standing behind her mother’s legs with her head peeking out.

“Hi, I’m Hanta,” he introduced himself, walking up to you and holding out a hand.

Almost immediately, you brightened up, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “I’m [Name]!”

“Let’s be friends!”

Sero had no idea what he was getting himself into.

He wasn’t expecting you to be as much of a handful as you ended up being, considering you were both only five. He could keep up with you, but just barely. You were like a wild child with zero fears, and you dove headfirst into anything and everything. Sero had to reel you in when you got too crazy (jumping off a bridge into the river is crazy, isn’t it?), but for the most part, he liked joining you on your adventures.

His mom laughed at him whenever he came home covered in scrapes and bruises, asking if he had a good day with you. Before you, he’d never come home this exhausted or beaten up, but ever since you showed up, Sero fell asleep as soon as he cleaned up, and would be out cold until his mom woke him up for dinner.

Whenever you came over for dinners, the two of you would run around the house like untameable animals, chasing one another in a game of tag until you fell asleep on the floor next to each other. Sometimes Sero wouldn’t even notice how blistering hot it was because he was too busy having fun.

Sero loved the summertime with you.

Starting school with you was something Sero was excited for.

What he didn’t realize would be an issue was how everyone wanted to be friends with the new girl that had a cool quirk, and that nobody was running to befriend the kid with big elbows. You were pulled in every direction but his.

“It’s like she doesn’t have time for me,” Sero huffed as he helped his mom take plates to the dinner table.

“You know, Hanta,” his mom chided, ruffling his hair, “it sounds like you’re jealous of [Name]-chan’s new friends.”

He puffed his cheeks out, crossing his arms as he set the plates on the table. There was still a bit of time left before dinner would be finished, so his mom sent him off to play a bit more.

The doorbell rang then, and he wondered who would be visiting at dinnertime.

“Ah, [Last Name]-san!” Sero’s mom exclaimed when she opened the door. “[Name]-chan!”

“Sorry to bother you, Sero-san,” your mom bowed, her hands on your shoulders. “There’s a work emergency at my agency, and [Name]’s dad has a night shift so he can’t watch her. Would we be able to leave her with you for the night?”

“Of course!” Sero’s mom responded, beaming down at you as your mom gives her another bow. “We’re about to have dinner, if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Thank you so much, you’re an absolute lifesaver!” she turned to you, giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Be good to Sero-san, [Name]. We’ll see you soon!”

You nodded, kissing your mom on the cheek and waving to her as she broke out into a sprint towards her hero agency. “Thank you for having me,” you said softly.

“Come in, [Name]-chan,” Sero’s mom ushered you inside, her hand on your head as Sero peeked his head out from the top of the staircase. “Hanta, can you show [Name]-chan to your room? We can put out a futon for her there.”

He waved to you, watching as you kicked off your shoes and ran up the stairs to him. He led you to his room, watching as you put your backpack down by the door.

“Do you want to play with my All Might figurines?” he asked, and you nodded, taking a seat on the floor in the middle of the room as he pulled two of the figures down from his shelf. He watched the tears well up in your eyes, and he paused, wondering why you were crying when he was about to share his best All Mights with you.

“Mommy didn’t want to leave me alone,” you pouted, cheeks puffed out. “I wish she and Daddy didn’t have to leave all the time, but they’re doing important hero things.”

Sero didn’t know what else to do other than sit down next to you and (hesitantly) hold out his favourite All Might action figure to you. “You can come play when they have to leave.”

You swiped at your eyes for a moment before taking the figure from him. “Okay.”

Sero realized he didn’t mind you making new friends, as long as he still got to play with you like this.

“Hanta,” you called after him, umbrella in hand. It started raining in the middle of the day, and you knew he didn’t bring one with him. “Let’s walk home together.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, taking the umbrella from you and holding it up between you. You bumped your head against his shoulder, returning his grin as the two of you set off for home.

“W-wait! [Last Name]-chan!”

The two of you turn to look at the boy from your class that called to you. Sero had been split up from you this year, having ended up in a different class, so he didn’t know who the guy was.

“Can… can we talk for a minute?”

You gave Sero an apologetic look. “I’ll be right back, yeah?”

He had an uneasy feeling as he nodded, watching as you ran towards the building and followed the classmate in. He scrolled through his phone as he waited patiently for you.

When you returned, your cheeks were pink and you were a little flustered. Your classmate was nowhere to be found, and you looped your arm through Sero’s as you tugged him forward.

“What happened?” he asked.

Your blush intensified. “He confessed to me.”

Sero felt his heart drop but forced a smile. What would he do if you started dating that guy? “Oh? What did you say, Ms. Popular?”

You jabbed a finger into his elbow, earning you a pained groan. “Shut up, Hanta. I turned him down.”

He didn’t press the issue, which you appreciated as you tried to keep your heart from snapping your ribcage apart with how hard it was still pounding. Takashi was a nice guy that you spoke to from time to time, but other than friendly interactions in class, you hadn’t really noticed him much. His confession came as a surprise, and you had gently turned him down.

“Are you dating Sero-san?” he had asked, hands fisted at his sides as you shook your head.

“Hanta is my best friend,” you said softly, cheeks pink as Takashi gave you a small smile.

“He doesn’t know how you feel, then?”

You had sputtered, completely flustered as Takashi laughed warmly.

“He’s a lucky guy.”

You didn’t get the chance to take the U.A. entrance exam with Sero, as students from the same middle school were placed in different testing areas. The goal was to immobilize the villains, which should’ve come easy to Sero with his Tape Quirk. Thankfully, you found it wasn’t too difficult for you either. The two of you had recounted your exams in great detail to one another, and you were both confident in the other’s performance.

When the letter came in the mail the week after, you hadn’t even opened it before running to Sero’s house, your body tingling with excitement.

“Did you—”

“No—”

“Let’s open it together—”

“Come—”

The two of you were complete messes as you sprinted to his room, plopping onto the floor in front of one another as you both took a deep breath and opened the envelope.

A small disk fell out of the envelope, and a projection came up of All Might.

Tears sprung to your eyes, and you threw yourself into Sero, arms wrapped around his neck as he fell onto his back. The same disk had come out of his own envelope, and the two All Mights were speaking over one another incoherently as you rubbed your cheek against Sero’s.

“We’re going to U.A.!”

“So are you and [Last Name] a thing, Sero?”

He nearly choked on his drink, sputtering as his eyes darted around the table for you. Luckily, you were still in line for soba with Todoroki.

“W-why would you ask me that?”

Ashido grinned, her chin propped up in her hand as she leaned across the table. “We see the way you look at her.”

“You’re not slick, dude,” Kaminari added, slurping his juice box. “When she walks by, you’re practically ogling her.”

“N-no—”

“I don’t blame you, Sero. Those legs,” Kaminari continued, letting out a low whistle.

Before Sero could smack Kaminari across the back of his head, Ashido kicked him from under the table. “Shut up, Kaminari.”

“Hey,” you interrupted, sliding your tray onto the table next to Sero as he scooted his chair over. “Sorry that took so long, Todoroki’s order took forever.”

Sero hummed. “No worries.”

You saw the way he eyed your food and grinned, waving it in front of him tauntingly. “Want some, Hanta?”

He grinned, his chopsticks scooping up a mouthful of noodles before you could really even react.

You knocked on Sero’s door, opening it when you heard a soft ‘come in’ from the other side.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, head hanging over the edge of his bed as he scrolled through his phone.

You shook your head, gently closing the door behind you as you took a seat on the floor next to his bed. You gently bumped your head against his, your cheek rubbing his as he laughed softly. His hand came to cup your other cheek, squishing it gently.

“Want to watch a movie?”

You hummed softly, nodding as he grinned. He blew a raspberry against your cheek, earning him a laugh from you as he flipped himself upright. You watched as he grabbed his laptop from the desk and plopped down next to you on the floor, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed in his password and pulled up a streaming site.

“Any requests?” he asked, nudging you. You shook your head, resting your chin on his shoulder as he scrolled through the list mindlessly. He laughed softly when you blew a huff of air into his hair, tickling his face—a signal for him to speed up his pick.

He settled for a romantic comedy, setting his laptop down on the floor. When he leaned back, you settled in next to him with your arm looped through his, your fingers tracing along his elbows as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Hanta,” you whispered, lacing your fingers through his lazily as he turned his head to you. “I love you.”

His heart seized. “Love you too,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. Every so often, you’d say it to him out of the blue, catching him off-guard. But he’d always taken it as a platonic, ‘you’re my friend for life’ type of love.

“Not just as my best friend,” you murmured, lifting your head to stare him down. “Hanta, I love you.”

Huh?

“I’ve confessed to you like, twenty times in the last three years alone,” you whined, a pout on your lips as you watched him turn to face you. “And every time, you think I’m saying it as just friends.”

There was absolutely no way that Sero’s jaw wasn’t on the floor right then and there. He gaped at you, eyes wide and cheeks pink. It took you snapping your fingers in his face a few times to bring him back to his senses, and even then he was still a sputtering mess.

How many years had he fantasized about this? Dreamed of you? Wondered what it would feel like if you loved him too? It felt like all his years of pining, of yearning, were finally paying off, and he scrambles to compose himself enough to give you an answer.

“I love you too,” he whispered, fingers shaking a little as he reached for your hand. He laced his fingers through yours, like he’d done a million times before, and yet it felt as if it was infinitely different this time around. “Always have, always will.”

Everyone says that being with someone you love is like being on cloud nine. What they don’t tell you, is that sometimes it doesn’t work out the way you want it to, and sometimes it ends.

Somewhere along the way, the words became emptier, and the kisses you shared became dull. Your minds were both a million miles away half the time, focused so heavily on school and your internships, and the other half neither of you could find the words to fill the heavy silence that seemed to always hang over you.

What was once your beautiful, bright friendship slowly transformed into something else—something heavier and emptier than it was before.

“Hanta,” you began, coming to a stop next to him as the two of you leisurely made your way back to the dorms. You had met up at the end of your internships to get dinner together, which had passed uneventfully.

“What’s up, [Name]?”

He watched you take a deep breath, eyes closed for a moment before you opened them and looked straight at him. It sent a chill down his spine, and all of a sudden, he felt a little queasy.

“I think we should break up.”

There were those six words, the words that anyone in a seemingly happy relationship dreaded hearing out of the blue. But for you, it wasn’t out of the blue—everything that the two of you had loved doing together, everything that had taken on a new colour, a new meaning, when you first started dating had slowly become grey and dreary over the last year.

Sero couldn’t really pinpoint when or why it happened, but it did. And it made him sad to think that after all these years with you—after pining after you for so long—the two of you didn’t work as a couple.

“Alright then,” he replied softly, watching as you gave him a sad smile and tippy-toed to reach his face. Your hand was soft against his cheek when you pulled him down for one last kiss, and he couldn’t help the way he wrapped his arms around you as he kissed you back. When you pulled away, he couldn’t help the tears that clouded his vision, despite how desperately he tried to will them away. “I guess this is it, then.”

“I still want to be friends,” you said quietly, as if it were a consolation prize. “I still want to be your best friend.”

But unluckily for Sero, that wasn’t the way it went.

Watching the girl he’d loved his entire life fall in love with someone else was quite the experience.

It started slowly, with you hanging out with him less and less. You stopped answering your texts quickly, and eventually just forgot to respond altogether most days. Sero no longer studied with you, or ate lunch with you, or got to spend nights in your room watching dumb movies together, and it felt like losing a limb. He’d think that it was still there sometimes from how easily he could maneuver through his life, but then when something happened and he tried to turn to you, you were gone. A phantom limb.

One day, Kirishima let it slip that he had seen you out on a date with Todoroki Shouto, and Sero felt his heart snap in half. He wasn’t necessarily an insecure person, but hearing you’d moved onto the Prince of 2-A himself just… it took the cake, to be frank.

Sometimes, relationships just didn’t work out. Sero just never thought that he would be on the receiving end of that misfortune.

Sero still thought of you a lot.

He couldn’t help it; it was an instinct that formed over years of close friendship, and it was infinitely more difficult to get rid of. Whenever he saw something that reminded him of you, his first response was almost always pulling out his phone to snap a photo to send to you, until he pulled up your contact card and remembered that the two of you don’t talk much anymore.

It didn’t hurt as much anymore—it was like a dull ache, less pronounced than the sharp pain it once was. Sometimes Sero forgot about it completely, and other times it came crashing down on him like an intrusive thought—an unwelcomed guest that made its home in his heart—that refused to go away.

People say that the first heartbreak is the hardest. Sero now knew that it wasn’t necessarily the heartbreak itself that hurt the most, but rather everything that came after. He was always looking for you, even though he didn’t want to—even if he didn’t realize he was.

He always had, and always will.

[m-y-fandoms]

Erwin’s Niece - Eren Jeager x female reader - Part 1

To introduce a new fandom to this blog, I will start with some Attack on Titan stuff I wrote long ago but couldn’t post here because this was a Danganronpa only blog.

Female Reader - Season 1 Eren - After Trost - SFW 

- Admin Myah

     "FORWARD!!"

     The loud roar of the commander still rang in your ears and gave you a sense of duty and confidence for your first mission beyond the walls. An hour had passed since then, and so far, all had gone according to plan. Flares shot up on all sides around your group, signaling for your uncle to lead you all in a different direction.

     On the horizon you saw an array of dark green trees forming the line of a dense forest. Anxiety filled your heart as you remembered the plan you were sworn to stick to, even in the face of death.

     "Uncle Erwin!?" You shouted up to the commander from your horse behind him. The whistling wind made your soft voice just barely audible. "Commander!?" You tried again. He heard you this time, letting out a loud grunt of acknowledgment.

     "Isn't that it, uncle? The forest!?" You yelled. His eyes widened, and he rose one stern hand in the air, signaling Levi and the others behind you.

     "Hey! Slow, everyone! Slow!" Erwin growled over the wind, and everyone's horses cried out, screeching to a halt before beginning to gallop again, but at a steadier, slow pace. Your horse rode up beside his, snorting excitedly. "Thank you, dear. I wasn't focused." You nodded to him, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

     "Uncle Erwin, this is probably the worst time to be unfocused." You gazed at him with concern. “You're not usually like this... are you still thinking about it?" He did not reply, but merely looked away from you. “You need to stop that, it's gonna get you killed."

     "Hmpf, you just worry about your own life, (Y/N)." You pouted at his harsh tone. "I'm sorry, please don't be upset... I need you one hundred percent focused today. I can't have you getting killed because you're not paying attention."

     "The same goes for you."

     "(Y/N)...." He warned with a voice resembling like a mother scolding her child. He looked to the side into your eyes once again and sighed. "You look so much like your mother when you pout," he said softly, before turning his focus back to the ground in front of him. You looked ahead as well, your eyes feeling a tad glossy all of a sudden.

     "Uncle Erwin..."

     "I never should've brought you. Never should've let you join the scouts in the first place. I told myself I wouldn't but-"

     "Please, don't start this again. It was my choice so you don't have to feel bad about it." He only shook his head and your mounts sped up a bit.

"I promised your grandmother that I'd take care of my little sister and I let her down. Now I've promised your mother I'd keep you safe and look where we are. I can't fail again." You were glad you and your uncle were riding a bit apart from the group. He never would’ve spoken like this with anyone else but you in hearing distance.

     "Erwin, that wasn't your fault. She died serving humanity and she fought until the very end. No one could help her." You made sure he looked straight into your eyes while you said these words of validation. He still felt guilty about your mother's death and he just wouldn't let it go. It wasn't his fault that her 3DMG broke unexpectedly. He wasn't even in Trost until it was too late, but he wouldn't move on.

     "I just don't feel comfortable with letting you out of my sight in titan territory."

     "It’ll be ok... I'll be with Levi's squad. You said yourself that that's the safest place for me." You prepared to branch off with Levi, Eren, Petra and the others as you entered the forest at last. Once you reached the trees, you wouldn't see your uncle until the journey back to the wall.

     "No, the safest place for you would be behind wall Sina where you're supposed to be."

     "Uncle Erwin..." a tear threatened to fall from the corner of your eye, "I had to join the scouts... I had to come with you... You're the only family I have left." It rolled rebelliously down your cheek. His expression contorted into one of restrained pain and grief.

     "(Y/N)..."

     "Don't worry, Erwin. I'll come back. I'll be ok. I'll stay safe and I won't die... I promise. I have the will to live and I feel it. I'll fight for you and for humanity. I know I'm the only family you have left, too." His composure wavered for just a fraction of a second, and he refused to look at you any longer.

     The truth is, you would've joined the scouts even if your mother was still alive.Your Uncle was already your role model growing up, but when she was murdered, taken away from you, you decided for sure that you needed to cling to the only love you had left, and that was Erwin. You had lived with him and the scouts ever since you finished training in the 104th cadet corps.

     "Prepare to split!" He raised his flare gun in the air and shot it, plugging his ear with his free hand as the blast rang out. It was a golden flare, different then all the others, signaling that once the split was over, on the other side of the forest were the ruins of an old city that was destroyed when the titans took wall Maria. This was were they would make camp for the night.

     Your steed whinnied as you pulled its reins to find your place behind Levi's horse.

     "I'm here, Captain!" You called out and Levi nodded, taking your squad ahead. Eren rode close to your side, making you feel kind of uncomfortable. You looked back at your Uncle. He mouthed the three loving words that you knew he was too proud to say out loud, but he knew you needed to hear. You nodded and turned forward as his group of scouts disappeared from sight.

~

     Beautiful, giant trees surrounded and loomed over you. You had never been past wall Rose into Maria, and after Trost you certainly didn't think you'd ever see it.

     It was fine as far as these missions went. A quiet ride with no titan interference so far. Levi rode along quickly in front silently. You could sense fatigue in your horse, but she trudged on dutifully. You had now fallen behind Eld and Petra, and your horse was uncomfortably close to Eren Jeager's once again.

     He looked over to you, a look of determination lining his features. He loosened up a bit though when he noticed you looking at him.

     "This is crazy, huh? You nervous?" He grinned. You didn't answer, but merely looked down at your hands tangled in the horse's ebony mane. You didn't know what to say to him, or how to answer that.

     To be honest, the thing that made you the most nervous was him. After the events at Trost, even though he had proven his loyalty to humanity, he still didn't know how to control his new abilities very well and you weren't sure if you were alright with that. You saw him in his titan form stomping through Trost destroying other titans like it was child's play... You still had nightmares about it all.

   After watching your mother perish in Trost while you and the other cadets escaped, you were very uncertain about having a titan anywhere near you. And that's what Eren Jeager was to you: a titan. He was a ticking time bomb of anger that could turn into a fifteen meter killing machine and that scared you to death.

     You didn't want to be rude to him, though. You were never really friends as cadets but you’d seen him around and knew he was a good kid. He was decent at sparring and moved well in his 3DMG. You saw his trial and he was obviously determined to help, but having him next to you made you uneasy. Titans made your bones shake. Titans ruined your life. Titans took your parents away from you, and Eren's presence made you feel like breaking down into an emotional fit.

     "Miss?" When you didn't answer he became concerned. "Uh, Miss... Smith?

     "(L/N)..." you corrected him, now shaken out of your trance.

     "Oh, yeah sorry. I just thought since you were the Commander's niece..."

     "His sister was my mom. She got married, s-so I have my father's surname. Y-you can just call me (Y/N) though."

     "Yeah... (Y/N)" he looked up, remembering the past,"Oh yeah! I remember you! We've never really talked much, huh? I remember you handing Jean's ass to him that one day though, so you're welcome to be my pal any day!" He smirked mischievously.

     "Haha, y-yeah." You laughed anxiously. You just wanted to get away from him, and quickly.

     "Hey, brats!" Levi hollered from the front, "Shut up! Enough chat back there unless you wanna earn us some unwanted attention!”

     You instantly sat up straight and alerted at the sound of his voice. Eren looked over at you, chuckled in slight embarrassment, then rode ahead.

     A few silent minutes passed, and you were beginning to get a bit antsy. Fidgeting around in the saddle, you wondered why there were no titan encounters yet.

     "The end of the forest is just ahead," Levi stated calmly. "Be on your guard. The ruins of that old town should be just beyond as the Commander said and after that, an even bigger abandoned city. Place could be crawling with titans."

     His last words made your skin crawl. Again, you weren't in this for revenge on the titans. You weren't looking to beat other scouts’ kill count or build a reputation as a famous titan slayer, either. You just wanted to do something to aid humanity, and stay close to Erwin. If he was gonna die out here, you wanted to go with him. Trost had scarred you for life, and you never wanted to encounter another titan again. Of course, you knew that would be impossible out here.

     "Follow Levi's orders, no matter what," you whispered to yourself, repeating the words your uncle had burned into your brain at least fifty times before the expedition. You looked down at your trembling hands as your mare followed the others and exited the forest.

     Eren took notice, looking over with worried eyes.

     "You alright?!" He yelled.

     "Left!" Your horse abruptly galloped and hesitated like a rusty engine before shifting left. You gasped in terror as to your right you saw the reason you were going left. Levi shot a flare into the air.

     It was a small one, maybe four meters tall, and it just walked slowly toward the group. It's hands crossed over it’s chest and held onto its shoulders tightly, and it's short messy brown hair stood out against it’s sickly pale skin. It grinned widely, staring intently at you as you lagged behind.

     "Cadet! Speed up!" Levi yelled furiously, his throat rasping with the strain.

     You shrieked as the titan dove for your horse, and it screeched, leaping far ahead. You joined Eren as the titan fell on its face.

     "That was too close! You ok?" Eren questioned.

      "Y-yeah," you panted.

     "Damned things! Hey, you gotta shake that one off," he encouraged. "Just forget about it. Stay focused." You nodded shakily.

     "Look, there!" Levi yelled back, pointing to his left, "Ahead and to the left, that cluster of trees leads to an open field then to an arrangement of caves just outside a city!" He pointed directly in front of him. "The city we want to camp in is way past that one in front of us! Should we get separated, avoid the left, that city is sure to be completely infested!"

     "Yes, sir!" You all responded in unison.

     Moments passed. Your breathing began to steady as the remains of what was once a fairly large barn passed by on your right side.

     "Move!" You saw Eren's hand reach out and you flinched as he smacked the rear of your horse. It cried out wildly into the air and jerked to the left violently.

     You spun around just in time to see a fifteen meter burst out of the barn, destroying its splintering red walls. Bits of wood flew everywhere and you shielded your faces as the debris showered down around you.

     It chomped at the back of Eren's horse with its large teeth and a vicious, malicious smile crossed it's visage.

     "Eren!" You yelled, reaching back for him.

     "I'll be fine, keep going!"

     "Look forward, cadet! Keep moving, Jeager's fine!" Petra yelled

     Eren's horse was faster then the titan, fortunately, but it was still on your tail as Eren rejoined the rest of you.

     "Captain! Should we engage!?" Petra yelled out, but before Levi could even give the order, his horse was startled by the sight of two more titans that came out from the trees beside him.

     "Damn it!" His horse kicked its legs and shifted to the side, almost stumbling. "Steady, boy, steady!"

     Now with two nine meter titans and the one from the barn following you on all fours, you were starting to panic. Your heart was beating so quickly you could barely think. At this rate, it seemed like you'd never get to Shingashina for Eren to repair the wall.

     "Erwin..." you whispered to yourself the only name that brought you comfort. Thinking of him calmed you down a bit. Memories of him and your mother and father flashed before your eyes. You retreated into yourself, a coping mechanism you’d often resorted to.

