#uh. whatever I'll come up with a tag for it when i have more stuff about it

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

I think if Soos got a glimpse of the kind of home life Pacifica has he would be like "Nope!" And do his best to yoink her right out of there. Cue chase sequence starring attack peacocks!

I would like to present for your consideration- The Mystery Shack Crew: Fall, Winter, and Spring Edition!

Soos Ramirez!

Mr. Mystery himself! Owner, tour guide, salesman, chief handyman, and proud boyfriend of Melody! He's living his best life. He takes the crew out on adventures every once in a while to find inspiration for new attractions, and often they come back with evidence of actual cryptids. Not that the average tourist can tell the difference. There's a lot of classic Stan-isms around the Shack, but he's running it all in his own Soos-y way. The place has become a lot more popular with kids since he took over.

Melody Lastname!

Cashier, bookkeeper, and proud girlfriend of Mr. Mystery! Soos insists that she fits right in with this place because she's "literally too awesome to not be magical, dude". It's a weird job, probably the weirdest she's had, but she has fun and she likes the people there. She adapts to the supernatural incredibly fast, and she and Soos are working on making an updated version of the journals based on Ford and Dippers notes. This time it's more in the vein of an instructional guide to safely interacting with the various phenomena in Gravity Falls. (Candy has insisted that they make pamphlet versions as well as guidebooks.)

Wendy Corduroy!

Same as always. She stays working at the Shack through her last years of high school, and is having a blast working for Soos. Her job performance has gone way up since he took over lol. Stan totally isn't bitter about it. She and Melody both man the cash register, but mostly Wendy works on operating and managing the attractions and shows. She and the Multibear have a whole deal where they pretend to wrestle to the death in a bimonthly performance. The Multibear doesn't really want or need money, so Wendy pays him back by playing bodyguard whenever the Manotaurs send a newbie to go and kill him. She has tons of deals like this set up.

Pacifica Northwest!

Pacifica is doing both better and worse. Her parents have gotten more strict and tense since they lost their fortune, and Pacifica has looked for more ways to stay out of the house. She worked at Greasy's for a while with Susan, but that really pissed off her parents (they're even more stringent with their public image now, and are offended that their daughter would be working at all, let alone at a diner like some common townsperson.) It stopped being a safe space for her after they found out about it. Luckily, Soos was there! He offered to let her hang out at the Mystery Shack, explaining how crucial it was in his own childhood. She was reluctant at first, but agreed. Turns out the environment cultivated at the Shack by the other three is exactly what she needed. She hangs out with Wendy a lot, she's basically her "being a normal kid" tutor. Soos and Melody also insist on giving Pacifica the full dumb kid stuff experience, everything from tacky animatronic restaurants to Lazer tag. She's not the best at expressing it, but she's super grateful for everything. Also turns out she's a natural with numbers, so she helps Melody with the books sometimes. It feels good to be good at something beyond the surface.

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “i just can’t wait for love to destroy us,”

TAGS — face-sitting, cunnilingus, drama uh-oh, creampie, raw sex, soft soft soft, baby shoppingg, hani’s mom cameo, jk is mistaken for ur dad, pregnant sex, praising, dirty talk, SMUT, merry christmass

WORD COUNT — 3.1 k

"What are we going to do when the baby comes?" You softly ask, tilting your head back to look up at Jungkook.

That was a question you frequently thought about given the (high) possibility the baby could inherit most of Jungkook's features. You were terrified of the thought as this wasn't a simple little secret or a white lie you could ever come back from. Jungkook wasn't exactly worried about this at all and he urged you to do the same.

Jungkook spent these past months pampering you and making sure you were stress free after you slowly started showing more and more. According to Hani, she could see the "pregnancy glow" and often teasing you about how your baby daddy spoiled you. Jungkook indeed did spoil you a lot, wanting nothing but the best for you and the baby.

"Depends on what you're asking me about," Jungkook calmly replies, hand splayed over your belly protectively, "are you talking about Hani love?"

You nod slowly and slip your hand over his own, "Yeah.. there's only two months left before the little one comes. What are we going to tell her if she asks? I can't just lie to her in her face when the baby comes out looking like you." You poke his little mole under his bottom lip and giggle.

Jungkook chuckles quietly as he pecks your fingertip, "You shouldn't be worrying about that right now, you know I'll take care of it all baby." He nuzzles into your shoulder and lays soft kisses on it, "Do you really think the baby will get my little moles?" He smiles fondly, "I want our baby to have your eyes," he coos, "imagine we have a baby girl? She'd look so pretty, just like you."

"Stop," you chuckled softly, "what makes you think we're gonna have a girl? We could possibly have a boy."

Jungkook groans, "Let a man dream sweetheart." He lays his head on your shoulder and relaxes into the couch.

You cup his cheek and smooch it over and over again, laying soft kisses around his jawline and then his soft lips. "I do hope the baby gets your eyes." You gently stroke his cheek, "And maybe your nose, and your cute little mole-"

Jungkook makes a noise as he tries to evade your little grabs, "I get it, you want a mini-me." He laughs shaking his head, "We'll just have to wait and see how it goes with the baby then love," he rubs your tummy once again, "only two months."

"Two months." You softly repeat with a happy little smile on your face.

+

"Your dad and y/n are awfully close aren't they?" Hani's mother murmurs under her breath as she side-eyes her daughter, "You don't find this weird at all? Personally I think it's highly inappropriate he even let her move in, she's a sweet girl and all but it's inappropriate!"

Hani rolls her eyes in annoyance, "Mom, I don't think you have any room to talk. Last time I checked you and dad are divorced and dad can do whatever he wants with his house, Plus y/n is going through a hard time right now and this pregnancy isn't helping either okay?"

"Wait, wait, wait," she looks at Hani in alarm, "she's pregnant?"

Hani nods slowly as she makes a face at her, "Yeahhh? And what about it?"

"Don't you think it's weird? He treats her... so weirdly like, what business does he have taking her out shopping for cribs and baby stuff? Doesn't she have her baby father for that? Jungkook seems to be at her beck and call, everywhere that girl is at he's there.. I don't want to say what I'm thinking.."

Hani pauses in her movements, staring at the empty sink as she mindlessly scrubs the cup in her hand. Her mother's words sink in slowly, if she did think about it Jungkook did show a lot of interest in y/n's pregnancy, but that could be anything. Her father was a good man, and y/n would never.

"You're just imagining it, dad is looking out for her and y/n just needs help. Do you expect a pregnant girl to bring home a crib by herself?" Hani mutters, trying not to let her anger show.

"If I were you, I'd keep an eye out for them two. God only knows what perversions that man and girl are up to."

Hani's left thinking the whole afternoon after that.

.

"You think we should get this crib? It doesn't look that hard to build and it's pretty cute. You can decorate it when the baby is here." Jungkook says as he points out this simple little white crib sitting on the display.

You were off down the aisle just looking at the different baby monitors in stock, wondering if you would even need one. Maybe. "Baby." Jungkook calls out to you once more, "Did you hear me?"

"The crib right?" You softly say and walk down to where he's standing, hand on your back as support as you rub your tummy with your other hand. "I think it's cute, pretty simple." You nod in approval as you eye some other cribs but none really catch your attention, "This one."

"Yeah?" Jungkook pulls you closer as he kisses your forehead, "I'll go bring a second cart around, just wait here." He walks off.

Soon you both walk to the checkout and patiently stand there as the young girl working the register scans the baby stuff and then the crib. Briefly she meets your eyes and offers a sweet little smile, "First baby?" She asks softly.

"Oh yes," you nod shyly, "a little nervous but excited to meet the little one." You rub your belly to emphasize your words.

"Oh how cuteeee, and is this your father? So sweet of him to take you shopping!"

Jungkook goes stiff and so do you, poor girl is so clueless.. You smile nervously and shake your head, "He's not my dad." You giggle, but it doesn't sound very genuine.

"She's my girlfriend." Jungkook answers for you, "You're not the first to get us mixed up." He chuckles softly, trying to lighten the mood.

She doesn't seem weirded out and smiles back at you two, "Cute! Congratulations you two, I wish you guys the best."

The two of you arrive home to an empty house. Hani had left a small note on the table saying she was going out for a few hours to the next town to meet up with some friend of hers. That meant the house was going to be all yours for a while. It had you shyly thinking of all the things you guys could do.

"We can set up the crib later if you want?" You offer as you slowly go up the stairs, "We can watch a movie meanwhile and take a nap?"

Jungkook had finished hauling in the bags of baby supplies as he looked up at you, "A movie? Sure, let me lock the car real quick. Go to my room baby, I'll see you there in a bit."

You nod slowly and waddle your way into his bedroom, you two did not in fact watch a damn movie. Because five minutes into it you're already kissing like horny teenagers and grinding on each other like your life depends on it.

Jungkook's strong arms are wrapped tightly around your back, hands gripping at your ass and then sliding down to the back of your thighs. His lips smash against yours desperately, moving in sync with you as he moans hotly into your mouth.

You tug gently at his hair and massage the back of his neck with your soft fingertips. The only thing separating the two of you is your soft cotton panties and his boxers. His thick cock forms a tent in his boxers as his cock pushes stubbornly against you. Every time you rock forward your panties press up against your clit and it causes your lower area to tingle in arousal.

"Mmm." You pull back only when the kiss starts leaving you breathless, you pant softly and stare into his eyes with a soft pout, "Off." You tug at his boxers, "I don't like how wet my panties are getting either," you nag gently.

Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh as he smacks your ass with both hands before gripping each cheek and jiggling them in his large hands. "Needy little thing aren't you? Have I not given you any attention sweetheart? Daddy's been neglecting you?" He stares deep into your eyes and when you don't reply right away he spanks you, "Hm?"

" 's not enough!" You huff angrily, "I need you right now Daddy." You glare cutely as you lift your hips and slip his shirt up, "See? 'm all wet for you."

Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, "I can see that, why don't you take them off for me baby? Show me your pretty little pussy, wanna see how wet you are." His voice drops a little, coming out more huskier than usual.

You nod eagerly and push your panties down, huffing angrily because now you have to move around to get them fully off of you. He watches you struggle with a lazy smirk, not offering any help and occasionally chuckling when you whine. "Almost?" He says teasingly.

"You little-" You growl angrily and manage to get the panties off, "You could have helped me."

"You looked so cute trying to concentrate, I didn't want to interrupt that." He teases as he brings you on to his lap again, "How can I make it up to you baby? Hm?" He plays with both of your bare cheeks.

A soft blush rises to your cheeks and you chew on your lower lip, "I want you to eat my pussy daddy.." You shyly confess, "Can I...? Can I...." You can't quite get the words out, too embarrassed by your neediness.

Jungkook hums, "Can I what darling? C'mon, tell daddy exactly what you want babygirl."

"Can I sit on your face?" You whisper.

His eyes immediately go dark as he tightens his grip on your ass, "Baby wants me to eat her little pussy? You gonna smother me sweetheart? Ride my face like a good girl?"

You nod eagerly to all of that, mewling in need because you don't trust your voice right now. Jungkook lays back all the way down, nodding at you silently as he runs his tongue over his upper lip slowly. You slowly kneel over his face and set your hands on the headboard in front of you.

"Ready.." You softly say and then begin to lower yourself, whining when his hot tongue makes contact with your throbbing little clit, "Jungkook.." You press down more on to his tongue, grinding your hips in tiny circles to get more stimulation to your clit.

Jungkook presses the tip of his tongue to your clit and flicks it up and down to the best of his ability given that you're grinding on his tongue. He steadies you by the hips and gently massages them whilst you ride his face. Soft little moans pour from your lips and fill the entire room as the movie is more of a background noise at this point.

"Ohh," you inhale sharply when his tongue slips further down to where your needy little hole sits clenched around nothing, "yes, yes, put it in." You whine softly, "Please, I've been a good girl for you."

He must have taken pity because then his hot tongue is slipping right into you and filling your pussy shallowly. The wet muscle presses up against your sensitive hot walls, giving you some sort of satisfaction before you're mewling for more. It's not enough, you need more, you want more.

Jungkook flicks his tongue back and forth from inside of you, causing little needy gasps to escape you as you rock your hips a bit faster on his face. "Jungkook," you moan, "more, I need more."

