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[crystalbeetle888]

Second Chances

Dog-Hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded Reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings- mention of minor stalker/stalking, nothing violent just creepy, course language, reader has anxiety and depression,

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The pungent smell of chlorine is the first thing you notice when entering HRF or Hybrid Rehabilitation Facility. The distant sound of animal-like yowling sets you on edge as you approach the front desk. An older woman sits behind the counter, casually reading a magazine. She looks you up and down "Name?" her voice drawls. You give her your name and she stands with a sigh "Follow me".

She leads you through a long white hall lined with various doors. Distressed sounds of yapping and whining resonates from each of the rooms. Passing through the hall and into another, metal cell doors line the walls. "These are the ones you can pick from" she says before sitting in a chair by the door. You awkwardly stare down the hall for a moment, not entirely comfortable with the situation. The strange silence doesn't help ease your nerves either.

After years of CBT to treat your anxiety and depression you had finally given in to your therapists advice and decided to get a support-hybrid. Despite your dislike for the whole system surrounding hybrids, you needed one now. Due to an unforeseen, minor, stalker situation, that has triggered you deeply enough to affect your ability to be independent.

The way it works, is instead of putting hybrids in jail with the rest of the predominantly human population, they place them in rehabilitation facilities where they can then be reintegrating into society on parole, or be legally adopted by a human guardian, if they're especially difficult. However, most hybrids never make it out on their own and are left completely at the mercy of whoever adopts them. And because most well-intentioned humans aren't equipped to deal with destructive hybrids, lots of them go their entire lives in these facilities after making one stupid mistake.

The entire thing was fucking wrong, and you wish you could just slap the hell out of the asshole who set that system up. But here’s you are instead, about to adopt someone you only hope will tolerate you and possibly, best case scenario, help your mental health.

You briskly walk past each cell, making awkward eye contact with them as you briefly read their patient notes.

A 19 year old, female, bengal-cat-hybrid, arrested for theft and minor drug offences. Sounds like more than you can handle.

A 30 year old, male, angora-rabbit-hybrid, fined for property damage and arson. Not really suitable for your rental situation.

Lastly, a 34 year old, male, kangal-dog-hybrid, dishonourably discharged for causing bodily harm and inflicting emotional distress.

You snort, ‘Institutionalised for causing emotional distress, really?’ You think to yourself.

You look up to find the man watching you with critical eyes “Something funny?” He asks, his thick English accent cuts through the silence. “Discharged for causing emotional distress?” You raise your brow at him.

He huffs, and hangs his head “They had to charge me for double or I wouldn’t end up here” he explains.

“Jesus that’s fucked” you blurt out.

Guilt eats away at you, your stomach twisting with anxiety “Look.. I’m not exactly comfortable with this situation, but I’m looking for someone to do security and support work”,

“Security?”,

You rub your hands together anxiously, “I have a minor stalker situation, he isn’t violent, just creepy. But it’s affecting my mental health and ability to be independent”.

He hums in thought. “I’m not gonna make you come with me if you don't want to, but you are my best candidate" you smile at him nervously.

He seems to think for a moment before turning back to you and rising to his feet "Well if I'm the best there is, then we ought to find a way to make this work aye?" he gives you a wide, tight lipped smile. Kinda like a quokka.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, "Thank you.. um?" "John. John Price" he offers you his hand through the bars. You shake it stiffly, noticing how his large hand envelops yours and his claws prick your skin. You laugh nervously at him before turning to the nurse "I think I've made my choice".

John stands behind you as you finish filling out the paperwork at the front desk, his towering figure is something you'd have to learn to get used to.

“This is your temporary license until your card comes in mail. You need to have this on you at all times while in public with him. And he, needs to wear this at all times in public" the lady slides over the paper license and a lanyard with his I.D and your contact information. "If he is found guilty of any more charges from here on out, you will be the one fined for it, or he will be sent right back here for further rehabilitation. Do you understand these terms?" she says in a bored voice. You clear your throat awkwardly "Yes".

"Great, have a good day then" she dismisses you, picking up her magazine again. You pocket the license and grab the I.D before turning to your new housemate. "Ready to go?" you ask him. "As I'll ever be" he responds. The two walk towards the exit together, "Great let’s get out of here, this place is fucking creepy" you say in a hushed voice, causing him to chuckle.

The drive back to your house was filled with light conversation, mostly you telling him about yourself and him nodding along. Finally, you pull up into the driveway “Here we are” you say getting out. The house was a blue two story home, with a small rose garden in the front and a cozy yard round the back. Hopping up the front steps your keys jangle as you let yourself in. “Welcome to your new home, for now” you say, closing the door behind him, “I’m just renting for now until I get this whole inheritance thing sorted”.

“I’m sorry for your loss” he say, placing his bag down by the stairs. You wave him off “Oh don’t be. I never really knew my mother, I was adopted so..” you explain.

Waking down the hall you enter the kitchen and living space, the smell of chicken soup permeates through the air. You lift the lid of the slow-cooker, steam bellowing out. The soup bubbles violently, as you go to grab the pre-made rice noodle from the fridge. Turning around, John stands in the doorway, peaking around the corner, staring at the soup. “You hungry?” You ask, as you strain the noodles into the sink before pouring them into the cooker. “Very” he replies shortly. You chuckle at his response. “It’s pretty hot, but it’s ready now” you say, pulling out two bowls from the draw and handing him one.

You serve the both of you dinner, before settling down on the couch in front of the T.V “You wanna watch some Alone? I’m on season 6” you turn to him. John turns back to you, mouth on the edge of the bowl as he shovels in the soup “hmm?”. You snort at him “Never mind, I’ll just put it on”.

With full bellies, the two of you watch T.V until late in the night. You let out a long yawn “You ready for bed yet John?” You ask, turning to him. He grunts a yes, his eyes droopy as he stares back at you tiredly.

Turning the telly off, you lead him upstairs “This is my room if you need me. Yours is just down there. It’s already set up and I’ve left some clothes for you in the closet. This is your bathroom so feel free to have a shower. Uhhh.. yeah good night” you smile at him awkwardly before turning to enter your room.

“Hay” he calls out, causing you to turn in the doorway. “hmm?” You look at him surprised.

“Thank you.. for all of this” he says sincerely. He stares into your eyes, and possibly your soul, with great vulnerability. Your chest swells with a feeling you’re not quite familiar with, your body twitching with energy. You nod at him and smile as normal as you can, with your body wanting to move around. “Good night John” is the only thing you can think to say.

He nods at you, eyes shining with gratitude. You close the door slowly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

After getting ready for bed, you are finally able to crawl under the covers and settle in for the night. In the next room over you hear John having a long shower before returning to his room. A sense of security and peace washes over you as you finally drift off to sleep.

Part. 2

A/N: My story was inspired by one of @princepotionsss COD Au’s.

If you enjoyed mine, you’ll definitely enjoy theirs ❤️

[yohajitou]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Animate Tokuten Drama CD: ”The Vampires ★ Snoozing Next to You” [Kino]

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT アニメイト 各巻購入特典 ドラマCD ｢添い寝でおやすみ★ヴァンパイア｣ 

Audio: Here

Note: Kino and Yui (MC) had a fun time playing games together. This CD has more interesting sounds than I expected. But I don't like how Kino criticized Yui for being bad at games. And she finally responded to that criticism by beating him in a cooking game ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

____________Translation is here___________

[00:05] "Hey, can I talk to you for a sec? You're free now, right? Wanna play a game?"

[00:16] "Yeah, I got kinda bored playing alone. I thought playing with you for a change might be nice."

[00:27] "Of course, I know you're not good at games. So, I installed a bunch of different apps on my phone. With these, there’s gotta be at least one game you can actually play decently. Alright, let’s start. Let’s go to the bed."

[00:50] "Huh? Did you just imagine something weird? Really? Your face is all red. Suspicious."

[01:01] "Well, I don’t mind granting my princess’s wish. You don’t have to deny it so much, you know?"

[01:11] "Whatever. I just said 'bed' because I figured we might fall asleep while playing."

[01:19] "Sorry to disappoint. Here, take this. Let’s take turns playing on my phone."

[01:34] "First up, a classic action game. The rules are simple—whoever defeats the most enemies in 30 seconds wins."

[01:45] "Got it? I’ll go first. Alright, start!"

/Yui said that Kino plays very fast/

[01:57] "Of course I’m fast. I play this game every day."

[02:02] "And... done. 30 enemies in 30 seconds, 30 points."

[02:10] "Well, for this game, that’s pretty average. One enemy per second is easy."

[02:18] "Anyway, it’s your turn. Here."

[02:25] "Oh, by the way, if you lose more times than I do today... I’ll get to play with you however I want. Are you just gonna space out? It’s already started."

[02:45] "Wow, seriously. You’re unbelievably bad at this. You keep mixing up the attack and jump buttons. Why are you just hopping in front of the enemy like that? Oh no, they’re attacking you. Look, there are enemies coming from behind too!"

[03:07] "Ah, it’s over. So, let’s see... you defeated five enemies."

[03:15] "Five points, huh? Haha, that’s just pathetic."

/Yui feels unhappy/

[03:23] "No need to feel down about it. I knew you weren’t good at these kinds of games, so I installed other apps too."

[03:32] "Give me your phone. Let’s try this one next."

[03:40] "You might be better at this—it's a cooking game. The winner is whoever successfully finishes the dish in under a minute. Well, games and real life are different, but I still don’t think I’ll lose."

[04:03] "Alright, I’m going first again."

[04:06] "Start!"

[04:10] "First, I have to peel the white radish... Katsura-muki?" (1)

[04:16] "What’s that? Katsura is like... a wig, right? Why isn’t it showing me how to do it? I have no idea, but I just have to peel it, right?"

[04:26] "Slides screen... Huh?! Why am I getting minus points?!"

[04:33] "Next, I have to cut the white radish into fan-shaped, stick-shaped, or half-moon cuts... Like I’d know how to do that!"

/Yui finishes the game/

[04:45] "No way. I didn’t finish anything before the time ran out. What kind of crappy game is this?! How is it fair to make a game that’s unplayable without cooking knowledge?!"

[04:57] "I’m done with this one. Let’s play something else."

[05:04] "Ugh, shut up. There’s no point in continuing this."

[05:10] "Unfair? Cocky, aren’t you?"

[05:13] "Ugh, now I’m getting annoyed."

[05:17] "Maybe I should just do whatever I want with you before we even decide a winner. Hey, that’s fine, right?"

/Yui started shaking/

[05:32] "Haha, you’re all jumpy. You’re so fun to watch."

[05:38] "Since we’re already on the bed... what should we do? Might as well do something fun. You know..."

[05:54] "Oh well. If you really want to keep playing, go ahead."

[05:59] "Here."

[06:02] "But since you actually know how to cook, I’ll give you a handicap—your time limit is cut in half."

[06:11] "I pressed start."

[06:14] "You better try your best before I do whatever I want to you..."

*Time skip*

[06:33] "Huh? What was I doing again?"

[06:38] "I think... I was with them..."

[06:48] "Oh, I see. We fell asleep in the middle of the last game. I wasn’t really planning to play until we actually passed out, though."

[07:02] "Oh well. Haha, you’re sleeping so peacefully."

[07:12] "Wait a sec... if we fell asleep midway... Whoa, it’s a tie!"

[07:21] "That card game was actually pretty close. And as frustrating as it is, I totally lost the cooking game. Well, that was the game’s fault anyway."

[07:35] "So that means... a draw."

[07:40] "Too bad, I guess I don’t get to do whatever I want with you after all."

[07:47] "But... oh, you’re awake. Before we fell asleep, we had so much fun, right?"

/Yui does not remember/

[08:01] "You don’t remember? Even though it got so intense?"

[08:09] "I never said I wasn’t talking about the game. Haha, you’re panicking first thing after waking up. Too bad, you just look even cuter that way. Your face is so red. My princess is really something else. I don’t think I could ever let you go."

[08:40] "Ugh... it’s still early. You can sleep a little more. I think I’ll nap a bit more too. Come here."

[08:58] "Hey, we never really settled the game, but... It was fun, wasn’t it? You think so too, right? Heh, of course you do."