     "(Y/N)! Get outta there!" Eren called from ahead of you. You snapped out of it just in time. The three titans dove to grab you all at once, but your horse sensed the danger before you did and dashed.

     "Good girl!" You stroked the mane of the black mare as she galloped on, praising her generously for picking it up where you slacked. It seemed you had finally reached the town ruins, and the sight before you made your blood run cold.

  "Oh... My God..." You spoke softly.

     A horde of titans wandered around the town, and just as soon as they smelled you, they saw you. Now, at least seven pairs of titanic, hungry eyes in many ugly shapes and sizes stared in your direction. Some faster ones were already in front of you, while the bulkier, slow ones waddled toward you from the sides. The horses were running out of room to run as the titans circled in.

     "Aghh!" You heard Jeager cry out. A crawling titan had leapt into the air, and landed with a thud right next to Eren, sending him flying off his horse. He landed flat on his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. A deep, choking noise rose from his throat. His horse landed farther away, and with a shriek of pain and a crack of its neck, it was dead.

     "Eren!" You tried to ride over to his rescue, but a nine meter blocked your path, and your horse refused to go any further, startled out of its mind and possessing far more common sense than you.

     "No! No!" Eren rolled onto his side and screamed toward you. “Leave me! Don't die for me - just go!"

     "No! Pick up Jeager, (Y/N)! He's essential to this mission! If he dies, everyone who dies today dies in vain!" Gunther screamed, pulling out his blades. He waited for Levi's orders. You looked back and forth, conflicted.

     "Hyah!" Snapping your horse's reins, you forced it forward. Diving under the titan's clawing hands, you reached down, grabbing onto Eren's outstretched forearm. "Ugh!" You struggled to heave his weight up. "Eren, you have to help me out here!" He grabbed onto your shirt and the horse's saddle, assisting you in pulling him up. Now sitting up fully, he held on tightly to your back as you sped off toward Levi and the others again, snaking through large trunk-like legs.

     Levi's horse at the lead came to a screeching halt. Now the whole group was completely surrounded. Your horse stopped abruptly, almost smashing into his.

     "What do we do, sir?!" Oluo screamed in dread of the encroaching peril. Levi deftly pulled out his blades in response.

     "Engage! Take 'em all down!" He growled confidently. You reached for your blades as Eren's weight pressed down on you. He leaned back, reaching for his as well. "No! Not you two! Cadets, ride into the forest!"

     "Sir! We must keep Jeager with us! We can't split up!" Petra attached herself to a nearby sunken-in rooftop.

     "These kids won't last two minutes in this mess it’s too concentrated! You wanna keep Jeager safe? Well I say this is the best call! Now go!" He turned to you. It was probably true, it was your first time beyond the walls and you were pretty inexperienced, other then the attack on Trost.

     "Wh-What?!" You scrambled for words.

     "You heard me! That's an order! Cadet (L/N), take Jeager and get the hell outta here!"

     "But-!"

     "It's safer this way! Erwin will kill me if anything happens to either of you! Don't make me say it again! Now ride!" He roared. You knew him well enough to be able to that tell he was losing his patience, though his emotionless expression remained the same. He sprinted off of his horse and attached to the shoulders of a fifteen meter tall monster. When you just sat there, your hands shaking uselessly, you felt Eren's weight press down on you once again.

     "The hell are you doing?! He said go!" Eren screamed angrily in your ear, before reaching around you to snatch the reins and smacking your already jumpy horse into motion. You shrieked, holding tightly onto Eren's arms for balance as your mount kicked up its front legs and ran at full speed into the trees behind it. Levi was right, it was much safer this way. The swarming group of professional titan killers had the titans' undivided attention as they flew around the air. Only one tried to follow you, but Levi quickly cut it down, nodding at you as you looked back at him over Eren’s shoulder.

     "Levi..."

     “They'll be fine. Don't look back... just- just focus." Your trembling lip wanted so desperately for you to let tears fall, but you wouldn't allow it. Eren's arms stayed wrapped around you, holding the horse on track firmly.

     You didn't know what to do now. You knew everyone's goal on this expedition was to keep Eren safe at all costs. He was humanity's hope. But how were you supposed to protect the titan boy that was much stronger, much faster,  and much more capable than you anyway? No one ever told you specifically that you might have to put your life on the line for Eren, but you knew every other scout would, and you weren’t about to be the one pathetic little cadet who didn't take that risk for the mission. You had to prove to the others that you weren't just a stupid kid that got into the scouts even though she's a wimp just because her uncle was the commander. You had to prove that to yourself as well. You could still protect Eren while maintaining a safe distance, right?

     Eren did scare you. Titans did scare you, but you made a silent promise to yourself in spite of it all.

     "Make my uncle proud..." you whispered, forgetting Eren was there completely.

     "What?" He asked.

     "Nothing!" You tensed up, feeling the heat of his chest against your back again. It made you feel very uncomfortable, but you would just have to deal with it for now.

     "A little further until we are sure it's safe, then we'll stop to rest.”

[homosexualadventure]

every single lmam song, ranked.

i just finished listening to let’s make a music for the first time, and Oh My God it rocks. it’s a great podcast and if you’re reading this without having listened to it...i don’t know what to tell you. i don’t know what you think lmam means. but, that aside, if you haven’t listened to it yet: go listen to it! it’s not a crazy long podcast, overall or episode length-wise, so it’s manageable even for people who usually can’t handle podcasts (like me!) anyways, now that it’s over, what’s left for me to do with my time and energy that i used to spend thinking about lmam?

listen to the episodes again so that i can rank all fourty-one songs from worst to best, of course. so that’s exactly what i did.

i mostly ranked these on my gut feeling, because i didn’t come up with the idea of ranking it on a set of points before like...five minutes ago. there’s a bit of personal bias in here, so if you disagree with me on rankings, hey! send me an ask, or a dm. we can talk about it. 

so, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into it! let’s...make a ranking. haha. that’s just a fun little lmam joke for you. 

41. the roquefort stank

this song only gets points for laura’s stanky noises in the background. i love laura.

40. shan’t he shanty

weirdly catchy. for a sea shanty, that is. that’s all i have to say.

39. well, i’m on child...

i do love a good gay song about polyamory but it just wasn’t enough in this case. truly heartbreaking. 

38. dog trash

i’m not a big fan of polka in general. that’s all i have to say. i don’t have to explain all my decisions. this is my journey. and it’s your journey that you’re taking with me.

37. echoes of wednesday

it’s not my favorite but i do think it’s sweet and i like all the laura vocals. also the zuko vocals. 

36. brothers in legs

not their best character song but it’s still a song you could quietly headbang to. i just don’t love full story ballads (there is an exception to this, you’ll see) most of the time. 

35. ol’ tim’s tricks

i’m not saying it’s a bad song, i’m just saying it sounds like it was once in a made for tv disney channel-esque movie about a girl who finds her calling in sports and friendship.

34. don’t give me that altitude

very queen-esque with general 80s vibes and i like that.

33. dreamless

if it was longer i think it would be a lot higher on the list, because it’s Good. but i don’t feel right putting a 45 second song above, like, tobie’s razor. still! i love the mellow, kind of sad and eerie tones of it.

32. holiday crime!

look i know this one’s fairly low on the list, hear me out: it’s a good song and it’s pretty memorable as well! but as far as holiday songs go, i don’t think it’s their best or most iconic one. laura’s laughing and beat in the back is absolutely wonderful and heartwarming, though.

31. mr. dad

this one gets a higher rating than the previous holiday song for its good good harmonica and because when i heard the lyrics “but you love to watch him go” used to describe mr. dad i almost toppled my chair backwards with me still in it.

30. mourning ritual

the biggest load of 1980s bullshit i’ve ever heard in this decade. somehow it’s also got a big panic! at the disco vibe and i’m not sure how i feel about it but it’s definitely Strongly There and i can’t deny it.

29. outback sadhouse

it’s RIDICULOUS how well they nailed the sufjan stevens vibe with this one. plus the restaurant dialogue bit in the back of the song really adds a lot. 

28. let down my better dynamite

it’s really easy to bop to and the instrumental in the background is FANTASTIC! jonah really killed it with this one. plus they talk a lot about rats in the episode which is nice for me because i love rats. also it’s the first episode with an instance of “brian does a bit”.

27. the tale of the greazzy creek

i just think it absolutely nails the vibe of a rural campfire grizzled old cowboy song while also being a really catchy theme song. like, i think you could’ve snuck it into holes (2003) and i would’ve been like, yeah, that sounds right. 

26. turn around and come down slowly

not one of their more iconic songs but brian’s voice is so pretty in this and it’s really soothing. 

25. ratless randy’s

i don’t know why it’s this high on the list either, but it is. ratless randy’s really IS the place to be, guys.

24. tobie’s razor

i will be honest. when i saw the title for this episode for the first time i just thought “occam’s razor” and as i type this i can’t even think of what that actually is, so..... anyways, i’d say this song absolutely NAILS the vibe but i have no idea what vibe it’s even remotely related to. certainly does nail the internal childhood monologue though. i think this song is the first one where they really started hitting their stride, also. not that it’s better than some of the earlier ones, but this one forward their songs were pretty consistently high quality. plus, and no one will be surprised by this by now, it gets extra points for laura. 

23. armoire of royals

it’s weird, it’s synthy, has a vaguely billie eilish-esque part near the end which is not necessarily a point in favor depending on your taste but it Definitely is surprising and cool, and it’s got fake british accents. what more do you need out of a song?

22. sybil’s night scare

the piano in this is perfect and fantastic and the comedic timing in the song is just right. jonah’s delivery of “they’re actually real human eyes” is so goddamn good and his singing is Also great and frankly i think we can all agree we’re fucking tired of him saying he can’t sing. i mean, i assume (i fucking hope) he’s stopped saying that by now considering he had the majority of vocals on silo by a bit but Still. it’s a good peppy halloween-y song.

21. chalice for your thoughts

two spooky songs in a row! honestly, i’m not sure what reasons i have for ranking this song as high as i did. i just like it a lot. they were able to include a lot of weird twitter suggestions fairly seamlessly, and it’s just soft and pretty. spooky, but still pretty. 

20. 21st blitheday

i admit it: i fucking hate the voice brian uses in this. but i really, really like the song. the beat’s very good and somehow brian still manages to sing the chorus well and make it sound nice even though his affectation is Stupid as hell <3 the background whistling is nice and his robot voice, which he’s used for several of his videos but i think most notoriously for scrundler in his week in revue series (here), is also featured. it’s a real bop, i think.

19. monday night boomball

i genuinely think this is their weirdest song, ever. it’s incomprehensible and it’s so fucking theatre kid of them, and it’s dumb as shit but it’s really funny and enjoyable and strange and i love it.

18. gentle light

this is a really good song. it’s not weird or funny, it’s genuinely just a really soft, calming, normal song. i can’t in good conscience rank it above the others for this reason, because it’s easier to make a regular song good than it is for a song about fucking a tree, but i want to be clear: i really love this song. it’s a song that you could fall asleep to, cry to, cuddle up in a blanket to, whatever the hell you want to do to it.

17. proud egg mouth

extra points for fitting the word “maw” in any kind of song, a feat i’m not sure anyone else has ever accomplished. also for brian actually singing with an egg in his mouth.

16. you can take that to the bank

brian does an incredible randy newman impression and i love him for it. also it’s just a good song! it’s not my favorite but it’s very pleasing to my ears and it’s well made.

15. rainbow trout eggs

i listened to a shit ton of colbie caillat in middle school and i can tell you with confidence that the lyrics “i feel so alive and i know that i’m happy na na na na na hey hey” would be in one of her songs. it’s a good song with completely ridiculous lyrics and it’s a better character/full story ballad than their previous ones, in my opinion. which is what you’re specifically here for!

14. car mitzvah

i think this is a song my dad would listen to if it came on the radio. i also think it deserves to be in an early 90s or maybe coming of age movie. brian’s vocals are fantastic in this, also.

13. dr. brims

“it’s a new year, Ha Hah!” this song is sooooo fucking funny and exemplary of a lot of their other songs that came afterwards. i’ve been saying that a lot i think. writing reviews is hard.

12. let’s make a music (theme song)

maybe it’s the emotional value of this song being the song i associate most with the podcast, since it’s the theme song, or maybe it’s just really good. (spoiler: it’s both but mostly the second one) the episode is also really funny in general and if you’re new to the podcast and don’t care about order, i highly recommend this one first! 

11. heartbreak in michael’s

a very very very good sad gay love song and i recommend it to the ends of the earth! because this is the internet, and i can!

10. arbor day!

you try making a horny song about deforestation.

9. why don’t you like our song title?

such a fucking bop and showcases their skill for just doing whatever the hell they want and STILL making a fantastic song or video or whatever. they just stop saying words in it and it does not take anything away from the song. could you do that? i mean...maybe! but for the sake of this review and my point i’m gonna be like fuck you no you couldn’t. moving on.

8. akimbo

the backing track in this is ABSOLUTELY what makes the song. plus that one video of brian strutting but technically that can’t affect my review of the song because Technically it’s not part of the song. anyways it’s really peppy and fun and enjoyable and Good.

7. heartbreak in michael’s (reprise)

it’s the perfect finale song. like, it genuinely sounds like the song that plays at the end of a romcom after everything’s finally worked out. i Did cry when i heard brian sing the theme song at the end but that’s just because i’m a sentimental son of a bitch. so besides that ending bit that i can(’t) guarantee will make you tear up at Least, it’s really fucking fun! it’s upbeat and happy and i think they made the right song to go out on. or to go on a hiatus on, if brian’s website is to be believed. i don’t believe it, but hypothetically, y’know? hypothetically...

6. debutaunt ball

if the met gala doesn’t make this their theme song i will personally burn next year’s event to the ground, i swear to god. also it’s a good song to show off both jonah and brian’s range. it’s not like a lot of their other songs but it’s SUCH a banger and i adore it.

5. madame zamporium’s wax emporium 

fuck yeah. learning that the “ooh come on baby” from several unraveleds came from a let’s make a music is the reason i finally started listening to the podcast in the first place. but BESIDES that, since that’s not a reason for my ranking (just a fun little fact about me!), this song slaps a ridiculous amount. they went insanely hard and it’s the first song they made that really sets the tone of the podcast, which is: great comedy, great high production music. 

4. alan rickman’s edible zoo

GOD! the anti-celebrity, anti-capitalist rock song i’ve been waiting all my fucking life for! also it’s anti-america but only in one lyric. but in Another sense....throughout the whole song. PLUS, and most importantly, it features jonah’s literally and i mean LITERALLY impeccable alan rickman impression. like, it’s fucking bulletproof. alan rickman was in the goddamn room. 

3. horsecar!

look. when this song started playing for the first time i went...fuck no. in general i don’t tolerate country or cowboy songs very well because they just don’t sound appealing to my ears most of the time. i put up with country road only because of a funny mario edit someone made of it and now the original song has more value to me. this is relevant only because the same thing happened with horsecar! in that the chorus KICKS ASS. i may make a post on just my favorite lmam songs and also this is already a crazy long post so i won’t go into it too much but i will say this. the shock value of going from the first verse in this song to the chorus is...........Incredibly high and it Works So Fucking Well! it literally makes the song. and not even just for the short term value of Oh My God That’s A Twist, it lasts through the whole song. i’m listening to the song as i type this and i’m currently at the country/cowboy part and i don’t hate it because i know the chorus is incredible. in fact, i’d argue that the chorus on its own may be the best thing lmam ever made, even better than my two actual favorite songs of theirs. i’m definitely going to have to make a full post on this. (SIDE NOTE: BRIAN’S VOCALS ARE FUCKING CRAZY AND HORSECAR! IS ONE OF THE BEST EXAMPLES OF THIS. his goddamn RANGE!! SIR!!! his falsetto is literally ridiculous my pants are OFF)

2. dragon me to this wedding

this is what i meant when i said there’s an exception to the “i’m not generally a fan of full story ballads”, because this is one of my all time favorite lmam songs. as in, it’s in the top three. which i guess you can tell from it being number two in the top three. in fact, it’s probably one of my favorite songs in general. the first time i listened to the episode i went back and listened to the song again three times in a row, and all three times i cried real tears. it’s GAY it’s REALLY PRETTY and i LOVE IT. 

1. save 2 4 tony

so we’ve finally made it to my all-time favorite lmam song. maybe it’s that i recently graduated myself and so this song hits a little harder, but it also just GOES hard. i genuinely think they peaked when they recorded this. it’s one of those bdg songs where you’re listening to it, you’re just chilling, and it’s like “yeah wow this is nice!” and all of a sudden he hits a falsetto and you go “oh FUCK that guy can SING!” literally his vocals in this are incredible and it’s very fun (and on brand) that the Oh Fuck moment here is the line “tony hawk babeyyy!” plus jonah killed it on the backing and composition and everything. it’s the best let’s make a music song and i won’t take constructive criticism.

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravs and Rising talk after Dirtpatch.

Rising Lotus Pushed the door to the company hall open, bucket full of who knows what in her off hand. After pulling it shut behind her she saw the familiar face in new clothes. “Oh, Hey Cravs!” her face brightened up, eyeing the woman up and down afterwards. “New gear eh? Been plannin’ to change things up or jus’ sort of somethin’ you ended up doin’?” she set her bucket down, the contents looking to be squirming around each other.

Cravendy Hound had bought the new gear yesterday but had just gotten around to wearing it for the first time. It felt odd at first. Part of her didn’t want to leave the house - to switch back to what she was used to and carry on with the day. But what did she have to fear?

Cravendy Hound: “Oh, uh, yeah! I don’t know. The usual’s more suited for gunnin’, but since I kept endin’ up in close combat, I figured I should get somethin’ for that. Somethin’ I can really move around in if I wanna sock someone.” She eyes the strange bucket curiously. “Fishin’ supplies?”

Rising Lotus Stepped forward, nodded at the explanation as she studied Cravendy’s new armor a bit close. “Aye makes sense, looks a bit thicker than your old stuff, good for takin’ a hit for sure.” she gave it a final nod of approval. “Looks good on ya, an’ it’ll be nice to know you’re well protected if we end up brawlin’ together.” she flashed a cocky grin before looking over her shoulder at the bucket.

Rising Lotus: “Oh sorta, more jus’ fish food. Worms an’ slugs an’ other things they eat. I ought to learn to make ‘em into dry food, can build up a stock of it.”

Cravendy Hound stretches an arm, her hand placed above her shoulder as she makes tight circles with her elbow. The thought of actually fighting with her fists again was a bit daunting, but there’d be plenty of time before then. Time to practice with Rising or on a punching bag, perhaps. “Don’t go easy on me if we train together.”

Cravendy Hound: “Eurghh...Did ye go diggin’ for this stuff?” She taps the side of the bucket with her foot, jostling it to take a look at what’s underneath the first layer.

Rising Lotus: “Of course not! I expect the same from you too! Don’t get strong from holdin’ back.” she cracked her knuckles with a snicker “Maybe we could start up a company trainin’ day, keep everyone on their toes. Not the same as fightin’ giant weird spiders but good enough I ‘spose.”

Rising Lotus She gave the bucket a tap herself. “Aye, dug up or caught. Some of it I paid some kids to get for me, gives them a bit of gil and a fuller bucket for me. They know the area a bit better too.” she let out a content sigh, licking her lower lip as it seemed she was working up to say something. “So, umm...Dirt Patch looks pretty nice now huh?”

Cravendy Hound: “That was the only time I fought a giant robot spider, and I’m ‘opin’ it’ll be my last. Still one time too many.” Cravs rolls her wrist around, imagining how painful it’d be to punch solid metal. On second thought, melee training didn’t sound so appealing anymore, but still. It felt like something to keep up.

Cravendy Hound smiles at the thought of Rising putting kids to work, the gross treasures that they’d bring back. It was smart thinking too. On the subject of Dirtpatch, Cravs simply nods. “Yeah, it’s a pretty lil’ place now. The villagers are a tough bunch and can take care of themselves, but I can’t ‘elp but worry for ‘em...Maybe I’m just gonna miss them askin’ for ‘elp all the time.”

Rising Lotus Returns the nod. “Aye, from what they started with an’ all, it’s crazy how fast we could help them get back on their feet. That’d bein’ said...I’m sure they wouldn’t pass up free help if you paid them a visit.” she let out a light chuckle, smiling softly. “Mostly wanna see how that bird is gonna grow up myself..” she cleared her throat after she spoke, silent for a few moments before finally mustering herself up to speak.

Rising Lotus: “How about uh.. You… I mean..” she broke her gaze with Cravs, running her hand over the top of her head to her neck. “Are you doin’ alright...an’ stuff?” she huffed lightly, perhaps a bit frustrated at her delivery of the question.

Cravendy Hound nibbles on her bottom lip in thought. From typhoons to bandit attacks, Dirtpatch felt like it was just one disaster away from going back to being nothing. But the paranoia stemmed from protectiveness, and Cravs cared about the village...which was a first. There were pros and cons to the feeling. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep an eye on the place. I don’t know, it’s just that the brighter ye shine, the darker the shadow. Somethin’ could ‘appen, but I guess worryin’ ain’t doing anyone no good.”

Cravendy Hound: “Oh.” Crav’s face goes blank. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, let alone Rising as well, to follow up. “Er. Yeah I’m fine...I mean. What stuff are ye referrin’ to?” Her voice dims and wavers towards the end. She has a moment in her mind and naught else could fit what Rising was asking about, and yet she still finds herself doubting herself.

Rising Lotus Goes to speak but instead weakly shrugs, taking a short breath before trying again. “Jus’, whatever I guess.” she clenched her fists, eyes shutting tightly in frustration at her vague questions. “No… jus’ after your walk an’ everything, an’ the night. I jus’ wanted to make sure that you’re alright after that.” She finally returned her gaze to Cravs, looking concerned. For her friend of course, but also that her blabbering would scare the woman off.

Cravendy Hound finds Rising’s uncertainty comforting in a weird way. Both of them being so careful and unlike how they usually were, like a pair of awkward teens. Cravs lets out a breath, smiling. “Haha, ah...yer sweet. Riylli was waitin’ for me after, to make sure I was okay too. I’m still ‘ere. Not sick, not dead. Still ‘ere.”

Cravendy Hound: “The short answer is both. Fine in some ways, messed up in others, but that’s nothin’ new. I, uh, wanna take this talk somewhere else? Somewhere others won’t judge me for ‘avin’ a soft ‘eart,” Cravs notes, looking around the hallway.

Rising Lotus Let out a soft sigh as she answered, relieved to hear any answer at all. She did however break her gaze again at the sweet comment, cheeks flaring up a bit “She did eh? Hm, that was nice of her..” her eyes darted back in Crav’s direction as she continued to speak, nodded quickly at the offer to change locales for their chat. “Y-Yeah, sorry, shouldn’t of jus’ dropped that..out here.” she glanced down to her bucket, snatching it back up.

Rising Lotus: “You want to come to my room? I don’t want to leave these things out here, an’ I’m sure you don’t want ‘em anywhere near yours. It’s jus’, a bit messy though.”

Cravendy Hound agrees to the suggestion with a nod of her head, and starts towards the company rooms. As she walks over, she wonders just how messy Rising's room could be. Cravs steels herself for the worst case scenario - a room full of slug buckets and worms. Definitely worth seeing though.

Rising Lotus After stepping into her room Rising set her bucket of crawlies on a crate near the door, placing a board over the opening followed by a rock or old brick, the bug storage system of champions. “That ought to keep them in place…” as she lead Cravs to the couch, Hopp could been seen floating in the little pool in the corned, wiggling its feet in the air while it slowly bounced from side to side. She chose the chair to sit in, glad she had kicked most of her smallclothes toward her bed just earlier that day

Rising Lotus: Was quick to break the silence as they settled in. “Sorry, uh.. About bein’ so..clumsy with…” she merely twirled her hand between the two. “Have a hard time with it these days.”