He fucks his tongue in and out a few more times before he switches back to licking at your clit. He replaces his tongue with his fingers as he spreads you open, the thick digits pressing in deeply as he curls them to search for that sweet spot from inside of you.

You desperately hump his fingers and roll your hips back and forth on his face. Jungkook slurps at your clit loudly, his other free hand comes up behind you to grip your ass cheek tightly as he smacks it and then grabs at it. Your moans come out short and needy with little "ah's" escaping your lips every few seconds.

"Keep going," you whisper, more of a plea than anything, "so... so close," you breathe out with tears springing in your eyes.

Jungkook doubles his efforts and eats your pussy like a man on death row, fingers plunging in and out of you at a punishing pace as his lips wrap around your clit and suckle. Your hips stutter in their movements and a high pitched whine escapes you, "Jungkook...!" He slaps your ass harshly and you correct yourself, "Daddy!"

He hits the spot inside of you that drives you crazy, making your cries come out louder and your hips stutter in their movements. Your orgasm hits you in a instant, making your thighs shake and pussy. He doesn't ease up on your clit and sucks even harder if anything. You let out a pained squeal and gently push at his head, "N-No more," you whine.

Jungkook lets up after what feels like forever, he pants hotly against your pussy and lets his fingers slip from your pussy. "Good?" He breathes out.

"Mmhm." You nod and shakily lift yourself off his face, biting your lip as you look down at his face. Jungkook's lips are slick and a bit swollen from the intense pussy eating session, he has this dazed look in his eyes.

"Lay back for me baby, I got you," Jungkook helps you off his face as he lays you down and slips the pillows under your hips, "still want Daddy to fuck you baby?" He whispers softly and gently strokes over your tummy, pushing his shirt up to expose it even further.

You nod slowly, licking your lips and parting your thighs for him, "Please Daddy?"

Jungkook bites his lips and hurriedly slips his bottoms down, hooking his boxers under his balls to allow enough space as his cock slaps against his stomach. "Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart," he moves between your thighs and strokes his cock slowly, "just how you deserve." He moans softly and slaps the tip against your soft folds.

He rubs up and down until the head pushes against your little hole, clenching around nothing (at the moment). Jungkook slowly slips inside with a low groan, letting his cock go as he pushes forward slowly. A long moan escapes your lips as you lie there taking it all.

"Daddy," you whimper needily, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him down to you, "so good."

Jungkook groans lowly and leans down to kiss you to the best of his ability given that there was a small barrier between the two of you. His taut stomach pressed against your own, any more and he felt like he would be crushing you. "So wet for me sweetheart, little pussy's all desperate for my cock isn't it?" He whispers, rocking into you slowly.

You nod eagerly and stare into his eyes with a hooded gaze, "Only you." You promised, clenching down around his cock occasionally.

He preens at that and begins fucking into you at a moderate pace, hips slapping against your own and creating these soft little smacking sounds. Your pussy absolutely gushes around him and aids in the slide, some of your slick seeps out through the sides of his cock and slips past your perineum and down your ass.

You moan uncontrollably, not worried about anyone or anything because you two have the entire house to yourselves. You grip the pillow you lay on and lean your head back in pleasure as your thighs faintly shake. Jungkook's grunts and groans fill the entire room as he thrusts like a madman, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to tap against the wall with every thrust.

"Fuck sweetheart," he whispers out and shudders, "look so fuckin' pretty full of our child, can't help but go crazy at the thought of me being the one to make you like this." He cups the underside of your belly and rubs his thumb over it affectionately.

You mewl softly at the soft touches, contrast to the way he's driving his cock into you and hitting that sweet spot from inside. He reaches up to hold on to the headboard as he drives his hips forward a little harder, making the slapping sound in the room louder. A surprised cry leaves your lips as you arch your back and grip onto his forearms now, begging for more and whispering about how good it feels.

Jungkook grunts with effort and moves his hips faster, he rocks into you with full force now as his thrusts jostle you on the bed. Weak little cries and sobs escape, you arch your back and move desperately against him, chasing a orgasm you hadn't seen coming.

"Daddy!" A long cry escapes, you convulse under him and squirt around his cock.

"That's a good girl baby, cum on my cock," he whispers out as he slows down to sensual little grinds, burying his cock deep inside as he presses up against you.

You quiver under him and let out a string of "please" and soft little "Jungkook's". Little tears run down your cheeks and you whine every time his cock brushes against your g-spot, the stimulation too much to bear. "Shh.. shh baby hold still for me, gonna fill you up." He whispers when you whine louder.

He rolls his hips gently against yours for a few more minutes until he's coming deep, cock throbbing from inside. "Fuck." He whispers shakily, pulling back to observe the mess between the two of you, "I think if you weren't pregnant by now this definitely would have done the trick." He smirks softly as he licks his lips.

You look down to see the overflowing white coming from your pussy and forming a small ring of white around his cock. "Ugh you're so weird." You mumble out and grunt, "Help me, my back hurts now." You complain softly.

Jungkook opens his mouth to reply to you when the door suddenly slams open, and the light from the hallway fills the once dark bedroom. Hani stands there, horrified expression plastered all over her face as she stares at the two of you, "What the actual fuck?"

Shit.

[lbcreations-blog]

Request:

What about a mortal reader summoning him to strike a deal/ask for something and as payment he asks for their purity? (take that as you will btw. It doesn't have to be sexual)

I've just had this little idea for a while and can't find anything about it (though is someone has read anything similar please do tag me 🤲)

Making this one none sexual leading is going to be so difficult for me, so this is going to take forever, but it's going to be short😔

Reader is 22 here

Masterlist

For your brother you love so much

You wanted to make a deal, a deal for your brother's life. Your younger brother recently died of cancer he was only at the age of 6. So, being the older sibling you are, you decided to make a deal with the devil himself for your brother to have a second chance at life even if it costs yours.

So here you were doing the ritual in your room saying your chants when he appeared. "Who dares summons the great king of hell, Lucifer?" The man asked. In his all demon form glory. For some odd reason, your cheeks were heating up from seeing this, and you had no idea why.

"I summond you to struck a deal, your highness," you told Lucifer. "And what shall the deal be?" He asked. "Well, I want you to bring my brother back to life, and in return, you can have my soul, my body, whatever you want" you told him desperation in your voice for your brother to be happy, not to go through suffering again, and to have a chance at life once more.

There was now silence in the air, suddenly Lucifer hid away his horns, tail, wings, and any other demonic features from his 'big' form. He now looked just astonishing. He was so beautiful you were enthralled with him from laying your eyes upon this form. But you had to stay serious. So you stood there waiting for his answer.

"How did he die?" Lucifer asked a little bit of gloom in his voice. "Cancer, stage three," you told him in a sad voice, not feeling happy to mention such a sensitive topic. "Why do you want him to be back alive?" He asked.

"To well, experience life, he died at age six, and he deserves to last longer." You told the man. "Well then, I'll bring him back, but what I'll get in return is your purity," he told you. "M-my, what now? Like the sexual stuff?" You asked him rasing an eyebrow.

Lucifer blushed harshly "what ofcourse not, I'm not a monster. We only just met." Lucifer clears his throat and regains his poster. "I meant that you come live with me and study and stuff in my palace," he told you. "It should un pure you, make you 'dirty'." He told you "well anyways you want to make this deal or not?" He asked, putting his hand out. You clasped your hand with his.

"Deal"

Yeah I'm done ik Lucifer literally basically f*cked Lilith when they met but uh I ain't going that route so here

Taglist: @fatherlesschild2 @whitewingsh @iheartpieck @i-yuki

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-L.B Creations

[sydsaint]

Please I love this secret softie so much 😩

Summary: Adam pairs the reader off with Max to get rid of him for the night. The reader finds it to be a nuisance at first. But she quickly learns that there is more to Max than what everyone sees on tv.

It's a typical Wednesday night for the AEW roster. Dynamite is about halfway through its broadcast and the team of MJF and Adam Cole have just picked up another win in the blind tag team elim tournament. 

"Great work out there, Adam, good buddy." Max playfully hits Adam on the back of the shoulder with a hearty chuckle. 

"Yeah, thanks." Adam nods stiffly, still not used to Max being this friendly. 

The pair are returning to the locker rooms when Adam spots Roderick coming down the hall, and you're with him. He grits his teeth at the thought of dealing with another bout of Roderick and Max drama. 

"Hey, Adam, buddy. Isn't that Roderick down the hall?" Max speaks up after a moment. "Woah! And who's the hottie that's with him?" He adds when he spots you next to Roderick. 

"That's my sister," Adam replies dryly. "Y/N." 

Max's eyes widen in surprise as you grow closer with Roderick in tow. The two of you are casually catching up since you haven't seen Roderick in a while. "Your sister?" Max repeats Adam. "I didn't know you had a sister." 

"Well, I do." Adam nods. "Y/N, Roddy! What are you two doing here?" He asks when you finally get to his side. 

"I'm here catching up with Roddy." You shrug. "And Roddy's just here to film some stuff for next week's show." You add. "Who's your buddy?" 

Adam glances at Max who is essentially staring a hole into your head before he turns back to you and Roddy, a plan now implanted in his head. "This is Max, my tag partner for the tournament." He explains. "Hey, can I talk to you for a second, Y/N?" He asks you. 

"Sure." You shrug and step away from Roderick and Max with Adam. "What do you want?" You ask your brother plainly. "And don't act like you don't want something, Adam. I can tell by the look on your face that you do." 

"Guilty," Adam admits. "Listen can you do me a favor and please hang out with Max for the rest of the night?" He asks you. 

Your jaw twitches in response to Adam's request. "Really?" You narrow your eyes at him. "Why me?" 

"He thinks you're hot," Adam explains. "Please, Y/N? He's driving me insane." He pleads with you. 

"So you want to drop him on me so he can bother me instead?" You reply. 

"It's just for tonight, I promise." Adam doesn't let up. "Come on! Just take him out for drinks and make him buy." He suggests. 

You close your eyes and let out a small sigh. "Fine." You grit your teeth. "But you owe me, Adam!" You poke his chest. 

"I know." Adam nods. "Thank you." 

"Yeah yeah." You sigh again. "Hey, Max!" You turn and walk back over to Max and Roderick. "We're all planning on heading out for drinks tonight, but I'm leaving right now. You want to come with me?" You ask him. 

"Really?" Max replies. "Adam, you didn't mention that we were gonna get drinks after the show." He turns to Adam. 

Adam shrugs and quickly makes up a lie to cover his ass. "Uh, yeah." He nods. "I was going to tell you when we got back to the locker room." 

"Oh." Max nods. "Yeah, sure. I'm always doing for a little pre-gaming before the real fun begins. I'll see you in a bit then, buddy." He grins at Adam. 

"Right." Adam flashes you a pleading look. 

You get the hint and begrudgingly tap Max on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get out of here. Adam, We'll see you in a bit. Say hey to Britt for me." You dismiss yourself and Max. 

The journey from the arena out to one of the bars nearby is mostly silent. It isn't until you and Max are settled at the end of the bar does he really speaks up. 

"Get whatever you want. The first round is on me." Max offers with a smile. 

"Thanks." You match his smile and order a drink from the bartender. 

You and Max both get your drinks and fall into a casual conversation. "So, Adam didn't tell me that he had a sister," Max explains. "What do you do for a living? You in the business like Adam?" He asks you. 

"I wrestle for ROH." You nod and take a sip from your drink. "Have been for about 10 years now." You add. 

"Really?" Max replies with intrigue. "You must wrestle under a different name?" 

You take another sip from your drink and scan the bar. As you look around a reasonably attractive guy catches your eye for a second. You smile at him before you turn back to Max. "Yeah, I didn't want to deal with the drama and piggyback of using the Cole name when Adam was already getting so popular." 

"Right. You wanted to make your own name." Max nods. 

"Exactly." You are a bit surprised by Max's understanding of your situation. "Anywho, what about you? How is tagging with Adam going? Weren't you two at one another's throats a few months ago?" You ask him. 

Max nods and brings his drink to his lips. "Yeah, I guess we did kind of hate each other for a while there." He chuckles. "But I don't know. Adam kind of seems like he's willing to let the past be in the past you know? At least I hope he does. I've been having fun these past few weeks with him. He's a good friend." 