[09:15] "So, let’s do this again—playing together until we fall asleep. It’ll definitely be fun. Yeah, it’s a promise."

[09:35] "Alright, good night."

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(1) Kino is confusing two words here:

- 桂剥き (Katsuramuki) is a cutting technique in Japanese cuisine, commonly used to peel vegetables such as white radish into a continuous thin sheet, similar to a roll of paper. This technique requires a high level of skill and is often seen in traditional Japanese cuisine, especially when preparing dishes like sashimi or for food decoration.

- 鬘 (Katsura) means wig.

That’s why Kino said it’s a wig while the game is actually referring to a different meaning.

[that-rackin-frackin-varmint]

#62 — 08/03/2022 11:34 PM

Discussing Bugs' and Daffy's dynamic from Back in Action part 1

Bugs is generally aware of Daffy’s character, but I think he’s aware of specifically his base traits of being narcissistic, prideful, and stubborn. Yet amicable, cheerful and genuine.

Daffy is unrelentlessly honest in his motives, and explicit to a fault. Yet that burst of unpredictable or pure emotion has and always will catch Bugs off guard. I don’t think that campfire scene is Bugs just being stunned by Daffy’s display of vulnerability.

He knows Daffy feels that rejection, but Daffy communicating his frustration beyond his signature egotism, and rather a disgruntled feeling of underappreciation and negligence from his coworkers is a very real feeling. In that moment, Daffy’s being more real than a looney tune is obligated to be. And Bugs (being acutely aware of toon logic and the nature of it) gets shocked at just how genuine Daffy’s source of despair can be. ‘Real’ feelings are not something Bugs is adept in dealing with. Yet Daffy does have a profound sadness to him, that Bugs knows he can’t really help with his limitations and the maintenance of status quo. He does try, as much as his “effortless” persona allows him.

So to that extent, the campfire scene is a disconnect between the two characters. Where Bugs doesn’t meet Daffy halfway, and as the ending suggests, he can’t/doesn’t intend to.

Yeah, Daffy’s the heart and soul of what I can only describe as “Bugs’ movie”. That’s fine and dandy for a poetic “Daffy is Bugs’ heart” line. But Bugs being only as emotionally invested in this movie as he is invested in to sticking with Daffy says a lot about his own psyche/priorities. He cares about Daffy enough to stick by him, but he struggles to know how he should react to Daffy.

Real emotions are hard to react to, genuinity is a weak spot for him, and he isn’t gonna singlehandedly change people’s perspective on Daffy. Status quo and all that.

So, he can’t tease, flirt, chat him up, joke, or charm his way out of the raw emotion.

What does he do?

Be forced to sit back. Hopeless in the simple act of comforting his best friend.

Present day thoughts:

No notes, I fw the campfire scene immensely. I could probably summarize these thoughts a lot more succinctly now, but I haven't changed the crux of my points about this moment.

Back in Action is one of those time capsule stories where I might have oscillating thoughts about the character portrayals in em and how it might be revisionist and reductive for a legacy film -- but when I analyse the way scenes are handled in a vacuum, my appreciation and analysis of them don't change all that much.

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in which i finally review my thin wild mercury samples

- chelsea staircase by thin wild mercury is so good...very lemon iced tea. this is a half sweet iced tea with a lemon in it, but midway through i start getting sunflower. which is very buttery and kind of oddly savory? it's not like a gourmandy buttery savory, it does smell like sunflower, but it’s not a note i'm used to. but i did immediately recognize it bc ive grown sunflowers! i don't get a canvas or wrought iron note but there is a tangy-metallic musk? probably the fantasy note they're going for. this smells like yellow hazy sunshine.

- girl of the year is EASILY my favorite of the bunch. opening is soft cherry chapstick with an orrisy flair, but very distinctive leather jacket and a smoky incense like it's not the soft suppley leather i get from shalimar. this is a bit heftier. a little darker and muskier. weirdly very wearable on intimate sniff. very leathery, but the waft is cherry chapstick. when i get a job i'm probably going to get a FB of girl of the year. it's kind of the leather scent of my dreams; resiny and evocative and smokey, but light enough to wear. i think it's a strong contender also for best cherry scent i've tried.

- sheep meadow is confusing. definitely like. a blueberry fluff note. but it's cottony and not the right sort of sweet. i would say it's also kind of laundry detergent floral but not placeable. the lavender is there but it's musky. it's like a big pale blue stuffy. or like when they used to have those scented plush animals? this is what i imagined as a kid the blue ones smelled like. not what they actually smelled like but the vibe. i am assuming much like most almond scents on me, the almond will be in the dry down and it will last for fucking ever. this smells like a person. like i know this lady. i detect no chocolate. reminds me of osmofolia cirrus if it was also a blueberry vape

- the last one is 34 bohemian cafes. disclaimer: rose notes die on me so i knew this one wasn't gonna do it. it's a nice leather scent (this may be thin wild mercury's great strength), and the pepper is nice, but it's pretty dark, masculine, woody, and heavy- more than i usually go for. my preferred androgynous scents tend to be herby and this is very deep. i also get a woody resiny sweetness. in fact, this is a bit sweeter than girl of the year, but i think this is because i am more sensitive to wood/resin sweetness than other sorts of it, or my skin amps it up, because it isn’t as sweet as girl of the year on paper. smells kind of like the back of a smokey bar in a nice way, but i think this sample will be given to my brother.

i think the strongest two for me are girl of the year and chelsea staircase.

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JUNE 28TH, 2011 (THE FOURTH RAKE OF THE APOCALYPSE)

6:49 AM I slept. Donnie wants to come with me to meet with Bill.

7:22 AM We’re at the pharmacy. Nobody’s here. We’ll wait it out.

8:05 AM Donnie doesn’t think anyone’s coming. I think she’s right. We’re heading back.

8:30 AM MOTHERUCKf BASH rfh WHATI oh my god eyes

1:56 PM in my bed oh god its eyes were like hell It was like I had a soul and it was staring into it. It was the Rake. It was a fourth Rake. I think I backed my head into the wall too fast.

1:59 PM Donnie’s in here now.

2:01 PM Fuck. Donnie says Bill’s dead. He was torn to shreds. The Rake got him. Fuck fuck fuck. Bill had some papers for me. I’m getting out of bed.

2:07 PM Oh god I haven’t thrown up in a while. That’s a lot of.. I mean, that looks nothing like Bill anymore. It’s all blood and torn flesh, scattered all over the room. What’s left of Bill is scattered all over the walls and floor and ceiling. ..the wall. THE WHITE JESTER IS NEXT djushgusdfigjfdg FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DICK I HATE YOU YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKING PIECE OF DICK SHIT FUCK

5:49 PM The Rake wants to fuck with me, does he? Well, I’ll fucking give the fucker something to fucking fuck with. Tiger Stripes, we’ve got one more Rake to kill. Let’s do this. For Bill, for that Asian dude, and for all the people who the Rake has terrified and/or maimed. Now if only I knew where the fuck the Rake was.

7:23 PM Someone said they saw it outside. C’mon, Tiger Stripes. Batter up. I dunno. Let’s just do this. I’m putting my sunglasses on. It’s nearly half-past, and I’m putting my sunglasses on. I want the Rake to know I’m not fucking around.

7:32 PM On second thought, maybe wearing sunglasses at night isn’t the best way to convey the message “I don’t fuck around.” Fuck it, taking ‘em off.

7:34 PM SAW THE FUCKER Where you running off to?

7:37 PM WAIT ..fffffffff This didn’t go the way I had planned. How am I gonna break the news to them?

8:05 PM I told ‘em it straight-out. The Rake ran into the Exodus. Now we have a bit of a panic on our hands.

9:45 PM We had a meeting and a headcount. To sum it up, - There are twenty-five of us left. - The trip on the Exodus will take six days if we’re lucky. - There’s a goddamn Rake somewhere on the Exodus. - We have five members of the Exodus crew, plus two doctors. - We have one sick person. She wasn’t here for the meeting, but she was counted in the headcount. - We have six children, four of whom (including Donnie and I) are teenagers. - We have twelve adult passengers, including the innkeeper and the sick lady, as well as Richard and Meredith. - Worth noting: This is just us who have been headcounted. Not that I think we’ll find any legitimate stowaways, but you never know. So. Six days, twenty-five people, one boat, one Rake hiding away. Why do I get th

10:10 PM Motherfucker, this is insane. - We have twenty-four people. A young child, a kid named Jeremy, was just found with his head cleanly cut off. That’s the modus operandi of the Masked Massacrer. But Rake’s already killed Masky; he was Bill. Which was shocking, yes, but still.

10:15 PM So let me get this straight. Twenty-four people on the Exodus for six days straight. One of us might be the Masked Massacrer, or it might be a stowaway. There is also a Rake hiding away somewhere. Tiger Stripes, give me strength.

(Attached: “Ah, the sea, greatest mystery of the Earth. Older than the species that conceptualized Time, and we owe our past to her. Yet no one knows much about her depths, no one except Salmacis, and it has this tendency to not want to share her information with the rest of us. Salmacis is another odd case altogether, though I’ll have to prepare if I want to tell you about her. There’s a lot to say, and no easy way to say it.”)

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Silent Sparks - Volt 34

Warnings: None? Word count: 3724

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

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Volt 33 | Volt 35

After a bit longer of the three playing Mario Kart, we decided to get changed into clothes for bed. Mina skipped up the stairs to go change into her clothes while the four of us changed in the basement.

I regret life decisions.

I got changed as quickly as possible, not wanting to be left in the open for longer than necessary. Even after I changed into the black tank top Kiri let me borrow and a pair of grey joggers, I felt two sets of eyes on me. Cautiously, I looked up to see a set of golden and crimson eyes, the former staring with wide eyes and the latter staring quizzically.

"Everything okay?" I asked lightly, worried about the two reacting to seeing the angry lines on my stomach.

"Is your chest bigger than mine?" Kirishima asked curiously, I blinked once, then twice before fiddling with my hearing aids.

"I just got these things, did I hear you right? Did you ask if my chest is bigger than yours?" Sero fell back cackling and clenching his stomach.

"Yeah! Bro look how tight that tank top is on you!" I looked down at my torso, I could feel how tight it was to begin with but looking down I saw just how tight it was.

"Why is Sero laughing on the floor?" Mina asked as she came back in.

"Mina, is Tsukabros chest bigger than mine?" Kiri asked her seriously. She stood there for a minute before walking closer, examining our chests at side views before giving her answer.

"My answer is, yes. His chest is bigger than yours." I raised an eyebrow incredulously as Sero failed at stopping his laughter.

"Really?" I asked in shock, to which the girl happily nodded.

"Mhm! Also I'm totally making you guys make a Tik Tok with me, I'll teach you guy's the dance for it!" Kiri sarcastically groaned and I looked at him confused.

"Almost every time we hang out or have a sleep over, Mina makes us learn a different Tik Tok dance. Sero's the only one that can keep up with her." I could tell he wasn't angry about it but feigning annoyance.

"What'd you choose this time?" Sero asked her and she quickly pulled up the video on her phone. The four of us circling around to watch what our bubbly friend was going to make us do. "Pon de replay by Rihanna? Simple enough, I thought you would've given me something a little more challenging Mina." The girl giggled at that.

"Please, you're the only one here that can keep up with me! Plus we have Tsukababes for the first time, gotta start off small." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly as I sat down on one of the couches.

"Onryo, this is your chance to say no. Save yourself before you're stuck doing these things forever." Denki said dramatically making me laugh a bit.

"It can't be that bad. What's the worst that'll happen? I find out I can't dance?" This caused the two people with said ability to look at me in shock.

"Wait, did Denks just call you by your given name?" Sero asked curiously.

"Have you never danced before?" Mina asked immediately after.

"Yes, to both..." I knew my lack of dancing would probably make the two erupt in chaos, and it did. Mina smacked her hands to her face and looked at me flabbergasted.

"I shouldn't be surprised with who your Dad is, but isn't Miss Midnight like, your honorary Aunt? And she never taught you to dance? She seems like the dancing type!" I chuckled lightly and shrugged.