Cravendy Hound is pleasantly surprised by Rising’s room! The generous amount of fish tanks were to be expected, but the channels that connected the smaller to the larger...it was impressive to behold and likely required a good deal of effort to maintain. She lets out a whistle and takes a seat. “The freshest and finest food for yer fishies.”

Cravendy Hound: “Clumsy? What, ye mean with yer words?” Cravs scoffs. “Oh, don’t worry. We both ‘ave that problem, and I know ‘ow ‘ard it can be to just talk sometimes.”

Cravendy Hound: “I mean, just listen to me! Barely got a ‘andle on speakin’ as is,” she laughs. “Even ‘ad people think I was speakin’ another language. And to that, I say...Bugger off.”

Rising Lotus Snickered a bit “I’ve definitely been given’ a hard time for not know some of those hoity toity words them well learned folks use..” she grinned “course once you rough ‘em up a bit they tend not to care.” she sighed, looking much more calm in a familiar environment. “But jus’..stuff like that...last person I could talk easily with it ‘bout…” she trailed off, merely shrugging weakly.

Rising Lotus: “Anyway, hard as it is I still wanted to check up on ya, cause, ya know.” she huffed a bit, she wasn’t about to get that shmaltzy yet.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, music to my ears. Yer speakin’ my language,” Cravs says, a smug smile tugging up the corner of her mouth. When Rising continues on about the ‘last person’ she could speak easily with, Cravs fills in the blanks on her own, and doesn’t push it. Wasn’t right to open old wounds.

Cravendy Hound leans back in the chair and rests her head against the wooden surface behind it, staring forward. God, it felt so foreign to her to be open /at all/ and yet here she was. Doing that strange and odd thing again. But it felt right, and Rising wasn’t the type to judge anyway. Cravs had promised to herself to change, and this was simply a part of that.

Cravendy Hound: “And I appreciate ye checkin’ up on me. So..uh.” She makes a sputtering sound, unable to get ‘thank you’ out. Some things would have to come later. “...uh, yeah. Truth be told, all that stuff with Wyda disappearin’. It never felt right to me. I’m not over it, and maybe I never will.”

Rising Lotus Smiled softly at the thank you, despite the lack of actual words. She gave herself a few moments to think next, wanting to choose her words carefully given that situation. “I don’t understand what happened at all, an’ I don’t know much ‘bout your past, but I don’t think that’s somethin’ you can really jus’ get over. Jus’ gotta bear it with ya, but you folks who’ll help ya with it.” she really hoped she wasn’t just talking out of her arse and it made sense.

Rising Lotus: “..though I know it’s hard to do. To uh, trust people, I mean. ‘Specially when you try an’ put about a strongness to yourself.”

Cravendy Hound: “Yeah, it just sort of becomes a part of ye. Somethin’ that ‘urts from time to time, but denyin’ it’ll make things worse,” Cravs sighs wistfully. “I don’t know. A big part of me thinks I don’t deserve anythin’ good, especially yer trust, after what I did. But seein’ Dirtpatch get restored with all yer guys ‘elp...I’ve been tryin’ to tell myself it ain’t hypocritical to do good after ye’ve done bad.”

Cravendy Hound tilts her head slightly to her left, one eye covered by a long twist of hair and the other, unmasked. “Compared to ‘ow I was doin’ at the start of everythin’, it’s like day and night. Knowin’ that there are others goin’ through somethin’ similar, or just knowin’ someone cares. Took awhile for it to start sinkin’ in, but once I did...it ‘elped. Just ‘avin’ friends like ye.”

Rising Lotus Rising cocked her head as Cravs mentioned what she did, not quite sure what it might have been. As she said, she didn’t know much about her past, but smiled nonetheless at her revelation about their work at Dirtpatch. “Aye, most of the time you can turn things around, ‘less you’re like some sort of murderer or somethin’ I ‘spose. But we all make mistakes, you jus’ gotta try to keep movin’. She paused for a moment, chewing her lower lip as she mulled her words over.

Rising Lotus: “I understand.. I mean what I was goin’ through the last year before joinin’ up with Heartwood wasn’t too crazy, but it wasn’t very good. An’ jus’...bein’ here an’ meetin’ new folks has helped a lot. An’ meetin’ you, I mean you’re the only one I can understand what you’re talkin’ ‘bout most of the time!” she chuckled lightly “So many of them are jus’, aether this an’ some mechanical thing that! With you though…” she shrugged. “It’s easy I guess.

Cravendy Hound bites on her bottom lip at the mention of murdering. But hey - was it really murdering if the other person deserved it? Cravs lets out a controlled breath, sure that Rising is instead referring to ‘axe-crazy’ people as opposed to what she had engaged in. Which kind of fit that category too. Being a pirate led to those sorts of situations, just part of the job! She forces a fake smile to cover up her reaction.

Cravendy Hound: “Pff, I’m sick of all the aether talk too. Seems like it can do everythin’ and then some. I, for one, am just interested in ‘ow to avoid bein’ blown up by it,” Cravs wryly notes. “But yeah...I’m thankful for all of ye. Yer a good friend, and a good person.”

Rising Lotus “You’re a good friend as well, an’ I think you’re a good person, even if you think otherwise sometimes.” smiling contently for a moment, she started chuckling nervously. “..Speakin’ of thin’s blowin’ up.. Had Mayumi look at my spear an’, aside from it bein’ shite, which I knew, guess it’d gettin’ less stable. The aether part could explode one of these days.”

Rising Lotus: “O-Only when it’s on though,” she was quick to correct herself “An’ she said it’d be pretty obvious, it’ll start cracklin’ an’ shakin’.” letting out a long sigh she lean back into her chair, through her head back over the top. “It’s been a pain in the ass most the time, but a good spear over all. Gonna be a shame to lose it.”

Cravendy Hound straightens her back at Rising’s claim. She thought she was a good person? Really? A blush rises up into her cheeks as she stammers a response back without thinking. “N-no, I’m not, and the sooner ye find out the better. So ye don’t feel disappointed.” But despite what she was saying, her heart fluttered with a tiny bit of pride. She must be doing something right to give Rising the impression.

Cravendy Hound: “Uhh, what? It’s gonna explode?! And that’s somethin’ ye can’t fix?!”

Rising Lotus Shook her head. “Nah, it’s too broken. Materials aren’t holdin’ up or somethin’.. Can’t remember the specifics Mayumi said.” she let out another drawn out sigh. “Jus’ that it’ll probably happen, an’ I don’t got a back up right now. Bit too late now, but maybe I ought to check out where my old one was left.” She sat forward once more, lifting herself form the slumped position she was just in.

Rising Lotus: “It was what I spent the money I had saved up on when I first got to Idyllshire. It’s been a pain, but it’s had more than its fair share of good battles.”

(Cravendy Hound) like a reliable old car, this spear is )) (Rising Lotus) And like a reliable old car, it also is probably a deathtrap in some way xD)) (Cravendy Hound) old car that was bought used already )) (Rising Lotus) gotta put money in to fix it every other week))

Cravendy Hound grimaces, worried about the spear shaking and exploding at any moment. “Swivin’ sacks of salt, guess it was a good thing ye got May to look at it then. I didn’t even know that was a thing that could ‘appen with spears. Always assumed they like fancy knives on a stick, but err...Better than that of course.”

Cravendy Hound: “Call me sentimental, but I ‘ave a ‘ard time lettin’ old possessions go. Though I guess it’s different when yer stuffs been nothin’ but trouble.” Cravs reaches back and pulls out her flintlock pistol. She feels its familiar weight in her hand, considering the curves of the weapon with care. “For instance, I can’t imagine lettin’ this explode. Would rather let it retire.”

Rising Lotus “Well it’s a bit different when it has aether parts makin’ a fancy energy blade, normal spears don’t explode, they’re jus’ metal an’ wood. But aye, would’ve been bad for all of us if we didn’t know it was comin’.” she grimaced at the thought. Rising examined the firearm as Cravs brought it out, nodding at it’s craftsmanship.

Rising Lotus: “I’m with ya, but since we can’t really take it apart it’s probably best to jus’ let it blow up. Wouldn’t want it to accidentally go off in my room."

Cravendy Hound twirls the pistol over her hand, a motion clearly practiced far too often. Without noticing at first, she does the same motion with her other empty hand. Cravs blinks, suddenly and acutely aware of the twin gun’s absence. She sighs and makes a mental note to go searching for it one day...but the odds of finding it were slim. There were more useful, and less nostalgic, ways to spend her time. Cravs tucks the gun away.

Cravendy Hound: “Hm. Is yer spear in this room right now? Maybe it’d be best to...iono. Put it outside just in case. Are we talkin’ a big explosion?”

Rising Lotus “Don’t worry it’s outside, and lemme think…” she rubbed her chin “Mayumi said ten somethin’, I don’t think it was malms cause that’d be crazy, so yalms probably? Enough where no one should be near it when it’s gonna blow. ‘Less you’re tryin’ to blow ‘em up then ya know, the more the merrier.” she shrugged, might as well make the best of a bad situation!

Rising Lotus: “Well I’ve kept ya for long enough, I’m glad you’re doin’ alright Cravs.” she cleared her throat, scratched the back of her head as she watched the fish right past her friend. “An’ ya know.. You can always ask if you wanna.. Talk an’ all. I’m here for ya.” her cheeks turned red at the sudden show of sentimentality.

Cravendy Hound gets the sense that Rising doesn’t share her concern over the explosive spear, and slumps. “Seven ‘ells, if I find a crater in yer room one day, then ye can bet yer sorry arse I’m gonna lecture ye until yer ear falls off!” She shakes her head.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, of course. Thanks for listenin’. And I could say the same back to ye.” Cravs gets up and stretches, ready to return to...whatever she did during the day. Not even realizing that she said thanks for one. As she makes her way out of the seating area, she taps her foot against Rising’s bucket of bugs with a smirk. “Don’t let me keep ye from feedin’ yer pets.”

[foxtophat]

HEY HEY HEY!!!!  hey guys. haha. um, idk what to say exactly and tumblr likes to eat my posts so lets see how long this lasts:

its’ only been a couple months but i have been frothing at the mouth trying to figure out what next part of mercy to put out. i have a lot of much bigger stories to tell than this one, but kim and john sharing insomnia felt sort of like the right segue into those bigger bits.  so for now, let’s just enjoy a 20k fic about Kim and John, and also a little about John and Nick, but mostly just about John and Jacob.

there are 3 chapters. i’ll post the 2nd one later this week (wednesday or friday i think) and the third will probably go up next monday.  YEAH THAT’S RIGHT i actually have most of this one finished right out the gate!!!

as usual, i’ll put the entire chapter under a readmore in case you don’t want to leave tumblr.  i hope you enjoy what i’ve got for you this time -- if not don’t worry, there will be more dramatic bullshit later :)  comments, kudos, reblogs and likes are all the things that make ficwriting more fun than it already is, so consider helping me out if you enjoy what i’m doing. otherwise, have a good day!!!

Kim's dreams are normally composed of fleeting images in dark, monochrome colors. They're howling-wind nightmares or ethereal moments of peace, but they're short-lived and she's always disconnected from them. She hasn't had a real dream in probably nine years. She used to miss them, before John Seed reappeared with all of his night terrors, just in time to remind her of how good she has it. Now, she's glad that the most she has to contest with is a looming sense of dread that fades almost as soon as she wakes up.

But tonight, Kim is a long way away from all of that. She's standing at the kitchen sink in her childhood home, which is in full summer swing. The rosemary plant her mom keeps on the sill is in full bloom, thick green spikes dotted with blue puffball flowers. Beyond it, the Canadian sky is seawater green, and Kim marvels at the fluffy clouds drifting through the unnatural color. They seem to be floating by much faster than the still air outside would imply. It should rattle her, confuse her, but before that realization sinks in, her mom's voice distracts her away.

"Do you really think he's the one?" she asks, as skeptically as she had all those years ago when Kim first decided to move to Montana. Her mother had liked Nick, of course, because he was a likable guy, but Kim had known from the start that her parents were worried about her. They'd worried about her moving to a red state, about her trusting a man she'd seen a handful of times since they'd met. They hadn't understood the idea of purple pockets or internet dating, and while they supported Kim's love of rifle showmanship, they'd never trusted Nick owning more than three guns.

"What's the point, is all I'm asking," Kim's mom laughs in response to Kim's unspoken comment. "It seems strange to collect weapons..."

"Mom, he hunts !" she chides. "And anyway, he isn't the worst one out there."

"That's exactly what I worry about," her mom says. "What if something bad were to happen? His family is gone, and we'll be so far away..."

Kim sighs, the words stinging more than they should. The aqua colored sky begins to churn outside, the light filtering through a strange red haze. Inside, the sunlight reflects off the white counters, nearly blinding Kim.

"I'll be okay," she says, reciting an amalgamation of all her old defenses as her eyes readjust. "There are a lot of good people out there. They rely on each other a whole lot more than we do here."

"I worry about you, Kimiko. That's all." Her mother sighs sadly. "You'll understand when you have kids of your own."

"But mom..."

Kim tries to tell her that she already has a kid, but she can't muster up the words. After all, shouldn't she know? Wouldn't Kim have visited? Wouldn't she have brought Carmina into this very kitchen, all the surfaces glowing with light, and introduced them? Wouldn't her mom have been there when Carmina was born?

"It's unseasonably warm, isn't it," her dad remarks at the table. He's sitting there with a magazine as if he'd been there the whole time. He, like the rest of the room, glows from the inside, as though a flashlight were shining through his skin. It shines through the wood of the table, through her mom's curious smile, until Kim has to turn her face away. The room grows hotter and hotter, and in the far-off whistling wind she hears the first lonesome wail of an air-raid siren beginning to pick up. There's a blinding burst of light and howling wind, and Kim lifts her hands to her face, desperate not to look directly at the blast —

The bedroom is dark, warm and humid. At first, Kim doesn't know where she is, struggling to sit up, desperate to run, until all at once reality comes crashing back into focus. It doesn't help that she's pinned beneath Nick's arm and Carmina's full dead-sleeping weight.

Normally, moving would be out of the question. But Kim doesn't want this dream clinging to her memory, and she desperately wants to put some space between her and the nuclear glow of her mother's smile. Hell, maybe it isn't the dream at all — maybe it's the heat that's making lying here unbearable. Maybe it's the extra weight pinning her down, or a panic attack waiting in the wings — whatever it is, she needs to get up and run from it. As she worms her way out from underneath her family, Kim can feel the pressure building behind her eyes, fueled by the need to jog out the tension that will soon become unbearable. She needs to exercise the nightmare away before it sticks around and ruins the rest of her night.

It's probably already too late for that. The back of Kim's eyes are itchy with tears as she struggles to get free. She's already memorized her mom's smile, trapped forever in radioactive amber, and that alone is enough trauma to fuel ten more terrible dreams.

Nick and Carmina remain peacefully asleep, even as Kim extracts herself from the bed. That's good — the last thing she needs to do is worry Nick, whose own sleeping habits have just started to even out. He'll try to keep her company, and they'll just wind up keeping each other up, which wasn't ideal back in the day and definitely isn't ideal now .

Even though Carmina sleeps like the dead and Nick isn't likely to hear her, Kim is careful to watch out for the creakiest steps as she heads downstairs. Sunrise isn't for a few hours yet, but Kim isn't going to let that stop her from insomnia-pacing around her own home. It used to be that Kim would jog laps on the runway to clear her head, but that isn't going to work nowadays. She still wants to, of course; she's desperate to step out into the relatively cool night air and run herself ragged enough to pass out again, but that's out of the question. She's not about to break her own rule.

It's only once Kim is downstairs that she starts to relax, lighting one of the candles left out on the table. The light is just barely enough to see by, and Kim struggles to find something to clean up or organize in the half-dark. All of the coping mechanisms that got her through eight years of bunker living have fallen flat in the face of the apocalypse, but that doesn't keep her from trying them over and over again. Some techniques are more adaptable, but it isn't like she can dig into reorganizing the hangar for Nick at... whatever time it is now. Not without somebody catching her breaking her own rules about going outside alone.

If she had any books worth reading, she could throw herself into that, but she can't bear the manuals and children's books right now. Maybe if there was a radio station she could listen to... but no, she wouldn't want to risk burning out the radio after everything Nick and John went through to fix it. There's not going to be another Hail Mary when it comes to that kind of repair.

Her mom would probably use this time to make a series of endless lists. Grocery lists, to-do lists, lists of pros and cons for buying new appliances or inviting Kim's awful step-grandmother to her wedding... there was nothing that her mom couldn't organize into a column of bullet points or check-boxes. Kim could probably do with a few lists herself, but where is she supposed to get the paper? And even if a supply list wouldn't be a waste of resources, where would she go to fill it? It's going to be a while before they can pick up flour from the farmer's market again, that's for sure.

Well, at least wasting some paper will keep her mind busy. There's too much stuff they need, and she's going to drive herself crazy trying to remember all of it. Anyway, they've been using decades-old junk mail to prop up the radio desk — it can't be wasted if it was already trash, right?

She's careful in her search for a decent piece of mail, not wanting to tip the radio over as she jimmies a yellowed envelope from under the desk. It's only once she's back at the table with a worn-down nub of a pencil that she finds herself hesitating. After all, what is she supposed to write? What could they reasonably expect to get out here, with no supply chain to rely on? Everything that comes to mind is laughably improbable at best.

It doesn't really matter, though, does it? They're probably not going to be able to find anything besides what they can hunt and grow for themselves, so any food she writes down will be wishful thinking. John had offered to help their scavenging efforts, but it isn't likely they'll find working walkie-talkies or a new car. People who have been above ground longer than the Ryes have already taken over key resource points, and they'll be hard-pressed to give up things without a fair trade. And until they can reliably communicate with one another, trading is going to be nearly impossible. One day, maybe, they'll have trading posts and reliable supply chains, but like other pieces of their fractured society, that's not coming for a long time yet.

Staring at a blank piece of paper is worse than writing something stupid down, and so Kim quickly scribbles the word flour across the top of the envelope. She can't imagine that's going to be a reasonable expectation for a while, but at least it's on paper — and it's outlandish enough that it encourages her to continue, her thoughts darting between impossible dreams and honest reality. Salt , she thinks might not be quite as hard to find. Sugar, probably impossible. For now, they can hope for honey instead.

It goes on like that, growing more abstract as Kim lets herself dream. Milk, eggs, bread, twinkies , meat grinder, hamburgers, tomatoes, grains (seeds), grill (charcoal), gas, gas canisters (storage), duct tape, insulation foam (spray, sheet), toilet cleaner, toilet, hot water, plumbing, bathtub! , tarp, doors, ammunition, floodlights, security system, cans + string (security) —

Her flow is interrupted by a soft, distant thud somewhere upstairs. Kim listens for a few tense seconds, waiting to hear boots on the roof, the hiss of a walkie-talkie, or the slide-click of a gun being cocked. Without the cult, those fears go unrealized, and Kim slumps tiredly into her seat. She's just as paranoid about armed cultists tonight as she is about wild animals, although she's sure that's just her nightmare talking. Eden's Gate is nowhere near the threat it used to be.

The relief is short-lived, as is her solitude, when she hears an upstairs door click shut, followed by the sound of quick footsteps on the landing. The house is too old for any real attempt at stealth, but John tries to avoid the worst offending stairs on his way down. He only realizes Kim is there when he notices the candlelight, coming to an abrupt stop on the last step, one hand clutching the banister tight.

He's sweaty and out of sorts as he wipes his limp hair out of his face. "Oh," he rasps. "Kim."

He's surprised to see her. Kim should be surprised, too — it's one thing to know that John wanders the house at night, but it's another to see it happen in real-time. Honestly, she's barely phased by his appearance. John's sleep schedule has been bunker-erratic ever since Nick brought him home, and no amount of diurnal activity has managed to change it. If anything, Kim suspects he gets less sleep now than he did underground. It isn't for lack of trying, she's sure, but this isn't the first time she's heard him stumbling around in the dark. It's just the first time she's been in the same boat.

"Late night?" she asks.

John struggles once more with the hair in his eyes before giving up. "Just needed some air," he rasps, minding his volume. "Some water."

"Don't mind me," she replies, surprising herself with her own ambivalence. Knowing he moves around while they're sleeping is one thing, but seeing it should be upsetting. It should bother her when he avoids creaky floorboards on his way to help himself to their fresh water. It should make her angry to see him using their resources; at the very least, it should have upset her back when it began normalizing. But, honestly, it hadn't. Kim had just been relieved to see John acting like a person, and not just a haunted shell.

John wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, regarding Kim with deep uncertainty that Kim mostly makes out from his hunched shoulders and tense posture. He tries to hide just how lost he is, but Kim never misses it when he slips. It's not that she's sympathetic towards him, exactly, but she knows just enough about his history to want to pity him.

He doesn't speak, not even after the silence stretches out. Maybe he's waiting for her to make the first move?

The thought almost makes her laugh, but she still cuts him some slack. "Can't sleep either, huh?" she asks.

"Hardly ever," John replies, although he clearly isn't looking for reassurance. He takes a step away from the kitchen, hovering in the nebulous space between the table and the stairs. He's usually quick to leave Kim alone — quicker than he is with Nick, anyway — and so she appreciates the fact that he doesn't run now.

His voice cracks on its low pitch as he haltingly asks, "What are you doing?"

For just a second, Kim imagines giving John the cold shoulder and telling him it's none of his business. But the thought fades as quickly as it comes; it's replaced by the knowledge that John is just as dependent on the family's supplies as she is. Anything she needs, he'll also need. And besides, she's almost positive he'd been in control of the cult's supplies, which means he might have an idea of what they should realistically be looking for. He would know what the cult had planned to do, and she could probably translate that into useful advice.

"Just making a list," she sighs. It sounds stupid enough to make her wince, and she concedes with a joke, "You know, for the next time we're at Wal-Mart."

John huffs in amusement and approaches the table. Now that she's got an audience, Kim wants nothing more to do with the list, and so she pushes towards him before slumping back into her chair. Instead of the quick, distracted glance she had been expecting, John leans over to read it in full. The longer he reads, the more embarrassed Kim is of her late-night daydreaming, but he finishes with the list before she can grab it back.

"Some of these are... more manageable than others," he says, using the same kind of diplomacy he utilizes whenever Nick makes a particularly dumb comment.

"Uh, yeah ," she says, embarrassed even if she isn't surprised. "I know. It was just... taking up space in my head. I needed to write it down, otherwise, I'm going to be up all night."

Kim runs her hand through her hair, waiting for John to retreat as quickly as he'd arrived. Instead, John rereads the list once more. Kim can see his amusement much more plainly as he leans into the candlelight. It highlights the deep bags under his eyes as well, but who isn't carrying that particular mark of exhaustion these days?

"Ammunition isn't as high on the list as I'd imagined," he comments.

"We're okay on bullets for now," she replies. "And it's not like there's much to spare."

Whether or not that satisfies John, Kim isn't sure. He only hums in response, eyes roaming down the paper.

"I see you didn't bother to add more guns."

"We don't need more guns," Kim insists, although it's not strictly true. She's just hesitant to overwhelm the house with firearms. They've been getting on just fine with what they have — any more, and they might turn into a target themselves. One day, sure, they'll need to find something for Carmina to carry on her own, but that day is a long, long way away.