"None of your other friends are jealous of Adam getting all your attention?" You joke with a small laugh. 

"No, not really," Max replies quietly and you notice him fidgeting with his glass. "Truth be told, I don't really have many friends." He chuckles to himself. "Everyone is just kind of gone now. Not that I'm not the one that burned all those bridges." He explains. 

Your eyes widen a little bit at Max's surprising heartfelt confession. "Oh." You reply quietly and finish off your drink. "Yeah, I kind of know what you mean." You let out a small sigh. "Sure, when you've been in the business long enough, you're bound to burn some bridges and make some enemies. But I'd like to think that I've burned just a few more than I should have." 

"You too huh?" Max matches your self-deprecating laugh. 

You and Max talk a little bit more about work and your habit of making enemies out of friends. And soon enough, you start to feel bad that you assumed that Friedman was a bad guy. 

"Hey, can I tell you something, Max?" You ask after you've got a few drinks in you. 

"Sure." Max nods. "What's up." 

You play with your empty glass for a moment and try to get over your embarrassment. "Adam kind of asked me to take you out for drinks so he could get away for the night." You explain sheepishly. "He's not coming." 

"...Oh," Max replies quietly and your heart breaks. 

"I'm so sorry." You shake your head. "I've heard so many stories about how much of an egotistical dickhead you are. And I just assumed that all the stories were true. But we've been sitting here for like 3 hours now. And you're not! You really seem like a great guy! And I'm the one that's a total bitch here." 

You finish your confession and study Max's face while you wait for a response. And you fully expect Max to either chew you out or simply just get up and ditch you right then and there. But he doesn't. Instead, you watch him compose himself and beckon the bartender over for another drink. 

"It's alright." Max turns to you while the bartender is getting you and Max both another drink. "Trust me, I know how unbearable I can get at times." He chuckles. "Adam probably just wanted some time alone with Britt. I get it. And I get you thinking that way about me. Everyone believes it. Trust me." He adds. 

"Do you want me to go?" You move to get out of your chair and leave. 

Max shakes his head and hands you a fresh drink. "You can if you want." He assures you. "But I'd like to keep this night going if you do too. Personally, I think that it's time that both of us stop burning those bridges when things get tough." 

"Yeah? Me too. Thanks, Max." You nod and sit back down in your seat. 

[nottakingresponsibility]

Welcome to the horrors, time to turn right.

"Hello there, I'll be posting out of my own free will, do whatever, don't expect me to be nice to you."

Ooc stuff!

Mod is 18! Also, I go by several pronouns but I prefer he/him the most so this works out! Don't expect Jimbob over here to be entirely nice to you, that's just how he is! Most of the time things I say will be in character, unless directly stated otherwise. #jimmysrunningagain Is the ooc tag. I'll probably only follow other rp blogs! Saw other people doing this and got inspired to do it, so here I am. Frankly, I don't know how Tumblr works I just thought this would be fun, so forgive me if I do something horribly wrong. You can ask whatever for the most part, attack him with jimcurl if you want, whatever though that's the only ship I actually tolerate with Jimmy in it. Ocs, other Mouthwashing characters, just anons in general are allowed! Have fun be free on the flower fields. I don't have much of a DNI other than just don't be an outright creep, okay? Thanks. (I know Jimmy is a bad person, I just enjoy him for his writing, I do not support him.) My asks will be tagged with #responsibilityhateshim cause I think that's really amusing, #responsibilityistolerable is for anons or accounts I see reoccurring, normally signed off with an emoji or something :] Don't be afraid of me be afraid of Jimmy or something. I'm shy too I'm like a bug they're more scared of you than you are of them. Jimcurl content will be tagged with #jimbobsresponsibility (he would be possessive i know it, changed the tag because it was annoying me it didn't go with the responsibility theme) I'll come up with more along the way when things come up. It has come to my attention I probably need an actual roleplay tag, uh. Keep the responsibility theme going with #responsiplay or something, yeah that works, also from here on out probably gonna tag specific mouthwashing characters roleplays with '#responsible[character name]' but I'm too lazy to go back and do that, also for a basic 'jimmy just Speaks pelt him with rocks' tag uh. #responsibilitytalks. okay, probably need one for actual somewhat lore related things important to his character atp. uh. #responsiblelore Jimmy has died: 8 times

[thesapphicdiaries]

an unhealthy obsession ;; ellie w. x abby a. x reader ;; pt. 1

and i'll get done for somethin' stupid like disturbance of the peace. | (ghostface au)

NOTES: this is entirely self indulgent tbh ,,, but fuck it !! we ball. future chapters will b linked here <3 reblg if u want to be tagged idk that's it. modern au btw. ellie might be a little ooc? for the sake of the au

TRIGGERS: murder but it happens offscreen + blackmail under the threat of violence n manipulation. there's also smoking wed

You'd be the first to admit your interests tended to ebb on morbid.

Maybe, you muse, it had to do with the source of your upbringing: Jackson. It was a stereotypical small town, where, cliché as it was, everybody knew everybody. The town's history was clean as a goddamn whistle. While places like Seattle— Abby's hometown— were a hotspot for crime due to the sheer amount of people making it slightly harder to get caught unless you were a goddamn idiot, with the close proximity of everyone within Jackson from Dina to Tommy Miller, any crime you could commit would be shut down by the local police force in a month at most.

At least— that was what you thought.

So, you indulged your macabre curiosity elsewhere: you binge watched slashers despite your parents' vehement protests and you researched the violent happenings that often took place outside your sheltered hometown. Hell, you'd even indulged in one of those stupid fucking murder mystery games with some of the allowance you'd managed to spare that wasn't spent on various branded paraphernalia... and the other kind, but nobody needed to know that.

You weren't exactly surprised at how others seemed to be creeped out by you: Friday the 13th wasn't exactly a commonplace interest. Even so, you'd managed to make a few close friends whom you considered enough to get you by.

You jolt as your locker slams shut beside your head, and Abby's cackling is all too familiar.

"Fuckin' dick," you groan, feigning your exasperation— you'd finished putting your stuff away, anyway. "What happened to 'hello'? 'How was your day, Y/N?'"

"Your day's always the same," Abby provides helpfully, and you roll your eyes. "You wake up, come to school, indulge the same 3 people—" Her, Ellie, and Dina— "in the same rotation of conversations until they leave, go home, get violently high, watch whatever weird slasher your fancying that night, and then go to bed."

You blink owlishly. "Got my schedule memorized down pat there, Abs. You been stalking me?" You smirk, playfully, but your brow arches when she falls suspiciously silent. "Uh... alright."

"Anyway, you're having a change of plans," Abby finally says, and your eyes widen as you pipe up to speak. "You'll still get violently high and watch a slasher, don't worry. You'll just be gracing me and Ellie with your company while you do." She finishes, and you fall silent.

'Alright," you mutter. "Do I get to pick the slasher, or are you gonna pick some cornball shit like Chopping Mall?" You huff. Abby begins to answer, but your phone suddenly chimes with a notification from your news app.

Local man found dead from apparent stabbing.

Your mouth falls open slightly as Abby reads the headline over your shoulder. You fail to notice her nervous expression.

"Huh," you mutter, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "Something interesting finally happened in this town. Neat."

-

The choice in film, much to your chagrin, was Chopping Mall. Fortunately, you were too far gone to care.

Your head lolled of the side of the bed, your back strewn across Ellie's legs as you barely manage to register the words spewing from her mouth as you take another hit from the blunt she'd rolled.

"I just don't get how you like these," she complains. "I mean, it's the same damn formula every time. Does it not get boring?"

"That's the pointtttt," you groan. "The more formulaic they are, the better. Sure, some newer takes can be good: but sticking to the classics is a good play. Better safe than sorry." You wave off her concerns.

"Well, look at this little flim critic," Ellie teases as she stares at Abby, who's staring blankly at the ceiling. You'd never fail to find her lower tolerance hilarious.

"I mean," you and Ellie wait patiently through Abby's long pause. "They're right. Formulaic can be good. Patterns are more predictable— easier to keep up." She says, and you notice her and Ellie share a look.

"But they can also suck," she hisses. "Because if you're predictable, it makes it easier to connect. Like, in these movies how they're always killing off dumb, blonde bimbos— you can tell they're all copying eachother." She complains. You squint at the both of them, but don't comment on the subject.

"There's no right answer," you shrug. "I just find the middle ground. Sure, it's predictable, and boring. But it's also the safe call to make. People criticize these movies, but they make fuckin' millions. The original ones get better reviews, but they end up falling flat in the box office."

You don't realize Ellie and Abby's argument isn't referring to movies in the slightest.

"You sound way too fuckin' smart for the both of us," Ellie says, and you snort.

"It's because I am," your eyes flash toward Ellie's clock. "Shit. I gotta go. Parents will kill me if I'm not home soon." You shoot upward, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You cannot come home looking high out of your fucking mind. "See you guys later."

You watch as the two of them give you a halfhearted wave, and once you shut the bedroom door, you chalk up the strange shuffling to... something you don't want to know, honestly.

You don't realize it's much worse than you thought.

-

You surmise the punishment for being late is slightly lesser than the punishment for coming home inebriated, so you take the risk to sober up in a nearby alley between a convenience store and a small restaurant.

The alley is lit up by string lights and decorated with a few benches— perfectly habitable, and it's not what scares you— what does set you on edge is the unchecked darkness of the forest beyond the alley.

You elect to ignore the unease in your stomach, instead taking a hearty swig of the water you'd bought from the convenience store before coming outside. The tension in your shoulders almost releases, then—

You hear a scream.

A bloodcurdling scream.

Every nerve in your body tells you to run the opposite direction of the plea for help, every goddamn slasher you've watched over the years telling you playing the hero always gets you killed, but it's not heroics that lead you toward the source of the noise.

It's that same morbid curiosity that gets you watching slashers in the first place.

The noises grow louder as you draw nearer, and your eyes widen as you stifle a gasp when you see the bloodied body of Nora lying at the feet of two masked killers. You sigh in relief when you realize the treeline obscures you from view, but the noise comes out far too loud.

It hits you just how fucked you are.

You've made a few essential mistakes in the laws of survival so far, but you're not stupid enough not to run: you make a mad dash, but in a sick (and ironic) twist of fate, you trip over your abandoned water bottle and wince as the solid trunk of a tree collides against with your head with a loud thunk.

Through the blurry haze that is your vision, you see the two killers standing right in front of you. You prepare for the worst, when—

"Y/N?"

Oh, shit.

"El?" You hear the panicked rambling of another woman. "Abs? What the FUCK!?"

You almost kick out when Abby covers your mouth with a gloved hand, but know better than to get violent with the woman twice your size with a fucking hunting knife to boot.

"Ellie, El, this is bad." Abby's voice is shaking. "What the Hell do we do, man?"

The forest falls painfully silent.

"Well," Ellie finally begins. "The best course of action? Kill the witness." You whimper, and mentally hit yourself for showing any vulnerability. "But," she continues. "On the other hand, I kind of like this one."

You will Abby to take her hand off your mouth with a pleading look.

"So," you hiss. "What's your plan, here? I don't have all night. Either get this over with and slit my throat or hurry the fuck up."

Ellie grins. "I've always liked that you were a little feisty, Y/N."

"I said," you grit your teeth. "Hurry up."

"Here's the deal, darling," Ellie tilts your chin up with the hilt of the knife. You look away. "You help us out. And we don't kill you." She wrenches your head forward, just enough to look her in the eyes. "You say no, or you rat us out," she mutters, lowly. "And we slit your throat. Deal?"

It hits you there's not a lot of options on the table. You glance over at Abby, clearly the more emotionally charged of the two, and wonder if you can bargain with her. But, you decide, she's probably just as crazy as Ellie or too scared to say no if her going along with this in the first place was any indication.

And, a darker part of you whispers, you wonder how it must feel, if they're willing to do such heinous things.

Finally, you assent with a shaky nod.

"Alright," you wrench your gaze away again.

"I'll help you."

WC: 1.5K

[ccstiles]

(moonrise au: whether things got spicy or not is up to you)

Seth wakes the morning after his first transformation. It takes a moment for him to register the fact he’s lying on his side and isn’t still chained up. There’s a quilt cover draped over him, mildly musty from sitting in Doll’s closet for who knows how long.