"I'm sure she does but again, she's the 'R-Rated Hero' for a reason. So it's probably a good thing I haven't seen her dance." Mina nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Yeah that makes sense. Okay, so tomorrow, we're going to the park and we're gonna do it there!" Everyone silently agreed, tired after a full week of classes and studying.

While Sero and Kiri blew up the two air mattresses, I tried to sneak a look at Denki, only to see he was already looking at me. Our eyes met and I felt my heart skip a beat, neither of us daring to look away first. The yellow irises staring back at me were enamoring. I couldn't find the strength to look away, even as my face flushed.

"I still can't believe your chest is bigger than mine, Tsukabro." Kiri said casually as he laid on the now inflated mattress whilst staring at the ceiling, his statement making both of us turn to look at him, thus ending our prolonged eye contact.

"After finals we can start going to the gym together if you want." He pumped a fist into the air while smiling.

"Yeah! I'm pumped! How much do you bench?" I thought for a moment since I haven't been able to use any heavy weights lately.

"Uh, probably like 175 to 180 (79.3-81.6 kilograms) but that was at the start of the school year so it could be different now." Kirishima's eyes widened into saucers.

"Bro I'm benching like, 150 (68 kilograms) at best!" I sheepishly smiled, noticing Kaminari gawking at the difference.

"W-Well you've been working out for half the time I have so it's only natural, right?" He hummed in thought before nodding.

Mina plopped down beside me on the couch and rested her head on my shoulder, quietly asking if it was okay to which I nodded.

"Okay amigos, we should get some sleep before one of us has to pick up a sleeping Mina and get her onto the air mattress." She groaned about having to move but got up and plopped down next to Kirishima.

"Sorry Tsukababes," Mina yawned as she rested her head on Kiri's bicep, "I always end up laying on someone in my sleep and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I blame it on the fact that I cuddle my stuffed animals at home." My heart warmed at the fact that she didn't want to risk pushing my comfort on anything, even platonically.

"Thanks Min." She gave me a sleepy smile and a half nod. "Also uh, would one of you be able to wake me up in the morning? I don't wanna bother all of you with the light on my alarm and my hearing aids have to charge." I hesitantly asked, not used to asking for accommodations from my friends.

"I'll wake you up, don't worry about it." Sero told me, my shoulders relaxing. I took my hearing aids out, plugged in the charging stand and hooked them up. I turned and saw Sero's lips moving.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I was just saying how I've never seen hearings aids before, it's cool." I gave him a small smile, happy that my friends were so chill about everything.

"If you want you guys can get a closer look in the morning." Sero nodded excitedly, while the others agreed in their own way.

I laid down on the far right side of the air mattresses, Sero opting to take the other end beside Kiri and Mina, which left Denki to sleep next to me. I simply laid on my back, one arm tucked under my head and the other grasping my phone since with my screwed up sleep schedule, I wasn't falling asleep any time soon. After about twenty minutes, a text from a certain blond laying beside me caught my attention.

From Pikachu: Hey :)

To Pikachu: Hey :)

From Pikachu: Can't sleep?

To Pikachu: I'm usually up late, insomnia and whatnot

To Pikachu: What are you still doing up? Shouldn't you be asleep like everyone else?

From Pikachu: I have a hard time falling asleep, happens to the best of us

To Pikachu: I'm sorry about that

I hesitated before sending my next text, hoping I wasn't coming off too strong.

To Pikachu: Is there anything I can do to help?

From Pikachu: Uh, I don't know, I know you don't go out of your way for physical affection and stuff so I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or have you feel obligated or anything

To Pikachu: I'm mostly uncomfortable with touch from people I don't know or if I'm in a weird mood, I would tell you outright if anything you guys did made me uncomfortable

From Pikachu: Okay you've convinced me to ask

From Pikachu: Can I use your arm as a pillow? I can feel how warm you are from here 😳

To Pikachu: Sure

He looked over at me, our phones illuminating our faces and I just hoped he couldn't see how red I was.

He shuffled over towards me, careful not to wake up anyone beside us and with one last hesitant look, his head rested on my bicep. Golden tresses fanning out over my muscle and pillow, small bits sticking up sporadically but still looking perfect.

From Pikachu: Thank you, you're really comfortable :)

To Pikachu: No need to thank me, I'll still be up for a little bit

With my arm being bent, it gave me the right angle to play with his hair, and since that always relaxes me, that's what I did. My fingertips raked across his scalp, combing through the hair that I could given the way my arm was.

From Pikachu: If you keep doing that I might not stay awake much longer

To Pikachu: The goal was to help you sleep, Denks

From Pikachu: Yeah but then if I fall asleep you'll be alone :(

To Pikachu: It's okay if you fall asleep, I'm getting tired myself

From Pikachu: Fine but you better get some sleep

To Pikachu: I will, night Denks

From Pikachu: Night Ryo

He locked his phone but I left mine on while I scrolled through social media to give him something to fall asleep to, my hand still treading through his soft hair until I felt his body weight drop a bit. His head losing all support it previously had and completely relaxing. I locked my phone and pulled his blanket up over him a little bit more before letting my eyes fall shut.

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When I woke up to Sero poking me, I felt extremely warm. Reflexively, I went to stretch but realized something, or rather someone, was on me. Memories of last night came rolling back to me, explaining why my crush was laying on me, except he was laying differently then how he fell asleep. His face was tucked into my neck, my chin resting on his head and one of his arms laid resting across my stomach as his legs tangled with mine. I looked up at Sero, my friend looking at me with a smirk while Mina stood above us taking pictures.

"This in an interesting thing to wake up to." Sero said cheekily.

"I ship it! You two are so cute!" Mina squealed so loud I could hear it.

"Mina, unless you're planning on waking him up you might want to keep it down. Even I could hear that." The girl giggled and pretended to zip her lips shut but Denki was already waking up.

He shuffled around a little and nuzzled his head a little further into me before he froze. He slowly pushed himself up, his face going red with what I assumed to be embarrassment before he looked back at two of our friends. He moved and sat beside me, allowing me to sit up as well and fully stretch, taking the thirty seconds to thoroughly crack my neck, back and fingers.

What time is it?

My friends looked at me and blinked before I realized what I did.

"Sorry, too early, not enough caffeine, language switch. What time is it?"

"About ten in the morning." Sero said and I nodded, slowly standing up, Denki right behind me.

"Where's Kirishima?" I asked, noticing the lacking appearance of our red headed friend.

"He's talking to his moms right now! They're making breakfast so if we want any food, we better get up there soon." I gave her a thumbs up and grabbed my hearing aids, popping them in and waiting before turning back to my friends. "Now that Tsukababes has his ears in, let's go eat!" I chuckled at her enthusiasm and followed the three upstairs.

Kirishima sat in the kitchen talking to his moms, Kaede and Hana welcoming us warmly and the smell of breakfast wafted into my nose. Kiri gave me a bright smile like he was proud of something while his moms looked at me and gave each other a knowing look. My stomach sunk.

'How could I be so careless?'

I hesitantly sat at the table, taking the furthest seat possible away from the adults, said my thanks and ate the delicious food in front of me along with my coffee to wake me up as much as it could. I was the second one done, Kirishima obviously being the first, our friends following shortly behind.

"Hey Tsuka, can I see what you're hearing aids look like?" I shrugged at Sero's question and took one out, delicately placing it in his palm. Denki gave me a questioning look so I gently gave him the other one. Kirishima and Mina looking over to get a closer peek, all four enamored at the small devices. After a moment, they both gave them back and I hastily put them back in my ears so I could follow a group conversation.

"So Tsukare, how did you manage going so long without your hearing?" Kaede asked me. Not in a malicious way, but in a way I could tell was her being genuinely curious.

"I'm not completely deaf, I'm hard of hearing. During our internships I lost a little over half of my hearing. When I started training my quirk though, there were days where I would over do it and knock out my hearing for a day or two so I learned how to read lips. Plus I know sign language, same with most of my family, so the only challenging part was school. Teachers like to turn a lot." The couple hummed curiously, not expecting a full blown answer.

"You have a lot of skill, Tsukare. Oh, and don't forget to take your meds hun." Hana said softly.

"Shoot, thank you. I'm going to go grab them now, I'll be right back." I hurried downstairs and grabbed several bottles out of my bag before bringing them upstairs. I stood near the table lost for a moment, not knowing where they wanted me to take them.

"You can sit down, honey." Hana said gently.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and took my seat. In typical fashion, I swallowed all three in one go and waited for everyone's eyes to go back down go their regular size. Sero dramatically shuddered beside me and Kiri rubbed his throat.

"You two always get so unsettled whenever I take my meds." The duo looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah because you have no reaction!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"I've taken them like that since I was a kid. I don't get what the big deal is."

"Okay enough of you two freaking out over it, let's go get ready for the park! I wanna see if Tsukababes can dance!" I laughed at Mina's excitement and nodded, allowing her to grab my hand and hoist me up. "Kiri, I'm grabbing a shirt for Tsukababes from your closet so he isn't wearing a sweater outside! One of you two, grab his black jeans out of his bag and hand it to me through Kiri's door." I looked around with wide eyes.

"Should I be scared?" Everyone laughed and Kaede nodded.

"You definitely should be, I remember the first time she dressed up Eijirou how she wanted. Quite the adventure." It was my turn to stare with wide eyes before the girl holding my wrist started dragging me upstairs. I yelped at the abrupt movement but allowed her to drag me up to Kiri's room anyways.

Mina slammed the door behind us and sat me on the bed, immediately going to rifle through the closet. After finding a shirt and placing it on the bed, there was a knock at the door, she cracked it open and snatched the pants, slamming the door shut once again. Another shirt along with the pants were tossed onto the bed and she pointed a finger at me.

"Get dressed and pop your head out when you're done for finishing touches!" I gave her an awkward thumbs up as she skipped out of the room.

I got dressed as asked, altogether I didn't hate the outfit. Just the short sleeves. She put me in my black jeans, a form fitting dark grey t-shirt and an open navy blue button up. I popped my head out the door and saw Mina with Sero, the two rushing in and leading me back to stand in the center of the room.

"Looking good, amigo." I sent Sero a small smile, still confused on why he was brought up here.

"Sero is here to help me accessorize! He has the jewelry and I have Kiri's stuff! So, let's see.." She tapped her chin as he looked around before picking something up that made my blood run cold. "You definitely need a belt." I swallowed down the lump in my throat and instinctively took a step back. I rubbed my neck, trying my best to play it cool.

"Uh, sorry Mina, I don't wear belts." She went to protest but Sero put a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head lightly.

"Fine, Sero, accessorize him." Mina sighed as she put the belt back and sat down on the bed.

Sero pulled his bag around and started digging through the front compartment until he found a few things. He pulled out an assortment of silver rings and a few necklaces, telling me to take my pick. I ended up putting on three of the rings and one of the necklaces, the choice being a silver chain with a topaz crystal on it.

It seemed fitting.

"Perfect! Now for a few finishing touches!" Mina hopped up and messed with my hair a little, cuffed the very edges of the sleeves to help elongate my arms and told me to do a french tuck on my shirt before having me undo it completely. "Let's go show everyone!" She, once again, grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the stairs, bringing me into the living room where everyone sat. All eyes were on us and I flushed out of embarrassment, not enjoying people staring at me. Kirishima decided to cheer me on, his effort of being moral support appreciated.

"You look great honey, what do you think of Mina's little makeover?" Hana asked me softly, all eyes now solely on me.

"It's different, definitely not something I'd normally wear but great job, Mina. You outdid yourself." She smiled brightly and gave me a tight hug.

"Yay! Now, dance time at the park!" Kaede and Hana gave us odd looks but shrugged as we got our shoes on, a few of us grabbing our bags and then we went out into the warmth.

The walk was short lived, not knowing until now that Kirishima was only a few blocks away from a large park. Mina went over the dance with Sero first, the boy picking up on it easily and getting it down after a few runs. And then they turned to us.

"Tsukabro, if you want to run, I don't blame you and won't think it's unmanly. Now's your chance to hide and save yourself from the torture." I laughed at Kiri's dramatic take.