She doesn't need to explain herself to anyone, let alone John Seed, but as he watches her and waits for more, she feels compelled to justify herself. "I don't think we're going to find spare guns or ammunition just lying around, and I'm not about to take them by force. We've managed just fine with what we have."

"For now," John points out. "Things could change. It won't stay this calm forever."

"Why not?" Kim retorts, feeling childish and petulant as soon as the words leave her mouth. "Why do you even care? You're certainly not getting armed."

John clicks his tongue against his teeth. "It's not that," he says, only to abruptly roll over with a muttered, "Never mind."

If John thinks he can avoid the conversation that easily, he has another thing coming. "No, what is it?" she asks.

"It's nothing," he sighs, as if arrogantly dismissing her will keep Kim from pushing. When Kim only frowns unhappily back at him, he reluctantly relents. "Joseph had said taking your weapons was the only way we could ensure you wouldn't use them after the Collapse. And if we didn't lock them away, it would be all you would look for." He stares at the list, although Kim imagines his thoughts are about fifty miles away. "It's stunning how wrong he was about everything. But there are reminders everywhere."

John rarely speaks about Joseph; Kim hasn't heard him broach the subject of his own volition before. The only person who ever talks to him about his brother is Jerome, and those conversations are private and short. Having John bring him up with almost no needling feels like a step forward, even if it's only a small one. Even though John is anxious saying Joseph's name.

It's so easy to forget how much control Joseph had over John. Kim has to make a concentrated effort now and again to remind herself that Joseph hadn't only brainwashed normal, desperate people, but his own family. She can't imagine doing anything to Carmina or Nick that would turn them into the angry, anxious mess John had been even before the Collapse. Not even if it meant they would always do what they were told and would trust her implicitly. She couldn't bear it if Nick ever talked about her the way John talks about Joseph. It's late enough that Kim finds herself wondering how Joseph can even sleep at night.

"It's stupid," John says, taking Kim's contemplative silence as disapproval. "I should have known better."

He inhales, letting out a shaky breath, and closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, they're suspiciously shiny in the candlelight. It sparks a genuine pang of sympathy in Kim, but there's nothing she can say or do to help him. Nothing she's done so far has made an impact.

"Some of this is reasonable enough," John says, desperately trying to redirect the conversation back to the list. It's an obvious, flat-footed attempt to avoid a tender spot in his psyche, but Kim is willing to let it slide.

"Sure, eventually . But we're a long way off from hot baths and backyard barbecues, much less flour and sugar."

"Those are... less reasonable," he admits, dragging his finger across one of the harder to come by items. Still, he isn't nearly as deterred as she is. "But not everything is impossible to come by. Insulation, for one. Tarp, duct tape. Components like that should be easy enough to find." He taps his finger against the envelope. "And there still places to investigate. Root cellars nobody bothered to touch. Caches you never found. Things hidden in places you wouldn't know to look, especially if you weren't in the Project."

Frowning, Kim rereads a few of the items upside-down from her side of the table. "It's been almost nine years," Kim points out, reluctant to get her hopes up so easily. "Isn't it more likely that everything good has already been discovered?"

Still... John's mentioned secret Eden's Gate supplies before. Given the size of the project and how long they were operating in the county, it's not impossible that some of their hidden stashes haven't been found yet. And they were planning for the apocalypse, right? They'd likely have saved things that could last for a long time. John isn't wrong — more ammunition and more weapons would be helpful. At the very least, they could help arm other survivors.

"It wouldn't hurt to have a look, I guess," Kim relents after thinking it over. "How good is your memory?"

That earns her a rare, quiet chuckle from John. "Middling to poor," he admits, "Although if I had a map, it would help. It would make it easier to mark what I remember."

"To think, it only took nine years and an apocalypse for you to finally hand over the intel."

John huffs, but his response is only mildly offended. "Do you want what I have to offer, or not?"

"Don't be like that," Kim says, placating him with a smile. "It would be a big help. It'll help me sleep better, anyway."

It seems there's more on John's mind than Kim teasing him, since he takes the non-apology and moves on without a fight. "Jacob had caches buried for after the Reaping," he says. "They'll most likely be weapons, but he was... hard to read. It could be that he stored survival equipment in one. There were a few in the valley, but most of them would be in the mountains."

Kim shakes her head at that. "As far as I've heard, nobody's made it very far north. And the stories I have heard aren't good. The dam broke, so a lot of the area is flooded, and supposedly the radiation is still pretty bad."

John hums briefly as he considers the facts. He leans contemplatively over the list, and for a moment Kim wonders if this was a common occurrence for him before the Collapse. How many late nights did he spend bent over a map while his brothers watched and waited for his decisions? She has to suspect it was a lot, because this is the first time she's seen John look even remotely confident.

That confidence is clear in his voice as he remarks defiantly, "I suppose the valley will do until we get airborne again. Let flooding stop us then ."

"Oh, okay," Kim laughs, checking her volume before she lets her amusement wake up the rest of her family. "You are just like Nick. Neither of you are going to give up until you get back in the sky, huh?"

"Exactly," John replies. "I won't trust anybody else to do it. Realistically, a helicopter would be the best option..."

"Oh, right," Kim chuckles. " Realistically ."

John taps accusingly at the list and raises an eyebrow at her. "Less realistic than hot water and iodized table salt?"

If Kim didn't know better, she might think that John is actually teasing her. He normally saves that kind of attitude for Nick, who prefers arguing through and around problems. Kim, on the other hand, rarely has the energy to deal with avoidance tactics, and so she tends to demand his sincerity. Thankfully, the liminal time of just-about-three has softened her stance on the matter.

"Okay," she relents with a smile. "Sure. Might as well add helicopters to the list." It would be a pretty big get for them, all things considered. And anyway, John's right — Kim wouldn't trust flying in a plane jury-rigged together by anyone other than Nick.

But that's a resource that will come in the nebulous future, and Kim's too realistic to worry years in advance right now. There are more pressing concerns to deal with, first — like food, water and security. Any caches John can find will at least fulfill one of those priorities, although Kim can't imagine the cult storing anything other than ammunition and weapons. But even if the caches don't pan out, they might find valuable scrap, like logs for firewood, furniture they can re-purpose, or even old survivalist caches that nobody thought to dig up after the world ended. And now that there are four of them, Kim won't feel so uncomfortable when Nick wants to drive to the middle of nowhere looking for supplies.

Kim sighs with relief, feeling a weight roll off her back that she hadn't been trying to remove. "Things will be a lot easier if you can help us with supplies. And I'll feel better about Nick going out if he has somebody to watch his back."

John pulls the same face he usually makes when someone implies they trust him. Kim could ignore it — after all, John doesn't need to believe they trust them for it to be true. Too bad for him, it's too late at night for her to turn a blind eye. "Oh, get over it," she tells him, unable to help a lopsided smile at his offended scowl. "I seriously doubt you're planning on murdering us at this point. And I know Nick is smart enough to knock the crap out of you if he thinks you've changed your mind."

"I won't," John immediately replies.

Kim believes him, if only because there's nobody left for John to rely on other than them. "Good. Because if I can trust you, that means I won't worry about Nick when he decides to go farther than town. It means we can spend more meaningful time with Carmina, too. Anyway, Nick likes bossing you around, and you like being bossed around, so everybody wins."

John ducks his head, embarrassed, but Kim laughs to let him know she's only teasing. "Seriously," she says, relenting for his benefit, "It does help. It's good to have somebody else to rely on."

"I... want to be helpful," John replies, although Kim suspects that he might be confusing his wants and needs again. It's not quite a compulsion anymore, but even John's most heated attempts to argue about a job end with him rolling over quick. He hasn't outright refused to do something, and Kim doesn't think he ever will, if only to prove to himself one more time that he might actually be capable of change.

It might get annoying one day, but for now, Kim can respect his intense desire to make amends. She just wishes he would accept some form of gratitude or praise in return, to make it less awkward on her end.

Kim rests her hands momentarily on the tabletop, tapping her fingers briefly against the wood. "Okay," she softly declares, "I think I'm going to try to get back to sleep." Whatever she winds up dreaming about now, she's pretty sure it won't be the same awful nightmare again — and that's at least partially because of John's intervention. She figures it's worth telling him as much. "You made a pretty good distraction, so thanks."

He nods immediately in response. "Of course," he replies, momentarily bewildered as he checks Kim's expression for signs of sarcasm or annoyance. His posture relaxes as Kim stands, although Kim imagines his relief is temporary. He's pretty good at working himself up into anxious frenzies — staying out of them is another matter entirely.

"Try to get some sleep yourself, okay?" Kim suggests.

There's no way John means it when he says, "I will," but at least he's willing to placate her instead of getting mad at her being concerned in the first place.

"And try not to wake up Carmina."

John nods affirmatively. Kim's positive that he'll sneak outside once she's gone upstairs, but at least he's waiting patiently for her to leave. If it weren't for her returning exhaustion, Kim might've used him as an excuse to do her own late-night workout, but it'll have to do to merely turn a blind eye to him edging around her rule about going out after dark alone. Kim and Nick have both been woken up by the exterior doors, but John never goes beyond the planters out back, and he always closes up when he comes back in. Kim could call him out on it, but... well, it seems like he needs the freedom.

Kim says goodnight and is mildly surprised when John returns it without any lingering sarcasm. He must be pretty tired, but that's not really a surprise. Hopefully, he'll try to take some of her concern to heart, or at least pretend for her sake.

Although Carmina is definitely still asleep when Kim returns to the bedroom, Nick is watching her with bleary-eyed curiosity. He waits until she's closed the door to speak up, and even then it's a dull, quiet whisper.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He doesn't mind waiting for Kim to creep back to bed before she answers. "It is," she tells him, gratefully crawling into bed as he opens his arms for her. He folds his arms over her shoulders, letting her wiggle into a comfortable spot before she explains in a whisper. "I needed to move around, and John came downstairs. That's all."

"Hope he wasn't a creep," Nick mumbles into her hair. Kim sighs laughingly into his collarbone, which is already sticking to her cheek with sweat. There's no way she's going to be wrapped up in Nick's arms all night, not when it's this hot, but she'll appreciate it while she's got it.

"Not yet," Kim says. "Just talking about supplies." She presses a kiss to Nick's shoulder and whispers, "We'll talk about it in the morning."

Nick hums happily into Kim's hair. "Sounds good to me," he mumbles. The less they talk about John Seed, the better, after all. Especially right now, when they're tangled up in bed with their daughter snoring next to them; there's no room for serious conversation, and there's absolutely no room for John. There's no space for the nightmares that woke her, either; as Kim falls asleep, Nick's hand tangled up in her hair, she thankfully forgets everything save for a warm, melancholy amber glow.

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‘we’re not rivals, it’s not poetic, it’s just a drink.’ for our trash boys Rex and Cyrus (idk it just made me think of them haha)

This has been sitting in my inbox for almost two years I am so sorry 😬

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It took only a single look at the poor bastard, sprawled out over the bed in abject exhaustion, breathing heavily with his mouth wide open, for Rexus to know definitively what must be done.

He lifted a handful of olives from a pouch on his belt, popped one into his mouth, and launched another across the room, where it instead bounced off of Cyrus’s forehead.

Shit.  

Rexus froze.  The man stirred, grunting and shifting around, but didn’t wake, and Rexus had no sooner relaxed than he readied another projectile.  The tip of his tongue slipped out the side of his mouth as he concentrated hard on his target, rocking his harm forward and back again a few times before he let it go.

Closer this time, but the olive hit his upper teeth and settled onto his chest, instead.  Clearly less than ideal, since not only was he down to his last olive, but the disturbance had caused Cyrus to close his mouth completely.  Ah, well.  He did��need the man conscious if things were to go as planned, he supposed.  He raised his arm one more time, and threw the final olive as hard as he could at Cyrus’s face.

The sound he made as he jolted awake alone was worth the effort.

Rexus snickered to himself, and chewed on his fingernails while watching the man scramble out of the bed and hunt fruitlessly for something he could use as a weapon.

“Oh, relax, will you?  It’s only me.”

There was a pang of recognition in the way Cyrus just...stopped.  Rexus had found his half-hearted disguise of simply not shaving his face or trimming his hair quite effective since adopting it, but it seemed there was no mistaking his voice.  It was almost flattering, really.  Still somewhat groggy, Cyrus blinked hard a few times, and rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms, leaving behind a mix of an almost hopeful disbelief and seething, unadulterated rage that the former would not, in fact, hold water.

“I..wh...WHAT?!?” Cyrus finally blurted out, his voice rising an amusing octave or so as he threw his arms out to the sides.  “What the fuck???” 

Rexus beamed, and braved the Orlesian’s confused anger to pull him into a strong hug, and slapped him hard on his back a few times.  "And I am positively thrilled to see you, too!”  

Amid muffled, profanity-laden protest, Cyrus fumbled for a good spot for his hands to push, hard, sending Rexus staggering backward, and held the space between them with an angry, pointed finger.  

“I have NEVER been thrilled to see you!”  

Kaffas, but he was a terrible liar.  

“What an incredibly rude thing to say, Guillaume."

“Cyrus.”  

Every.  Time.

“Of course, that’s what I said.”

If Cyrus rolled his eyes any harder, they’d have threatened to roll right out through his mouth.  A rough downward shake of his hands followed, as if trying to rid himself of Rexus’ hug residue, often the last thing he did before saying precisely what he was about to say.  

“Why are you even here?  I told you last time I never wanted to see your fucking face again.”  

Rexus folded his arms in front of him, and tapped a terribly unconvincingly pensive finger against his chin.  “Did you?”  

He had.  And the time before.  And the time before that.  The last several times, actually, now that he thought about it.  Cyrus caught the knowing glint in his eyes, apparently, if the clench in his jaw and the audible squeezing of his fists were any indication.  Watching the muscles in his arms tense and one fist slowly start to raise, Rexus scoffed and raised his own, half in anticipatory defense and half to give the appearance of simply shrugging him off.

“Now, now...” he said, and took a step forward.  Closing the distance wouldn’t be that easy, as Cyrus’s eyes grew rounder and rounder, his fist somehow able to ball even tighter and pull backwards like an archer nocking an arrow.  His whole posture wafted a distinct sense of I’ll do it, I mean it!, and Rexus...Rexus was already bored.     

He took another step, and Cyrus made good on his silent threats, though the rush was beginning to wear off now.  Rexus dodged the sleep-addled swing easily, and pressed a flat palm against the air between them when he raised it again.  “No, none of that.”  Evidently speaking to him like he was some sort of child did little to assuage his aggression, and Rexus skipped backwards with both of his hands raised in front of him, now fully on the defenssive.  “That’s all ancient history by now, yes?  Let’s just...go downstairs for a bit, have a drink, and maybe you’ll feel better.” 

Truthfully, Cyrus should have expected him to say something like that, but his face scrunched into that distinctively unattractive mess of an are you fucking kidding me? look.  The same one being able to accurately predict had won Rexus several lucrative bets.  At least the disbelief returned to the forefront, and his fists slowly began to relax and lower.  One of his hands found its way to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose the way he always did before asking Rexus a question to which he undoubtedly already knew the answer.  

"You...broke into my room, in the middle of the night...to get a drink??”

Rexus laid one hand over a low chuckle, as though it would do any better at keeping it in his mouth than his teeth.  “Honestly, would that really surprise you?”  It was a rather tame accusation, if he was being perfectly honest.  Also, partly untrue; Rexus would gladly admit his alleged deeds if he’d actually done them - well, no, even that wasn’t always true - but he would rise from the dead out of sheer indignance to defend himself from decidedly false ones.  

“And I didn’t break in; I was already here.”

Cyrus stared at him like he was as crazy as that sounded, now that he heard it out loud.  

“What?”

“Innkeeper here is a bit, uh...” Rexus twirled his finger next to his head and whistled, crossing his eyes.  “Nuts.  Forgot he already rented this room, apparently.  I suppose that means it was you, in fact, who broke into my room.” 

Clearly, the finger and the whistle hadn’t had the desired effect, as Cyrus continued staring blankly after he finished, long enough to make Rexus wonder if perhaps he hadn’t finally broken the poor man.

“Bullshit,” he spat. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”  He flattened his hand over his pocket, with, Rexus noted with great amusement, a momentary widening of his eyes - begging whichever divine being would listen that whatever he expected to be there would be there.  It was, and he produced a small iron key, waving it triumphantly in front of him.  “I have a key, you idiot.”

“Oh, dear...” Rexus gasped, and slowly dragged the hand that covered it from his mouth to his pocket, where, after several unsuccessful attempts and a few undignified grunts, produced a key of his own.  “So do I.”  He pointed to a ratty canvas rucksack, haphazardly tossed in front of the nightstand on the side of the bed opposite the door.  “That’s my pack, there.”  

If Cyrus believed even a sliver of that, his face was no indication.  It never was, though, and he always did.  Rexus, assuming that look was meant to convince him he wasn’t convinced, simply shrugged, slowly pacing around the room.  “I was just minding my own business like a good boy when you staggered in, fell over, and passed out on the bed before I even had time to turn around.  I must’ve stood in that corner for ages before I said to myself, ‘Rexus, this...is a sign.’”  He leaned against the bedpost, waggling his eyebrows.  “I’ll assume you remember the rest.”

“Like the Void.” 

So much for being convincing, he supposed.  Not that he’d expected to be.  He had expected Cyrus to stay angry, but...perhaps it had just been that long since he’d seen him, but the tense creases in his brow when he looked at him like that weren’t the same.  They didn’t irresistibly beg to be traced into funny little pictures as they tensed even further at the audacity it took to draw trees on his forehead when he was angry.  This time, it was just that, just...angry.  And it stayed angry.  

“That’s...this is ridiculous,” Cyrus finally barked.  “You want a drink so bad, you go yourself.  Do whatever you want.  The only place I’m going right now is back to bed.”  With the kind of resolve one has spent years mastering and even more years waiting for a chance to use it, he turned to do exactly that, but, perhaps realizing he’d left himself open for it, faced Rexus again a split second later, pointing a taut finger.  “That wasn’t an invitation.”

Rexus snickered to himself, but found himself forced to do it.  Even after all this time, some things just...would never change.  The thought tasted bitter in his mouth, that Cyrus would just be relegated to the pile of people who would always be angry with him, even more so because none of them, especially not him, ended up there without cause.  More still because only a few short years ago, he’d have shrugged this off without it lingering in his mind in the slightest.  Whether that was out of frustration that it lingered now or regret that it hadn’t before, he couldn’t say, which was perhaps worst of all.

Of course, Rexus was telling the truth this time, but what had he ever done before that would have Cyrus believe him now?  Nothing, that’s what.  Nothing, and he would go on not believing him until the sun burnt itself out unless Rexus did something very, very unlike himself, very quickly.  

He breathed out a long sigh, adjusted his belt, and tented his fingers in front of his chest to signify that this time, he was serious.

"All right, I didn’t want to have to do this, but...” he began, and drew in another deep breath, which would have been exaggerated if he hadn’t actually needed it this time.  “Look.  Cyrus.  I’m going to be perfectly honest with you.  I wasn’t expecting to run into you here any more than you would’ve expected to see me, but...I’m glad.  It’s been a long time, and I am glad to see you.  Truly.  You and I?  We’re not rivals.  It’s not ‘poetic’.  It’s just a drink.  No hidden motives, no jobs, no roping you into anything else, just...a drink.  With a friend.  That’s all.”  

Cyrus stood sort of limp beside the bed.  His head hung somewhat to the side, lazily wandering back and forth, like he was far too exhausted to properly shake his head no.  Or, perhaps, because he didn’t really want to.  Rexus could hope.  

“Besides, in all fairness, I paid for that bed first, and at some point I’m going to need to sleep myself.  Do you truly want to be in my bed when that happens, or would you rather have the chance to be in a different one?”

Now, Cyrus could shake his head just fine.  And maybe, just maybe, with a hint of a smile.

“Fine.  Just a drink.”  

For now, that would do.  Rexus smiled, probably the kindest smile he’d ever given him, and offered his hand.  Not without some lingering reluctance, Cyrus shook it, and Rexus gestured for him to lead the way.

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Drive Her Crazy || Part VI

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x OFC/Reader

Summary: AU. Meet Wanda, the new ‘It’ girl. She’s built her social standing as a social influencer through Instagram and vlogging on Youtube. Queen Bee in her social circle, she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. She’s perfect, you think. Girls like that require a little finesse, and you’re ready to play the game.

Warnings: Non-healthy relationship, psychological games, eventual smut. 18+ only.

Note: Some real shit be happening. This is an extremely long chapter on the count that I have poor planning skills and will be trying to conclude this 10 parts total haha 

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V 

PART VI of X

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“No, that’s wonderful. Of course. Yes. If you could send it over to me. Thank you again.” 

You sigh as you hang up your phone, a huge smile on your face. You had finally gotten your present for Wanda. She was going to be so ecstatic. A couple of weeks had passed by so quickly. 

That night after Wasteland, you and Wanda had stayed out all night, even falling asleep a little at the pier. When you had dropped Wanda at home, the two of you could see the lights on, indicating that Vision was awake, most likely waiting for her. 

You gave her a soft smile and told her she could text or call you later. You met up with her a couple days after to help plan her party. She was renting out a venue as it was going to be a big gathering. All of her friends and work friends were going to be there. She needed help choosing catering and a live band. She had shown up at the meeting spot with a huff which caused you to raise your brow at her.

She confided to you that Vision and her have been fighting a lot more lately. It just seemed that Vision was on edge but wouldn’t say why that was, and she couldn’t figure it out.

You, of course, offered her comfort, which she soaked up greedily. You could only suspect why Vision was on edge. Wanda was spending a lot of time with you, drawing away from him. You didn’t interact with him enough for him to consider you just her ‘gal pal.’ 

You told Wanda to not worry about the live band, you would take care of that. As for the catering, you scheduled tastings that day to see which one would be best. The experience had you thinking that it felt like you were doing wedding things together. Wanda seemed to enjoy herself as well, often feeding you a spoonful of the dishes to see your opinion. 

When you had finished the catering, she told you everything else was handled, so you went to get desert together. Wanda had seemed to finally resign to the fact that you were always going to pay when you were together. 

In the middle of eating and chatting, your phone began to go off. When you looked at your phone, you saw that it was Natasha that was calling you. She had been pretty busy with some kind of work emergency with Tony. You gave Wanda an apologetic smile as you picked the call. Wanda pursed her lips, stirring her ice cream in her cup a little as she watched you talk on the phone. 

Natasha says the crisis had been averted and invited you to have dinner with her. You agreed and hung up the phone. When you told Wanda it was time to go as you needed to get ready for your date with Natasha, she seemed like she was going to say something but stopped herself. 

In the car, she had asked you outright if you were now dating Natasha. You told her vaguely it was just a date, neither indicating if you wanted to date the redhead or not.

Since then, Wanda had been a little silent, which had you smirking.

As it was nearing the day of the party, you had lunch with Natasha again at her request. You had brought some takeout and was currently carrying it to her office. 

When you arrived at Stark Towers, a security guard named Happy checked you down before allowing you through.

“Miss Romanoff is on the 30th floor, room 204.”

You thanked him and took your guest pass to the elevator. There was an automated voice in the elevator asking which floor you would like.

You knew Tony Stark was an inventor, but even you were impressed with what he has built and achieved.

Knocking on the door, you heard Natasha’s soft voice telling you to enter. She smiled when she saw you.

“Hey, stranger,” she greeted you with her husky voice and a soft jilt her lips. You looked around her office and whistled as you put down the food. Not shabby at all.