The events of the previous night come back. It’s kinda foggy, seeing as he wasn’t really all there, but he remembers some stuff. Like how Doll laid down a futon and a couple sleeping bags for him to sleep on so he wouldn’t wake up on the cold hard floor.

He sits up and realizes his clothes are torn up. Shit. Probably should have thought about that. Dammit, he really liked this jacket. At least his dog tags only came undone and didn’t completely break.

Seth looks to his left. Right, Doll insisted on staying down there with him. Good thing for that day bed. Looks like they’re out like a light. He can’t necessarily blame them, they were up for hours. They’re just lucky the shop was closed that day.

Omg, more sillies!

When Seth first woke up, he didn't know where he was for a moment. All of last night was a blur as his brain was still catching up to him. Looking down, he sees that underneath the old quilt that was covering him, his clothes were torn to shreds.

'oh great' he thought to himself, assessing the state of his clothes, and cringing as he realized the state his jacket was in. 'dammit, this was my favorite jacket'

When he tried to get up, though, his arm bumped into something solid. Turning to see what was laying next to him, he froze.

Peacefully sleeping right next to him, was Doll. And right as he realized that, was when the memories of the previous night came flooding in.

His face burst into color before he hid it behind his hands. He couldn't believe what had happened! He had been trying his hardest to stay away from them so that way he didn't accidentally hurt them, but it seems like luck wasn't on his side.

"stupid mutt" he sighed into his hands, cursing the werewolf that he could hear laughing at him in his head. He wanted to kill that stupid thing. Sadly though, he wouldn't get the chance.

Doll started to stir right next to him, yawning as they sat up. Looking up at Seth, they smiled.

"good morning! How did you sleep?" Doll smiled at him as they stretched out their arms.

Seth couldn't understand how they could act so normal after all... That! It was surprising to him that they weren't teasing him or asking any questions.

Before he could say anything, Doll had stood up from where they had been sleeping, turning to face Seth and noting the state of his clothes.

"I'll go grab you something to wear and then start on breakfast, ok?" Doll smiled at him before turning to leave the basement, leaving a very confused Seth behind.

"what just... Happened??" Seth asked out loud, before getting a not so unexpected answer.

"that, boy, is what happens when you actually let people in" Seth grumbled as his werewolf answered him.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Seth wished that werewolves were more like in the movies, so that he didn't have to deal with a super old, super annoying werewolf that always made comments to him.

"whatever. You know I did a big favor for you" the werewolf mused, "if I didn't, you would have never told them how you felt"

"yeah, I know," Seth sighed as he started to take off his jacket and peel the remnants of his shirt off of him, "and I wanted it to stay that way."

"you know, we aren't as dangerous as you think. And they're not as fragile as you think either" his werewolf continued to reason with him.

"you don't know that," Seth snapped, "I don't trust you. Sure, you were nice to them last night, but don't think I fully believe you."

"Seth?" A voice came from the stairs. Looking up, he could see Doll had returned with a change of clothes.

"I tried my best, but they might be a bit tight on you" Doll said as they handed the clothes off to Seth.

"oh uh, thanks sugar" Seth thanked them as he began to put the shirt and sweatpants on.

"I'll start on breakfast now, how do you like your eggs?" Doll smiled at him as he finished getting dressed.

"oh, you don't have to do that-" Seth tried to stop them, but his stomach interrupted him with a loud growl. "... scrambled is fine."

Doll only giggled as they led him back up into their house and sat him down at the kitchen counter while they started on breakfast.

"see? They're perfectly fine, there's nothing to worry about" never the type to let go, Seth's werewolf continued to pester him.

"will you shut up?" Seth whispered, trying to keep Doll from hearing, but they heard it anyways.

"is something wrong Seth?" Doll asked him as they started on the sausages.

"oh, nothin. Just that stupid flea bag" he huffed.

"oh is the werewolf being mean?" Doll giggled, "tell him I said to stop it, maybe that'll help"

"thanks sugar, but nothing shuts it up" Seth sighed, putting his head in his palm, "trust me, I've tried"

"well," Doll said as they placed the plate in front of Seth, "have you tried working with your werewolf instead of against it?"

"huh?" Seth asked, "why would that make any difference?"

"Because, from my understanding, the werewolf is supposed to be a part of you," Doll spoke as they ate their breakfast, "if you fight against it, you're only fighting against yourself. So it's only going to be a losing battle"

Seth thought about what they were saying before they went on again.

"if you accept the werewolf, and let it in, you won't have as many problems with it," Doll smiled, "or at least, that's my theory"

"hmmm," Seth hummed as he finished his food, "I guess I never thought of it that way."

Now that he was actually thinking about it, Doll was right. Even though it felt like they were two different beings sharing a body, it was really only Seth, just two versions of him. The more he fought against it, against himself, the harder it was to control.

"thank you sugar, you might actually have a point" Seth looked at them and smiled.

"thanks! I don't get paid to just sit at the desk and look pretty, I do have some smarts" Doll giggled as they too finished their food.

Seth just smiled at them as they took both of the plates to the sink to wash them. As he watched them, though, something else started to bug him.

"hey, uh, sugar?" Doll looked up at him as he started to talk. "About last night. I... Uh"

"we don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to" Doll gave him a soft smile as they spoke, "I can tell it's hard for you, so we can wait till you're ready to talk about it."

Seth didn't know what to say before he just smiled at them. "Thanks sugar. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Doll just smiled back before they both went back to sitting in a comfortable silence, basking in each other's presence.

(dang that was way longer than I thought it would be-)

[ladyloveandjustice]

i really wish people on that "does it like women" blog would only vote on polls for media they're actually familiar with instead of just basing their opinions on what others are saying in the notes... like if you haven't watched/played/read something isn't that what the see results button is for? personally i only ever vote on a poll i know nothing about if it's like "who's the best video cat: fluffy from jrpg #1 vs skrunkly from jrpg #2" and my mutual is strongly campaigning for skrunkly on my dash, because i figure that's just a silly fun thing. and even some of the does it like women polls for media i am familiar with i end up not voting in because i feel too conflicted about it. the soul eater poll is a good example actually, i want to say yes because imo maka is an awesome protagonist who's pretty unique for the genre she's in but like you said in your tags, there are also a lot of reasons to vote no! and this is coming from someone who loves soul eater and has both watched the anime and read the manga!

Yeah...it's weird to me. I don't see why that gives anyone more of a high to click yes or no rather than the see results button, like yeah it feels good to vote on this type of thing, but only when I have an informed opinion that comes from my own heart. And if you really want to vote, that seems like a good opportunity to uh, just check out whatever the media is. Even watching or reading for fifteen minutes will give some kind of impression that's better than just vibes or someone else saying something. It'll still probably be inaccurate in a lot of cases, but at least it'll be based off something.

I am fortunate in that I've watched and read a lot of stuff though, and I did instinctively click yes on like, Billy and Mandy based soley off the vague childhood memory that Mandy was straight up evil and I support women's wrongs, but there was actually probably a bunch of shit in that show I don't remember, so it's not like i can say I'm ALWAYS fully informed. And sometimes I use tags to refresh my memory. "I can't remember what this did bad...okay from the tags I now remember" I am by no means a purist, I just think the point of the poll is opinions from people who actually interacted with the media or at the very least know so much about it against your will through internet osmosis that you might as well have watched ten episodes (me and Supernatural) (I have seen plenty of clips along with fastidious episode summaries and story breakdowns and so many goddamn tumblr posts so that counts for me. I'll be damned if I don't have a right to an opinion after living through the indundation of 2013 tumblr. I didn't vote on Doctor Who though despite basically the same, that seemed like more of a tossup for whatever generation it was and I didn't feel even the massive amount of knowledge i've somehow accrued was enough to make a blanket assessment).

Anyway, even if it's not that serious, it's an earnest question that you're supposed to put actual thought into, and that's why I enjoy it so much.

I don't want to get too annoyed with it, just like I try not to with the results. At the end of the day it's the internet and just a difference in approach that I won't ever understand.

I like Soul Eater too, don't get me wrong! I have fond memories. The manga definitely fell off for me at the end (and I skipped over a lot of the early chapters because I'd seen the anime, knew it had cut out quite a few pantyshots, and I wasn't dealing with those), I actually prefer the anime original ending, despite how basic it was (especially in Crona's case god why did the manga never give them a break). Just nice to see my girl win the day by punching someone really hard.

But I enjoyed it and I still adore Maka. There's still no enough action shonen out there that have a female main character for it not to be kinda special. But god. imagine a world where it cared about its female supporting cast's development more than boobs. or storytelling more than boobs, in a lot of cases.

[ask-fineline-official]

masterpost (read under the yap too)

its like 2 am in my au right now so uh sleep isn't happening tonight. and im bored so we're giving up and starting a tumblr blog. ask me whatever ya want, im an open book. maybe in the morning ill drag the others into this, could be fun.

asks: open. come entertain me lol

rules (masterpost has those right?) :

-do n o t be a youngin, if you found this blog ya already know how we are. if yer ~12 then just walk away

-dont be freaks. i promise i couldn't care less about whatever weird politics are happenin in your universe. none a that sex/race-ism, antiLGBT crap neither

-if ya insult horrors cooking in front a him i will not be held responsable for what happens to ya

-if ya do literally anything in front a killer i will not be held responsable. seriously. personal space.

-its my ass on the line here so don't break nothin

(ACTUAL MASTERPOST BELOW CUT THIS IS JUST DUST YAPPING SO THE ACTUAL IMPORTANT STUFF IS BELOW SO PLEASE READ UNDER CUT)

ASKS ARE VERY MUCH OPEN

I'll be using the color red or double parentheses (()) to indicate editors notes so keep that in mind throughout the blog

We are going tk be treating this blog as if it is actually dust blogging on tumblr so it's technically an rp ig

TAGS:

#this happened. - Funny doodles/memes that have definitely happened at some point and are canon

#shitposting shit - nonsense memes/doodles that are just for the silly

#gang answers - for when one of the boys speaks or answers an ask

#Finelineauau - the name of this au and in case we do variations (human, greek myth, etc) :>

#Yappityyapyap - random thoughts and ideas abt fineline (maybe dialog too)

#fineline art - just general actual good art about the au

#Bea here too but she ain't got tumblr - if irl friend (and cocreator >:D) Bea-- hi!-- wrote a post, this tag'll be there

DNI:

proshippers

Middleschoolers and under (pg 13 lots of swearing)

Racists, homohobes, transphones (we very gay here)

CHARACTERS AVALIBE FOR TALKIN RN: (more will be added as they are revealed)

Dust

Killer

Horror

[vidavalor]

I just happened upon your blog (right terminology?) and I’m learning a lot. One thing that startled me was your referring to Crowley and Aziraphale’s love (sex) life as a matter of course, something seemingly everyone but me knew about. I was blown away and really wanted it to be true. After all, they’ve had to do without so much—openness, safety, the expectation of future togetherness. It would too unfair if they had to do without physical consummation too. What’s the deal with this? How do we know it’s so? What’s the history? Please enlighten me. Have you written posts about this? I’d love to read them. Thanks

Hello! Thanks for the ask. Nice to meet you. I call it a blog because I'm old and don't know the cool terms but we can call it whatever lol. I have no idea re: how many people who view the show and are able to see that Crowley & Aziraphale are more than friends (because, believe it or not, that concept still shocks some lol) who think that they're already lovers. I do think I'm sort of in the minority, maybe, even if there are a bunch of people who think that they're already a thing. When scrolling through the Ineffable Husbands tag on here, I tend to see a lot more posts that suggest that they aren't lovers and that 2.06 was their first kiss. (Let's hope that it's not lol.)