"Okay, ready?" I shrugged and stood up, offering a hand to Kaminari afterwards which he accepted. Once he stood, I took in his appearance, trying not to make it obvious I was checking him out. He wore a span of bracelets again, a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a light blue button up with the sleeves cuffed to his elbows. A few necklaces dangled around his neck and I couldn't help but realize he was the smallest bit taller than me.

Mina went through teaching us the basic movements, trying her hardest not to get frustrated with the two beside me. After a few more, a lot more, failed attempts, Mina deemed us ready to record. And eleven recordings later, we got the final product. We sat around Mina as she held her phone and watched as we danced, all of us smiling or laughing at the sight. From left to right, it was Denki, myself, Mina in the middle, Sero and then Kiri. The girl squealed in excitement and posted it without a second thought.

"Tsukababes! Finally! Someone else who can learn the dances fast! Who knew you could move like that!" I blushed bright red, still not used to the compliments.

"I feel like my brothers going to find that and torture me with it somehow." The four let out symphonies of laughter, thankfully picking up on my dry sarcasm.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I quickly checked it, nerves punching me in the face at full force when I saw I had a missed call from Pops and a text from my dad.

From Drowzee: I know you're having fun with your friends and I'm sorry to ask you to come home early, but Shiroka's just been detained. I felt as though you might want to be here for this.

"Tsuka? Everything okay?" Sero asked, pulling me out of my stupor.

"I'm sorry but I have to go home, I'll text the group chat about it later but it has something to do with my birth mom, my parents want me home asap." Sero and Denki looked at me with concern while the other two looked confused.

"It's okay, Tsukabro! Just bring back my clothes tomorrow at school, yeah?" I nodded and gave each of them a hug goodbye, and if I hugged Denki a little longer then that's a secret.

[shes-a-badkid]

Thoughts while reading The Trials of Apollo - “The Hidden Oracle” with my nephew-

1. Lester?! Lester?!? Zeus, my dude…

2. Apollo getting the shit kicked out of him right off the bat just makes sense

3. What an entrance from Meg- I love her already

4. Apollos reaction to pregnancy is basically my reaction

5. Apollo being infatuated with Sally Jackson is correct. Everyone should be in awe of her

6. I love the idea of Meg just accidentally creating this little monster- I love her and her little creation

7. Percy and his constant fight with the law

8. Nico and Will being all cute ☺️

9. I love Apollo being like whatever makes my kid happy- if he like the dark and broody type so be it, and no I don’t care about him having a boyfriend- I myself have had a variety of lovers from all the genders

10. Mr. D isn’t back 😞

11. Chiron is stressed

12. “I have a note from my doctor.” “I’m his doctor” Adorable

13. Leo Valdez my sweet boy gets a mention (and Nico is pissed at him- I love it)

14. Harley is a little psycho and I love him

15. Peaches is a terror and I want him to stick around forever

16. We better find out Megs past soon because I am intrigued

17. The woods had you- now if this was a horror book that shit would be terrifying, like it’s eerie in this, but in a horror book that would fuck me up

18. Chiron, my guy, priorities

19. “My only rules are stay alive and don’t kill each other” I’m adopting Harley- he’s a little psycho and I adore him.

20. Okay- Apollo is kind of a douche, BUT he does seem to care for his kids, at least more than most of the gods

21. I have never wanted something more than I have wanted a combat ukulele

22. An ant the size of a grizzly bear?! No thank you

23. Eros is a dick. End of sentence.

24. I too would curse Zeus

25. I’m sorry Rick, did you just say that there was a 1967 Chevy impala being taken to the ants lair?!? Did you think I was just gonna let that slip past? Nope- new headcannon that brings me joy and may not make sense- Sam and Dean Winchester are demigods (who their godly parent(s) is/are I do not know) that never went to one of the camps because they have been trained to fight monsters all their lives- so they just like dealt with them

26. I like this humbled Apollo- wanting to save Meg, singing of his loves and admitting to their tragic end being his fault

27. Meg- I’m disappointed in you but you were abused and manipulated, so I don’t blame you, I’m just sad

28. Apollo fucking getting shit done

29. Dryads are fucking beasts- like heartbreaking that they sacrificed themselves, but so badass

30. Aww Apollo is growing so much! We stan growth

31. I love that the deadliest prophecies come in limerick form

32. Meg, sweetie, no

33. MY SON! LEO! MY SWEET BOY! 🖤🖤🖤

34. Now- I’m not saying Leo deserves getting slapped around by the whole camp because of what he did with no warning, BUT I am saying I would join the line for scaring us all

35. My boy being so cute with Calypso, love it! (She’s mortal now and if she dies and breaks Leo’s heart I will scream)

[xleeleeboox]

Hey guys feel free to literally overflow my inbox with requests. I came up with a list of quotes for a prompt list. Just pick a character that you want the request about and you can pick up to four numbers/quotes! If you have a special scenario in mind just say it, include if it’s fluffy, angsty, smutty, suggestive, or even crack, unless you want me to have free range. I’m ready ✨ also I had inspiration from A BUNCH of other finished prompt lists from all over the internet, so these are not all my own ideas disclaimer

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1. “Oh my god, I just kissed you”

2. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll get it”

3. “I will pick you up if you don’t____”

4. “Let me sleep”

5. “I few like I’m stuck between heaven and hell, and the middle grounds isn’t earth”

6. “Bathroom, now”

7. “It’s in gods hands now”

8. “Please watching ____ is not hard”

9. “Alright, how did we mess up today?”

10. “This is pure genius, I told you!”

11. “Are you crying, oh my god”

12. “I can’t believe they just said that”

13. “I can’t believe you just said that”

14. “I never knew it could be scary”

15. “That was so intimidating but so hot”

16. “I’d rather chew on a grenade”

17. “Okay, what did you forget?“

18. “I know that look, what’s wrong?”

19. “I got in trouble for passing this in class”

20. “Tell me about your day”

21. “Literally what”

22. “Wait, what did I do?”

23. “Wow… I’m speechless”

24. “Where are your shoes?”

25. “I won’t forget”

26. “Dance with me.” “We don’t have music.” “We don’t need music.”

27. “You’re home alone?”

28. “Maybe you should spend the night”

29. “It’s getting really annoying”

30. “You aren’t interested are you?”

31. “You’re constantly on my mind”

32. “Someone is grumpy”

33. “Are we seriously just friends?”

34. “You are so adorable I’m gonna be sick”

35. “The truth is, I don’t think anyone could treat you better than I can”

36. You had me in the first half, not gonna lie.”

37. “We need to talk.”

38. “You’re so clingy… I love it”

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

40. “I brought food!” “It’s homemade?” “Yep” “ick”

41. “I’m gonna need your help with a little situation here”

42. “Don’t touch me”

43. “Why is this so hard?”

44. “What are you doing awake?”

45. “You’re staring again” “shit”

46. “This is important” “and I’m not?”

47. “You smell really good”

48. “Where’s my underwear?”

49. “Look, I’m not smart, could you rephrase that please?”

50. “I can have my way with you right here right now if I wanted to”

51. “We deserved better”

52. “You deserve better”

53. “Did you just call me your s/o?”

54. “Just let me know when you want me to stop”

55. “You have to confess to them” “I literally can’t, every time I do, I panic or get interrupted”

56. “Ew”

57. “You thought I was joking when I said I love you?”

58. “Have you ever thought of me when… when you touch yourself?”

59. “You know… you are way out of my league”

60. “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do”

61. “Fuck you and fuck your _____”

62. “I’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as yours”

63. *twirls hair and bats eyelashes*

64. “Be honest… are you crying over that book again?”

65. “I’m no doctor but this isn’t supposed to be this color”

66. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, my family is home”

67. “Are you drunk/high?” “No, absolutely not” “you’re doing a little wiggly dance and there’s no music, and you look like you’re more in love with your food than you are with me”

68. “You got me a sword??” “Uh yeah??”

69. “Who gave them fire?”

70. “We’re you the one that slipped that note into my locker?”

71. “What are we?” “What do you mean?” “What’s going on between us?”

72. “Did you take my towel”

73. “Is this supposed a replacement for me?”

74. “If you’re coming over, I’m only gonna let you in if you have _____”

75. “Where did all of your brain cells go?”

76. “I’m never going to get over this”

77. “You have plans without me? Since when?”

78. “I cannot wait to get into your bed”

79. “Is this illegal?” “…”

80. “Is that a… body?” “…” “is it?” “No”

81. “You have got to be one of the dumbest people in this whole town”

82. “Do you still love me”

83. “I’m going to hell”

84. “We’ll be fine” *like 20 minutes later* “DOES THIS LOOK FINE TO YOU”

85. “You know I’m yours, ever since I first saw you, I’ve been wrapped around your finger, before I even knew your name”

86. “Hey! Watch your step” “I can’t see remember”

87. “Where did that come from?”

88. “Where did you get this?”

89. “Are you jealous?”

90. “It could have been worse”

91. “I’m 100% fully in love with you”

92. “You’re such a nerd”

93. “God it’s hot in here”

94. “You’re a terrible influence” “but I could be the best older sibling anyone has had”

95. “Someone here is clearly smarter than the rest of us”

96. “I have no idea what you are talking about”

97. “Was that an apology?”

98. “This feels dirty” “because it is”

99. “Did you draw me”

100. “Fuck you” “when and where?”

101. “Are you touching yourself?”

102. “I’m gonna spend all day think about that now, thanks”

103. “Tell me what you want”

104. “You are so distracting”

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[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​

[comradegeorgemoved]

gnf cooking stream highlights

saw some people say they wouldn’t be able to watch george’s cooking stream because of school/work so i took note of some things that happened (with very rough timestamps. like really rough and it happened ~around~ that time) so they could relate to jokes/etc being made on the dashboard/timeline without having to watch the entire 4 hours of the stream immediately :) hope this is helpful in any way ? lol

quick stats: george beat his highest concurrent again this stream with 307k viewers by 133k and gained more than 10k subs :o

0:00 cooking stream start. cute thumbnail and music!

5:10 starts talking

8:00 shows self, fixes his camera/s (he has two different setups) and talks to chat for a bit

11:30 what is on the menu? a starter (mozarella sticks), main course (steak), dessert (a secret!)

18:40 the first step is to hands with…. dishwashing liquid

20:00 actually starts preparing steak. “it’s got good marbling ? idk how to speak chef they just say marbling”. attempts to rub seasoning into the steak...

28:00 starts preparing the mozarella sticks

34:40 “dont swing your knife around >:(” “I WILL SWING MY KNIFE IF I WANT TO SWING IT [swings knife]”

39:00 “these are probably going to turn out terrible… but as long as we’re having fun, then we’re fine! right? i guess? probably.”

45:00 he puts paprika into the egg mixture while trying to make mozarella sticks........... he throws out the eggs and has to reset

52:00 “that’s pretty bread-y! that’s pretty bread-y!”

53:00 calling chat donuts because they keep trying to backseat cook lmao

1:02:20 dream calls. “you’re the worst chef ive ever seen in my life what’s wrong with you? you suck!”

1:03:00 sapnap calls. "you look cute with that hat on :)" george hangs up on him to talk to dream lol. “i’m ditching you for dream.”

1:05:37 dream calls again

1:11:30 thinks the breadcrumbs are too thick, which is why they aren’t sticking to the cheese. he attempts to “squish” them.

1:11:45 “is there a hypetrain? choo choo!”

1:12:00 dream calls again

1:18:55 “gogy ramsay? yes that’s actually me!”

1:21:13 karl + chris calls “everyone comment if you think george should be in tales of the smp tonight!”

1:24:00 dream calls again to give advice about double dipping the mozarella sticks

1:30:30 starts preparing the fries. george is impressed by a potato peeler. he eats a raw potato later on ?

1:40:00 he makes funny gestures! introduces the ~air fryer~! (which he says he bought specifically for this stream!)