“Stranger?” You said with an amused tone. “We saw each other two days ago.”

“Maybe that’s too long,” Natasha quipped back, getting up to stand right in front of you. You quirk your lips at her, tilting your head slightly downwards to capture her lips in a soft kiss as you put her hand on the juncture of her jaw and neck. Natasha leaned into it, putting her arms around your waist. 

When you both pulled back, the redhead sighed with a soft smile. “Tell me again why we aren’t officially dating?”

You chuckle at her, pulling away to unpack the food. “Pretty sure it was you that said you had a lot going on currently and wanted to take things slow.”

You had started to officially see Natasha for about two weeks now. It was at a late-night dinner over at her place that she kissed you. The kisses had gotten so heated, but before anything else could happen, the redhead stopped. You then learned that she and Bruce had dated seriously and they had just recently broken up.

She was still trying to get over it and wanted to take things slow and slow meant that she wanted to keep whatever you had going on a secret. That had changed your plans a little in the sense that it was hardly benefiting you if Wanda didn’t know.

Still, it wasn’t completely useless. Timing is everything, you reminded yourself. 

“Huh,” Natasha hummed. “Now why would I go and say that?”

You just chuckled at her joke, handing a bowl of food over to her and settled into a seat.

“So,” Natasha said, scooping some food into her mouth sitting on the armrest of the chair you were in. “Wanda’s party is next Saturday. What did you get her?”

“It’s going to be a surprise,” you tell Natasha. Since Wanda had confided in you that she had yet to share with anyone else about her aspiration on becoming an actress, you were going to be giving her present in private most likely.

“A surprise? Even from me?” Natasha asked with a quirk of her brow.

You nodded your head, chewing your food. When you looked at her expression, you put your food down, sighing as you pulled her into your lap.

“Hey, don’t make that face,” you tell Natasha, pinching her hip lightly and she wriggles in your hold.

“I would tell you, but it’s in relation to something Wanda told me in confidence. As a friend, I really value that.” When you say that, Natasha could only sigh lightly with a smile, wrapping her arms around your neck and kisses you softly.

“You really are a good friend to her,” Natasha says, respect in her tone and you smile back. With that, the two of you resume eating, making small chat.

“Vision has been bragging about his gift,” Natasha says after you both discuss what the other group members are getting her. 

“Oh, really? What’s he getting her?” You say with a bit of an amused huff. 

“Oh, he’s not getting her anything. He has apparently written her a song and is arranging to play it at her party in the evening. He’s literally telling everyone about it. Wanda is such a huge sucker for romantic gestures like that, so she’s basking in the accolades everyone is giving her. I think they might finalize their wedding date soon.” Natasha says, finishing up her food and putting it on the table.

There’s a momentary pause in you, but you continue on as normal to avoid Natasha being suspicious. 

“Oh, that’s really romantic,” you say. The topic changes and you continue the afternoon with Natasha as normal, kissing her goodbye and promising to call later when she’s off work. 

The moment you leave, your expression falls. Your jaw in a tight line as you get into your car.

You can’t let Vision play for Wanda at her party, it would really put a wrench in your plan if Wanda is swept off her feet by him.

No.

Not when you were so close. 

It would be a small price to pay, but nothing and no one would stop you from having Wanda.

It was time to call in a favor that was owed to you.

Throwing your Bluetooth headset, you dialed a number and drove off.

“Hey, it’s me. I heard you’re in the city. Come have dinner with me tonight, my treat.”

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You arrive at the restaurant in the evening. It was at a high-end restaurant that you had arranged for the meeting. The greeter at the front took your name, immediately leading you to one of the VIP rooms in the back. As he opened the door, you found you weren’t the first to arrive. 

“Hey,” you greet, with a smile. “It’s been a while, Charles. How’s the missus?”

He was a tall man, clean cut in every way possible, and a charming smile. A waiter comes and Charles orders for the both of you as you take a seat across from him.

“It’s been a hot minute,” Charles agrees. “Cheryl is doing great. How have you been? I can’t imagine that you’re here just to catch up.”

You give him a cunning grin. “Right down to business as always, Charles. You need to relax. I can’t even imagine how you’re an A&R manager like that.”

The man chuckles, adjusting his tie a little looser. “Oh trust me, I can relax plenty. But, you never come to see me unless you want something. You usually just email me what projects you’re working on and prefer that I just email you regarding any interviews or sponsorships.”

The waiter returns with a bottle of wine, pouring it for the two of you before leaving it in the ice bucket. You give the waiter a smile of thanks, taking the glass and taking a gentle sip.

“Well, I suppose you’re not wrong. I want you to sign someone on.”

Charles raises his eyebrow at you, clearly intrigued as he takes a sip from his own glass. You pull out your phone and already have Vision’s SoundCloud up. You press play, watching as Charles expression changes as he listens.

“I hope you’re kidding,” Charles asks, dead expression in his eyes.

“Not in the slightest,” You tell Charles. “Lyrics aside, he has a good physique, decent musical ability, and sings well. Ghostwriters are popular these days anyway.”

Charles eyes you with the tilt of his head and arms crossed. “Is there a particular reason you want to sign this person on?”

You nod, leaning back and crossing your legs. Your hand grabs a strand of your hair and twirls it. “He’s in the way of what I want.”

Charles sighs, rubbing his eyes blearily. “I don’t know about this, he could be a total waste.”

“Total waste or not, you owe me. You got where you are today because I chose you out of everyone else to sign me on to this label. That got you the bonus you needed to pay for Cheryl’s surgery.” You eye him from across the table and watch as he purses his lips and sighs in resignation. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll sign him on with a six-month contract and see where it goes.”

“One year,” you tell him. Six months was too short, in your opinion, and a lot could happen in one year. You wanted him to go on tour by then.

Charles scrunches his nose but nods. “Alright, fine. We’re even after this?”

You nod at him. “We’re even. Contact Vision next Saturday and get him to sign on.”

You spin your wine glass at the stem delicately between your fingers. “Celebrate. Make sure he understands this is his one shot and keep him busy the entire night.” 

Charles chuckles and nods just as the food is coming in. “Alright, will do. You’ve got a strange way of getting rid of things that are in your way. What if he actually becomes big?”

You smile sardonically, “I’ll make sure to send him a congratulations card signed by my girlfriend and me. She’s his biggest supporter.”

“Oh, you’ve got yourself a new girlfriend?” Charles asks, smiling at you.

“If all goes well, I will.”

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The day of the party, you woke up early. You delicately wrapped Wanda’s present and set it aside. Wanda had called you soon after frantically panicking about something going wrong today, so you had to spend some time calming her down and reassuring her that everything was fine and that you’d even call the hotel, the catering, and the band to triple check everything. 

The gathering was supposed to happen at 5pm tonight, so you made time to bring lunch to Natasha who told you she would meet you there as she might be a little late from work with Tony. Deciding to show up an hour earlier, you approached the venue to see Wanda running around to make sure everything was okay.

The venue was outside with a beautiful view and stage and dancing floor set up. There were flower decorations and poles with a box on top to hold a fire inside for when it got dark or cold. There were string LED lights set up as well for when it got dark.

You approach her, putting her hand on her shoulder to settle her down. 

“Hey, birthday girl,” you call, and Wanda looked so relieved to see you. “Where’s the fire?”

Wanda wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you into a tight hug. “Oh my god, this is a disaster. The catering company just let me know they’re going to be late. I don’t know what to do when people get here, and there’s going to be no food.”

You rub Wanda’s back soothingly and get her to sit in a chair. “Alright, just sit here and relax. I’m going to get someone to bring you a drink. It’s your birthday, and I feel like you running around like a chicken without its head is hardly what a birthday girl should be doing. Just let me handle this. Where’s Vision?”

Wanda leans back in her chair while you call over a server. “He’s practicing his song for tonight. He should be here when the party starts.”

You nod your head, opting to not say anything. The server comes back with a drink in hand that you pass over to Wanda. “Just sit here and relax a little, okay? Why don’t you make sure everyone you’ve invited will be here?”

Wanda nods to you with a grateful smile as you gently graze your finger on her cheek and walk off. 

Within 45 minutes, you have everything solved and walk back to Wanda, who is just finishing getting off the phone. 

“Hey,” Wanda says as you take a seat next to her, drinks in hand. “What’s going on?”

You hand her another drink and lean back in your seat with a sigh. “It’s solved. I called the catering company who is going to give you a partial refund. I arranged the hotel to serve appetizers that your guests can grab around those tables in the back there. That should probably hold them over until the catering arrives at least.”

Wanda sighs in relief, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Oh, thank God. How much extra is that going to cost?”

You wave your hand off at her, “Don’t even worry about that.”

“No!” Wanda says to you. “You seriously can’t.”

You just smile at her, elbow against the table as your rest your temple against your fist. “Happy Birthday, Wanda.”

“So, is this my birthday present? You saving me from disaster again?” Wanda asks with a smile on her face and eyes twinkling.

“Oh, God no,” you laugh. “That’d be too tacky.” 

You chat for another couple minutes, but Wanda tells you she’s going to go change as she booked a room at the hotel for tonight. 

It isn’t long before she’s back and some of the guests start to arrive. You recognize some of them as other social influencers Wanda has taken pictures with or was in a video with. She has photographers and brand representatives she’s worked with before. Some of her personal friends outside of the ones you’ve already met arrive as well. 

The room is beginning to fill up, and the appetizers arrive just in time for the guests along with the band who are playing live music. 

Wanda is flitting around, socializing with everyone while you’re watching the hotel workers gather the insane amount of presents into one corner. 

God, this is bigger than a wedding. 

Soon enough, you see Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Thor, and Clint arrive. There are some other people that you don’t recognize with them. They walk up to you first as Wanda is lost within the crowd somewhere.

“This is so Wanda,” Clint comments with a smile and shake of his head. 

They introduce you to the people they brought with them, but honestly, the names just fly over your head since there are so many of them.

As a group, you go in search for Wanda who is currently chatting with a group of girls. As soon as she sees you guys, she turns back to the girls to say she’ll see them later and runs to guys. She immediately hugs Clint first before the rest of the group.

“Jeeze Wanda, did you invite all of California to your party?” Steve says as he hugs her. 

Wanda just laughs as they pull back. “C’mon, you know this is nowhere to Tony’s parties.”

The group seems to mumble in agreement with her. Hovering over the appetizer table, they’re all making conversation when you notice at the door Natasha, Tony, and Pepper walk in half an hour later.

They make their way over to your and Natasha hugs everyone first before saving you for last. 

“Hey,” you greet softly in her ear.

“Hey, yourself,” Natasha greets back with a smile. 

“You look amazing,” you tell the redhead, not even subtly eyeing her in a way that makes everyone look at the two of you. 

“Jesus, get a room,” Clint teases, but Natasha only smirks her lips in response.

You look at Wanda from your peripheral to see that she’s undoubtedly not smiling, but no one is currently looking at her right now.

Another half-hour passes and the catering arrives to serve everyone food. It’s you and the original gang sitting together at the table, except Vision. 

At this point, Wanda looks half irritated, and half worried that she stands up to go call to see where her fiancé is. 

When she comes back, she looks more excited but still a little irritated. 

“Where’s Vision?” Tony asks. “Isn’t he performing his undying love for you tonight?”

Wanda gives a smile as she looks at everyone, “Apparently, he got a call from an agent at a record label saying they discovered his SoundCloud. They want to meet up with him immediately to see if he will sign on because they’re flying out tonight.”

Everyone’s cheering, including yourself.

“That is the most amazing news, Wanda! Will he still be able to make it tonight?” Thor asks with his booming voice and cheery smile. 

Wanda nods, “Oh, yeah. He promised for sure that he was going to be able to make it back in time.”

You only smile as you eat your food, checking your phone discreetly at you do.

Going over the contract in excruciatingly full detail. Celebrating will be right after all night. You’re welcome. 

You read the text and put your phone away. The evening falls into the night as the band plays and everyone’s mingling and dancing. You had a couple guys approach you that you quickly shot down. Then a couple girls would approach you before Natasha would come and scare them off.

“A little territorial, aren’t we?” You tease the redhead as she huffs. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt?” She deadpans, and you have to contain your laughter because you don’t think she would appreciate it. 

You grab her hand and pull her on the dance floor. You hold her hand in one, your other hand settling on her back at the base of her spine while her hand settles on your shoulder near the bottom of your neck. 

You lead her through the rhythm and steps, smiling as you do so. As you turn, you can see Wanda watching the two of you from afar along with the gang.

“Is this too much?” You ask softly. “Might get exposed at this rate.”

Natasha’s lips curl upward in a seductive smile, her lips ghosting over your own. “Every secret gets revealed eventually.”

More people start to fill the dance floor. You eventually split up from Natasha as Bucky grabs her for a dance. You danced with Steve who looked really nervous and stepped on your toes a couple times, but you reassured him and guided him through the steps. By the end of it, he was still a little robotic, but at least he wasn’t stepping on your toes. You danced with Thor, who was just a whirlwind on the floor, completely confident in guiding his partner. You were almost dizzy by the time you landed in Clint’s arms.

“So,” he starts. “You and Natasha?”

You just grin at him if this was the attempt of his protective friend talk.

“Maybe,” you say. “She’s a complicated gal.”

“You don’t seem so simple yourself,” Clint comments as his eyes move over to Wanda. 

You had to give it to him for being so perceptive. But you were sure he didn’t know quite exactly what was going on.

“No one is ever just simple,” you finally say. Wanda finishes her dance with Tony and is making her way over to the two of you.

“Just remember everything doesn’t have to be difficult either,” Clint tells you as Wanda interrupts the two of you.

“Alright, Clint, I had my birthday dance with you. She’s the only one left who owes me one.” Wanda says, and Clint looks at you but still defers to Wanda with a smile and nod.

You hold her the same way you did with Natasha, but Wanda scoots much closer to you. 

“So you and Natasha?” Wanda asks, and you let out a light chuckle.

“That seems to be the big question tonight, but I think we should focus on you today. It is your special day, after all.”

Wanda looks at you with a slight pout. “It’s my birthday, so you will answer my questions.”

You just smile at her, twirling her around.

“It’s undefined,” you confess as she comes back into your arms. You swear you could hear a sigh of relief.

“When did that even happen?” Wanda asks as if she was trying to recall all the times she saw the two of you together.

“About three weeks ago, when I had dinner with her. She wants to take it slow and slow meant keeping it a secret and undefined.”

Wanda frowns, “That doesn’t seem very fair to you.”

You just shrug, swaying with Wanda as you glide her across the dance floor. 

“It is what is.”

To stop Wanda from inquiring anymore, you twirl her in your arms before dipping her slightly as you hold her up with your hand on her back.

The song ends, so you pull her back up with a smirk since her cheeks are lightly dusted pink.

Natasha comes up at the moment, putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Drinks?” She asks, and you nod, dropping Wanda’s hand and telling her you’d see her later.

You walk off with Natasha. She looked a little tense, but you assumed that was because of her last dance with Bruce. He had been staring on and off at you and Natasha ever since you had first danced with her.

It was now a delicate situation for you. It was clear that there were a lot of things left unsaid between Natasha and Bruce, but Natasha still liked you.

Perhaps seeing Natasha move on with someone was more surprising to Bruce than he thought would affect him.

If you played this right, you could probably keep whatever you had going on with Natasha long enough before Bruce snapped and went back for Natasha.

It was a mystery on how Natasha would react to that though.

It occurred to you that you really had no idea how to read Natasha clearly. You weren’t lying to Clint when you said she was a complicated person. 

Perhaps if you could have normal relationships, Natasha would be the perfect person for you.

But you couldn’t. 

It didn’t appeal to you. 

“Damn, Vision is pushing it kind of close,” Natasha said, pulling you out of your thoughts as she ordered drinks for the two of you. You looked around and could hear some of the people commenting on how Vision was missing. 

Some of the girls who came along definitely were more jealous of Wanda than a friend. It was like they were rooting for her embarrassment.

The night continued on but as the time came closer, Wanda began to get more stressed as she was trying to find out where Vision was. He had neither texted or called her. Still, she continued on, believing that her fiancé would show up like he had promised.

It was the last half-hour before Vision was supposed to play for Wanda. The birthday girl was calling him, but it kept going to voicemail.

“Oh my god,” Wanda whispered, putting her hand to her forehead. “Where the hell is he?”

The rest of the group looked unhappy and tried to reach the man themselves, but the same thing happened as it kept ringing until it went to voicemail.

Wanda could hear some of the whispers of her guest that Vision was missing and some backhanded comments made her clench her jaw.

“This is so embarrassing,” Wanda said, turning to face the group, so she didn’t have to hear the comments as much.

The combination of her hurt, disappointed, and embarrassed expression really did break your heart. 

“Maybe something happened? I’ll call to see if there have been any accidents on the road or if he checked into any hospitals.” Clint said as he walked off with Steve and Bucky, and raised his phone to his ear. 

Fifteen minutes later, they came back with reluctant expressions.

“Nothing,” Clint said with an apologetic expression.

Wanda sighed, taking a seat at the table in front of the stage and shaking her head. “Just...tell the band to keep playing, I guess. I’ll end the party soon.”

Wanda watches as you whisper something to Natasha and walk off. Everyone is trying to comfort her, but she can’t help but feel so flustered. Vision had literally made such a big deal that he wrote her a song for her birthday and was so excited to perform it for her. He had gone and told everyone when she was inviting people to her birthday.

She was excited to hear him play for her. He had been so weird with her lately, and this was such a romantic gesture. She was basking in the congratulations she was getting.

He had talked about wanting to finalize a date for their wedding and Wanda had actually hesitated in her mind briefly before agreeing they should.

Why did she hesitate? She wanted to say she didn’t know, but if she were honest with herself, your electric eyes popped up in her mind. 

She found herself obsessing over you ever so slowly. What were you doing? Why was Natasha calling you again? God, why did you treat her so good? Did you treat Natasha this good? Why did your hands feel so hot on her?

Wanda looked at her phone again to see if Vision was returning any of her texts. God, if he isn’t seriously injured, she was going to be so pissed at him.

She could hear some girls snicker behind her again, and she closed her eyes. Damn, being a social influencer could be hallowing sometimes.

Suddenly, there was some noise from the stage and a cough into the mic that made Wanda snap her head up. She found you, in your Lady Phantom mask standing up there. You were still in your same outfit though, so people who had seen and interacted with you earlier in the day knew it was you.

You stood up there, holding a ukelele a little awkwardly as you’re more used to standing behind a DJ stand.

“Hello, everyone,” you greeted into the mic, and you heard a couple cheers from the people who recognized you or was a fan of Lady Phantom. 

“I’m Lady Phantom, here to perform for a very, very special birthday girl. It’s no original, so forgive me, but it’s most certainly dedicated to you. Happy Birthday, Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda could hear the excited whispering from her guests and friends. People had pulled their phones as Lady Phantom has never sung before, nevermind singing live. 

She watched as you turned around, signaling the band and then started to strum your ukelele.

Wanda recognized the riff immediately. She couldn’t believe you. You were playing Riptide by Vance Joy, her favorite song she mentioned in passing on the night in the Palm Desert.

I was scared of dentists and the dark I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations Oh, all my friends are turning green You're the magician's assistant in their dreams

You kept eye contact with Wanda the entire time, your voice was melodic in a way no one would’ve ever guessed. Though you didn’t possess a wide vocal range and not technically adept, this song was perfect for you. You were a little breathy, and it made Wanda’s heart skip a beat. 

Wanda laughed as you winked at her, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe you were doing this for her. Saving her from disaster once more. People around her were whispering about how it was possible to get Lady Phantom to sing for her. It outshined the news that her fiancé didn’t show up. People were so vapid that they were more amazed by a hotshot DJ was here singing rather than a heartful performance from a nobody.

Wanda looked over to see Natasha watching, looking a little conflicted as it was evident that you were only focusing on Wanda. 

And it made her feel smug. 

Wanda looked back at you as you sang with your eyes closed, strumming the ukelele and tapping your foot.

You opened your eyes, looking right at Wanda. This was for her.

Everything was for her. 

I can't have it, I can't have it any other way

The background noises faded out, people were blurring away as you looked at her with an intensity that forced her to only see you. 

I swear she's destined for the screen Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh

You smiled as you sang that line, and Wanda was smiling back at you, tears welling up in her eyes. Her heart was swelling up with an emotion she couldn’t even identify.

Why did it feel so right?

You were coming down to the final riff as you sang softly. 

Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong 

The song soon came to an end as you strummed the last note. The crowd erupted in cheers for you, phone flashes going off as photos were being taken. Wanda stood up, clapping as well. People were still recording as you bent down, kneeling on the stage on one knee in front of Wanda as you gave her the ukelele. She turned it over on the back to see your signature on it and a short message.

Happy Birthday, Lady

From your left-hand man,

Lady Phantom

A tear slipped out of Wanda’s eyes as she looked at you with a gigantic smile. You softly used your index finger to poke her nose with a smirk before getting up, waving to the crowd, and walked off the stage. 

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ 

The party went on for another hour before Wanda ended it and bid all of her guests' goodnight and thank you for coming to the party.

It was pretty crazy after you had come off the stage. You had decided to keep your mask on afterward even though there were people who had seen you without it. But now, with all the flashing photos, you did want to minimize the amount of exposure you were going to get. 

It was increasingly difficult to be able to spend time with Wanda or Natasha after as you constantly kept having groups of people come up to you and chat you up or ask for a photo. 

A girl had come up to you too close for comfort and asked for a photo. You saw Natasha watching you in the distance with an unimpressed look before smirking at you a little. 

You chuckled awkwardly at the girl clinging to you after the photo was taken, using your hands to pry her off as you walked off briskly to Natasha.

Seemingly standing with the redhead, she emitted an aura that prevented anyone else from coming up. You sighed in relief while Natasha asked her arms crossed.

“Quite the romantic gesture you did,” she commented. 

You pursed your lip at her. “C’mon Natasha, it’s Wanda’s birthday. Her fiancé is missing in action after making such a big deal about his performance. She looked crushed and really embarrassed. I couldn’t just let that happen on her birthday.”

Natasha eyes you for a moment before sighing and uncrossing her arms. “I know, I was seriously going to beat some of these girls’ asses for making snide comments about Wanda. Why did she even invite half these people?”

“Networking,” you answer, adjusting your mask. 

Natasha made a disgruntled noise and looked at you again. 

“Come home with me tonight,” she tells you. You smile at her with a nod. The party was ending with people leaving.

“I’ll have to meet you later though, I still have to give Wanda her gift.” You tell the redhead who nods. She looks around to see everyone occupied and turns back to kiss you lightly on the cheek and leaves. 

You stay back until everyone has left, grabbing your present from the stack that had gathered. Wanda looks incredibly exhausted as you approach her.

“Let’s go to my room,” Wanda says, grabbing your hand and drags you off while the hotel staff starts cleaning up. They tell her they’ll have her gifts send to her room in the morning and keep it locked up for tonight. Ukelele in hand, Wanda lets go your hand to press the floor to her place in the elevator. With it now just the two of you, you relax a little more, the tension leaving from your shoulders.

“Your friends are kind of insane,” you mumble, referring more to her social influencer group of friends. 

“Yeah...I wouldn’t call Stacey a friend really. She’s pretty new and can be...aggressive,” Wanda says with a crinkle in her brow. You smile lightly, using your finger to press against the crinkle and watches as it fades out as Wanda looks at you. 

The elevator dings to signal you’ve arrived on the 20th floor. Wanda grabs your hand again and drags you out and down the hall to her room. She opens the door with her key pass and shuts the door behind you. 

