#using the excuse of checking out the merch but he is not even looking at the shirt come on

[notyourmusebby]

doing this at the workplace pls, find some shame

[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-six

*gif created by me(thefallennightmare) feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Possibly the last one for tonight but we'll see!

Tags: @ada-clarence @nonamessblog @thescarlettvvitch @malice-ov-mercy @crimson-calligraphyx @theoneandonlykymberlee @yumikitten @blackveilomens @cherrymedicine13 @thebadchic @notmaddihealy @jay02bo @beaker1636 @jakekiszkasguitarpick @punk-pr1ncessxoxo @er3nslovergirl @iamdesolate @lma1986 @jessitpwk @themodern-daywednesday

Things were different; weird.

It's been a few days since our time at the Airbnb and Noah's barely acknowledged what happened between us. And instead of avoiding me, he was always there. Before when I entered a room, he would find some excuse to leave, me doing the same. Now when I walk into a room or place he was in, he watches me with intense eyes. Not that I was complaining if I was being honest. But what happened between us still didn't excuse his previous attitude towards me. I'd done nothing to deserve his cold shoulder, and I planned to make sure he knew that if we continued this.

No, I rapidly shook my head. That was a one-time thing.

With a sigh, I kept my attention on finishing setting up the merch booth while the guys were on stage for a sound check. I bobbed my head along to the beat Folio smashed on his guitars, the opening to Artificial Suicide echoing loudly in the empty space. Thankfully, this venue had space for me to set up the booth in the main area so I could watch the show tonight.

As confusing as our relationship, if you could call it that, was. I still loved watching Bad Omens. They were electrifying on stage.

When Noah's voice came through the speakers, I cringed and turned on my heels to watch. He cleared his throat, the music halting before he threw his thumb in a circle showing that they started it from the top. They did and the same thing happened; Noah's voice cracked and sounded as if he was losing it.

"How does it sound, Y/N?" He asked into the microphone.

I walked closer to the stage with my face screwed up so I didn't have to yell. "Do you want the truth?"

"I wouldn't expect anything else from you."

That made me chuckle but then let out a deep sigh.

"You sound like shit, Noah. What's going on?" I stuck my hands in the back pockets of my jeans and put all of my weight on my left foot, cocking a hip out.

Noah sighed while handing the microphone to one stagehand before sitting on the edge of the stage, his long legs dangling off. I was a few feet in front of him and ignored the way my brain screamed at me to slink between them.

"I woke up this morning with a sore throat and thought it'd get better by now," he ran a hand through his hair.

Matt sighed next to me; stress clear on his face. "We've got about six hours until your set. Why don't you rest your voice until then. We can cover the rest of the sound check without you."

"You sure?"

Nick clasped a hand on Noah's shoulder and nodded. "We got it."

While they all conversed about what to do, an idea sprung to mind and I pulled out my phone to look up the nearest coffee shop. Thinking no one noticed, I slipped away from them while sending a text to Davis, who was still at the hotel, to see if he could finish setting up for me.

"Where are you going?"

Turning around, I noticed Noah followed me. I gave him a stern look, him already forgetting Matt's orders not to talk.

"You're not supposed to talk," I reminded him.

He rolled his eyes then whipped out his phone and typed something on his notes app before showing me; he asked again where I was going.

"I was going to get you a tea to help soothe your throat," I said, suddenly nervous that the gesture might have seemed too much coming from me.

Noah's mouth curved into a smile and motioned for me to follow, him clearly coming with me.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? There's a line outside, you're bound to be seen."

I'm sure he knew that but I wasn't worried someone would see him alone. I was worried he'd be seen with me. After almost a year working for Bad Omens, I'd done a pretty good job and not to be seen with them out in public. Of course, in group settings, it was harder, with fans snapping pictures of us when we walked around the town, we were sightseeing. But now, alone with Noah, I couldn't fathom what people would say if they saw the two of us. Fans knew I was the merch girl so maybe they'd think we were just grabbing coffee for everyone else.

That's exactly what you're doing. No need to overthink things.

Noah led us out the back where fans weren't allowed and when I told him where the shop was, we began walking in stride there. We didn't speak, the silence something we were used to between us, but every once in a while, our hands would brush together. A spark of heat and electricity shot through me every time. Something I knew Noah felt as well because, at one point, his fingers brushed against the inside of my wrist, on purpose.