I guess I would say that if you are thinking about whether or not they might be, consider that Good Omens shows you most of its story out of chronological order in order to give layered meaning to the stuff you've already seen so, just with that knowledge alone, it would be actually pretty surprising if 2.06 was the first time they'd kissed. In S2 itself, earlier on, there's some heavy suggestion that it's not. If you want to read about when I think that happened, go here and I'll link you one more post at the bottom of this response here:

While I like to read all points of view-- I read a lot of aro ace GO stuff as well, even if I don't necessarily see that in my own interpretations of things-- I have thought they were sleeping together since the first time I watched S1 a few years back and S2 just kinda reinforced that for me. I think that, technically-speaking, there's a path to either they still haven't gotten together or that they're long-time lovers. I say that but honestly... it's more like if they somehow do something that suggests that they're only getting together during/after S3, I think it could kinda work but I honestly don't actually think that's the story they're writing. I'm pretty firmly set on the idea that they've been sleeping together for, uh, a very long time at this point. Someone told me the other day via messages that they would burn my house down if I did not finish a sex meta that I promised people so I best maybe get on that and also potentially call the police lol. (I am both flattered and scared?). So, uh, I'll get that up soon... I wrote a couple of longer metas lately about different eras of their relationship that are replies to recent asks on my blog-- I'd probably recommend the one about what they call each other and coded love confessions in 1941, if you're looking to read about them as a couple that's already a couple (even if they would have an anxiety attack at the word 'couple', as Crowley does in 2.06 lol). Will link it below. I'm very flattered that you and others have asked to read more of what I think and I have gotten asked a lot for more sex-related content so, uh, watch this space, I guess? :)

Make yourself a tea first or plan to come back to it as I'm wordy lol:

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Fu the Family Friend

A/N: happy new year everyone! I started this september/october (i forgor) and found the motivation to finish it up. my lord i cant wait for the archivist model to drop.....

I want to preface this by saying I'm writing this fictional piece of work based off of a fictional character/liver. This does not reflect any sort of reality, nor does this reflect what Fulgur is like irl, etc. etc.

(I'm writing Fuu-chan as Archivist and not Legatus purely for How I Imagine Him purposes. And yes i know this outfit is legatus but just imagine archivist being his large sexy self in a pink shirt and leather pants with his hair pulled back mmk.)

CW: beeg tall man, nerdy talk, oral sex (fem! receiving)

Tag List: @super-unpredictable98, @jozstankovich, @rubberbutt69

Ding Dong

"Welcome Mr. Ovid! It's so good to see you!" you heard from the couch, turning your attention to the front door. Your parents had informed you that there would be a guest coming in to stay in the Air BNB they own for a few weeks, but you had limited reaction to it. The most they'll be is a mild inconvenience for when I need a place to decompress.

"It's good to have a change of scenery. And plus, the more I can learn about different cities, the better I'll be at my job." he spoke smoothly, with a little chuckle at the end of his sentence.

My lord, what a voice he has. You whisper to yourself, standing up to get a closer look.

Peeking from behind the wall, you observe the new person. He's.....oh no he's handsome. He has a tall build, with a dangerously soft looking tummy and long silver hair that's pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. He has a kind looking face, with stubble matching his hair color. There seems to be a red and black collar around his neck (Oh yeah, they did mention he's a cyborg.) and hands to match.

"Oh, hey there. Didn't notice you at first." he looked up at you (holy fuck, he has pretty eyes too), and went to shake your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ovid." you stuttered, his hand warmer than you thought it would be.

"Oh, please call me Fulgur, Mr. Ovid makes me feel old." one of his hands went behind his head to awkwardly scratch his neck, and he looks away.

You nod in agreement and stand to the side as he continues talking to your parents. The way he spoke about his job ("It helps me stay in touch with what I lost, y'know. That way I can look back at everything in the future and not feel this pit of guilt from not knowing or remembering."), how he talked about his dog back home ("Oh, he's a very big boy. But very gentle. Trained and everything." as he shows them pictures of a very large, and very happy looking Caucasian shepherd.), honestly just listening to him talk was enough for you.

"Oh honey, would you show Mr. Ovid his room, we've gotta go handle dinner." your parents shout from the front door, closing it right as you respond.

"Uhh, you can follow me. Your room isn't up 10 flights of stairs or across an ominous bog. It's right to the left." you instruct, pointing in the general upstairs direction.

"So....the right or the left."

"Right to the......okay gotcha. It's to the left." you mutter before mentally facepalming as he walks into the room and sets his bags down. Now that's certainly a way to make a fuckin' impression. Being horrifically unclear. "I'll leave you to get settled, just let me know if you need anything."

You walk back to the couch, sitting in front of the television. Whatever was playing took your focus for all of half a second before drifting to....him. It's been a hot minute since someone actually caught your attention. Even if he is a little...older. It's just by a few years. And for all you know, he could be happily married....or not even-

CRASH

"Uh, you good in there?' you ask, standing in the doorframe to his room.

"Yeah, I was just trying to get the window open and some stuff fell." he chuckled awkwardly and backed away from the wall. Surrounding him were a few books from the shelf above the windowsill, and the window sat half open. Easy fix, you say to yourself before walking over and taking a firm hold on the handle for the latch.

"It's ok. I've accidentally been a little too rough with it before, you just gotta lift it up and pull at the same time. It's all about being gentle." the window slots into place and locks.

Fulgur giggles from behind you, shoulders lightly shaking at the accidental innuendo. Ah, so that's his sense of humor. "I'll have you know that joke was purely incidental. It just slips out sometimes."

"Oh does it?" he replies, breaking out into fuller laughter, wheezing in a kettle like fashion. That deeply entertains you, as how could a man built like that let out such a charming noise as a laugh.

"You like how I laugh?" he stutters out, finally catching his breath. Shit, I said that out loud.

"It's cute. Almost the opposite of what I expected from someone so built." you say, bulking your shoulders up to imitate his form.

"How am I built?" an unreadable glint shines in his eye.

"Like a beefcake. A big British beefcake."

He hums and gets the residual laughs out before putting the books back on the shelf. You sit on the ottoman in the corner of the room and listen to him talk while he gets his travel bags unpacked. He really is an interesting person. From his friends back home (apparently demons, dragons, and aliens do actually exist) to how he talks about his job. Apparently keeping the world's history and books preserved is a much more hard job than you imagined.

"It's difficult, but a very rewarding job. Makes me feel like I'm doing good to help things exist for longer. Let everyone after me observe things just as they were." a small smile appears on his face and you feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. Hmm...he's nice.

"We're back! And brought pizza!" your parents yell from the front door.

Both of your stomachs rumble at the sound of that, and you both head downstairs. The setup is simple. Three pizzas, cheese, pepperoni, and-

"Oh, Hawaiian! I actually enjoy pineapple on pizza." he mutters, gleefully getting a paper plate and starting on his meal.

Dinner flows smoothly up to a point, up until Fulgur takes his jacket off. He revealed his arms, and he put a fist on his chin, listening to your parents talk about their upcoming trip out of town. All you could focus on was his stubble. The line of his neck and his hands... You start wondering what they'd feel like. Holding them in your own. Wrapped around your waist. Maybe even groping you from behind. Lost in your own thoughts, you find that he's been looking at you.

Ah shit. You cough and shake your head of the images of him over you, standing up.

"Let me get your trash." you offer, looking down instead of at him. If you had, you would've noticed a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, going to his neck and ears when you bend over to get another trash bag. After washing your hands and sitting back down, you two sit in silence for a few more moments, and he almost says something, but is cut off by your parents announcing their departure.

"See you later. You sure you're not coming with us back to the house? Your room and bed are there, y'know?" they humor you, waiting for you at the door.

"I'm good. Just gonna make sure our guest is totally settled in." you reply nonchalantly, almost surprising yourself. Fu-chan turns towards you, a confused look on his face, but you don't notice...again.

You finally settle in front of the TV, Fu-chan joining you on the couch. Silence surrounds the two of you, and a good chunk of time passes before it cuts to a commercial. You stretch from your spot, neglecting your nightly "turn on the porch light" duties, as your parents handled that when they left. Your mind drifts to Fu-chan again. And everything you'd want this archivist to do to you. Your thighs cross and you zone out, shaking your leg. You only come to when Fulgur taps your shoulder, asking you a question.

"You good there? You look like you're distracted. And your leg's shaking...and they're crossed. And you've got your hand between your thighs," he crosses his arms, a smirk settling on his face. He sighs before continuing. "are you thinkin' of me? Because between how you look now and the stretching and you wanting to stay with me to "make sure I get settled in". I can't help but let my mind wander to what you want to get up to."

"And what if I am? Am I not allowed to think about your hands? Or what you look like tied up? How your stubble feels on my neck?" you look directly in his eyes and something in them flickers.

"Oh? So you have been thinking about me." he moves to get on top of you, slotting a leg between your thighs. You shiver at the contact.

"Just kiss me." you internally cheer and scream that it actually worked, and that you're about to have a lot of explaining to do as to why you stayed for the night, as well as the morning at the guest house.

With that, he surges forward and catches your lips with his own. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and you melt into the contact. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, letting you onto his lap. The hand that isn't on your neck is holding you still, fingers spread across your ribs. You break away from him and bite the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Fu-chan groans at that and does the same with your neck, hair tickling your skin. You grind against his thigh, the sensation of his cynets pressing against you seep into your brain. He sucks a bruise onto your neck and rubs his thumb over it, putting pressure on the spot. You suck in a breath of air, pushing him off you.

"Let's take this upstairs. I don't want my parents complaining about stains on the couch." and with that, you both get up, stumbling a little. The two of you practically run to his room, shedding clothes as soon as he closes the door.

You push him onto the bed and straddle him, dragging your hands along his toned chest and abs. God, his tits. You grope them, gasping at how soft they actually are, despite their appearance. You also pinch one of his nipples, delighting in the way he gasps at the feeling. You continue until he's red in the face, almost embarrassed at how close he was just from one half of his (enormous) chest being fondled.

"Mmm. Let me touch you. Don't wanna finish like this." he whines, gently flipping the two of you.

He takes a wide berth at your body from his position, hands squeezing and caressing along the way. What his fingers skip, his lips follow with kisses, trailing from between your breasts to right where you've been wanting him since he moaned over that damn pineapple pizza. With each descending kiss, your breath quickened, almost to a gasp. It didn't help that he was keeping direct eye contact with you, staring half lidded and full of lust. He gently flips the two of you,

He lightly nips at your thighs, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against the sensitive skin. His arms make their way around your thighs, fingers gently digging into the plush flesh.

"You're so beautiful like this. Gasping. Waiting for me to touch you. Makes me want to take my time just to see you fully come apart." he hums at the end, and settles in between your thighs. He takes a deep breath and groans afterwards, hips canting into the sheets.

Fulgur places a wet, open mouthed kiss to your clothed mound, followed by a much more pointed one, dead on your clit. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, and his face remained in the same spot, letting you grind against him. He untangled his right arm from your thigh, and began making an outline of your lips with his fingers, teasing around where you wanted them. He gently pushed a knuckle in through your panties and you groaned, desperate for him to take them off. He continued for a few more moments before acquiescing, taking tender care not to yank them off your feet.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" he whispers, breath tickling your mound. Fulgur gently spread you open with his fingers, smiling in an almost pervish manner when you clenched at nothing. He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a wide lick, ending at your clit. He repeated the action before sucking on it, tongue caressing the underside. Your head flops to the side, overcome with the feeling of finally, finally, someone getting it right.

Fulgur seemed to get more enthusiastic about your pleasure, his hips and damn that ass thrusting against the sheets. He was drunk off the feeling of you surrounding him. His eyes were closed and his glasses were foggy and askew. He moaned into you when you thrusted upwards, and when his mouth wasn't busy pleasuring you, it was spitting out praises that left you speechless. "You taste so fucking good." " I bet it feels good, huh." "Let me know how I'm making you feel." "I can't wait til I'm buried in you." Each one more encouraging than the last.

You were almost delirious by the time you noticed he added a second finger, tongue paying special attention to your clit. His fingers were slow at first, scissoring you open, but crooked and sped up to match your hips. You could barely think straight, barely registering the sounds coming from your own mouth. There was a moment where he hit a spot behind your pelvis, while simultaneously sucking on your clit and you yanked his hair, back arched.

"Right there, Fu-chan! Please!" you begged, eyes half open. He doubled down on his efforts, finding the right rhythm between your hips grinding against him and his fingers. You began letting out tiny "ah, ah, ah" noises, and you felt almost ill at the onset of this feeling.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just let go." he whispered, before closing his lips around your clit completely, his silver hair spread across your belly. Your body seizes up and you feel an overwhelming burst of pleasure curl in your stomach before it crests, leaving you limp. Fu-chan continues, albeit a bit slower, both his hands and his hips coming to a complete stop once you'd caught your breath.