With a sigh, she gently sets down the ukelele you gave her. The room is pretty dark, but Wanda doesn’t make any move to turn on the lights. She had a pretty good suite with the window facing the outside view.

Moonlight shined through the open curtains illuminating the room. When you turn around, Wanda is there, and she lifts her hands to gently take off your mask, smiling as your eyes framed by your long lashes come into view. 

It’s silent for a moment as Wanda puts your mask on the table. You just stand there, staring at each other. 

It’s more intimate than any kiss or sex you’ve ever had. 

“Thank you,” Wanda finally says. “Thank you for the beautiful performance, for saving me from embarrassment. You always seem to be my knight in shining armor.”

You chuckle softly, shifting to your other foot. 

“I would hardly call you a damsel in distress,” you tease her softly. Then you lift your present in your hand to her. She stares at the box in confusion. 

“What’s this?” She asks.

“Your present?” You reply with a raise of your brow and smirk. 

“You mean the ukelele isn’t my present?” Wanda asks, turning her eyes over to the instrument she had laid down. 

You let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, God, no. I don’t even know what you’d do with a ukelele. Can you even play? No, God, no. I just had that in the back of my car for my new collab I was working on this week. I can get another one.”

Wanda just let out a tiny smile, and she grabs the beautifully wrapped gift from your hand. She pulls the string to undo the bow and lets it fall to the ground. Placing the box to rest against her forearm, she lifts the lid and stares at the content confusedly. 

She grabs out the thin stack of paper that is neatly stabled together. 

“What...is this?” Wanda asks, eyeing the front page that only had a title on it.

“Your script,” you answer with a smile. “You’ll need to learn it for your audition in eight weeks.”

Wanda just looks at you, shellshocked. She looks back at the script and then back to you.

“What?” She asks, disbelief in her tone. You just continue to smile.

She drops the box and flips through the script. The first couple of pages had the characters and premise of the story. The rest only had a particular scene, but when she read it, she loved it. 

“How did you...? What?” Wanda asks again, and you laugh.

“It’s not guaranteed, but I know someone who is doing auditions for a movie he’s directing. He’s willing to give you a shot even though you have no portfolio in acting. It did make it better you’re a social influencer, and I did tell him even David is going to be working with you.”

Wanda is just smiling, letting out a burst of laughter in shock. Wanda just watches as you turn around, babbling about how you had complete faith in her she was going to nail it, that she seriously needed to get into acting because the world was missing out, and how you knew an acting coach you could contact to help her with tips or run lines.

It just hit Wanda. 

It hit her why she hesitated about finalizing a date to get married to Vision. Why she didn’t care that Vision ended up never showing up. Why she thought about you all the time lately. Why she wanted to throttle Natasha every time her friend got close to you.

She thought back to when she met you, the trust fund kid’s birthday bash, the night at Tony’s, the hot jealousy burning she felt at watching you get along with Natasha, how she cried about Pietro with you, how you comforted her with your own stories, the work you put in to make paprikash for her, the beach, Wasteland, your hands on her waist, the music, your lips, the pier, everything.

You were still babbling, but the moment you turned around, Wanda disregarded the script on the floor and crashed her lips into yours. She fisted her hands on your shoulder, sliding them up to cup your neck, pulling you closer as her eyes closed. 

As good as it felt, the next moment, Wanda snapped her eyes open and yanked away from you. You hadn’t even reacted, shocked that Wanda kissed you. 

“Oh, god,” Wanda whispered. She looked at you, lips trembling. “I--I’m so sorry, I--”

You didn’t even give her a chance to finish as you rushed forward, cupping her jaw as you collided your lips into Wanda’s again. She let out a moan, feeling your lips against her. You pushed her back until her back hits the table stand and you used your hands to lift her up onto the table. She was yanking at your leather jacket to get it off, and you released her for a quick second, to let the jacket fall down your arms. 

Your lips met hers over and over again messily as she wrapped her arms around your neck to keep you close. Her legs were spread open and wrapped around your torso tightly as your hands slid from her bottom up her back, finding the zipper of her dress to pull it down all the way. Wanda encourages you with her hand fisting your hair tightly, kissing you more aggressively, slipping her tongue into your mouth. 

You groaned, grabbing her roughly off of the table and turned around to walk towards the bed, throwing her against the mattress roughly. Her dress began to slip off her, exposing her chest covered by her strapless lacy white bra that had you biting your lip. 

Wanda’s hair splayed messily against the sheets, and her lips looked plump from kissing you so hard. She was flushed and breathing heavily as she stared at you with dilated pupils.

The sight made you moan softly, climbing atop of her as she readily let you between her legs. You kissed her lips again, not as fervent as you first did, slower but as hard as the first. Your hand traced down her arm until you reached her hand and brought it next to her head and laced your fingers together. Your lips left hers, pressing kisses against her jawline before moving downwards against her neck. 

Wanda let out a soft moan, her torso lifting up to press against you. You sucked against the skin, releasing just before you could make a mark. You moved your lips more down and nibbled against her collarbone. She let out a high pitched whine that made you smile against her skin. 

You wanted more.

You needed more. 

She wanted more. 

You were getting lost in her, wanting to stir more noises out of her.

You shifted your body, your navel ground against Wanda’s core firmly through her dress.

“Oh,” Wanda moaned needily as she lifted her hips, desperate to get more friction. Her hand tightened against yours, and you went back up to kiss her lips again. 

Wanda moved her lips against yours, sucking on your bottom lip, making you groan into her mouth as she released it and licked against it slowly. 

You were going to devour her. You really were. 

She was looking at you through half-lidded eyes that begged you to just fuck her.

Just as you were going to smash your lips against her, your phone began to ring loudly in your back pocket.

The noise woke you. You blinked as Wanda let out a quiet groan of disappointment, throwing her head back on the mattress.

You pull out your phone to see it’s Natasha calling. 

You looked at Wanda, flushed, chest heaving as she was hot and heavy. 

You needed to make your exit now. 

“Shit,” you swore, catching her attention. You picked up the phone.

“Hey, Natasha,” You said, trying to gain your breathing again. “No, yeah, I’m on my way. Yeah, see you.”

You hung up, looking at Wanda with an overwhelmed expression. 

“I--” You tried to say, but not sure what to really say.

“Fuck, Wanda,” You said, “What the hell are we doing?”

You get off of her, running your fingers through your hair. You’re about to turn around, but Wanda sits up and grabs your arm to force you to turn back to her. 

“No, you can’t go to her. Not after--not after you’re about to be with me.” Wanda says, her eyes telling you to stay. Her dress was sliding off of her body as she sat up and you had to rip your eyes away from looking at her chest and taut stomach. Her jaw was set in a line, and you’re tempted to stay.

But you know you shouldn’t. 

“Wanda,” you tell her. “We can’t.”

“You can’t lie to me and say you don’t want me too. You feel it, whatever it is between us. You can’t erase that.” Wanda challenges you.

You sigh, not denying it. You pull your arm away, forcing Wanda to let go.

“That doesn’t change that you have Vision and I have Natasha waiting for me. So whatever it is, is it enough to make you leave him?”

Wanda is silent. 

It confirms what you thought. 

“Exactly,” you say. “We’re friends, Wanda. That has to be enough.”

Not letting her say anything else, you turn around, grabbing your jacket off the floor and leave her in the hotel room alone.

In the elevator, you put back on your leather jacket and wipe the lipgloss that smudged on you from Wanda.

You smirk as your thumb swipes your bottom lip. 

Goddamn, Wanda was quite the dangerous one if you let her be. She lured you in to the point you couldn’t even think.

She was absolutely sinful.

The elevator dinged and you pushed off the railing walking out the hotel doors to your car. You briefly looked up to the floor she would be on.

Patience, you reminded yourself. You’re almost there. You could see she was starting to unravel for you. 

The game was far from over, and Wanda was quite the active participant now.

PART VII

[chrisanimation]

Baxter Story

how do we fix a wrong? Is there even a way to fix something. Growing up every child is taught right and wrong. Don’t steal, stay in line, follow the rules and oh a big one don’t kill. Baxter’s thoughts ran wild he placed another one of his favorite black t-shirts into his bag. As far as he knew he hadn’t killed anyone, he had done many ‘wrong’ things, but he knew he had never intentionally hurt someone, however he knew his time in this little hometown had ended. It being such a small-town gossip travelled fast and now everyone knew what the twenty-seven-year-old had done. No one would miss him anyway after all he was known as that guy who lived in the weird house the neighbourhood kids would make stories about and run past every time they got near; Baxter lifted his heavy green eyes from his bag and walked over to his window where he had spent most of his life imagining if there was ever more to his sorrowful pathetic life, he hadn't gone college like most of his friends at the time had. They all now owned big fancy houses and 3 kids and probably cheated on their wives three times a week or something, he didn’t stay in contact. He only had one friend Hank who lived across the road. Somehow, he and Hank still talked probably because the fucker (stubborn) wouldn’t leave him alone, no matter how many times Baxter had made it clear he wanted to be alone. ‘no one can stay alone forever Baxter’ Hank had once told him ‘so I'll stay by your side’. Baxter reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and flicked his lighter and lit it up in his dimly lit room his posters from his favourite games and series from when he was younger covered his cream walls hanging collecting dust it was as if he had gone back in time to his teenage years. He pulled on his cigarette and huffed out turning his attention back to his window. The sky still grey and opening since it was six in the morning the big oak tree stood standing strong as ever the road silent, Baxter was about to close his curtains when he heard a screeching noise so loud it felt as if his ears were going to explode  

‘ how many time have I told you not to smoke in my house you bastard’ his hag of a mother screamed from the top of her pitiful lungs Baxter held the half-smoked cigarette up to his lips and finished it off ‘ stupid idiot’ he mumbled under his breath and stubbed the cigarette onto his wooden desk putting it out.  He grabbed his bag and left his old life behind it was time to move on. He slammed his door and walked out walking past the old piece of bones known as his mother. Going down the stairs he thought to himself No one would miss him. Not even her.  

He didn’t look back as he shut his front door. He could hear the same old screeching coming out his mother. He really didn’t care. He was going to the dinner Hank worked at and was going to ask for his car.  

Ring went the dinner’s doorbell as Baxter walked in the hot air rushed him clouding up his eyes then it hit him the smell of sweet juicy burgers and the sounds of sizzling meat, Baxter's mouth watered he could feel all the saliva building up in his mouth foaming up like a rabid dog. He pushed open the red door to step inside a red and white themed space. The floor pattern like chess and the upbeat music of jazz filled up the room. He walked in and took a seat at the back near the window looking out at the grass and cars whizzing then there was a loud bang on the table  

‘what can I get you Bax’ said a loud low-pitched cheery voice Baxter turned around to face two kind eyes looking back into his worn-out ones.  

‘Hank’ he mumbled  

‘what’s up buddy’ Hank asked as he looked Baxter up and down. He looked the same as ever Hank thought dirty and scruffy like a stray Hank reached up and ruffled Baxter's black fair hair. Hank felt the filmier firm grip on his wrist  

‘stop petting me’ Baxter made out through his gritted teeth. Hank laughed and went harder ‘what you gonna do Bax’ he said in between his playful chuckle ‘growl at me?’  

After a moment of silence Hanks hand still on his head Baxter whispered ‘I'm leaving’  

‘Leaving where?’ Hank questioned ‘where are you going?’  

‘Brookyln’  

‘when?’  

‘today’  

Hank lifted his hank and stood back for a moment ‘what do you mean’ he couldn’t understand after all Baxter’s whole like was here why was he leaving so soon why was he leaving at all.  

‘why’ Hank finally made out with his words ‘why are you leaving Bax?’  

‘I want more than this Hank’ Baxter let out ‘How comes everyone else has left but us? Why are we still stuck? Here haven’t you ever thought about that? Hank don’t you want more?’ Baxter huffed out while looking out the dinner’s window ‘Look out there Hank what do you see?’  

‘nothing’ Hank replied  

‘exactly’ Baxter said his eyes starting to well up in tears ‘I want more and now that everyone knows I don’t want to be here anymore’  

Hank understood after what had happened a few days ago he now understood why Baxter desperately wanted to leave.  

‘I understand Bax’ Hank uttered ‘I'm coming with you’  

‘what no ‘Baxter suddenly chimed in ‘I'm going alone I don’t need you Hank’  

‘Well you clearly do if you’re here right now’ Hank laughed ‘You need my car don’t you Bax?’  

Baxter turned to face hank and stayed silent Hank knew his answer  

‘use your words Baxter’ Hank pressed on  

‘yes, Hank I need your car’ Baxter said with annoyance  

‘and you really thought I would let you take it just like that all the way to Brooklyn I don’t think you’re coming back were you planning on stealing my car dude?’  

‘maybe’ Baxter muttered while avoiding eye contact  

‘well guess you’re not anymore come on let’s go’ Hank smiled  

‘but your job Hank and you haven’t packed your things’  

‘give me 20 mins Bax and we’ll be in that car together ‘Hank said with a cheeky smile while patting Baxter's head one more time  

‘why are you doing this?’ Baxter asked questioning Hanks intentions not that he needed to he already knew the answer.  

‘because I care about you Bax’ of course that was Hank’s reply it was for everything.  

Hank started up his grey rundown ford capri and beeped the car indicating to the long figure standing on the side of the road he was ready Baxter walked to the passenger seat and sat down turning his head and looking at the chubby man who culched the steering wheel in both his hands ‘ I normally don’t allow dogs in my car’ Hank joked ‘ haha can I have a smoke’ Baxter asked ignoring Hank’s silly comment.  

‘oh, go on then’ Hank replied as he started up the car and started driving Baxter held onto his cigarette rolled down the window lit it up and started puffing away the soon yellow dusty roads turned into green wastelands. He could see the mountains reaching up to the bright blue sky the clouds lay softly on the blue for some reason he just wanted to run with all the nature surrounding him he finally felt a part of him was free. Baxter was so glad he had left now that everyone knew about his secret that we could turn into a dog it was too embarrassing to stay after all he had gone on a crazy dog rampage and if Hank hadn’t been there to stop and calm him down, he didn’t know what he would have done anyway that was all in the past now he gently closed his eyes the vibrant greens and blues slowly turned into darkness.  

Baxter woke up to strong beefy arms shaking him awake ‘ Bax Bax Baxter’ then suddenly a high-pitched whistle rang in Baxter’s ears  

‘knew the dog whistle would work’ Hank laughed  

‘what time is it ‘Baxter questioned while still half asleep  

‘we’re here Bax’ hank smiled  

‘Brooklyn ?’  

‘Brooklyn’ Hank repeated  

Baxter had made it.  

[buckyspetpsychopath]

The Show

David Dobrik x reader Vlog Squad A/N: I know the victorias secret show was ages ago

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“You know everyone is starting to think I’m lying about having a girlfriend” David calls out whilst I shower.  “hmm, and who’s everyone?”  “The guys, my parents, Esther, Sara, Toby, even Jasons mum mentioned it!” he huffs coming into the bathroom. I wipe away some of the steam on the glass door. I pout at him teasingly and he deadpans, making me giggle.  “Why do you even care what they think? I am your girlfriend” I sigh as he starts taking his shirt off, his pant following as he speaks.  “Do you not think its a little weird that we’ve been dating 6 months and we haven’t met each other's friends or families?” he sighs, stepping in the shower behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “I mean we’re comfortable enough with each other, that we can shower together and not make it awkward or sexual, so there’s something else wrong” he moans and I huff turning around to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He backs me up into the wall, resting his hand on my hips and his forehead against mine.  “You wanna know why I'm so hesitant?” I mutter and he nods against my head, so I take a deep breath, connecting my hand to his cheek. “Because I love you. That's it. I haven’t had a good history with relationships, my parents got divorced when I was little and my sisters husband cheated on her after having 2 kids together. I guess it just scares me”  “I’m sorry I made you feel that way”  “No its not you. Well I mean it is, I guess. You’re so perfect and you give me everything I ever wanted, I’m just waiting for the day that one of us fucks it up”  “And what if that day never came? What if we’re perfect together? What if I love you as much as you love me?” he whispers. My heart hammers in my chest as I lean my head up to his, smashing our lips together. He pulls me by my hips as close to his body as I can get.  “Are you sure we can take a shower together and not make it sexual?” I tease and he chuckles into my neck, lifting me up and turning the water off.  He steps out the shower and forgets the towels, heading straight for my bedroom. 

The next morning I wake up, David is already awake on his phone.  “Hey Mr.”I grin.  “Hey baby, good sleep?” he speaks raspy, so I know he’d just woken up. I nod, moving myself closer to him wrapping my leg around his bare waist and resting my head on his chest.  “You know I always sleep better with you here” I hum.  “I know. The boys are wondering where I am, we planned to go out today” he hums back.  “Can I speak to you before you go?” I ask and he nods.  “You can ask or tell me anything you know that” he chuckles.  “Well I have an audition today” I start.  “modelling or movie?” he asks, knowing I do both.  “Modelling. I was wondering how you felt about it, its uhm…” I stutter.  “Baby why are you so nervous to tell me” “its for the victorias secret fashion show ok?” I huff. He’s silent for a moment so I sit up turning to look at him.  “You think I’d have a problem with that?” he grins widely and I nod.  “I mean, IF I get it, its only an audition at this point, I’d be on TV and photographed everywhere in only my underwear”  “I have all confidence in you that you will get it! And I can’t believe you think I’d have an issue, when have I ever? I mean you know how cool it’d be to tell the guys my girlfriend is a Victoria’s secret angel?” He laughs and I blush. “None of the other people watching get to touch you like this” he mumbles against my neck with his hand grazing my naked butt.“They don’t get to see you like this” he continues trailing his hand up over my stomach and to my boobs squeezing them.“And they don’t get to kiss you like this” he whispers connecting our lips, him now hovering over me. I smile pulling him closer.“Because you’re mine and only mine” he adds pulling away and pecking my nose. I giggle and slide out from under him. 

“On that note I need to go and so do you” I say and he groans. “I just wanna stay with you all day!” He whines and I roll my eyes. “Me too, especially after last night and this morning but we have priorities baby, we can do something tonight?” I suggest and he thinks for a moment. “Movie and olive garden?” “Yeah, I’ll text you when I’m ready” he nods and we get dressed leaving my apartment.

I go to the audition and it goes really well. About a 2 days later I'm in the office. I had gotten called in for a meeting and when I open our usual meeting room there are poppers and my whole team roar in celebration. My eyes are wide as I look towards my manager.

"You got the VS show!" she yells and I almost choke. "I DID?" I scream and everyone cheers again. I start crying and my manager comes over hugging me and showing me the letter.

The next couple months are amazing but gruelling. There was a lot of fittings and a ton of trips to the gym. The morning I wake up for the show I know its gonna be worth it. I was in a hotel in New York and my boyfriend was going to be there, what could be better? I had gotten David, Jeff, Ilya, Jason, Erin, Carly, Todd, Natalie and Zane invited, obviously it was great to fill the seats up with influencers but personally I’m just happy David will be there.  David had shown me the video of when he had told everyone and they had all freaked out.  The boys were ecstatic that they had been invited, though fairly confused. David and I still hadn't revealed we were dating, as far as they knew we had never even met.

*Day of show* 

I get dressed and make my way downstairs. I go to a quick morning gym session and a huge breakfast afterwards before I make my way to the venue. My hair is put into rollers straight away and then I'm taken to makeup. We go through rehearsals and everything and soon the show is about to start. I'm in my first outfit talking to some of the other models, getting pictures with models I look up to and the friends I had made. I'm posing for a picture when I feel arms wrap around me and a kiss placed to my cheek, before I can react fully the camera flashes with a big grin on my face. I turn around and see David. I smile wide and lean in to kiss him while everyone close to us wolf whistles. We pull apart and I giggle wiping the lipstick off his lips.

"Baby you look stunning" he whispers. "I didn't want you to see me until I went out" I pout and he rolls his eyes. "You have two other outfits to surprise me with" he says and I nod. "I guess so" I smile. "Did you try your new wings?" he asks and my smile immediately drops. "Yeah I did, they're super heavy" I frown. I had amazing wings for my last walk but they broke yesterday in transport to the venue, so in rehearsals I couldn't walk in them. People had been working all night to make a new pair and when I had gotten to the venue this morning and tried them, they were super heavy. Maybe they'd ease off when I started walking. "you'll be ok, you're only out there for 20 seconds" he says and I nod, leaning up to him again. "No, no more kisses. You already ruined her lipstick!" One of the makeup artists run over and we laugh. I peck his lips quickly. "No boyfriends backstage" she tuts poking his face with a brush. He smiles wide and holds his hands up. "I have to get back anyway, I told everyone I was going the toilet and the shows about to start." he explains. "I love you" I grin as my lipstick and gloss is reapplied. "I love you too. What song are you coming out too first?" he asks. "Not telling you, you'll have to keep your eyes peeled" I wink and he groans before leaving. 10 minutes later the show starts and Leela james is amazing. We all cheer Taylor on as she starts the entire show and then all the other models. I wasn't in the first song. 

But in no time, the chain smokers and Kelsie go out and start their song. Candice is first to go out and then a load of other models follow. I breathe out as the model in front of me walks out and I know I'm next.

"Go y/n" they call out and my heart leaps as I start walking out. I immediately scan along the ground for David and see him stand up and yell with his hands up. I grin and when I get up to him I put my hands into a heart and then point at him. The crowd go crazy and I know the camera was filming our exchange. I continue the short way to the end and pose.

When I turn to walk back I find David again and he winks at me as I walk past. I take a glance at his friends and they’re all shell shocked, staring at us. I blow them a kiss and their eyes widen. I laugh and continue my way backstage. 

Daniels Pov* Y/n isn't in the first song and I sigh. "Why're you bummed out, we're watching models!" Jeff exclaims earning a slap on the head by our mum making everyone laugh. I shrug and perk up when the next song starts. Candice Swanepoel comes out first and Ilya is hyped. A couple other models come out and then I see her. My eyes widen and I stand up, holding my hands in the air and screaming out a 'YES'. Everyone is so confused but I don't take my eyes off y/n. She sees me when I stand up and smiles. When she gets in front of me she holds her hands in a heart. I point back at her and mouth I love you. She poses at the end and I'm screaming and clapping loudly. When she's on her way back I wink at her and watch her wave to the crowd. I sit back down when she's passed us and turn to the guys. Their mouths are all dropped.

"What the fuck just happened?" Zane asks. "Dude" Erin says. "That's my girlfriend," I say proudly and they all freak out.  We continue watching the show as I explain to them how we met and whatnot.

Normal POV* I quickly rush to get into my next set. I walk out again while Bebe Rexha is performing. I go out second and start dancing immediately, unable to help myself (if you've seen the show I'm picturing Josie Canseco dancing down the runway haha). 

When I get to Bebe I dance to her and sing the lyrics back to her. She smiles while she's singing and copies my dance moves back until I'm past her. I pose at the end of the runway and then dance my way down the runway again. I catch David's eye and he shakes his head with a huge smile. My dancing seems to amp up the crowd so I shrug it off and clap for the models passing me. I pose for the camera backstage and then hurry again to get changed.

When I emerge in the new lingerie I'm left to watch a couple songs. When Rita is performing a team quickly rushes over and starts securing the wings around my arms and hips. I wince at the weight of them so my manager Elizabeth comes over to talk to me while they’re lacing me up. 