As the shop came into view, we noticed there was a small group of people hanging around outside; all wearing Bad Omens merch. The two of us came to a halt, and I peered up at Noah, seeing what he wanted to do. He shrugged before typing something on his phone and showing me the screen.

Can't hurt to talk for a few minutes, right?

I narrowed my eyes at him, debating whether this was a good idea.

"If I get any flak from Matt because I let you talk and your voice gets worse, I'll kick your ass," I pointed at him.

Something dark flashed across Noah's eyes and he licked his lips, typing a new message.

Sounds like a deal, angel.

Ignoring the way my insides burned at the pet name, I told him I would be right back while he socialized with the fans. As I stepped inside, the group of fans started muttering under their breath that 'the Noah Sebastian' was standing right in front of them. The wait for the tea wasn't that long and as I waited, my eyes dared a glance outside to see Noah finishing up taking some pictures with the fans. As if he felt me staring, his eyes locked with mine and gave a small wave.

An action one fan noticed then followed Noah's gaze, landing right on me.

With a start, I turned back to the counter when my name was called and took the tea with a smile. By the time I made it back outside, Noah was alone, leaning up against the wall of the building.

I handed him the tea. "I don't think it will cure you completely but maybe enough for tonight's show."

Noah nodded his thanks and soon we began the short walk back to the venue, in silence. Thankfully, he was not speaking to save his voice because I wasn't sure what we would talk about. Clearly, we were supposed to think what happened that night didn't, and I was glad to do that.

Was I?

I couldn't dwell on the question for long because my phone buzzed in my pocket. Expecting it to be Matt wondering where I ran off to with the vocalist, it surprised me to see my mom calling. She never called me on her phone. When we did talk, which was rare nowadays, it was when Lana called me.

With a soft hand on Noah's forearm, I pulled him to a stop.

"Give me a minute?" I asked.

He nodded, so I took a few steps away to give myself some privacy.

"Mom?" I asked once I answered.

"Yes, I'd like to report a break in."

My heart rate intensified hearing her calm, eerie voice. It wasn't anything I'd heard before which made me wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Mom, it's me. Y/N. What's going on?"

"There's a lady in my house trying to give me medication. I told her I don't need it but she said it'll help me."

I pinched my eyes shut while letting out a shaky breath. I could practically feel Noah's eyes gazing at me but ignored him; right now, my mom needed me.

"Mom, that's Lana. Your nurse," I spoke low into the phone so Noah couldn't hear me. "We've been through this, it will help you."

"NO! She said it will make me go to sleep. I don't want that."

I bit my lip, trying not to break down. It had been a good couple of days for both my mom and I, now everything was slowly turning to shit once again.

"Just take it, alright? For me?" I begged.

"Who are you?"

It wasn't the first time she questioned who I was but every time; it chipped away at my heart. Having your own mother forget who you were was a different kind of pain. There was some rustling on the other end, a struggle almost as I heard Lana grunting and my mom yelling obscenities to her. For a split second, I almost told Noah I had to leave but when Lana's calm voice came through the speaker, it erased that thought from my mind.

"Hi dear," she breathed into the phone. "How are things?"

I scoffed. "Really? That's how you answer the phone? What the fuck is going on?"

"I promise its nothing-."

"I swear to the Gods, Lana if you say its nothing you can't handle I'm going to fucking loose it," I spat through gritted teeth.

Every single phone call, Lana would tell me her version of the day but end it with 'nothing she couldn't handle'. I was tired of hearing it; I demanded to know the truth.

By now, Noah had come around to face me, a wondering spark in his eyes.

"Everything alright?" He mouthed.

I nodded with a sigh before turning slightly away from him.

"It's been a terrible day, dear. Your mother is getting worse, and she really needs to go to a facility where they're better equipt to handle this."

Tears burned in my eyes, and I hastily wiped them away with the back of my hand. This was not a conversation I would have with Lana over the phone.

"I know," I spoke out in a deep breath. "I have a few more weeks left and when I'm home, we can talk about it."

There was a long beat of silence on the other end that I almost checked to see if Lana hung up.

"I really hate bothering you, Y/N. You deserve this time away because of how tired you were from taking care of your mother. You're too young to deal with this on your own."

My heart warmed at Lana's words, and finally, a lone tear rolled over my cheek. Noah reached out with his thumb to brush it away and I instinctively leaned into it, not realizing how badly I needed it.