"You alright there?" you ask, gently carding your fingers through his hair.

"Peachy." he says, moving his head so you can see his flushed face. His glasses remained off balance and his hair stuck to his forehead. The parts of his neck you can see are pink and dotted with the bite you gave him earlier.

After a few minutes of relaxing, he slowly gets up, legs shaky, and grabs the washcloth from the guest bathroom. He cleans your thighs, then your stomach, and you nod off for a moment when he walks back. You both get under the covers, the slight chill from the open window making goosebumps on your skin.

"One more question." he whispers, hands wrapped around your middle, thumb rubbing shapes into your skin.

"Yeah?"

"How do you like your eggs?"

Oh, he better stay here for the next 6 months.

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst, Unsafe For Work, TW // Suicidal Thoughts Mention

I think this is the only chapter with a sex scene I'll double check later. Also, Laney talks about his past suicidal thoughts.

Chapter Fifteen: First

A week and a half passed before Laney spoke to Jason, and when he did, he came up to Jason's door with pizza and pasta. Jason opened the door and asked him to come in. Laney set the food aside and opened his mouth to apologize before Jason's lips crashed against his. He accidentally knocked Laney into the kitchen counter, and Laney made a shrieking noise. "Oh, Jesus Christ! Sorry," Jason apologized, turning away for a moment to collect himself, and Laney let out a laugh.

"Hold on, I need to think... I should've called you, and you're not mad—." Jason kissed him gently. "Oh wow... Okay. Are you not mad at me?"

"Huh? No, I missed you, though," Jason whispered. "I also sort of had this dream—. Nevermind that... Why did you think I was mad at you?"

"Because I haven't called you in over ten days," Laney let out another breath of air before continuing to speak. "But if that's what I have to do to get that sort of greeting, hell—."

Jason looked at the food on the counter behind Laney. "I forgot we—. Lane, did you bring me a pizza to apologize?" Jason smiled as he kissed Laney on the cheek and opened the box to have a slice.

Laney moved aside and pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek. "Even if you're not mad, I'm still sorry for not calling you sooner," Laney whispered. Jason held his slice of pizza up to offer Laney a bite. Laney smiled and let Jason feed him. Laney pulled a chair near Jason, and he sat down.

"You okay?" Jason asked as he opened up the pasta and went to get a fork and another chair.

Laney watched as Jason took out a sparkling cider and poured two glasses. "Yeah, uh-huh... Has anyone ever told you how misleading your look is? You're all big and tough-looking, but you're so cute. You really are," Laney smiled. Jason covered his mouth as he smiled. "No, seriously. You're adorable. It's disgusting." Laney laughed, took his fork, and started digging into the pasta.

Jason finished his slice of pizza and took a sip of his cider. "How did things go with your Mom?" Jason asked. Laney shrugged.

"My mom and I had a serious talk about some stuff, but it was nice seeing her... I liked having her over," Laney answered. Jason nodded. "Can we talk about that dream you had?"

Jason covered his mouth. "You don't wanna hear about that. It's kind of embarrassing," Jason mumbled. Laney shook his head.

"No, come on. Just this once, I wanna hear you say something obscene," Laney smiled.

Jason whispered in Laney's ear, and Laney covered his mouth. "Was it that bad?" Jason asked. "Now I feel like an idiot for—."

"We can do that, no, that's good. Listen, we can do whatever you want to do. Whatever your mind can dream up, whatever makes you comfortable... That's really good, though," Laney answered softly, "Jason, do you want to spend the night at my apartment?"

"But we can't—."

"And that's okay, I just want to be near you... And Jason, I am so sorry. I don't care if you're mad or not. I just wanted you to know that I was wrong and that I can be better than that, and I will be," Laney interrupted. Jason finished up his second slice of pizza and nodded.

"Laney, you brought pizza. You were super sweet when I was a little rough with you at the counter, which I would like to apologize for again." "That was fun. I haven't had the best week, but that made me forget for a second," Laney replied.

"Wanna talk about it?" Jason asked. Laney picked over the pasta.

"It's kind of gross, so I think it can wait until after we have dinner," Laney replied.

"I've got a strong stomach," Jason reassured him.

"Okay," Laney shrugged, "My roommate was sick last week, so I spent a lot of time in her room to keep her company. She was fine the first day, just feverish...

"But, Sunday, I was sitting with her on her bed after we finished breakfast, and she threw up all over me. I screamed so loud my neighbors thought I was in danger," Laney explained. Jason chuckled.

"Were you and Sylvia friends before you were roommates?" Jason asked. "No, I met her the day she moved in, and she kind of grew on me. She's too sweet for people to not like her. I had to show her how to do a lot of stuff for herself, but she's like a kid sister to me now," Laney smiled. Jason smiled back. "How's your proofreading going?"

Jason blinked. "My what?" Jason asked.

"Your children's book. Have you read over it a few more times?" Laney asked. Jason nodded.

"Oh, yeah... I made some notes of things that I wanted to change, but I can't draw, so it's just a bunch of pages with blank squares," Jason confessed, "I mean, I could look for an illustrator online, but—."

"Bart can draw, and before you give me that look, he's living in his own little world, but he's kind of a genius," Laney interrupted. Jason nodded. They ate for a while longer before Laney wiped his hands and mouth and pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek.

Laney grabbed Jason's hand. "You had a suck-ass time on our date, huh?"

"I wouldn't say it was a suck-ass time... I'm just not used to the whole dating thing, so it felt weird," Laney replied honestly. Jason nodded.

"Okay, okay... What feels comfortable for you?" Jason smiled as he squeezed Laney's hand.

"Um... Well, I like just being with you. I'm not a sports guy or a trivia bar guy. I just wanna take you to parties, hang out, grab a bite, just regular stuff," Laney whispered. Jason smiled. "When I was at that party with you, and I was drunk... I wanted to dance with you," he laughed.

"To tell you the truth, I was hoping you would. Remember you were the one who taught me how to dance?" Jason smiled as he washed his hands at the sink.

Laney lit up. "You remember that?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "You were so short that I let you stand on my feet."

"And you still felt the need to whisper the steps in my ear," Jason smiled. Laney smiled and pulled a song up on his phone.

"You can't stand on my feet this time, but I'll whisper the steps in your ear if you want," Laney murmured. Jason smiled.

"Can I lead?" Jason asked. Laney nodded, and Jason took his hand. Jason placed his other hand on Laney's lower back, and Laney glanced up at him before holding him in more of an embrace than a dancing stance.

"You smell good," Laney mumbled into Jason's shoulder, "Lead with your left foot."

Jason stumbled at first and chuckled. "I'll get it. Hold on. My left foot, right?" Jason asked.

"Your left foot, mhm," Laney replied. Jason started off again, and Laney closed his eyes. "That's perfect." When the song changed, Laney held onto Jason still.

Jason didn't say anything. Instead, he started to kiss Laney's neck. Laney pulled away and looked up into Jason's eyes before they shared a kiss. "Be gentle," Laney joked.

"Shut up," Jason laughed as he went back in for another kiss, hesitating for only a moment before kissing Laney once more. He walked past Laney without a word, and Laney stood there for a moment in shock. "Are you coming?" Jason called from his bedroom. Laney smiled and followed Jason back to his room. "Shoes." Laney nodded and took his shoes off before sitting on the edge of Jason's bed, and Jason cupped his cheek as they kissed. Jason lay back gradually until Laney found himself straddling Jason's waist. Jason tapped on Laney's chest. "Shit! I forgot—."

"I'll be fine," Laney whispered as he took off his shirt and kissed Jason's neck.

"I've never—."

"And that's fine," Laney interrupted before kissing Jason. Jason pushed Laney's hair out of his face. "Tell me what you want me to do." He helped Jason out of his shirt, and he kissed his shoulders and chest. "This okay?"

"This is great," Jason answered breathlessly. Laney chuckled and continued to kiss Jason's chest and stomach before he made it down to the waistband of Jason's sweatpants. He rolled off of Jason and tried to take his pants off, but he stumbled and fell back on the bed. "Smooth," Jason laughed. Laney laughed with him.

"Shut up," Laney snorted. Jason hollered as Laney struggled to kick his pants off. "I swear this is the first time this has ever happened to me," Laney joked. Jason laughed.

"So you don't usually get stuck in your pants and make a fool of yourself?" Jason laughed. Laney kicked his pants off and waited for Jason to pull his sweats off before taking his place on Jason's lap once more. He shifted his body and ran his leg up against the front of Jason's boxers, and Jason let out a shaky laugh.

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear that," Laney whispered in Jason's ear as he kissed Jason's neck and chest, brushing a hand against Jason's nipple, eliciting a moan from the back of Jason's throat. Laney could feel the contours of Jason's half-naked body against his as he pushed up against Jason. Laney ran his tongue back and forth across one of Jason's nipples, and Jason wriggled around, driving his body against Laney's.

Laney's breath grew labored, and he sat up. "Lane?" Jason asked.

"I'm okay. I just need to catch my breath," Laney panted in between words. Jason took his water bottle off of the nightstand and handed it to Laney. Laney took a few sips before setting it back on the nightstand and stripping off his shorts.

Jason's eyes widened as he stared at Laney's fully naked body. Laney cleared his throat, and Jason took his boxers off, so focused on Laney he forgot he had never been nude in front of anyone before. Laney sat on the bed, touching legs with Jason, and asked, "Has anyone ever sucked you off before?" Jason shook his head. "Can I?"

Jason nodded, and as soon as he felt Laney's tongue against his dick, he lay back and mumbled something. Laney chuckled and ran his tongue up the length of Jason's shaft before taking Jason's head in his mouth. Jason melted into the growing warmth, and the ringing in his ears started to drown out the almost-rhythmic sucking sound until he was startled by the sound of Laney gagging.

"Laney?" Jason half-exclaimed. Laney sat up and took a deep breath.

"Are you close?" Laney asked. Jason sat with a frightened expression on his face.

"You were choking!" Jason exclaimed. Laney laughed. "That's not funny..."

"No, I'm not laughing at you. That's what a blowjob sounds like, Cutie," Laney reassured as he pushed Jason's hair back. "How're we feeling?"

"Warm... I can't imagine anything feels better than that," Jason mumbled as he covered his face. Laney spat in his hand and ran it up and down Jason's shaft before sucking on Jason's balls, and Jason made a weak whining noise. Laney took the tip of his finger and teased Jason's head, and Jason grabbed his hand. "Okay... I'm close. I'm close!" Jason warned, and Laney pulled away, watching Jason's dick bob up and down against his stomach.

"You can cum whenever you want to," Laney reassured. Jason shook his head.

"Won't you be mad?" Jason asked. Laney shook his head.

"Nuh-uh. It's your first time. I just want you to have fun... And I don't have any condoms on me. Can I make you cum?" Laney asked.

Jason nodded and allowed Laney to take the entire length of his dick in his mouth. Jason let a feeling of comfort wash over him as everything around him seemed to fade out of existence until he was close, and he pushed Laney's hair back. He stammered at first, trying to let the words find his lips, and he finally managed to yell, "Close!" Laney sat up and spat in his hand, and he finished Jason off with a handjob. Jason came on Laney's face and his own stomach as his body shuddered. Boisterous moans escaped the back of his throat, and Laney placed a hand over Jason's mouth.

As soon as Jason's body relaxed, Laney lay beside him, and he started to masturbate quietly. Jason mumbled something incoherent. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that—."

"Sorry about your face—."

"It's okay it didn't get in my—." Laney's mind went blank for a moment as he came into his hand.

"Lane?" Jason whimpered. Laney turned his head to see that Jason had tears streaming down his cheek. He rolled over close by Jason.

"Hey?" Laney murmured. "C'mere, I got you." Laney scooted closer up to the headboard, allowing Jason to rest his head on Laney's chest. "What's the matter?" Laney asked as he played with Jason's hair.

"Was I the worst you've ever had?" Jason asked.

"Nuh-uh. Besides, we have to take into account: I was nervous, this was your first time, I'm taking medication for my heart, and this is the first time I've ever done it with someone who matters," Laney answered. Jason craned his neck uncomfortably to look at Laney's face.

"You really mean that?" Jason asked. "About me being the only one that matters?" Laney kissed the top of Jason's head.