“Hey baby you ok?” She asks concerned, she’s like a second mother to me. I nod and shift uncomfortably. “Yeah these wings are just really heavy” I sigh. “Only a two-minute walk and you can take them off” she encourages and I smile at her painfully. They take a while trying to make them comfortable but its no use. The Struts sound throughout the venue and I gulp knowing its time to walk again. “Okay we’re done here, 1 minute until stage” Elizabeth says and I nod. I go to walk and wince. “Are you sure they’re ok? They’re really sore around my hips?” I huff adjusting them slightly. “It’ll be ok, you can take them off as soon as you get off the runway, we don’t need them again so I’ll cut the ribbon” she nods and I nod back, letting out a breath.  

David’s POV* “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell us your girlfriend is a VS angel!” Natalie exclaims.  “She’s gorgeous” Carly smiles.   “She’s got a nice ass” Todd says and I frown. “That’s mine, my ass” I pout and they all laugh. “Congratulations dog, she seems really nice” Jason smiles. “Yeah she’s amazing” I whisper looking over to the models coming out. Y/n comes out next and we all cheer.   “She doesn’t look comfortable in those wings though, they look like they’re really hurting her” Zane comments and the guys nod. “They had some issues with them, she tried to original ones on and they were fine but they snapped on the way to the venue yesterday so they quickly had to make a new pair and she didn’t try them until right before the show. I don’t know what they used she’s too small for them, they’re so heavy. I don’t know how she’s wearing them right now especially in heels” I tell them and they make ‘ooohing’ noises. She is strutting down the runway confidently and gets to nearly the end when the wings get too heavy for her and she falls to her knees, the entire crowd gasps and the people are going crazy backstage I assume. 

Kendall Jenner comes up from behind her and helps her up. She looks like she’s about to cry but poses anyway, making the crowd let out roars of applause. She looks as stunning as ever. The boys hit my back so when she turns around to walk back I stand up and leave my seat, walking along the edge with her. She looks down at me painfully and I smile at her reassuringly. She never breaks out of her modelling pose and tries to amp the crowd up as much as possible. I run forward a little and enter the backstage area with my pass and go around the curtain to where y/n was coming out of. When she’s out of sight of the crowd she lets out a little sob, letting the tears trickle out. She shuffles off stage quickly and people immediately are on her, cutting her out of the wings. I gasp when I see her stomach and back. She sobs louder when she sees the red marks and the forming bruises around her hips and shoulders. I hurry over to her as she looks around frantically. I pull her into a gentle hug and she sniffles.

Normal POV * As I’m waiting to go out I can feel the wings getting heavier and heavier, rubbing against my hips and pulling my shoulders down. I put on a brave face for the audience and camera. It is increasingly difficult to walk in the heels as I move along the runway having the wings weigh me down. I’m nearly at the end when it gets too heavy and I feel myself falling to the floor. I wince as I fall on my hands and knees. My face heats up looking at the crowd who are all staring at me wide-eyed. Kendall comes up behind me and pulls me up.

“Are you ok? They’re really heavy?” She whispers and I nod. She gestures in front of her and I look at her appreciatively, the crowd go crazy as I pose, happy that I got back up. I continue the walk back and moan as the wings dig in further, I try to smile and wave but as soon as I’m out of shot I start crying, hurrying to get backstage so I can get them off. They make quick work cutting me out of them and I wince as the pressure is removed. I look around for David and he appears next to me, pulling me into a hug. I sniffle into his neck as he lifts me bridal style walking me over to a paramedic. They treat the burns and bruises for me, a little on my back it had even cut me open so they clean it up, placing a bandage on it. I huff when they're finished and everyone walks out for the last walk on.

“What are you doing you're not going back out there,” David panics. “Yeah I am it’s the end of the show” “You're hurt” “It’s a little cut and a couple bruises I’m fine” I wave him off. He sighs lets me go. The crowd's applause doubles when they see me, all bandaged up but still with a smile. “Can we give a huge round of applause for our acts, for our crew and for our angels, some injured but still smiling” the presenter says. I dance around with some of the models. We all start exiting the stage and I try to keep in step with everyone in my heels. When we get backstage we all get a picture taken and we stick around a while to get pictures with the other models. I’m not wasting an opportunity, I may never walk in the show after my fall. I quickly get changed into a nice black dress I had brought as we were going for dinner after the show. When I’m dressed and everything I come out of the changing room and David is waiting there. I squeal and run over to him.

“You did so amazing baby” he cheers and I grin. “Omg David I can’t believe this is your girlfriend” I hear and turn to the source. I blush when I recognise his friends.  “Uhm yeah, guys this is y/n and y/n this is Natalie, Ilya, Jeff, Todd, Jason, Carly and Erin”

"Hey its nice to meet you, you were amazing out there” zane says, pulling me into a hug and I wince. “Sorry, were huggers” Zane laughs.  “It’s ok, you just caught my bruises ” I wave off and he frowns. “You should sue them or something for that,” he says and I shrug. “It’s nothing major, just a couple bruises” “You were bleeding” David hisses raising his eyebrow. I shrug it off and he sighs. I hug everyone else gently and when I hug Natalie she’s so nervous.  “I’m sorry this is so weird, I love your movies and your vogue edit last month was stunning. And I mean, now youre David’s girlfriend that’s crazy” she gushes and I blush. “Thank you so much. And hopefully, I’ll be around a while” I smile, looking up at David. He wraps his arm around my waist gently pulling me into him so my hand rests on his chest. “Definitely” he smiles pecking my forehead. 

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Core

Shine made a star and tossed it at the creature, it exploded, making the creature fall onto it's back. Shade ran out to try and finish it when a much, much larger version of the bird flew down to protect it's young.

 ZM

"whoop, that's bad news." with indigo magic she got to shade quickly and pulled him out of the way just as the mom bird was about to close it's beak around him. with the sudden stop of motion shade was flung away from chara a bit and hits a tree as he's not used to that. "what a pretty bird~"

"the baby was kinda ugly but that grown up is majestic." her eyes sparkle. 

  Core

(this is mom)

 ZM

(hi mom~)

Core

Shade got to his feet, Shine ducked back to the bushes. Shade growled

(this is baby)

ZM

(k i take it back, the baby's not ugly lol he looks like a good boi) "shade, this is what we call a tactical error haha! ideas?" she watches the birds carefully as the mom starts to come over to them

Core

The mother kept her young underneath her, as she screeched at them, Shine blindly threw a star, it going in the bird's mouth,

ZM

it explodes in her mouth and the bird falls to the ground. unclear if the shock made it pass out or if it blew her brains out. chara whistles. "nice throw shine" she goes over not caring about the baby that much.

Core

The mother swung her head, hitting Chara, part of the mother's beak had blown off

ZM

she is hit away but lands on her feet. "well that's no way to live, with that you'll starve to death. now we haveta kill you" she makes a knife and throws it into the wound worsening the crack.

Core

The bird screeched, Shade ran in, sinking his fangs into the birds neck

ZM

chara jumped up and lands on the bird's head she made a heavy mallet way bigger than herself and slammed it down into it's forehead.

Core

The mother fell, dead.

ZM

she pats her hands on her shorts as the mallet disappears and leaves residue on them "cool. the baby's yours you two." she hops down and cartwheels happily as her lv goes higher

Core

Shine looked at the baby, "I'm sorry." She said, Shade struggled getting out of under the mother

ZM

she lays on the ground watching a little bit warn out.

Core

Shade got out from underneath. Shine nuzzled the baby

ZM

"shine, we're not making friends here. you just helped to kill it's mother. it hates you."

Core

"B-But I d-d-idn't mean to.... I thought we were still playing."

ZM

"no, not right now."

Core

Shine looked at the baby. "I'm gonna keep him."

ZM

chara chokes on her spit. "excuse me??? " she sits up. "how do you expect to feed it or just take care of it in general???"

Core

"I dunno, But he is mine now." She said hugging the baby's neck.

ZM

"shade. talk sense into your sister. now."

Core

"If you can think of a name then you c-"

"skink." Shine said

ZM

she goes over to them. "no." she glares

Core

"I named him, I can keep him now." Shine said. Shade just shrugged.

ZM

"i hate to always be the 'bad guy' but." she goes over to the baby ready to slash and kill it.

Core

Shade formed his shield

Skink fluttered his wings, unable to fly yet

ZM

"haha. yeah sure shade. that's not going to stop me." she glances to shine to see if she'll do something to save her bird.

Core

"E-easy Skink." She calmed the bird

ZM

"no pets aloud unless you know what the hell they are." she makes a sword and hits shade's shield pushing him back a bit.

Core

Shade dug his feet into the dirt, pushing back. "Skink is skink, there!" "Actually they are called banshees." A voice said.

ZM

chara pushes shade away and almost cracks his shield as the green from gradient's soul shines through the sword for a second. shade falls against the bird. "who's there?" she looks around

Core

She saw a star in one of the giant trees. She had turquoise hair, a pair of white feathered wings and a tan scarf around her next. (achievement unlocked: Find Ink)

ZM

(haha yay!) she recognizes her as vanta looked like her before. "are you ink?" she turns to her.

Core

"That is correct, miss Dreemurr

ZM

she cringes at the name. "you're a hard one to find. what brings you here." she glares back at shine as to tell her to kill the damn bird.

Core

Shine shook her head no. "I made this world, I might as well stay in it." Ink responded, her eyes glowing as the mother healed

ZM

she shakes her head as the bird heals

shade uncovers his arm and sees it's seared were chara hit. he touches it gingerly and it's plenty painful

Core

Shade hissed at this burn, Shine looks at it

"Well, the two are just kits, and you expect them to deal with a full grown leonoptryx, you've caused so much damage and expect everyone else to follow the rules? Rather naive if you want my opinion."

  ZM

(hehe)"yoooo, i've not broken any rules yet! what are you on about?" chara sneers. i didn't expect them to take down the mom! just the kid! we're training."

Core

"You don't think traveling to different alternate timelines, causing damage and trauma is breaking the rules?" Ink asked, "And as for training, there are much better opponents for kits their age."

ZM

"i'd say not! hey, i'm not messing with code. i just have some powerful 'friends'. and what do you expect them to do? they won't brawl and everyone that would help is on a much higher level than them."

she goes over to the mom and watches as it's beak reforms

Core

Ink's eyes glowed as the mother picked up her young and flew off. "a bone general would be a good start." She said as a skeleton with blue armor and a sword formed. Shine started crying because Skink was gone

ZM

chara hates the sound of crying and holds one ear. "shine please, your bird is better off with it's mom." chara climbs up to where ink is. "so you have kits?"

Core

"That is none of your concern." Ink said, making a smaller version of skink, one the size of a house cat, to get Shine to stop crying

ZM

"one: would you stop spoiling my kits, two: one of your kits destroys the universe so it is my concern. three: who the hell is the other parent. or did you just poof them to existence like that little monster down there?"

Core

"one; I am not spoiling them. Two, Gradient is not technically my kit. Three, I cannot reproduce, so I simply create." Ink said, watching as Shade used his arm-blade against the monster, which blocked with it's shield

ZM

"whatever. you still made her. who are her siblings?" she asks more like a demand.

Core

(she's a lot different than the original, huh?) "I created Fallacy for Gradient to bond to, kits need something to bond with, normally it is the mother, if the mother is unable to care for them, a sibling should suffice, if the kit thinks the sibling could leave at any time, or sees that kit retreat to their core, they will try to quickly find something else to bond with, in your case, the male is bonded with the female, and the female to the banshee. Which tells me the male kit has had to retreat to his core, correct?"

ZM

"woah. that's fkn weird." she kicks her feet around. "well yeah you're right, but he was only out for like... 5 minutes."

Core

"Doesn't matter, that trust can break within seconds, you want to keep them stable, keep those bonds."

ZM

(oh and yeah she sure is different than other ink, it's kinda jarring haha) "yuck"

"i don't want to be a parent."

"kay fine, say i only need one, and i have it bond to me or shatter. that'd work fine right?"

Core

"Then you shouldn't have started your plan, and as for your question, the more bonds that are broken, the less likely they are to bond again, which would lead to aggressive or possible feral behavior." Ink explained as Shade dusted the monster

ZM

"excuse me a second." she hops a ways a way and starts swearing continuously at the top of her lungs followed by a frustrated yell. she slowly makes her way back with the kits looking at her like she's lost it. "cheating would be a lot easier." She says to ink

Core

"But there is no fun in a game with out a challenge." Ink said, spawning a purple spirit monster for Shine to fight against.

ZM 

(okay, also shimp chara)

"by this point i just want to win."

Core

"The longer you wait however, the sweeter the victory." Ink said, watching Shine

ZM

"i wanna live my days at the top of the world with no one to stop me"

"not, getting there."

Core

Then you should have stayed in your world, you had a choice, you decided to enter ours, so now you have to play the game."

ZM

she mutters "i wouldn't really call it a choice." she looks at ink "is it worth it to go with my plan even if i somehow loose and am trapped to serve one of those kids forever?"

Core

"Well that depends, my creator seeks to impress yours, so she may try to show off, if you will. With that in mind, she will make the game much more complex, enough so that logic doesn't apply, chances are however, she'll kill off her own creations like she normally does." Ink explained, as Shine defeated the ghost

ZM

"woah, you talk to the creators? crazy. be that as it may i suppose i'll just have to keep up my determination hm?" she looks over to shine who got an lv. a little confused how all the sudden she's not bonded with shade. she couldn't imagine that happening with her and asriel.

Core

Shine smiled, snuggling Skink

ZM

"well ink, i think gradient wanted to meet you? maybe i'm wrong but you should go check on her either way." she hops down from the tree.

Core

"I have no interest in meeting a variant, if you so desire, I can watch these two."

ZM

she thinks that over. “why would you do that for me? i'm just some random chara you know."

Core

"Is it that absurd to also be intrigued by your little game?" Ink replied coldly.

ZM

she's silent for a second studying her response. "know what? i don't like you. so that's a no." she turns on her heel and goes to the kits. she checks them both including their lv.

Core

Shade was at level 15, Shine at 12

"not too shabby in all honesty, assumptions are being made but can a star's lv be maxed out? perhaps at 100?" she asks them

Core

"No, it can go higher, though it takes much, much longer." Ink explained.

ZM

"hmm i see," she checks her own soul that's only on 10 at this point. she puts it away and ushers the kids up and to go back to the bubble. "so ink. don't mess with the kits please, this is a delicate operation and i don't need any distractions."

Core

"I won't, it's more interesting to just watch."

ZM

"i'll hold you to that" she waves her hand through the unstable part of space where the bubble left them and goes back to shatter. tonic looks at chara warily and goes up to them all apparently growing some nerve. tonic sits infront of them. "i only want to help, chara. i am unsure why you dislike me but at least let me be of some use to you when you need?" chara shakes her head "i'm a stubborn mule, just stay out of my way and your precious little feelings wont get hurt." tonic lets out a huff and goes over to the kits despite chara's protest. "what did you two experience out there?" tonic asks

Core

Shine showed Tonic Skink. "I made a new friend!"

Shade looked at Chara with a slight glare

ZM

tonic smiles "aw, it looks very pleasant" tonic was unsure of what it was but it didn't matter that much to them. "is there something wrong shade?"

Core

"They're up to something, but I'm not sure what..." Shade mumbled

ZM

"are you referring to chara?" they cock their head to the side

Core

"Yeah." Shade said sitting down next to Tonic.

Core

Shine was showing Skink to Dusk, who smiled at the bird

ZM

she looks to chara who is chatting with Olympia she mulls over if she should tell him her intentions, or if their loyalties belong more to chara. seeing as chara won't let tonic help they decide to help the kits instead. "um, yes she does have a plan"

Core

'Well, it isn't wise to trust Ink, she tends to look more for herself than others.' Olympia told Chara. "Do you know what it is? If she's going to hurt Shine I need to know." Shade said to Tonic.

ZM

"yes is would involve your sister. she plans to take both of your soulstones and control them after bonding with you. what will you do about it? you'll get yourself killed if you're reckless."

ZM

"no duh," chara says "in all honesty i hope to never see her again, i kinda feel bad for gradient tho"

Core

"We both know that I don't care if I get killed, as long as Shine is safe." Shade said, trying to think of what to do. 'About her, she really shouldn't be here, I'm honestly not sure but something just tells me that she isn't supposed to be alive.' Olympia acknowledged Chara, looking over at Gradient who was talking, or at least trying to talk with a split of Shatter that chara didn't recognize.

ZM

"i see," tonic stays quiet letting him think after a while they start again "perhaps if you get strong enough to fight her that would be the easiest course of action?" chara looks at gradient as well. "well i mean yeah, her whole world was empty, but i just thought she deserves to get another chance at life. you have a bad feeling about her?"

Core

"Maybe," Shade said Olympia nodded. 'Some things are not meant to be.' (Only one of Shatter's splits has her soulstone)

ZM

(hmm which one?) "should we inform shine?" chara folds her arms. "maybe so but i'm not giving up on her just yet."

Core

(The one that is gonna get rid of gradient.) "No, not yet." Shade muttered. Olympia sighed, looking over to gradient and the split Chara didn't know. The split had grey hair and pale, somewhat fogged over eyes, her mouth was sewn shut.

ZM

tonic quiets again, chara doesn't like olympia's tone so she goes over to check on gradient. "hey you two, how's it hanging?"

Core

"o-oh everything is fine." Gradient smiled softly

ZM

"mmhm." not convinced she looks at the split "so whore you? ghost type? dark?"

Core

The split shook her head for both questions, unable to speak

ZM

she pouts a bit, "normal? ground? steel?"

Core

She nodded at normal, she didn't seem to make eye contact either.

ZM

she makes a confused face turning to gradient "why are you hanging out with her of all the people around?"

Core

"She seems t-the least s-scary."

ZM

she takes another look at the split. "yeah okay?" she doesn't get it, in fact this split is giving her the creeps.

Core

The split's mouth was sewn tightly shut, Olympia teleported over. Gradient seemed intimidated by Olympia

ZM

"hi oly," she gives a little wave. tonic speaks up to shade, "we might be able to convince shatter to help us, she's not happy with chara's plan."

Core

"Which one is Shatter?" Shade asked. 'Her name is Scarlett.' Olympia said to Chara

ZM

"okay hey scarlett, i'll ask again, are you messing with gradient? i'm not trusting shatter's opinion on her."

"shatter is all of them combined." she informs

Core

Scarlett shook her head and pointed to her ears, showing she was only listening. "Really? that sounds kinda cool.”

ZM

tonic nods happily "yes it is cool." chara purses her lips, "you don't mind me listening as well?" she asked gradient.

Core

"O-of course n-not." Gradient smiled. "I bet that means they all care about you, huh?"

ZM

tonic scans all the shatter sisters and lightly shrugs, " i have not talked to all of them one on one so i'm unsure." chara smiles back and sits on the ground.

Core

Gradient went back to talking about all sorts of weird plants, called solar lilies. "Why don't you do that?"

ZM

tonic tilts their head. "you wish for me to do that right now?" chara's enjoying the bit of peace for however short she might cut it.

Core

Scarlett started undoing the string that kept her mouth shut. "Sure." Shade shrugged.

ZM

"okay," tonic turns rubbing their face with the back of their hand and goes over to scarlett seeing she's going to start talking.

Core

Scarlett then whispered something to Gradient before starting to sew her mouth shut again. "I'm s-sorry but I c-could just barely hear you..."

ZM

chara's content just sitting there even when tonic trots over sitting by gradient.

Core

(guess what) Gradient soon went back to talking.

ZM

(what what?) tonic's curiosity of what scarlett just said is gnawing at them. she looks at olympia as if asking for an explanation.

Core

(Scarlett used Perish Song) Olympia stayed silent, as if her mind was preoccupied by something else

ZM

(oh lord >:O dang it scarlet. i was so confused for a second i thought parish song was a ghost move but very wrong i am) tonic fidgets with her hands turning to gradient instead "um- what... what did scarlett whisper to you?"

Core

Gradient was about to answer when her eyes went dull and she turned to dust.

ZM

chara jolts up hearing scarlett's lv raise. seeing the pile of dust she hops to her feet and instantly goes for scarlett's neck with her newly formed knife. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!"

Core

Scarlett used protect as a bubble pushed Chara away, keeping Scarlett safe

ZM

tonic looked at the pile with no soulstone to be seen in shock. confused by shatter would do that. chara rubs her nose as she's pushed back as soon as the bubble goes down she goes to stab her in the gut hoping that if scarlett goes for another protect it fails. (gotta go bye(

Core

Scarlett got up and moved so quickly it looked like a blur. she was very fast.

ZM

chara growls in a low register and goes after olympia instead trying to pin her down with magic "what the heck man!? why'd you do it!"

Core

‘I already explained to you why.’ Olympia replied, teleporting

ZM

chara grunts irritated, looking back over to scarlett "well crap oly, why do you let me live here than? get your mind in the right way of thinking cause i 'plan' on destroying this world a lot worse than gradient would have!"

"I don't get you at all!" she whines, tonic is a little confused as well.

Core

‘Actually it’s not, your plan won’t alter the code of the timeline, while Gradient’s presence did.’ Olympia then explained. ‘It’s a matter of stability’

ZM

"ah? hahah moku has other plans, is that another reason why you took me away from nightmare's group?" she turns to face her again. "why is the code where you put the line you're not willing to cross?"

Core

‘Because we have seen what happens when timelines collapse, and it isn’t favorable.’ Olympia explained.

ZM

"pfft, sure." she rubs her head giving up on fighting "well she's dead anyway now not much i can do but reset, i have a feeling you'll get around me somehow and kill her either way."

Core

‘She just can’t stay here, there is already an ion cube here,’ Olympia said.

ZM

"there's a bunch of ion cubes somewhere in the multiverse. but whateverrr," she pauses. " I want to go see killer,"

tonic takes some of gradient's dust and stores it.

Core

Olympia sighed and opened a portal

ZM

"thanks!" she hops through and finds killer still hung against the wall.

Core

Horror was teasing Killer about being stuck

ZM

"hi horror," she goes up to them. "nice to see you're still hanging around killz~"

Core

"Oh f*ck off." Killer hissed before Horror destroyed the wall, freeing Killer

ZM

chara giggles, "ya know it's not nice to try to kill your friends."

Core

"I don't have any friends." Killer hissed, Horror whispered to Chara, "she says that yet she hasn't killed you yet." Horror snickered.

ZM

"i know right?" she whispers back with a grin. "can't fool me, horror's your friend, so are the other's. you'd be a mess without them."

Core

"I literally can

't kill Horror, I've tried." Killer said with a hiss, getting her knife

ZM

"doesn't mean you don't like her!"

Core

"I don't, she's obnoxious, annoying and the only reason she hangs out with me is because I am the only one who tolerates her!" Horror shrugged. "You ain't wrong."

ZM

"hey that sounds like me haha, you like annoying people it seems. there's nothing wrong with enjoying someone's company ya know"

Core

"I don't." Killer hissed, putting the blade in her pocket.

ZM

"actions speak louder than words killz~" noticing her standing down

Core

"Stuff it, the element of surprise is gone." Killer hissed.

ZM

"you're acting like an edgy teenager that's rebelling against your own nature. and granted, i don't know what's really going on in your head, if you hate me or horror or not. but, i do know i still consider you one of my best friends," she shrugs "so here i am."

Core

“That’s really a mistake.” Killer sighed, walking out of the castle

ZM

chara looks to horror wondering what she'll do

Core

Horror shrugged. “Wanna see something cool?”

ZM

"uuuuuuuuhh mayyyybe?" she takes a step back

Core

Horror went to the window and jumped out, hitting the rocks below with a splat

ZM

she looks down at her mangled body "well damn, that looked like it felt good." she climbs out the window and joins horror on the ground poking a mushy area of her mangled body with her foot.