1:44:00 starts cooking steak

1:45:00 “what can we do for 5 minutes?” and then holds up a fucking knife?? i dont understand him

1:48:50 dream calls again. “be careful when you’re frying it’s very dangerous!” george: “he’s FARMING AWWS guys”

1:52:30 HES PREPARING FOR AN ACTUAL FIREE HELP MEEE

1:56:23 sapnap calls

2:00:00 people started gifting subs because dream tweeted about it :) sapnap talks about his new video, sapnap thanks george’s subs for him so george can focus on his cooking :) sapnap also helps him calm down when he’s visibly nervous about what’s happening and is overall just super supportive!

2:13:20 actually starts cooking steak

2:13:50 sapnap’s hot take about sugar cookies: people who hate sugar cookies can go to hell

2:15:28 “i kinda burnt it… it’s not bad.. it’s grilled..” he starts panicking a bit n is a bit dangerous with the hot oil it scared me a little lol

2:17:55 carries the fucking steak with tongs across the kitchen

2:18:00 shows his steak. it looks good!

2:21:45 george hyping up his french fries

2:24:30 karl joins the call

2:25:20 george talks to the camera to thank karl

2:25:50 george excitedly jumping around to announce something! karl (jokingly) announces george will be on the tales of the smp

2:26:40 fit check! george puts his feet on the table to lift up his entire body? also they are talking about boogers ? idk i can’t hear

2:28:40 george talking to the camera to twitch prime

2:28:58 dream calls him to cut the steak

2:32:00 FINALLY CUTTING THE FUCKING STEAK. it looks good!

2:34:25 taste test “not gonna lie, best steak i’ve ever had, ever! ok it’s not the best, but it’s actually really good”

2:38-39:00 ish bad joins

2:40:00 bad built chef gnf in minecraft! cute!

2:43:50 karl: “george i love you” george: “thank you ^-^”

2:44:47 apparently dream messaged their discord chat for karl and sapnap to stop making fun of george’s mozarella sticks “his cheese sticks are fine.”

2:45:30 dream joins to tell him to put the mozarella sticks back in the freezer

2:47:10 starts frying mozarella sticks. he isn’t being too cautious with this too so everyone in the call is worried he’ll get burnt skdhsk. burns a mozarella stick

2:53:00 dream and sapnap heat transfer discourse. sapnap thinks he can dip a fork into molten lava and it won’t be hot (immediately). he is wrong.

2:57:00 quackity joins

3:08:20 george lore: apparently doesn’t care if his food is hot or cold

3:09:15 looks into camera again

3:11:00 apparently dream was the first sub on george’s channel! so he has the founders badge!

3:13:00 karl teases dream for saying he’d kiss george if puffy hit 11k subs yesterday lol. they were also teasing bad about being weird about the maid dress throughout this.

3:14:00 the secret dessert is pancakes!

3:18:00 “will be... like wilbur (wilby)”

3:30:00 flipped a pancake! worked. around this time they’re making fun of george allegedly calling a “crepe” a “pancake”, when this is what they call pancakes in the uk.

3:38:30 george wants to stream with gordon ramsay lol

3:44:10 everyone leaves the call except for george and dream. “it’s just us.. alone together.. with 200 thousand people”

3:45:00 sub count is at 18550 and dream wants it to reach 20k! george is just sitting there getting subs

3:47:20 george trying to take a picture!

3:49:27 dream tells chat to keep subbing

3:52:00 dream gifts 50 subs to help reach the sub goal. again george is just standing there getting gifted subs lmao

3:53:00 ish they hit 20k! george gained more than 10,000 subs this stream!

3:57:45 fridge reveal lol

3:58:45 fit check again

3:59:11 making a tiktok

4:02:50 dream REALLY wants to see george with messy/fluffy hair for some reason???? he farms messy hair pics. “wait WHAT oh my gosh holy cow WHAT i’ve never seen your hair like that. now that’s a good instagram photo.” apparently “it’s a look”... from the end of the extras shirt video ? someone help him

(george looks really good though. this is something best experienced yourself...)

around this time i think they say how can they get to 500k views and they say what if they streamed the meetup! and they say that they will!

4:13:00 BIG GEORGE LORE PLANNED ??

4:14:00 ish "thank you dream" is trending. it’s obviously for the pictures but neither of them seem to realize that.

4:14:30 dream tells george to get hair gel so he can look like this all the time. my god

4:17:00 stream over !

[theficblog]

I posted 452 times in 2022

That's 452 more posts than 2021!

311 posts created (69%)

141 posts reblogged (31%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neocatharsis

@kimteume

@yutaslaugh

@hyunjins-fat-gf

I tagged 446 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#my big sis - 85 posts

#chip - 38 posts

#nct ff - 36 posts

#doyoung - 35 posts

#ash - 34 posts

#jaehyun - 31 posts

#jeno - 31 posts

#anon - 27 posts

#ten - 25 posts

#nct fluff - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#first things first ive heard step back for the music not the menaing before y'all cancel me lolololol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

BACK TOGETHER

LEE HAECHAN

Prologue: You end up in the same bed with your ex-boyfriend Haechan. Will things take a turn to go back to the good old stage?

Genre: Suggestive + Exes to Lovers AU

Wordcount: 922

Prompts: “What.. what’s happening? + “I’m actually kinda offended, that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”

Warnings: Suggestive content

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348 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

UNBLOCK YOUR HEART

LEE HAECHAN

Prologue: Haechan wants you to unblock his number, he is annoying you again. You thought you hated him before something steamy took place.

Genre: Smut + Enemies to lovers + Student AU

Wordcount: 1,161

Prompts: “Did you block my number again?” + “Well.. this is awkward.”

Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + riding + edging + climax ] Language

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363 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

REDEMANCY

JEON JUNGKOOK

Prologue: What was supposed to be mini date turned out to be an argument. You tried to hold you emotions until you couldn't

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Idol boyfriend Jungkook

Wordcount: 1,287

Warnings: Language + Mentions of camsex + Crying

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442 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

CULPABILITY

JEONG JAEHYUN

Prologue: Running into your ex at a party and catching leering feelings for him promises one very good night

Genre: Smut + Angst + Ex boyfriend Jaehyun

Wordcount: 1,137

Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + stripping + climax + nudity ] 

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552 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

YOU KNOW I HATE THIS

JEONG JAEHYUN

Prologue: Being wedded to a mafia boss isn't easy, and neither is being pregnant while under high levels of stress.

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Fluff + Mafia AU

Wordcount: 1,062

Prompts: If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” + “There’s blood everywhere.”

Warnings: Blood + Pregnancy

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603 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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I posted 577 times in 2022

That's 270 more posts than 2021!

471 posts created (82%)

106 posts reblogged (18%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@scaryscarecrows

@wretched-mischief

@we-want-mini-mini

@cactusnumber73

@velvetrambles

I tagged 565 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#asks - 317 posts

#jason todd - 279 posts

#arkhamverse - 178 posts

#the squad - 71 posts

#jonathan crane - 61 posts

#kitty richardson - 61 posts

#ficlet - 42 posts

#antoine drouot - 37 posts

#scary games - 34 posts

#personal - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and then it became apparent that it was more a matter of 'crane will tell you to go away and she'll just passive-aggressively hint at you'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“Jason,” Catherine says tiredly, even though she knows he can’t hear her, “sweetheart, baby boy, that isn’t food.”

Jason, blissfully oblivious, continues stirring the radioactive orange powder into the...Scooby-Doo-shaped...pasta. She wants to scream. It won’t help, won’t even get the lights to flicker, but still.

The dog jumps up on the counter, tail wagging, and snuffles at Jason’s elbow. Catherine sighs and scrubs at her face.

“Don’t let him eat that,” she pleads. “He has vegetables in the fridge. I saw them. He can eat those.”

Lemon, who always gets a bite of the non-nutritious crap, ignores her.

Watching him is just going to enrage her, and she leaves in a huff.

89 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#4

Jason is very much the type to:

-headbutt someone

-stab them

and

-kick them down a flight of stairs

only to turn right around and go, hand-to-heart, 'I didn't lay a finger on him.'

106 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#3

Ethan: Don't worry, Rose! Daddy's coming! D:

Me, who ran out of bullets immediately and had to resort to the knife: DADDY'S GONNA CUT SO MANY BITCHES.

125 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

Angels, Lend Me Your Might

It doesn’t matter how many years he does this job, or how many Robins Bats drags into this (any number over ‘zero’ is too damn high): there are few things more creepy and unsettling than a blood-spattered child.

Robin the Second looks a bit like his predecessor, sure. Acts like him too, sometimes–when Robin the First initially showed up, the kid was an absolute hellion. This one’s a little less touchy, but when he does get pissed off…

He’s not pissed off anymore. He’s just standing quietly in the middle of the room, red staining his face and neck and clothes, staring off into space. Three men are trussed up in the corner, surrounded by glass from the broken window,  and Batman is nowhere in sight.

And.

And there’s a body, a little girl, clearly dead, clearly strangled, on the bed.

“Gimme a minute, Martinez,” he murmurs. “‘Kay?”

Martinez looks at the men and the girl and the kid and just sighs.

“Christ.”

Indeed.

Harvey steps into the room, into Robin’s space, and risks putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Hey, punkass,” he says gently. “What happened here?”

Robin shudders, still staring off, and murmurs, “They didn’t stop. She. She was. She was crying.”

Harvey’s got his own private little theories about Robin. Most of them aren’t Disney-approved.

“Are you hurt?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Yeesh.

“Lemme check. If Bats gets here and you’re bleeding out, it’s my ass.”

Sometimes, that prompts a smile. Not today. Harvey shifts his toothpick over a little more and pulls out his flashlight.

Most of the blood appears to be from a head wound; just a split, up on his hairline. Some of it isn’t his, but glancing over at the men in the corner turns up broken noses and head wounds of their own. One of them also has three fingers that are so badly broken the bones are sticking out.

Harvey will be deeply unsurprised when it turns out that’s the guy who strangled the girl on the bed.

“You be honest with me,” he says. “No stabs, no shots, no nothing?”

“Mm-mm.”

“You swear?”

“On my future grave.” He gets a smile at last, but it’s a cold, broken thing. “One of ‘em caught me with a pipe, that’s all.”

Harvey’s pretty sure he’s concussed, but that’s more Batman’s problem.

“I catch you lying, I’ll put you in that grave,” he says instead. “Anyone else here?”

“No.”

“Batman coming?”

“I’m s’posed to meet him.” Robin shrugs and pulls away, scrubbing his arm across his face and only spreading the blood further. “M’fine. Why’re you lookin’ at me like that.”

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My #1 post of 2022

It takes Bruce a few minutes to register what's different in this room, but when he does, he has to laugh.

No one's here to see. It's fine.

Three things are missing from Jason's childhood bedroom. A well-thumbed copy of Frankenstein, the black lighter Bruce let him keep because 'I do light candles, y'know', and the red electric guitar that had been the absolute bane of his existence since Jason got it for his birthday.

He'd been good. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he liked to practice loud, angry songs when he was mad at Bruce and when Bruce was trying to work, be it as Batman or at the office. To make matters worse, this had been an Alfred-sanctioned activity ('the boy needs a day hobby, Master Bruce'), which meant that, frankly, Bruce had been forced to shut up and cope.

The only place those thing would be is Jason's apartment. He's a little curious, and a little hopeful, as to why Jason had come to reclaim his guitar. Maybe Batman will just...poke his head by, later. Just for a minute.

***

"--really, really rusty," Jason's saying. He's talking to the grey dog that has it in for pretty much everyone that has ever knocked on the window. "And, uh, broken, so you don't get to make fun of me if I sound like a guy with a fork stuck in his uvula."

That's very specific and Bruce wishes it weren't.

Jason's blue skeleton plugs in the guitar and spends a few seconds fiddling with it. The dog, who is sprawled on the couch, doesn't seem impressed.

"This one goes out to Batman, who lurks outside my apartment like a creep when he could just knock on the door like a civilized person."

Oh, no.

There's a stark, strong opener before a woman's voice screams, "BACK FROM THE DEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

Well, Bruce thinks, some things have not changed.

That said, Jason might be rusty, but he's doing all right.