"I do," Laney answered sweetly, "This is the first time I didn't feel like getting dressed and getting the fuck out... I was scared that it would be just like all the other times, but this was special... How was it for you?"

Jason made a soft noise. "Better than my dream," Jason mumbled, "I love you, Laney." Laney looked down at Jason and saw that his eyes were closed.

"I love you, Jason," Laney whispered. He watched as Jason's breathing slowed, and he allowed Jason to fall asleep.

He lay there with Jason for almost an hour before Jason woke up. All he could think about was how good it finally felt to be loved in that way. Jason sat up and pressed a kiss to Laney's lips. "Something wrong?" Jason asked.

"No," Laney answered, a hint of surprise in his softened voice. "You feel okay? I know you seemed a little raw before you fell asleep."

Jason nodded. "Thanks for being so patient with me and for not dying," Jason joked.

"Trust me, if I was about to die while we were having sex, I would let you know," Laney laughed, "You wanna take your shower first before we go back to my place for the night?"

Jason nodded and smiled. "You look really good naked, by the way," Jason complimented.

"Shut up," Laney laughed. Jason climbed over Laney to get out of bed. "Great view."

"Asshole," Jason laughed.

"Nope, pretty sure that was—."

"Don't finish that sentence," Jason warned him playfully as he put their clothes in the hamper and looked for some clean pajamas. "Can you strip my bed so I can wash my sheets tomorrow night?"

Laney gave him a thumb's up and took the blankets off of the bed. "Wait, the sheets too?" Laney asked.

"Yes, please," Jason replied as he shut the bathroom door. Laney waited a little while before picking through Jason's pajamas and chose some things for himself to wear.

As soon as Jason was out of the shower, he hopped in and washed his face and hair. "Laney, your dad's calling!"

"You can let it ring or tell him I'm in the shower!" Laney yelled as he washed the shampoo out of his hair. He finished washing up and toweled off before opening the bathroom door. "Did he leave a voicemail?" Jason shook his head. "Oh, okay, maybe it wasn't a big deal." Laney went back to the bathroom to get dressed, and he put on a pair of socks and his shoes, and Jason held up the keys.

"Want me to drive?" Jason asked. Laney nodded and took his phone. Jason grabbed his laptop and charger and shoved them in his bag along with a change of clothes. Laney waited for Jason to lock up before making his way to the stairwell.

Jason waited until they were both in the car before turning to ask, "What did you mean when you said you were scared about it being like the other times?"

"Jay, you don't wanna hear this," Laney mumbled. Jason sat still.

"Please?" he asked. Laney sighed and nodded.

"I lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday to a friend of this guy that I went to work with. It was kind of like that with everyone after him. We'd have sex, and I'd be out of there before they could say anything...

"And it wasn't until New Year's Eve when I hooked up with this guy that was really shitty to me that I realized I wasn't doing it because I didn't want to commit... I was doing it to hurt myself emotionally. I felt horrible a lot of the time, and when it finally clicked, I went to the docks.

"I sat there for a while, and I got so drunk I could barely stand up, and I called my mom and told her that I wanted to kill myself and that I didn't want to be alone when I did it... She kept me on the phone and drove all the way to me in the middle of the night. The only reason I was still alive when she got there is that I couldn't stand up on my own.

"After I finished throwing up, she sat there on the ground with me, and she made me promise that I was gonna get help," Laney ran two hands through his hair.

"What did he do to you?" Jason asked.

"It wasn't anything I didn't want him to do. I wanted him to make me feel like nothing. It just happened that it was something he was really good at," Laney mumbled. He started to cry, and he turned his head.

Jason embraced Laney. "I really do love you, Laney... I wasn't just saying that." He waited a moment for an answer before buckling Laney's seatbelt for him.

"I love you too," Laney mumbled as he wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry... I just never told anyone that before."

"I'm glad you told me," Jason reached over to smooth down Laney's wet hair in the back.

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Uh, I think it's time for me to actually do this!

INTRO!!! FOR ME!!! (+ Important Info)

About me:

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warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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When we make it back, JJ and John B decide they just have to go and talk to Lana Grubbs, so see if she knows anything about the compass we found. I decide to go home in the meantime, see if I can grab some more of my stuff so I don't have to go back again for a day or two. At least until my mom cools off.

I'm walking back home, when I almost get to the door, it swings open and Rafe walks out, looking over his shoulder. I watch him confused, standing at the bottom of the steps. He turns to face me as he keeps walking, almost bumping into me. Before I can say anything, he grabs me and covers my mouth, "Hey, shh- it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispers, dragging me back and out of sight from the door or any windows before letting me go.

"Rafe what the fuck?" I ask, glaring at him.

"Listen, yeah I know, you can't go in there man." Rafe explains.

"Uh... my house?" I reply, raising my eyebrow at him as I adjust my bag on my shoulder.

"Yeah, your parents are on a war path right now, said they're gonna kick you out. And Kegs is absolutely losing it, man, like he is not ready to let that shit go. He invited me to come get him so we could go golfing but when I got here he insisted we hunt you guys down. I didn't want anything to do with that, so I'm leaving." I sigh as Rafe tells me this, rubbing my forehead with my hand.

"Okay.. are the twins home?" I ask and he shrugs an "l don't know" and I brush past him, sneaking up to the house and up to my bedroom window.

"Hey, Snowy! What are you doing?" He whispers at me as I walk away. Rafe sighs, looks at his car, then back at me as he runs his hand through his hair. He decides to follow me. He gets to the window just as I'm climbing in, and watches from outside as I frantically try and grab whatever I think I'll need for a while.

"Snowy!" I'm greeted by Deck, running up and hugging me at my waist.

"Shh... hey bud, I've got to run."  I whisper, leaning over to be face to face with him. "I'll be back soon, but I'm going to give you and Anna my phone, okay? Don't tell mom. The password is the last four digits of the home phone number. If you need me, any time, you call or text JJ, Kie, John B, or Pope, okay? and you may need to try a couple numbers." I explain rapidly, giving him a hug and grabbing my phone from where I left it next to their bed this morning.

"So what I'm hearing is I can text Pope?" Anna asks and I shake my head. "Don't text him unless you need me, do you understand? And don't let mom see the phone. Hide it." I tell her, leaning over onto the bed to give her a hug as well.

I hand Deck the phone, and quickly pack another bag with some work clothes, and clean outfits.

"I love you so much. I'll see you soon." I tell them as I wrap them in my arms. I look up to see Rafe looking in the window at us, and I blush a little bit. I let them go and climb back out the window, waving back at the kids who were now leaning out the window, watching me walk away.

"Hey, come on, get in." Rafe says to me as I start to just walk past his car. I get in and we leave, not sure where to even go. I could go back to the chateau, but that's in the opposite direction so I'll have to go the long way around so I don't pass the house again.

"Thank you." I say to Rafe and he just nods, not taking his eyes off the road. "Why did you help me? This doesn't feel at all like your problem." I chuckle a little bit.

"I just saw you and figured you shouldn't have to go inside and take that. From what I hear, you didn't do anything." Rafe explains. "Kegs isn't mad at you, by the way. Just that pogue friend of yours, the blonde one that held a gun to his head. I don't know if you remember." He jokes and I roll my eyes.

"I remember it ridiculously vividly, I have you know. A traumatic event can bring you out of it, man." I shake my head and Rafe chuckles, looking over at me for the first time in the ride.

"Well, Topper told me he pulled up on you puking on the side of the road, all alone, four miles from home walking home after that shit went down. Just seems like blackout behaviour, that's all."

I nod a little bit. "Yeah, that's a reasonable assumption." I say, giggling.

"Hey, this may be a tall order, but can you take me to Making Waves? I'm starving. If I'm working I can eat for free, Megan's always happy to have more help." I suggest to Rafe, looking over at him and smiling hopefully.

He shakes his head without looking away from the road. "Oh, yeah that's fine. I mean you can drop me off wherever I'll walk, I'm out of sight from the house now so.."

"I'm not doing that." Rafe says. "Let's just go to Tannyhill, you can eat there. Have a shower, a nap, whatever. I think we have someone there to make food today."

"You mean like, Rose?" I chuckle.

"No, like, they pay someone to cook for us a few days a week." My jaw absolutely drops.

"You have a private chef? That's insane. Actually, well, of course you do." I laugh and I see Rafe smile at how entertained I am by that.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't really know why. I can cook on my own."

"It's probably nice to have someone to do it for Wheezie if your dad and Rose are busy." I suggest and he nods.

"Yeah, probably." He responds. He's driving the same way he was before, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear shift. He's got really nice arms. I'll admit that much to myself.

Before I know it, we reach the Tannyhill estate. It's huge. And beautiful. John B has told me about it, but I never really understood the extent of it.

Rafe parks and we get out of the car, me with a backpack and my tote bag thrown over my shoulder as we walk in.

"I'll set you up in one of the guest rooms.." Rafe says, heading for the stairs to show me the way. "It's got an ensuite and stuff.. what do you want to eat? I'll get them to start making it." He offers. It's embarrassing how blushy I'm feeling about this. He's just being nice.

"You don't have to do that." I tell him, shaking my head.

"Well yeah I don't have to, but you still smell a little like vomit and I have a suspicion you haven't eating since yesterday, yeah?" Rude. But correct.

"Yeah.. sorry." I chuckle, following him up the stairs. "Could I just get a sandwich or something?" I ask and he nods.

I get upstairs to the room Rafe said I could use, I take a quick shower and clean up, getting changed into some clean clothes and putting on some body spray before I go back downstairs. I get so paranoid about smelling bad.

Sarah is sitting in the kitchen eating a snack when I come in and see a plate with the sandwich I asked for. "Hey Sarah." I smile and she smiles back.

"Snowy! What are you doing here?" She asks, covering her mouth while she talks since she has a mouth full. She seems pleased to see me, which is a relief.

I grab my plate and sit next to her at the island. "Well, Rafe was at my house when I got home, and he saved me from an unpleasant situation." I chuckle.

Sarah nods, still covering her mouth as she chews. Once she swallows, she responds. "What happened? Did Kegs snitch on you?"

"You know it." I sigh, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite. "My parents are going to kick me out, apparently. So I beat them to the punch and ran away."

"No way." Sarah said, looking at me shocked. "That wasn't your fault." I nod in agreement.

"What can I say, Kegs is the golden child."

"Well, you can stay here as long as you want. My parents won't mind. You'll be my houseguest. Unless Rafe has already claimed that." She joked and I shake my head.

"No, he just told me I stink and that I should have a shower, I didn't plan on staying. I couldn't, I'll go back to John B's later." I explain.

"John B? I just talked to him." Sarah says and I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Why?" I ask, a pretty dumb question since I know he "borrowed" their scuba gear this morning.

"He stole our scuba gear this morning." She shrugged. "I was sleeping on the Druthers when he came to return it. Empty! Would you believe that?" She laughs.

"Yeah, sounds like him." I laugh with her.

"What did you guys need them for?" She asks me. Of course she knows I was there.

"Well, nothing, as it turns out. They were empty when he picked them up." It's not a complete lie. I knew my friends would kill me if I told anyone what was going on.

"Oh, I see." Sarah nods, and I can see she looks a little skeptical. I casually change the subject after taking another bite of my sandwich.

"This is really good. Hey, can I borrow your phone? I left mine with the twins." I explain and Sarah nods, sliding it over to me on the counter. I take it with a quick 'thanks' and open a new message to text John B.

S: hey John B, it's Snowy. can you come get me from Tannyhill? JB: what are you doing at Tannyhill? and with Sarah's phone? S: long story. i'll tell you later?

While I'm watching the bubble and waiting for John B to reply, a text comes in on Sarah's phone from Rafe.

R: can i invite snowy to that party this weekend? is she still here?

I don't open it, but I feel flattered that Rafe would willingly want to spend time with me and invite me somewhere, even if it's a party where I probably won't even see him. I think I just like being around him.

JB: yeah JJ and I will come get you. b there in 20. S: thanks jb &lt;3 S: youre the best!!

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I run out to the Twinkie as John B pulls up, JJ in the passengers seat.

"Hey guys. Thanks." I say as I climb in, waving goodbye to Sarah and I see Rafe jogging out the door behind her to catch up to me.