Core

Horror slowly regenerated, her body fixing itself

ZM

"must say, that was indeed cool"

Core

“Told ya.” She said, standing up.

ZM

"yes you did." she hums to herself "yo, so what do you think about LJ?"

Core

“She’s fun.” Horror smiled

ZM

"is she one of your favorites to be around? I don't see you around her much"

Core

“Well she’s unstable sometimes and Nightmare is kinda protective of her.” Horror explained

ZM

"unstable how?" She tilts her head and kicks around the dirt under her finding a rock to pickup

Core

“She’ll get all twitchy and starts to babble stuff, all while laughing.” Horror said

ZM

"fair, I thought you might enjoy her ramblings so I thought I'd ask. but night is indeed protective, hmmm you know what would be fun?" she finds one and picks it up "I wanna get the kits to try and mess with LJ and killz. Maybe change their perceptions on life, It'd be good mental training. Know what? Yeah I'ma do that." She calls for shatter.

Core

Olympia opened a portal, surprising the crap out of Horror

ZM

"heyo~" she hops in the portal and goes up to the kits. "New mission, you two ready?"

Core

"Can I bring Skink? Please? Dusk taught me how to train him!" Shine begged.

ZM

"sure whatever" she's not thrilled but is going to deal with it.

Core

Shine smiled and brought the creature in her arms. Shade glared at Chara before walking

ZM

they go back out to horror "have you met the kids? they were dream's" she asks

Core

"Are you gonna eat them?" Horror asked, acting like the kits were fries and not living things

ZM

"hahah nah, and you don't get to eat them either."

Core

Horror raised a brow, "Is this supposed to be a joke?"

ZM

"nope, what do you mean by that?"

Core

"If you aren't gonna eat them, I am." Horror said, "They're food, food is for eating."

ZM

"ahem, no, they aren't food, do you consider yourself food? they're just like you ya know"

Core

"They're an easy meal, genocides are opportunists eaters, I am not one who is gonna pass up a meal." Horror crossed her arms

ZM

"haha, you totally ignored my question, but ey," she shrugs. "point is, touch them and your gonna die a thousand times over. there's plenty of meat around for you without these two."

Core

Horror growled slightly tapping her foot. "I think I know why Killer doesn't like you, you're no fun..."

ZM

"pffffff think what you want hon. do you wantta join us messing with LJ and killer or not?" she folds her arms

Core

"Yeah, yeah." Horror rolled her eye

ZM

"kay," she looks back at the portal which is now closed. she starts walking to the broken city with the kits "you guys wanna race?" she looks over at them.

Core

Shine nodded happily. Shade shrugged

ZM

"sweet," she stretches a little and coats her feet in indigo doing the same to the kids. "ready? "

Core

Shade looked at his feet in confusion, Shine nodded happily

ZM

"go!" she heads off quickly assuming the kits to have a hard time getting adjusted as she moves backwards to watch them.

Core

Shine started moving like a skater, keeping balance, Shade jumped

ZM

chara's pleased with how fast they caught on. they go through the dusty area and are nearing the city. she looks over to see horror wondering what if she is following.

Core

Horror grumbled slightly as she trotted on over

ZM

chara slides across the dirt to stop herself by the clock tower. coughing and waving the dust away.

Core

"Double, double disco queen, heading to the guillotine." She could hear

ZM

she looks around for her

Core

LJ was in the on the roof of a building.

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Is...father drunk ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

I was trying to find a way to make Bruce say that alright ? And I was thinking : “That’s kind of something I can’t see out of his mouth unless he’s drunk, which is ridiculous cause Batman’s never drunk and...Wait...OH !”. And this is how this story was born. This is a poor attempt at imagining a drunk Bruce Wayne..After my latest fic, which was very sad, I though maybe we were in need of some fluff...hoping you guys will like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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This was...a first.

You had seen him in a lot of states that most people would find impossible to even think about when it comes to the Batman.

You had seen him happy, cheerful, silly, horny, goofy, cracking stupid jokes and farting in front of you without any shame (oh the number of time he trapped you under the sheet right after he let out an awfully loud and smelly fart...ass) !

But this ?

This was most definitely a first.

Leaning against his best friend, Clark Kent, eyes half-closed and a stupid smile on his face, his tie undone hanging around his neck loosely, his dress shirt out of his pants, you were pretty sure he was very drunk.

But it was impossible ! 

You’ve never seen Bruce drunk, and you’ve been with him for years ! 

He never even got tipsy, NEVER , at all those damn galas and charity event you always had to go. Not. Even. TIPSY. 

He doesn’t like to loose control and usually drinks with parsimony. A few drinks within a few hours. Enough to socialize around a glass, definitely not enough to have his mind clouded. 

And here he was, in front of you, an elbow on Clark’s shoulder, too intoxicated to even stand on his own.

Clark gives you an apologetic smile, as you look at both of them, stunned. With a little nervous chuckle, he says :

-Hum...So things kinda got out of hands.

Bruce whips his head around to look at his friend and, outraged, says : 

-Non-sense Clarkie, things went perfectly fine ! Now bring me home, my wonderful and perfect wife is there and I want to see her because she’s wonderful and perfect and I love her.

You couldn’t believe it. Your Bruce was really drunk ! His voice wasn’t his usual one, it was weirdly clumsy and a bit higher than normal...him who always had a perfectly steady and sure low voice (that often made you shiver) !

Things do not quite register in your head, as you stare at both men, bewildered. After a few seconds, and while Bruce was singing “itsy bitsy spider”, running his fingers up Clark’s arm (imitating the spider you know), the reporter finally says :

-Not that he’s really heavy, not for me at least, but hum...Do you think we could come in ? Lois is waiting for me back home, it’s really late...

Suddenly, you realize that you didn’t even invite him in, and just stared at her for the past few minutes, too surprised to act, looking at your drunk husband and embarrassed friend without much reaction but widened eyes and mouth opened. 

-Oh, yes, sure, sorry Clark, come in, let’s go to the living room. 

The man follows you in, and you close the door behind him, completely astonished by Bruce waving at you dreamily and saying “theeeeeere she is, my wonderful and perfect wife...Or are you an Angel ?”, twisting his neck around to try and see you as you walk behind them both.

************ 

It was around 7 pm when he left to meet them in some dive bar uptown. You convinced him to go, and he wasn’t particularly happy about that but...Oh well, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. 

That night, Batgirl and Batwoman, Barbara and Kate, were on duty in Gotham and for once in a very long time, the entire family was off...Only, it was Clark’s bachelor party (finally, after years of being together, the damn man popped the question to Lois...For real though, you gotta ask yourself some questions when Bruce “I’m emotionally disabled” Wayne asks his girl to marry him BEFORE you). 

There would be other family nights, but Clark would only have one bachelor party (hopefully), and of course he really wanted his best friend to be there. 

Bruce at first refused, wanting to be with you and his sons but...well, he had to admit you were right (you always were) and to be honest, a night away from his damn children always bickering each others for no reasons (and only when HE was around ! Like with their mother, everything was FINE...how did she do it?) sounded pretty nice. 

He left at 7 pm, as you and your boys were getting ready to have a “The Lord of the Rings” marathon (extended version of course, your plan being to watch as much as you can until you all collapse of sleep and exhaustion, your belly full of cakes, ice cream and tea that Alfred made before he went to bed early...for once). 

He came back at 4 am, in the middle of “The Two Towers”, struggling to walk, leaning on his best friend (who wasn’t drunk at all). 

************

Clark couldn’t get drunk. He discovered that a while ago, when he was in college. When he told his friends that, none of them believe it and...drinking games started. 

There were Barry, Hal, J’onn, Bruce of course, Arthur and him (Clark didn’t have a lot of REAL close friends). They all got very drunk, as he kept chugging down more and more shots of whatever they gave him. 

The first one to go was Barry. They made sure he was safe in a taxi back to his home, calling his girlfriend to tell her to pick him up down their apartment. 

The second one was J’onn. Alcohol might be ineffective against Kryptonian, but oh boy did it work on Martians ! He almost blew his cover, turning back into his original form in the middle of the fucking bar, before he realized he probably had enough and left...somewhere (hopefully, home). 

The third one was Hal, and Clark had to take his Green Lantern ring away before a terrible accident could happen (or before he reveals his secret identity). They send him home too (the next day, they’d discover that he stopped the taxi in the middle of the way and wander around aimlessly the rest of the night...)

The fourth one was Bruce, but he refused to actually leave. He stayed and drunk some more. Terrible mistake. 

It took ages before Arthur finally got very drunk...Clark had to hold both him and Bruce all the way to Gotham docks. He must admit, he felt a bit guilty that he kinda threw Arthur in the sea without being very delicate, but he was starting to talk in gibberish and being overly annoying so...it had to be done. As soon as Arthur hit the water, he grabbed a few dolphins that carried him home (hopefully) while screaming “WOOOHOOOOOO” at the top of his lungs. 

And so Clark had to take Bruce back home...And here they were, in your living room. Bruce was still leaning against him and looking around as if it was the first time he saw the place, whistling, impressed, saying things like : “wow niiiiice carpet ! Guy who owns this place have good tastes”. 

After he explained to you what had happened, and after you and your family (who were watching TV calmly) went over the initial shock of your Bruce being drunk...You all started to laugh like crazy. 

Bruce joined, not really knowing why he was laughing, with a laugh that wasn’t really his (it was so ridiculous, and he kept burping throughout the entire time). 

Clark joined too of course, it wasn’t every day that he saw the entire bat family laugh like crazy like that, it was quite a sight. 

It took all of you a few minutes to calm down. After a few more explanation from Clark (how many drinks Bruce drunk (23...pretty impressive really, for a man who never drinks) and such things), the man was about to leave to go back home to his own wife and sons when something hit him all of a sudden : 

-Oh ! I gotta warn you (Y/N), he’ve been drunk for a little while and...well, it’s like he just gulped down some veritaserum or something !

You smirk at the mention of the imaginary potion that famed writer J.K Rowling created for her series of books : “Harry Potter”. 

You loved that saga, but would have never pegged the Superman to like it as well...He never mentioned it before ! Clark blushes slightly and, putting his glasses back up his nose a little bit mumbles :

-Damian lend Jon some of the Harry Potter books and he became so obssesed with it that I wanted to read them to to talk about it with him and that’s really not the point right now stop smirking at me like that (Y/N) !

You smile fondly at one of your best friend, genuinely thinking it was utterly cute that he would read seven books just to bond with his son (though, come to think of it...Bruce did it too, and he didn’t even like it !).

-No worries Clark. I love Harry Potter too. And...veritaserum ? You mean...

-I mean that you can literally ask him anything, he will answer it truthfully. At least...I think. I mean, he told us a few things that I don’t think he would ever make up so...

-Like what ? 

Clark blushes more than ever and turns his head away from you, readjusting his glasses once again. 

-Oh...N-Nothing. Not important. Ok gotta go bye ! 

And on that note, he flies away. Wayne Manor was isolated enough that it was completely fine for him to do that here but...his reaction makes you curious. You’ll have to remember to taunt him to tell you all about what Bruce said. You were pretty positive that you’d be able to “convince him” to tell you haha...

************

You and your sons go back to the living room, where you left Bruce alone the time to say goodbye to Clark and...He’s sitting calmly on the couch, as you approach him you realize that he’s commenting on the movie you were watching (the scene was frozen on Aragorn) : 

-I really don’t know why she thinks he’s so attractive but she does. My wife loves Aragorn. Or rather, she loves Viggo Mortensen. She made me watch all his damn movies, drooling over him and all. How can I compete against him ? He’s awesome in real life too ! Oh and in the movies...The movies are some of my kids’ favorites. They often watch it and...oh there they are ! 

He heard you come in and instantly stopped talking to himself (?????), smiling at all of you stupidly. He points at all of you individual, and says : 

-I love you. I love you. I love you too. And you, I love you. 

Once he’s done, he looks very pleased with himself and lean back against the couch, starting to sing the main thune of The Lord of the Rings. 

You approach him and before you can say anything, Jason goes :

-What do you really think of Superman ? 

Bruce looks at his son and his eyes grow big, shining a little, just like a little kid who just saw his hero. He straighten up in the couch and, facing the six of you (you, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass and Damian) he says : 

-He’s amazing ! Like he can lifts fucking buildings end very very big fucking rocks ! I mean, “freaking”. Don’t say fucking, kids, it’s a bad word. He can smell brownies made in Kansas from the League’s watchtower !! He can smell brownies from space ! He’s not the smartest ever, sure, but he’s so kind and nice and his hair are always flawless, like I take hours every day to make mine look decent, and he flies around the wind all the time and like his are perfect ! Fooooosh, flawless ! He’s a very good friend...hell no, he’s not a friend, he’s my brother ! I’m not even mad he slept with my wonderful and perfect wife, years ago, before we were together...I mean, I’d sleep with her too...

There’s a small silence followed by this little speech. Your sons don’t even take notice of his comment about sleeping with you. Broken by Dick : 

-Holy shit ! Uncle Clark was right ! It’s as if he’s wrapped in Aunty D’s lasso of truth ! There no way he would ever admit that Superman is that great otherwise ! I’VE NEVER SEEN HIM DRUNK ! I’M FREAKING OUT ! 

Your oldest son grabs your arm and pulls on it to bring you closer to him, putting his face really close to yours, and...Yes, freaking out a little bit. 

Tim and Damian are speechless and you...Well you don’t know what to do with all this. After all, there’s not a lot of questions you’d ask him since he’ve always been very honest with you. And you sense how dangerous all of this can be if your sons start to ask him things ! Tim, just to make sure, asks : 

-How do you like you coffee ? 

-Just like you my boy, double red eye, blackest of them all. 

Yes, this is all very dangerous if he only says the truth ! Sooner or later, they’ll ask him something that’ll be too much ! Each in turn, they ask him random things that comes through their mind, laughing way too much at the way their dad speaks and moves (so clumsy ! They’re not used to it when it comes to their father !) : 

-What’s your guilty pleasure ? 

-Watching cheesy rom-coms with Alfred. And putting ketchup on my rice.

-What do you think of climate change ? 

-Oh awful, awful thing ! 

-Do you think you’ll ever stop being broody ? 

-Absolutely no chance. Unless I get drunk every day, like right now, but then we’re replacing an existing problem with another bigger problem...

-Do you really like Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches or do you only act like you do not to hurt his feelings ? 

-I’m a great actor. 

-Between Diana and Clark, who would win in a fight ? 

-Diana would whoop his ass in an instant ! But Clark would still have flawless hair...

-Do you actually enjoy wearing costumes and three piece suits ? 

-Hate it, I wish I could hang out in pyjamas all day...

-Did you really like my cake ? 

-Yes, it was amazing. 

The next question, coming out yet again of Jason’s mouth, makes you cringe and is exactly what you feared :

-Who’s your favorite child ? 

Bruce looks at him and a horrified expression paints itself on his face : 

-Favorite ? FAVORITE ?! I don’t have a favorite ! How could I ? You’re all so amazing and perfect ! Not to be mistaken with your mother, my wife, who’s wonderful and perfect. It’s different, but still the same. You guys are all so beautiful. I love you all so much, equally, for real real. 

Jason pouts a little bit, though he’s secretly relieved. He’s about to ask another question but his father isn’t done. 

Bruce tries to stand up and fails miserably, falling back down in the couch and instead of going to them, he settles for pointing at them. He starts with his oldest : 

-You Dick, you’re my favorite because you’re everything I wish I was. You lived the same tragedy than me, you lost your parents at the same age than me, but you never became me. You never became that dark and stupid man I am. You’re a light Dick, you’re a light for everyone ! We’re all lost boats and you’re a very bright lighthouse ! ...Or...Rather we’re all lost people who are on a boats, I forgot the name of people who work on a boat...I know in French it’s “marin” but that’s it. We’re all “marin” and you’re our bright lighthouse Dick. I love you so much my boy. And I’m so proud of you. I admire you a lot too...My beautiful lighthouse ! 

It’s rare, that Dick Grayson is left speechless. Very rare indeed. But hearing his father outright say that he loves him like that is a first...Bruce’ve always had his own way of showing them he loved them, his own twisted speeches of telling them how much they mean to him, and this is a first...Well, he’s drunk after all. 

Your oldest son is kinda glad that his father doesn’t wait for an answer and turns to Jason, saying : 

-And you Jaybird, you’re also my favorite. My sweet and beautiful boy. I know you think I disapprove of everything you do but it’s not true. All I want, all I ever wanted, all I ever want for you is for you to be happy, to be able to live again...And I’ll always be there to support you, no matter what.I felt a part of me die with you when you were gone you know. You made me want to become someone better. I love you very much, and I wish you knew that. I wish you knew how much you mean to me. You mean everything Jason ! Everything ! When you died I thought...I thought I could never...I could never...thanks God your mom was there but I thought...it was impossible to...But then you came along Tim ! 

Jason does a very poor job at trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and just like his older brother, he’s very glad that his father’s attention is deflected on someone else. Namely, Tim : 

-You Tim, you’re my favorite ! You arrived in a very dark moments of our lives ! You came not too long after Jason’s death, and neither me nor your mom wanted to...get attached again. It hurt to much to loose Jason...And yet here you came along, little eight year old boy knocking on our door telling us he figured out I was Batman ! You forced your way into your life and I’m so glad it happened. You helped us go through so much, and you don’t even know it !  You’re the smartest most brilliant man I know...Even smarter than me I think. I love you Timmy, I love you so much, and I’m glad you decided to take the “Wayne” name because with you, I know my parents’ name will be carried out well...With you too Damian ! 

Tim’s cheeks tint with red, and a stupid kind of smile appears on his face at his father’s words...Not even Damian’s little “tt” and smug face can break his good mood right now. 

But Damian doesn’t do his famous little “tt” and instead, is completely focused on what his father has to say :

-Damian you’re my favorite. You came such a long way since you arrive in our home ! I’m so proud of you, I’m so so so proud of you. You overcame everything you were raised to believe to become a better boy and...I know you’ll be a beacon for so many people in your life. You’ll change things, things I’ve never been able to change. Your compassion and passion is an example for everyone ! You’re so much more than you think you are, and you don’t need my approval...You’ve got it anyway. I love you my boy, and this will never change no matter what and I. 

Before he can finish his speech, and talk about why Cass is also his favorite...Damian lunges into his arms. 

For a few seconds, you wonder if Bruce isn’t going to throw up, as he becomes suddenly very white after the impact of his sons against his chest and belly full of damn alcohol...But them your husband’s arms wrap around his son and he sighs deeply, content. It’s only when Dick, Jason and Tim make a mocked “aaaawwwww” and join in the hug that they separate. 

Damian “Tt” them, and Bruce, too drunk to really be his stoic and serious self, just kinda...laugh and hit his thigh as if they made the most hilarious joke in the world. 

But even that drunk, he didn’t forget what he was saying. He turns to Cassandra and continues : 

-Cass, my only and oh so precious daughter ! You’re my favorite because you get me. On a level none other do. You’re an inspiration because despite the abuse you went through you never turned evil, despite what people forced you to do you’ve always been a hero. I love you so so so so so much, and you don’t have to speak for me to know that you’re the most perfect little girl a man can ask  for. My only precious daughter. I can’t believe how you’ve grown, there’s not a day that goes by without you surprising me by how amazing you are. I love you. I love you all. 

They don’t even know what to add to that. Hell, they even forgot to ask more questions even though it’s clear their father would answer them all...This is YOUR opportunity to jump in and stop this madness. 

Besides, it’s very late, you’re getting tired, and Bruce also needs sleep, a big glass of water and a miracle if he wants to not be too hungover the next day !  

You jump on the occasion that your children all have lumps in their throats and are too touched to think of anything else to ask to say : 

-Ok kids, time to go to bed. We’ll finish LotR tomorrow ! 

They don’t even protest. They don’t even whine to stay longer. They don’t even THINK of asking any other questions to their father who turned into a truth pit. There’s thousands of questions you know they could ask. Things to embarrass him. Things to satisfy their curiosity. Things. 

But they don’t. Exhausted. Both mentally and physically. Damn they weren’t ready for that ! They’re about to leave but their father is calling them back in, asking for a goodnight kiss and it’s just so...Weird. 

Usually, only you would demand goodnight kisses, their father would just...not really like it ? But maybe they were wrong ? Maybe he loved it ? Because right now, as he smooches their faces and hug them tight, it certainly looks like he’s enjoying it and oh it’s so strange how he keeps saying “I love you” every time ! Nice, but strange ! 

They leave with a last stunned look to their dad, who waves at them happily. 

A child. He looks like a tiny child. Maybe that’s how he was before his parents’ death ? Happy and carefree, loving hugs and kisses and not afraid to tell his feelings ? Maybe...

Finally you and Bruce are alone, and you turn to him, wondering how you’re gonna manage to bring him all the way up to your shared bedroom...

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After ten attempts at going up the stairs, resulting in Bruce almost breaking his neck and you bruising your sides...You decide against going back to your bedroom and instead go fetch a few blankets and pillows to settled down in the living room couch. 

You take Bruce’s shoes off...or try to, as he grabs you by the waist and crush you against his chest. 

-Did I tell you I love you today, my wonderful and perfect love ? 

-...Yes...Yes a few time already, you’re squeezing me baby. 

-Oh, well that’s a change. Usually you’re the one squeezing me. 

You roll your eyes at his not-so-subtle sex reference and pull away from him a bit. He looks at you intently, his eyes delving deep into yours, staring, love and awe shining in his pupils. 

-I love you, (Y/N).

-Yes I think you’ve said that a few times.

-But I really do ! And I’m not saying that because I’m drunk. I really, really love you. You’re the best. You’re genuinely the best. Without you, I couldn’t endure everything that happens. I couldn’t raise our children. I...I couldn’t live. Without you nothing makes sense. You’re my everything. You genuinely are. You don’t even know it, but you’re the reason I function. I love you so much (Y/N), I love you so fucking much. 

-Broosh...

-Can I touch your boobs ? 

-I’m...Wait, what ? 

-Your boobs, I really like them, can I touch them ? 

You roll your eyes once again. Well, so much for a romantic declaration uh, the mood is ruined, as his drunk self takes over a little bit. You’re about to tell him to shut up and sleep but...oh the puppy eyes. 

He dares to give you puppy eyes. And so you crack and say : 

-Sure. Sure Bruce, you can...touch my boobs. 

In a childish manner, he giggles and happily slide his hands under your shirt, all the way up to your boobs, and just hold them, as you’re now laying on him. 

-I really like your boobs. So soft and squishy. I love them. Almost as much as I love the rest of you. I love you, (Y/N). 

-I love you too Bruce. 

You can’t help but smile, as you feel your eyelids fall heavy...

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The next morning, all of you are extra careful not to wake Bruce up, as he’s heavily sleeping (and snoring, which happens rarely) in the living room. 

When he finally emerges, he looks absolutely awful and...

“Note to self : Let’s get drunk a bit more often, it’s nice to be taken care off like that”

He thinks, as you guys take great care of him all day. He doesn’t really remember what happens, but...he guessed he didn’t make a fool of himself too much ? 

The End. 

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Just a shitty short story I guess...Sorry, It’s rushed and bad, I wrote this in twenty minutes, at 11 pm, after a long day of working and I’m suppose to wake up at 4 am to go back to work so...Not in the best shape, yet wanted to write something blahblahblah and since I finished it might as well post it blah I’ll shut up now or I’ll start pointing out everything wrong with this shit.