"I have to go. Whatever happens, no matter the time, please call me."

"Of course, dear."

I stared blankly at the black screen, replaying everything that happened and knowing that eventually I'd have to decide. I kept my mom at home because I thought she would remember things easier, all the memories we made but maybe it was only making things worse for her. I knew I was being selfish letting Lana deal with everything on her own while I was hundreds of miles away living my life.

Would she even let me back to help? She already told me I didn't deserve to deal with it on my own.

"Hey," Noah cupped my cheek. "What's going on?"

His voice was quiet so he wouldn't strain it.

I sniffled while refusing to meet his gaze. Even if he heard the conversation, I wasn't ready to talk about my mom yet; if ever.

"I don't want to talk about it," I shook my head in his grasp. "Please."

His thumb lifted my chin so I had no choice but to look at him as his eyes darted back and forth between mine as if he was searching for something. Eventually, he nodded but kept his grip on my face.

"Alright, but I'm here if you change your mind," he assured me.

"Why? What's different now?"

The question tumbled out of my mouth before I could even stop it. Noah let out a deep sigh before stepping away from me and letting his hand fall from my face.

"I-It's hard to explain."

I chuckled darkly and extended my hands to the side, a silent way of telling him I had the time to listen. But Noah said nothing, only gripped his tea tighter in one hand while the other ran over his face.

"Forget it," I mumbled. "You shouldn't even be talking. Matt would kill me if you lost your voice because of me. Can we just head back to the venue?"

Reluctantly, Noah nodded, and with that, I turned my back to him as I walked away.

A quick yawn fell from my lips as I loaded the last box of merch into the truck. It was a very long night and with his vocal rest and tea, Noah was able to perform tonight; not how he usually does, but no one noticed. Since I had been incredibly busy all night, I didn't have time to think about my mom but now as I walked back inside the venue, I couldn't help but think of her.

Was I a terrible daughter for leaving her?

Would she ever forgive me?

Would she ever remember me?

All the doctors and specialists I spoke to said never to think of that question, it only made things worse in the end. You couldn't dwell on the what ifs or the bad with Alzheimers, you had to relish in the good times.

A warm body slide up to me as I was aimless walking the back halls of the venue and I saw Folio smiling at me.

"I'd figure you left," I said.

"We're all still here having drinks in the green room. We couldn't find you so I came looking," he explained.

I tossed a thumb over my shoulder. "I was packing up the truck."

"Well, I've got some bad news."

That made me pull him to a stop, worry etched deep into my bones. "What is it?"

"Some members of the crew wanted to get a head start to the next city and left already. They were going to ask you if you wanted to go with them but no one could find you. I told them to go ahead, and you'd ride with us. I already grabbed your things from their bus."

I didn't know how to feel. Obviously, I wasn't mad for being left behind and I was thankful Folio thought to grab my things. I did, however, feel apprehensive about being on the same bus as Noah. Now there was nowhere to run. At least at the venues, there was a decent amount of space between us. But the small confines of the tour bus, it was inevitable it would force us to be together. Our little trip to the coffee shop earlier proved that there was still tension between us.

It didn't help that neither of us talked about what happened at the Airbnb.

I gave Folio's hand a squeeze. "Thanks."

"Come on," Folio pulled me along to the green room.

A part of me wanted to fight, the thought of crawling into my bunk on the bus sounded better but I knew right now I needed a distraction. We walked through the door seeing Nick, Jolly, and Noah in the room.

"I feel as if this is a Bad Omens only meeting," I laughed towards Folio.

He simply ruffled my hair before sitting on the couch next to Nick.

Noah was standing in front of a mirror in the room trying to undo his ear in's but he couldn't quite reach so I walked up behind him and removed them for him.

"Thanks," he said while taking them from me.

All I did was nod and was ready to sit on the couch until his hand grasped my wrist, stopping me.

"How are you doing?" Noah asked.

When we came back to the venue earlier, he tried to ask one more time what happened on my phone call but I denied him again.

"I'm fine."

I didn't mean to be cold towards him but I was exhausted after a long day, the last thing I wanted was to be asked if I was alright. I just wanted to forget. So I sat next to Jolly on the couch and actually thought about it when he offered me a beer. I said I drank little, depending on the situation, but after the day I had; more so the year, I accepted the beer with a smile of thanks.