232 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Doing Me Right - Fred Weasley

Title: Doing Me Right Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, semi-public sex, fingering, mentions of choking, unprotected sex, comments that def could be construed as a breeding kink bc im trash Summary: Fred knows he shouldn’t be eavesdropping on the girls, but when his girlfriend starts to sing a song about getting it on all night, all his concerns go away and all he can think about is 34+35. A/N: not requested, just the product of my own brain!! Inspired by 34+35 by Ariana Grande, all lyrics used are in italics. Feedback is always welcome!!

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“No way!”

Fred pauses with his hand hovering over the knob on his bedroom door at the sound of Hermione’s voice. Y/N, Ginny and Hermione had gone upstairs over an hour ago, but clearly they lied about going straight to bed. They obviously deemed whatever conversation they’re having unsuitable for the boys to hear and Fred can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about. Unable to help himself, Fred inches down the hall closer to Ginny’s room, hoping to catch more of their conversation.

“Yes way!” Ginny responds with a giggle. “Harry is very talented on and off the Quidditch pitch, if you catch my drift.”

Fred grimaces as Y/N and Hermione burst out into laughter, and he makes a silent note to hit a few bludgers a bit harder than normal at Harry during their daily Quidditch game tomorrow. Fred settles on the floor outside of Ginny’s room, peering in through the slit in the nearly fully closed door and his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on Y/N. She’s sitting cross legged on Ginny’s floor wearing a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts. They’ve been together for nearly five years, but the sight of Y/N never fails to make Fred’s heart race.

“Who would have thought, eh? Seems the chosen one isn’t as innocent as everyone thinks,” Y/N teases. Someone, Fred figures it’s Ginny, throws a pillow at her and Y/N dodges it with a laugh. “No need to be so feisty, Gin. You’re the one who brought it up!”

“That’s enough out of you,” Ginny responds playfully. “I would have smothered you with that pillow, but we all know how much you enjoy that, don’t we, ‘Mione?”

Fred watches Y/N’s cheeks flush red and she picks up the pillow to hurl it at Hermione and Ginny, who are both laughing hysterically. Fred knows he should forget he ever heard any of this and go back to his room but listening to the girls talk so openly is addictive. Especially since one of the participants is his girlfriend.

“I’m never talking about my sex life with any of you ever again,” Y/N grumbles, flipping both Hermione and Ginny off.

“Why? Tired of bragging?” Hermione teases, and Fred can practically hear the grin on her face.

Y/N shrugs and Fred doesn’t miss the smug look on her features. “No need to be jealous, Hermione. It’s not my fault the Weasley brother I chose is a sex God. I’m sure with a few more years of practice Ron will nearly be as good as Fred.”

Fred can hear Ginny gag as his chest swells with pride. Of course he knows that he’s good in bed and Y/N reminds him just how great it is every time, but it’s different hearing her brag about it to her friends.

“You know the rule!” Ginny shrieks as another pillow comes flying at Y/N. “If you’re gonna talk about your sex life you’re not allowed to use their names! It ruins the whole conversation for me when I’m reminded that my two best friends are with two of my brothers.”

“Sorry, Ginny. I couldn’t resist,” Y/N apologizes.

All three of them are quite for a few moments, and just when Fred is about to sneak away to his room, Hermione makes a noise, and the faint music that was playing in the background turns up.

“Oo, I love this song!” He hears Hermione get up and then her hands come into view as she pulls Y/N up off of the floor. Fred’s eyes widen as he watches Y/N sway to the beat, singing to the lyrics of the song.

“So what you doing tonight?, better say, "Doing you right", watching movies but we ain't seeing a thing tonight,” Y/N sings along, her hips moving in time to the beat.

Fred’s mesmerized by the way Y/N’s hips move, and he can feel himself starting to get turned on from the words she’s singing alone. Despite the fact that they’re both adults and have been together for years, his Mum still insists that Y/N stay in Ginny’s room when they spend the night, so it’s been a few days of nothing but lustful glances and teasing touches between them, and the scene in front of him is making Fred crave more.

Y/N tilts her head back as she sings, and Fred picture himself sinking his teeth into the sensitive sink of her throat. “Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five. Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five.”

Fred watches the way Y/N’s mouth forms around the words, unable to stop himself from imagining them wrapping around his cock. He’d give anything to be with her all night long, and before he can stop himself Fred is reach down and squeezing his hardening cock through his pajama bottoms.

Y/N bends over, giving Fred the perfect view of her ass. She starts to move her hips again, and Fred has to bite down on his index finger to muffle the noise that rips from his throat. The shorts she’s wearing are far too short, so the bottom of her bum cheeks are visible as they bounce, and Fred can’t look away.

“Baby you might need a seat-belt when I ride it, I'ma leave it open like a door come inside it, even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick, no,” Y/N sings, and Fred starts to palm himself harder. It’s taking all of his willpower not to storm in there and drag Y/N into his room so they can do all of the dirty things she’s singing about.

“We started at midnight, got 'til the sunrise, done at the same time, but who's counting the time, when we got it for life?”

Fred watches Y/N move sensually as the song starts to end, in complete and utter awe that he’s going to spend his life with her. Not only does she have an amazing personality, but she’s beautiful and downright sexy. She can drive him crazy with just one look, and Fred knows he’ll never get tired of being with her.

Someone turns the music down as another song switches on and Y/N settles back on the floor, slightly out of breath. Her eyes pass over the door, and for a second Fred thinks she’s missed him, but then her attention refocuses on the opening in the door and their eyes lock. Fred holds his finger up to his mouth and winks at Y/N, before motioning for her to meet him in the bathroom down the hall.

Y/N swallows thickly as Fred disappears from outside Ginny’s door, refocusing her attention on her friends. She has no idea how long he’d been sitting there watching her, and the thought that he’d just witnessed her dancing instantly makes her wet. Once she’s sure Fred is gone, Y/N clears her throat and stands up.

“I’m gonna run to the loo. Brush my teeth and wash my face, all that jazz.” Y/N hopes her voice sounds casual, and she has to focus hard on walking away at a normal pace, even though her mind is telling her to run towards Fred. They’d been teasing each other on and off all day, and with the lustful look Fred had given her when their eyes met a few minutes ago Y/N can’t get to him fast enough.

“Fucking finally,” Fred groans when Y/N meets him in the bathroom. He slams the door shut behind her and presses her up against it, his hands landing on her hips. Fred kisses Y/N desperately, licking into her mouth almost immediately. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” Fred starts to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he presses his erection into her stomach. “Got me so fucking hard just from watching you shake that sweet ass of yours.”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as his teeth dig into her collarbone. “You ah, you weren’t supposed to see that.” Fred’s hands have traveled up her shirt and are now cupping and massaging her breasts. “But I’m so fucking glad you did,” she gasps as Fred’s thumbs start to swirls around her nipples.

Fred kisses Y/N again, needing to feel her lips on his. Kissing her has to be one of Fred’s favorite things in the world, and over the past few days all he’s had to get by are a few random pecks here and there. “Such a little slut, Y/N. Singing about fucking me for anyone to hear. You just want everyone to know how good I fuck you, don’t you?”

Fred lifts Y/N up by her thighs and moves so he can place her down on the edge of the sink. He pulls her tank top off over her head before pushing her thighs apart to give him room to stand. One of his hands immediately moves to her breast, starting to massage it, while his head dips down at takes the nipple of her other breast into his mouth.

“Oh my fucking God, Fred,” Y/N moans as his tongue starts to flick at her nipple. Y/N lets out another noise as Fred’s free hand covers her mouth, pressing against it hard.

“Gotta be quiet, Y/N. Don’t want my family to hear how much of a desperate slut you are for me,” he teases before taking her other nipple into his mouth. He lets his teeth nibble at it, and the moan Y/N tries to let out goes right to his cock. “Can’t wait to fuck you and have you writhing on my cock,” he continues, as his mouth nibbles and sucks on her breasts. “Always fuck you so good, don’t I baby? You’re always begging for more when I’m done with you.” Fred’s hands start to play with Y/N’s breasts again so he can press hot kisses to her neck, just below her ear lobe. “You always come so hard on my cock, don’t you baby? I make you feel so good that you can’t help but brag to all of your friends, isn’t that right? Letting them know how hard your sex God boyfriend fucks you.”

Y/N face heats up at Fred’s words and she tries to moan as he presses his hand to her mouth harder. She’s absolutely dripping in her panties, and as much as she’s enjoying the teasing, her core is aching to be filled.

Fred lets one of his hands travel down Y/N’s torso towards the waistband of her sleep shorts. “Bet you’re pretty pussy is soaking wet for me. Probably so wet I could drink it like water,” he teases, referencing the song Y/N had just been singing along too. Fred moans as Y/N’s hands tangle in his hair and tug and he feels her tongue lick at his hand. “Something to say, darling?” He shoves his hand into her shorts and panties, just barely letting his index finger graze her clit.

Y/N tilts her head back and lets out a whine as Fred starts to tease her clit. She tugs on his hair once again, desperately trying to ask him for more. She can feel Fred smirk against her neck as he sucks a mark into it, and she tries to let out a groan in frustration.

“You always make such pretty noises when I rail you,” Fred praises, teasing her entrance with his index finger. “Always love making you scream my name.” He sinks his index finger all the way into Y/N’s heat, and the noise she tries to make sends a shiver down his spine. “Bet you love having my hand wrapped around your mouth? Don’t you, my dirty girl?” When Y/N nods he smirks and pushes another finger into her heat. “Though you probably wish it was wrapped around your neck, don’t you?” Y/N’s hips have started to grind against his hand, and he starts to rub her clit as his fingers curl inside of her. “You fucking love it when I choke you, don’t you? Such a dirty whore. My dirty whore,” Fred growls.

Fred feels like he might burst out of his trousers if he keeps teasing Y/N like this, so he reluctantly steps away from her and takes his hand from her shorts so he can rid himself of his bottoms. It’s a bit hard with his hand still clasped over Y/N’s mouth, but he makes it work. Once he’s naked from the waist down, Fred wraps his hand around himself and starts to slowly stroke his cock. “Am I ‘up’ enough for you?” he teases. “I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth, but I want you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?”

“Need you so fucking bad, Freddie,” Y/N pants as soon as he’s removed his hand. “Need you to fuck me like the dirty whore I am.” Y/N lifts her hips up, helping Fred to rip her shorts and panties from her body. As soon as she’s naked, Y/N grabs Fred’s shoulders and pulls him in, kissing him hard. “You heard what the song said, just give me them babies.”

Fred clasps his hand around Y/N’s mouth once again as he shoves hips forward, fucking into her wet heat until their hips are flush together. He can feel her trying to make noises against his hand, and he starts to move his hips, fucking her at a fast pace. “Can’t wait until we’re back at home,” he growls, leaning forward so he can whisper in her ear. Y/N’s legs have started to shake as they wind around Fred’s waist, and he shoves a hand in between them to rub at her clit. “Gonna fuck you all night long, my hand around your throat as you scream my name.”

Y/N starts to breathe harder as her orgasm approaches, her hips moving in tandem with Fred’s. The tip of his cock drags against her g-spot with each thrust, and the dirty things he’s whispering in her ear are quickly pushing her towards her climax.

“Gonna make you ride my face and then ride my cock,” Fred whispers, nibbling on her ear lobe. Y/N clenches around him and his hips stutter as he moans. “You like that idea, huh? Love having your pussy eaten, don’t you? My dirty whore.” Fred starts to thrust harder as he feels his orgasm start to build. “Gonna have to choke you for a bit on my cock too, yeah? I know how much you love to gag around me as I fuck your throat.”

Y/N reaches her peak then, her whole body shaking from pleasure as she cums around Fred’s cock. Her hips to continue to move with Fred as her walls convulse and twitch around him, wanting him to reach his orgasm as well.  

Fred rests his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder as his thrusts turn sloppy, his orgasm nearing. “So fucking tight for me, baby. Feels so fucking good around my cock. Gonna cum. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it baby? Wanted me to fuck you raw and pump you full of my seed, my little cum slut.” Y/N clenches around Fred one more time and it pushes him over the edge. He rolls his hips slowly to help him through his orgasm, his cock twitching as he releases deep inside Y/N.