"Snowy! Hold up!" He says and I stop, hand still on the Twinkie door while I'm crouched inside. "If you need a ride anywhere or a place to crash, call me. Okay?" He says, handing me one of Ward's business cards, with another number scrawled on it in pen.

"Thanks, Rafe." I smile and nod. "I appreciate it." I go to close the door and he stops it with his hand.

"Wait, uh.. one more thing. There's this thing this weekend, like a party, I was hoping you'd want to come? I think it will be fun." Rafe says, sounding a little... nervous? If I'm reading that right, anyways.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good." I smile back and he nods.

"Sweet, yeah. I'll talk to you later then." He grins, tapping his hand on the top of the van as I close the door. He starts walking away, and JJ flips him off.

"Dude, Rafe Cameron? Seriously?" JJ asks, sounding mad.

"JJ, shut up. Oh my god." I roll my eyes, settling against the wall as John B drives away. "He's just being nice."

JJ doesn't say anything, but I can see smoke as he takes a hit from his vape. No comment, I guess. But honestly, is it so obvious?

"Anyway, tell us what happened?" John B asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror after reaching across and hitting JJ in the chest, signalling for him to drop his attitude.

I rant to them pretty much the whole drive back to the chateau, since I did have a long story to tell considering it had only been a couple hours since I saw them. By the time we get home, we're just wrapping up.

We get up onto the porch, where Kie and Pope are waiting. "Dude, what is going on? Snowy, you've been blowing up my phone with weird shit." Pope says and I smack my hand onto my forehead, groaning.

"It's Anna. I gave them my phone when I left because I won't be home for a while. I said it was for emergencies only." I sigh, grabbing his phone from him.

P: Anna, i'm gonna block you from pope's phone if you don't stop. emergencies ONLY. S: :(((

"Sorry Pope." I chuckle, handing it back. "She should leave you alone now. Block her if she doesn't."

He laughs and shakes his head, and John B and JJ go on to explain what happened to them at Lana Grubbs.

"That's literally insane." I say as we all walk inside, and they finish telling their story.

"My dad's office." John B says as he heads for the door.

"I've literally never seen this door open, and I've slept here like six hundred times." Pope says as John B uses a key to open it, and we all file in.

After we decide to open it and see a message carved on the inside, we try and figure out what it means. "Redfield", it says and we instantly start brainstorming. It's a message from Big John- for John B.

While we're trying to decipher it, we hear a vehicle pulling up and we look outside.

"Those were the guys that shot at us!" Kie says, and we instantly all hit the floor.

"They were at Lana's." John B whispers, as we start to hear yelling outside.

"JJ, where's the gun?" I ask him in a whisper and I can tell he's thinking hard.

"It's in your bag, isn't it?" John B says and JJ nods rapidly.

"Yeah, I left it on the porch." He sneaks over to the door, heading out as the yelling and banging continues. JJ quickly returns empty handed, shutting the office door behind him. "They're on the porch."

"Shit! What do we do?" We hear them breaking in, and John B goes to barricade the door with his body as I go to the window and try to open it. It's painted shut.

Kie and JJ help me try and pull it open as Pope goes to help John B, and we try to stay as quiet as possible, using a letter opener that Pope grabbed to try and cut it open. Just as we get it open, the groupers try and open the door.

"You better not be in there!" One of them shouts, as we all start filing out the window and Pope and John B make a run for it as well. We all run over to the chicken coop, crawling in and I tuck my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as the chickens lose their minds.

"Do something! Get them to stop!" Pope says, and JJ sits down next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"What can I do?" John B asks in a frustrated whisper.

"I don't know, pet it, hug it, something?" Kie suggests, as we hear footsteps approaching. Lie quickly grabs the chicken and pulls it onto her lap, petting its back and it almost instantly quiets down.

I place my hand firmly over my mouth to try and quiet my breathing- one of them is right outside. The other yells something incoherent to him, and then we hear footsteps leaving and a truck starting.

Thank god.

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A/N; Hey! I hope you liked what I did with the text messages in this chapter, and should I keep doing the shuffles?? -R

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

It takes a village to raise a family: part 3

Part 2 , part 4

I am...so attached and brain rotted to this villager man- he is getting his own tag as grandpa flint because I love him that much

Rural au yet again by the amazing @angelpuns

At some point they are gonna get mad at all the pings lmao

The river runs cold in the spring, when the streets are making fruit and the leaves are the prettiest of green, pinks, and blues. The prettiest rocks are embedded in sand, just treasures to find. Sometimes I'll find something pretty, sometimes I won't.

But today I found something shiney, and golden. It wasn't very thick, it wasn't that long either. It was flat on one end and round on the other with letters on the flat side in a circle. I've never seen anything like it before. It was so pretty.

Of course I put it on my stall, but that's not the important part today. Today a festival was to be held, more importantly a cooking contest. I rolled the paper up and closed down my stall, scurrying to the outside of the village, through the woods. The trees barely let sun peek through, leaving the wonders of butterflies that pass under the little bits of light all the more pretty.

My dear husband always told me to look for the little things....well I know the human splinter is a bit of a sour crab apple. So I might as well cook with him.

He wasn't very happy to open the door to see me, even more when I walked around him inside. "Come on get your pans and whatever cooking stuff you have and let's get cooking!"

"excuse me? We are not cooking-" he slammed the door and follows me into the kitchen, paying him no mind I pulled a few pots out.

"yes we are, you will not become a sour raisen at this age-" I slid the pots onto the counter, hearing him sputter.

"I am not a sour raisen!" He pushed the cabinet door closed and glares. "We are not cooking"

"...yes we are" I held out the paper and popped his nose slightly, watching the anger fill his eyes before he snatched the paper, looking it over. ".....yeah okay I could use that money-"

"exactly, now let's get to cooking" I look around and realize this man has not one apron. "...okay we need kitchen equipment-"

"we have kitchen equipment- we have the necessities-" splinter grumbles, getting out a cook book. "You are one demanding little racoon"

I couldn't help but grin at him as he sits on the ground, opening it up. "Okay if we are going to do this, I have a few demands...1 don't be a rude little shit, 2 we have to be quiet the kids are down for a nap and 3 we split the earnings 20/80"

"done deal! Ooo pie, Im going to try that!" I hit the page, grinning with all my teeth.

"alright..I'll uh...do a basic soup I guess?" He stands up and before I could register what happened he grabbed me by my scruff and put me on the counter. "Alright racoon, let's do this"

"HAHAA!! yes!"

With a few mishaps and a few changes to the ingredients like instead of flour we used baking soda, instead of sugar we used salt..you know the good substitutes....we made a mess.

With the two of us standing at the cook out table, with my pie a burnt, bubble, uncooked mess and with splinter's halfway untasteful soup we locked ourselves in 8th and 9th place.

I think that's a win

[danketsuround]

sunday six!

early again (late for me, but). i wrote this on tumblr while waiting for a package that hasn't arrived yet. tagging uhhh @four-white-trees @c-cw-f-saeko @overdevelopedglasses @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime and uh i forgot who else is participating in this

sawa and mitsuru one shot below. not an au, they're just in high school. i was complaining earlier today about how they didn't get to interact at all (like, not even in a flashback???) so like whatever i wrote my own thing. be the change you want to see in the world. kthnxbye

Past a road on a steel bridge, among little fossils in a river, there was a mound of green grass, and two bikes laying diagonally atop each other. Mitsuru laid there in the sun, craning his neck upwards to look at their chains, tangled like legs under a blanket. He sighed and let his head drop against the ground. It made a sound much heavier than him.

"Mind your head," pretty Sawa seemed to scold him, as if he were some infant with a soft spot in his skull. She had the nerve to speak to him so dearly, even as he twisted the grass between his fingers in anxious sorrow.

"It didn't hurt," he said, not bothering to look up again.

Her little patent leather shoes hit rocks. She had been balancing on a log near the river. He heard the gravel under her feet, then the grass, and then the sun disappeared.

"You have a grass stain on your shirt."

A halo of light hit her backside. Had he prayed more, he thought, maybe the angel would say something useful, or kind.

"That's okay," he replied shyly. She was tall; tall enough to call the sun again when she sat beside him.

They had biked from the train station—as most high schoolers did—recklessly, without their helmets. Sawa lived three doors down and across from him, in a smaller, gated house, with a nice windowsill tomato garden and an old dog with a hoarse bark. Despite this, they never saw each other. Better yet, Mitsuru never saw her. He kept his head down and looked at his feet like his shoes were in danger of catching on fire at any moment. He was quick-footed, too, despite his chronic tardiness—or, perhaps, because of it. Sawa held onto his arm in the sardine-packed commute of the sweaty summer afternoon rush. She didn't let go when the doors opened, or when they squeezed out of the car, or when they took the escalator down; and she didn't say a word to him at all until Mitsuru found he had locked his bike next to hers, and suddenly it seemed his feet were safe of any interesting fires. She wanted to tutor him.

"No thanks," he told her, then frowned when tall and pretty Sawa made an angry wrinkled face like she was going to chew him.

In the long hour they walked their bikes together, he discovered her face was stuck like that, always, even when she smiled. He thought, that's probably why no one messed with her, and why she won the student council election by a landslide. It was the first day of the second semester and they came to the knoll, together.

"Are you eighteen already?" Sawa asked him out of air, watching the sun lower behind the old bridge.

Mitsuru shook his head into the dirt.

"Are you?"

"I turned eighteen over the summer."

"Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

Then it was quiet again when Mitsuru started thinking about sitting at the dinner table with a grass stain on his shirt, and his mother with her eyes on some stack of papers he couldn't read.

"I'm still a kid compared to you."

"I guess."

"You can vote, and take out a loan, and apply for a credit card, and stuff."

"I can't drink yet."

For some reason, she defended herself.

"But you're closer," he argued anyways. "And you're taller than me."

She laughed. "Age doesn't have much to do with that."

He looked at her and, for some reason, he grew excited.

"Do you think I'll grow ten centimeters by winter?"

"No," she said, which sounded cruel coming from her chewy face. "Or, I guess you'll have to wait and see."

"Yeah, I'll wait," he said sadly. "I'll wait."

She loosened her clip and pulled her fingers through the bend in her hair. Being a girl seemed really hard, but, like most things, Sawa did it effortlessly. He hadn't noted much about her, but he knew she played the cello, and that she played it beautifully. She could have played a stand-out instrument—the violin like Mamiya, or the flute, like himself, which stood-out in terrible, shrill ways—but she played the low, humming background of an instrument and she played it better than anyone else. Her kindness was the same, her voice played a pitying, slow tune.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

He imagined she asked because she, a grown up, already knew.

"A nurse."

"A nurse!"

Admittedly, her shock stung a little.

"That's just the first thing that came to mind. I want to work in a hospital, like my mom."

Sawa tucked her legs in. "Is she worried about exams?"

He wrinkled his face taking another blow, then shook his head in an uncaring way.

"No, she doesn't worry about me," he said. "She thinks I can do anything."

"You can do anything."

Mitsuru shrugged. "I don't know."

"You can play the flute pretty well."

"I don't know."

"And you can swim pretty well, too."

"I don't know. I hate swimming."

She leaned forward. "Do you like being a nurse? Don't say you don't know."

His answer was silence instead.

"What do you want to be?"

She held her breath. Her face was red and puffy and she laughed when she couldn't hold it any longer. On her back, next to Mitsuru, she said, "I don't know."

Mitsuru scrambled to his feet while Sawa held her stomach, spitting and laughing and hitting the ground with her legs.

"Well!" He said stridently. "Then! Then, then! Why'd you make me pick!"

When she finally calmed down, she said, "I want to know more about you, Kusumoto."

That was a damn good answer—better than one he could ever give. The sun had mostly set, leaving gradients of pink and yellow, which settled starkly under the coming twilight. He stuck out his hand for her to take it; his actions were bold but he was red in the face, redder than Sawa's spitting laughter.

"I want to go home now," he said. "And do my laundry."

"Okay." She took his hand but pulled herself up by her legs. They untangled their bikes and she motioned putting on an invisible helmet, then she led the way because her house was a block further than his.

On their bikes, Mitsuru yelled, "Maybe you should be a teacher."

"Maybe," she yelled back.

"I'd like to see that." He was smiling but she couldn't see. "Sawa-sensei."