“Fred,” Y/N whispers when his hand finally falls from her face again, before she pulls her face to hers. They kiss slowly as they both comes down from their highs, and Y/N whines against Fred’s mouth when he slowly pulls out of her. But a moan falls from her mouth as Fred slides two of his fingers back inside of her.

“Can’t let any of it leak out yet. Not if I’m gonna give you my babies,” he teases, pecking Y/N’s lips several times.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and pulls Fred closer, kissing him deeply. “Pretty sure the potion I’m on is gonna prevent that from happening no matter how long you keep your fingers inside of me.”

“A guy can dream, can’t he?” Fred asks playfully. He slowly pulls his fingers out of her and brings them up to Y/N’s mouth. Fred groans as she takes them into her mouth and sucks them clean, unable to look away. “This is our last night here, no matter what my mum says. We’re gonna be back in our bed tomorrow night so I can fuck you into the mattress.”

“Now who’s the desperate slut?” Y/N teases before kissing Fred again. She winces as he helps her off of the sink, before starting to collect her clothes. “Although I would much prefer a bed to the sink.”

They both get dresses quickly, not wanting to be gone for too much longer. Fred kisses Y/N deeply for a few moments before he lets her leave the bathroom, watching her hips sway as she walks away.

“Finally,” Ginny comments as Y/N reenters her bedroom. “You were gone for ages.”

Y/N can’t help the grin that takes over her face. “Sorry. I had to wait for Fr- I mean someone to finish doing me right. If you catch my drift.”

[study-coffee-chicago]

Seasons of Med: Season 5 & Seasons of PD: Season 7: Necrotizing Fasciitis Scare (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I am going to get you to understand football at this game come hell or high water," Jay told you as you said that you really didn't understand anything about football while Kevin tried to hook up the tv. Kelly threw Jay the football and Jay caught it.

"Hell or high water, huh?" you asked. "Did you just turn southern? Isn't that a southern phrase?"

"I can say whatever I want, thank you were much. Now catch." He threw you the football and you caught it easily.

"Kelly, I can't promise this is gonna be a good throw, so be ready to move," you told him as you threw the football to him. He had to jump to the left and jump high to catch it.

"Y/N, you suck at this," he laughed.

"I know."

"Jay, teach your sister how to throw a football, will you?"

He threw the ball back to Jay.

All of you were currently at Soldier Field to watch the Bears' game on a Friday afternoon. Will was originally going to go with Jay and you were going to study for your biology class, even though it was summer. You had decided to take a summer biology class so then you wouldn't have to deal with it during the fall and winter semesters when you'd be drowning in homework with other classes...and you figured you could do this one in the summer because you had heard horror stories of how hard this specific professor at CCU was. Luckily for you, Will was a doctor and could help you understand those damn diagrams that always gave you trouble.

Anyway, Will was going to come, but he got put on the schedule last minute, so Jay dragged you here even though you didn't know the slightest bit about football. Hell, you didn't even have any Bears gear to wear! Jay had given you one of his hats to wear with the promise that he'd get it back.

"Y/N!" Hailey yelled to you. "Wanna run to Mama Garcia's food truck with me?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"Hailey," Jay whined. "I was just about to teach her how to throw a football."

"Halstead, if she doesn't know yet, I'm sure you can wait a few minutes. Now, I need my Spanish-speaking Halstead to come with me."

You had taken AP Spanish last year and had gotten a good enough grade on the AP exam to give you twelve college credits. This was partly thanks to Mama Garcia. You had been studying in her restaurant one night when you asked her a question about a tense. She explained it and then said that if you ever wanted to practice speaking Spanish and make some money at the same time, that you could work or her under the table. You took her up on that offer and your Spanish improved immensely.

Once you got up to the window of the food truck, you ordered a big batch of tamales in Spanish and then translated how much it was to Hailey. Then, you and Hailey went back to Jay and the rest of all your brother's first responder friends.

Kelly was yelling at Stella, Hailey, and you not to break into the tamales before the burgers were done, but you all didn't listen and each grabbed one out of the box.

You were in the middle of eating yours when you heard a scream.

You went towards the scream along with Jay, Natalie, and Kelly, but Jay made sure you stayed behind him. But, this didn't block your entire view, though.

You looked down at this man's leg. It was red and it looked like there was a giant gash on his shin with puss, blood, and flesh coming out. Things were moving underneath the skin. He was seizing and he kept saying BRT.

It was all too much. You took the Bears hat off.

"Y/N, I need you to get away from this. Whatever this guy has, I don't want you to--"

Jay didn't even finish his sentence before you vomited into that he had let you use, using it as a makeshift bowl for your puke.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side after you finished emptying that tamale you had started eating into his hat.

"You done? You good?" Jay asked.

You coughed and then wiped your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about your hat. I just- I don't like blood and that was nasty."

"I know. I think everyone's going to Med, so we'll run to the bathroom so we can throw away my hat now and you can rinse out your mouth. I think I have gum in my truck."

"Okay. Be glad I had the smart idea to puke into that hat, though. Or else it probably would've gone on you."

"Yeah, but I lost a nice hat in the process," Jay said as he rolled his eyes and you two made your way towards the bathrooms.

***

"It's necrotizing fasciitis," Will said. Everyone looked at him with a blank expression.

"Flesh-eating bacteria," you supplied.

"Wow, where'd you learn that, Short Stack?" Will asked.

"Can you not call me that? I'm eighteen! And, I learned it by watching Untold Stories of the ER."

"Junior doctor on our hands I think, Jay. And, you're still shorter than me and Jay so I can call you that, thank you very much."

"After her puking just at the sight of that, yeah, no way she's becoming a doctor," Jay said. "Anyway, the victim?"

"Right, sorry. Your victim had necrotizing fasciitis, more commonly known as, as Y/N said, flesh-eating bacteria. And, don't worry, it's not contagious. Only about four in a million people get it each year," Will explained.

"So, how do you get nec..." Kelly trailed off, not knowing the correct pronunciation.

"Necrotizing fasciitis. It enters through a break in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis. It--"

"The epidermis is the first layer of the skin," you said, reciting something you had learned in your biology class.

"Yes, it's the first layer of skin. But, as I was saying, it would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was," Will finished after your interruption.

"I can't open a case file without a crime," Jay started, "but I'll see if I can run prints and check traffic cam footage. Maybe make out some sort of ID."

After a few minutes, everyone's panic had died down and you and Kelly were sitting down next to each other. He was trying to explain football to you even though you really couldn't care less. Meanwhile, Jay was about to make a phone call when Will motioned him over.

"Yeah?" Jay asked.

"You or Y/N have any contact with the victim? And, if you did, do you or her have any breaks in the skin?" Will asked, clearly worried about his younger siblings.

"No, we didn't have any contact. Just had Y/N puke in my hat I let her borrow," Jay answered.

"Okay, good. But, as I said, necrotizing fasciitis is rare, so you two should be fine. I gotta get back, but call if you find out anything on the victim."

"Will do. Remember to wear your gloves." Will rolled his eyes. "What? You just said it enters through breaks in the skin."

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

***

"Hey, I'm leaving," Jay told you around noon the next day, poking his head into your bedroom while you stared at your lab lectures, trying to remember all the diagrams and pictures you'd need to help you identify body parts on your next lab practical.

"Okay, I'm going to the lab around 2:00 to study. That way I can actually see that stuff as I'll see it on the lab practical," you told him, not even looking up from your notes.

"Okay, be safe." He picked up Beary, who was leaning up against a pillow next to you, in a graduation gown and cap outfit. "Beary, can you make sure she takes breaks?" Then, his voice changed into his baby voice, what he always pretended was Beary's voice. "Oh, yes, Jay. I'll make sure she takes breaks while you're gone."

You laughed and reached out and took Beary from him. "Get outta here, you goon."

"Love you, too!" Jay called as he left your room.

You fixed Beary's cap and set him down, remembering when you got the outfit for him as you stared at diagrams.

"You ready, graduate?" Jay asked as he knocked on your door.

"Jay, I swear to God if you call me graduate one more time..." you said as you opened the door.

"You'll what?" he taunted.

"You know what, I don't know, but you won't like it. Are my bobbi pins noticeable?" you asked, referring to the bobbi pins you had pinned down to keep your blue graduation cap in place.

"Nope. You're good. Ready?"

"Ready."

You walked into the kitchen, to be met with Will. And behind him on the kitchen table was a vase of blue and white flowers, which were your school colors, and Beary leaning up against said flowers, wearing a blue graduation cap and gown. Just like you.

You laughed. "I cannot believe you guys."

"Hey," Will started, "Beary got a little backpack on your first day of kindergarten. Only fair that he gets a cap and gown on your graduation."

"Did you use the gift card from Mom?" you asked, referring to the one you had found in the letters to each of you that Will had found when you were cleaning out your dad's house after he died.

"We did," Jay confirmed. "Now, I need you to hold Beary in one hand and hold this picture." He handed you a photo of you with your little backpack on and Beary with his that your mom had taken of you on the front porch on your first day of kindergarten, right before Jay had surprised you by coming home from deployment early.

"Why do I need both?" you asked curiously.

"I saw this thing on Pinterest--"

"Wait!" Will exclaimed. "You have a Pinterest?"

"No," Jay scoffed. "But Hailey does. And she sent me a picture of something she thought you should do for your graduation pictures. You hold up a picture of you on your first day of school when you were little while you're wearing your cap and gown and then I take a picture of you. Since Beary was in that picture, I thought he could be in this one, too."

You grabbed Beary and allowed him to take the pictures. Now it was time to tell the news to your mom and dad.

***

"You won't believe what Will and Jay decided they just needed to get me," you said as you stood in front of your parents' headstone with Beary hidden behind your back. Will and Jay were over by a big tree talking amongst themselves so you could have some privacy. You pulled Beary from behind your back. "They got me a cap and gown for him because they said it was only fair because Beary got a backpack on my first day of school. And, since it's my last day of school, he should get a cap and gown, too.

"Also, which one of you called Will and Jay graduate all day on the day of their graduation? Because Jay won't stop calling me that and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Pretty sure it was you, Mom."

You sighed. "I wish you guys were here. Jay told me all about how you made him a special breakfast when he graduated and then went out for lunch before the actual graduation because the senior all-nighter was after. I don't know where we're going for our senior all-nighter, but I hope it's not boring. I've heard that a few years ago, some kids said theirs was super boring. I really don't want that. But, I'm glad that I could convince Will and Jay not to be chaperones for whatever my senior all-nighter is. I love them and all, but they can be a bit too overprotective at times.

"God, you guys should be here. Dad, I know you weren't the best, but you were trying. And, I'm sure if Mom was here, she'd make sure you behaved, because Mom would say it was a big day and that you couldn't be arguing with Jay." You laughed. "I can only imagine what it would look like with Jay on one side of you, Mom, and Dad on the other and you scolding both of them for fighting. Then, they'd both probably sit back and cross their arms. And, because of this, you'd probably say that I'm your favorite child."

"Alright," Jay laughed as he and Will made their way back to you. "I think it's time to go. We don't want to miss your graduation."

"You know none of us really care about the ceremony, right?" you asked, blinking back tears so that you wouldn't mess up your makeup.

"We know. It's mostly for the parents...or in your case, brothers," Will said.

You pulled out four flowers, two blue and two white, which you had taken from the bouquet that Will had placed on the kitchen table back at home, from the pockets in your dress underneath your graduation gown. "Give me one more minute."

You placed two flowers, one of each color, on top of your Mom's name and your Dad's name on the headstone. "I thought you two should have some, too. They're my school colors." You wiped your eyes as you felt a few tears prick them. "Remember to clap for me from heaven when I walk across that stage, okay?"

You took a deep shaky breath and turned back around. Will wrapped an arm around you as the three of you walked back to Jay's truck. Beary hung from your hand. In three hours, you'll have graduated high school.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was the coffee shop you worked at. And, no, it was not the one in your apartment building. But, Jay and other members of Intelligence did sometimes come in there to pick up coffee for them and the rest of the unit. This was only because they knew they'd get the friends and family discount since you worked there. But, they usually tipped you well, so you didn't mind.

Your manager asked you to come into work because someone couldn't come in. As much as you needed to study for your biology lab practical, you needed money for college more. And, you could always go to the lab tomorrow to practice for your lab practical. You also had Will. What good was having a doctor in the family if not to help you with your science homework? So, you decided to pick up the extra shift making coffee.

***

"Voight," Hank Voight said as he answered his phone.

"Hank, it's Wallace Boden. I need you to come down to the CCU science lab right now."

"Why?"

"Because Severide just told me that the victim at Soldier Field yesterday kept chanting BRT. This place is owned by BRT Labs. And, there was a fire set."

"You're thinking arson? You know we don't investigate that, Wallace."

"I know. Office of Fire Investigation is already on it."

"But, you think that the victim yesterday and the fire today could be connected?" Voight asked.

"I think it's highly possible. All I ask is that you come down here, maybe take a look inside, do some interviews, stuff you normally would do."

"Alright. I'll grab Halstead and Upton and we'll head down there."

"Thank you."

Voight hung up his phone and turned to his team, all of whom were knee-deep in paperwork after taking off yesterday to see the Bears game...which they didn't even get to see in the end. "Chief Boden needs some of us down at the CCU lab. There could be a connection--"

"Did you say the CCU lab?" Jay asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, Halstead, Upton, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. We'll let you know if we need you or you need to look up information here." Voight looked to Jay who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Halstead, we're going."

"Y/N's at the lab."

"It's Saturday," Hailey pointed out. "There's no classes on Saturdays."

"She said she was going there to study for a test. Oh, God. What if--"

"Jay," Hailey said as she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to call or text her on the way there. She'll be okay. C'mon, let's go."

"Atwater, come with me," Voight said. "Just in case Jay's gotta go."

***

You finally took your fifteen-minute break after being swamped for a good half hour straight. Who knew so many people wanted coffee at four in the afternoon? The first thing you saw were seven missed calls and texts in all caps. They were all from Jay.

"What the hell?" you muttered as you pressed Jay's contact and brought your phone to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. "Why are you--"

"Where are you? The firefighters said they haven't seen you come out yet," he rushed out.

"I'm at work. What firefighters? What are you talking about, Jay?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"You're at work?" Jay asked. "I thought you were going to school to study?"

"I was. But, then my manager called me in. Why? What happened?"

Jay felt so much relief wash over him that he almost fell over in the grass on the CCU campus. "There was a fire in the lab."

"What? Are my friends okay? Did anyone die?" you rushed out. They weren't totally your friends, more your classmates, but you figured that was the easiest thing to call them.

"As far as I know, there weren't any fatalities."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good."

"Just do me a favor: next time your plans change, text me."

"I can't promise I can remember that."

"Figures. But, I gotta go. Stay safe."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Jay yelled and threw his phone on the couch just as you entered your apartment after finishing your closing shift at the coffee shop.

"What?" you asked as you shut the door and then set your keys down and took off your hat.

"Hailey's in quarantine," he told you. "And it's all my fault."

"What? It's your fault? How'd it even happen? Why are people being quarantined?"

"Turns out that necro thing isn't as rare as Will told us."

"Jay, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh, there were a bunch of people at an apartment building who got the disease, so Will and others are there looking for a thing that somebody says they saw spraying the building. Could've been this exterminator person was trying to poison people in the building," Jay told you. "And now everyone in the building is quarantined at Med."

"And Hailey was in the apartment building...?" you asked, not knowing what this had to do with Hailey.

"I had her go to a house to talk to someone who was in the lab the same time as the victim. She, uh, the girl Hailey was talking to, fell over and she had the infection and Hailey touched her.

"Hailey had a hangnail or something—at least, that's the info that Will got from Natalie, and Will passed it on to me—so now she's in quarantine at Med. If I wouldn't have told her to go check out the lead, then maybe she wouldn't be in quarantine right now."

"Jay," you started, "you can't blame yourself. If it wasn't Hailey, it would've been you. Then you'd be quarantining at Med right now. And if it wasn't you or Hailey, it would've been someone else from Intelligence and then they'd be in quarantine right now."

"How did you get so mature?"

"Trauma."

Jay's expression immediately changed. "What? Y/N, if you need someone to talk to, I can get you that."

You laughed. "Jay, chill. It's a psych major joke...even though I know I really shouldn't be joking about trauma no matter what."

"Okay, good. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I mean, I guess. What are we watching? And, I'm gonna make popcorn, too."

"Okay. We can watch anything but Contagion," Jay told you.

"What's Contagion?"

"It's about this virus that breaks out all over a city...much like what's happening now."

"Oooh, now I want to watch it."

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

***

"Hello?" you said into the phone the next afternoon when Mama Garcia called you. Jay was out working the case, Will was trying to find a cure for this bacterial strain, and Hailey was out of quarantine because she was cleared by Natalie. So, Jay wasn't blaming himself anymore.

You quickly spoke Spanish with Mama Garcia and she asked if you could come in because they got a huge catering order last minute and she needed someone to man the cash register while she helped in the back making the order. You agreed and made your way to Mama Garcia's.

***

You were busy working the cash register and speaking Spanish with the friendly customers when you started hearing yelling outside, something about MS-13. You excused yourself and made your way to the back where Mama Garcia was working on tamales.

"They're saying something about MS-13 out there," you told her in Spanish.

"I'm going to need you to say that in English, chica," she told you. "I think you said it wrong because you just mentioned MS-13," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"No, they're saying crazy stuff," you began. "They're chanting that you're part of MS-13. You can't hear it?"

"It's loud back here. Maybe I'll hear it if I go to the front."

She came to the front with you where some customers were leaving the building through the side entrance to get away from the mob. There weren't any customers left in the little restaurant anymore.

"Dios mio," she whispered.

There had to have been at least two dozen or more people outside all yelling and saying that she was to blame for the bacteria. Some even held signs. Some had guns or sharp objects.

You pulled out your phone. "I'm calling--"

You stopped when you heard a crash. You barely had time to register what was happening as the Molotov cocktail flew through the window and shattered everywhere, lighting the place on fire and sending shards of glass everywhere, some ending up lodged in your leg as you screamed in fear and pain.

***

The men and women of Firehouse 51 got a call of a public disturbance at Mama Garcia's. As they pulled up, they saw the Molotov cocktail fly right through the front window towards you and Mama Garcia. Casey started barking out orders and everyone sprang into action.

You were inside and the smoke was getting thicker. Whatever they made this out of actually worked. You pulled your shirt up to your nose and mouth to try and stop inhaling it, but it didn't work very well.

You had been in front of Mama Garcia at the time it was thrown through the window, so you took most of the glass shards. This caused you so much pain that it was hard for you to move through the kitchen and to the door to get out.

"Fire department! Call out!" you heard Stella yell as you kept trying to walk toward the back door.

"Here!" you yelled.

"Fire department! Call out!"

"Back here! Help! Help!"

You heard heavy footsteps coming toward you and then you saw a firefighter and you felt a hand wrap around you.

"Hang on. You're gonna get out of here." Stella. "Casey," she said into her radio. "I need some help in here. Female victim, trouble walking, in the back in what looks like the kitchen."

"Copy. Coming in, Kidd."

About thirty seconds later you were picked up and told to close your eyes. You did, and it was only when you finally got outside, did Truck 81 realize who they had rescued.

***

Will was currently working in the lab trying to find an antidote to this terrible outbreak. But, something about Dr. Seldon was suspicious. He wasn't a detective like his younger brother,  but he still trusted his gut.

Dr. Seldon hadn't noticed that Will was still in the lab when he started pouring chemicals into the samples. Now Will knew something was most definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" he asked loudly, startling Dr. Seldon.

"Oh, these are contaminated samples," he answered easily like he had rehearsed what he was going to say.

Will pointed directly at him. "No. You know what? You need to stay right here."

Then, Seldon threw a punch and Will caught it easily. But, then Seldon hit him again in the stomach. In the split second that Will was doubled over, Seldon picked up a microscope and cold-cocked Will right over the head, causing him to fall to the ground as everything went black and he clutched his bleeding head.

***

Hailey was now back in the bullpen after being quarantined because she got checked out and everything was fine. She had to tell Jay to stop apologizing and that it wasn't his fault he had gotten into that mess.

"That's a blue hat, right before 2:00," Ruzek said as he looked at the security footage.

"Wait, I know this guy," Jay started. "He works at the CCU lab." His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He's with Will. We gotta go now!"

As Jay was sprinting out of the bullpen, his phone started ringing.

"Man, your phone!" Adam yelled.

"Just let it go to voice-mail!" Jay yelled as he ran down the stairs, not knowing that it was Casey calling him to let him know that they had pulled you out of a fire and you were currently being treated at Med.

***

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up a few hours later. You didn't know if it was the meds the nurse gave you to knock you out so she could pull the shards of glass out of your body or if it was from a combination of smoke inhalation and tiredness. Whatever the reason, you were awake now.

You turned to see your brothers and were very confused to see that Will was holding an ice pack to his head and Jay looked like he had gotten new stitches in his forearm.

"The hell--" You roughly cleared your throat. "The hell happened to you two?"

"We found the guy," Jay told you. "But, not before he cold-cocked Will over the head with a microscope."

"Who was he?" you asked.

"A professor at CCU. Dr. Seldon."

"I've heard of him. I think he only teaches graduate classes though, so I'd never end up being in one of his classes anyway. I'm assuming he's not teaching anymore?"

"Not a chance in hell," Jay confirmed. "If he wants to teach, he can teach all the other prisoners at Stateville."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, you know him," Will began. "He's always putting other people's safety in front of his own like the idiot he is." Jay thought about smacking his older brother upside the head but decided against it only because he had just been hit in the head. "He decided that he'd rather be infected with the bacteria instead of the people in a conference room where Seldon was. So, he cut himself."

"You what? Do you have the bacteria?" you asked as your eyes widened in fear.

"No, I don't. Hailey shot in there to distract him and then I disarmed him. Will came in with the antidote anyway, but luckily we didn't need to use it."

"If Hailey got paid overtime every time she saved your ass, she'd never have to work again."

"Tell me about it," Jay agreed.

"Now, what happened to you?" Will asked. "Casey told us you were at Mama Garcia's?"

"Yeah, she called and asked me to run the front since she needed to be in the back to help work on a catering order. I went in and an hour later, there were all these protesters outside calling her a member of MS-13 and saying she started the outbreak."

"How?" Jay wondered. "Mama Garcia's like the sweetest lady alive."

"I don't know. Because people online are crazy? And then someone threw a flaming bottle of something through the window."

"And that's how the glass got in your leg?" Will asked. You nodded. "Well, the good news is that Maggie told me the damage was artificial. The reason you passed out was because of smoke inhalation. They gave you some oxygen and you're good to go once you're ready."

"Then why don't I have one of those nose thingies in?" you asked.

"A nasal cannula?" Will chuckled. You nodded. "It's because you slept long enough with it on that your oxygen is back up. And, the paramedics gave you oxygen, too. That's why you don't need it. Your levels are back to normal."

"Oh. Okay."

"You want your discharge paperwork?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Jay's gotta fill it out."

"Nope. You are not a minor anymore. So, you get to fill out your own paperwork."

You groaned as he handed you the clipboard with the paperwork on it. Now you knew why both Jay and Will hated paperwork so much. There was so much even for one little thing!

"You know, I think since you've achieved frequent flyer status at Med," Will began, "that Beary needs a hospital gown, too."

"No! Don't you dare!"

"Just write it down and give it to her for Christmas," Jay joked. But honestly, when it came to that bear and presents, you never knew if either of them was joking or not.

Everything seemed back to normal at that moment: Jay and Will joking about your Build-A-Bear, you and Jay constantly being in the hospital for whatever reason and life. Life was back to normal after this crazy weekend that had everyone in Chicago on edge and you couldn't be happier.

A/N: Idk how I feel about this one. There was so much going on in that crossover, that it was hard for me to figure out what I wanted to focus on...so, it turned into a shorter imagine. Anyway, thank you guys so, so much for reading! I also start my new job tomorrow, so updates might be a little less frequent (one or two a week, depending on how long the imagines are and how much I have to work). Anyway, please like/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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