Noah sat on the couch across from me and gave me a look that screamed apprehension.

I took a pretty large drink before setting it on the table in front of me.

"Don't worry, Noah. I won't get drunk and make you carry me back to the bus," the tone in my voice was icy.

Guilt ate away at me because there was no need for me to sound like that but the last thing I needed right now was to be judge. Especially from Noah.

"It's not that," he hesitated, thinking if he should have continued and ultimately decided not too.

I, however, was in a feisty mood so I pressed on. "What is it then? You don't want me drinking on the job?"

"Or is it an embarrasment having me drunk around you guys? Is that why you're holding that night in Chicago over my head."

Noah had a pinched expression, and his shoulders were rigid with annoyance. His knee bounced widely before he abruptly sat up from the couch and walked to the other end of the room, clearly needing a moment to cool off.

I wanted to follow to continue giving him a piece of my mind but Nick held up a hand to stop me.

"Do you even remember what happened in Chicago that night, Y/N?"

"Barley. There was this married guy flirting with me all night and when I found that out, it hit me hard so I drank," I answered Nick.

It was Jolly who spoke next. "Noah found you outside with that guy as he was trying to force you into his car. He claimed the two of you were supposed to head back to your hotel room together."

My face paled realizing what exactly Jolly was saying.

"I definitely did not have plans to go back to my hotel room with him," I informed them.

"Noah knew, so he was able to get you away from that guy," Folio finished.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That was the reason Noah held a grudge against me for that night. But that made little sense; if he saved me from whatever that asshole had planned, why did it make him so cold towards me?

"Why?" I asked while looking at him.

"You'd think I'd let you get into a car with some random asshole while you're drunk?" Noah snapped.

"No, of course not. But I don't understand why you're holding that night over my head. None of it was my fault," I defended.

Noah's jaw tightened. "I never said it was."

Suddenly, it all clicked into place. Seeing me almost put myself in danger made him so upset with me. I will be the first to admit, when I got drunk I didn't make the best choices. Hence why I decided against drinking all the time. It still didn't excuse the way he acted the way he did, but it explained why. Maybe now we could move past that night and enjoy the rest of the tour without the heated tension.

I stood to my feet and walked into his open embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around his back while laying my head against his chest.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Noah tensed for a moment before his own arms snaked around me, laying his chin on top of my head.

"You never have to thank me, angel."

[shittyassffblog]

Free Bird - Part 5

It's been a while, sorry guys. Been kinda tired lately and haven't really had that much inspiration to write but here's part 5! Lemme know if you want on the taglist! this is probably the second to last part though;/

Warnings: fingering, p in v sex, riding, missionary, fluffy falling-in-love shit

Part 4

Taglist: @concretmatilda @xxdel-inkxx @lilhobgobbler

After the mini golf was over you went over to Noah's car and drove over to a cliff to watch the stars. Noah surprised you by bringing a mattress in the back of his car and some string lights, making it cozy for you. You laid in the back and looked at the stars, talking for hours, laughing and cuddling.

"Thank you for making me feel so special." You said as you snuggled closer to Noah, the cold of the night creeping up on you. He held you, kissing you on top of your head.

"You are special to me, of course I wanna treat you accordingly." He said simply and you smiled. You really had won the lottery with him. Tears were stinging your eyes, making them glossy. Noah smiled at you and his eyes softened.

"Are you crying again?" He asked and you softly hit his chest.

"Shut up." You said and he laughed. He pulled you closer, letting you hide in his chest.

"I'm sorry babe." He said softly and you sighed happily. You looked out into the sky, appreciating the absence of clouds, the stars in clear view. Neither you or Noah spoke for a while, enjoying the silence for a bit, and you got a little lost in your thoughts.

You reminisced on the time you met Noah.

"Thanks so much, have a great day!" You said in a fake cheerful voice. The customer you just served had not been nice enough to warrant that tone, but you were pretty sure you'd get fired if you did any different. You played with your lip ring as you looked out in the store, making sure everything was in order. You saw a few shirt were unfolded so you went to fold them again.

As you finished folding you felt a presence behind you.

"Excuse me do you have this in a size large?" the person asked and you turned around, looking first at the guy, then at the shirt.

"I'm sorry sir someone just got the last one." You said, looking back at him. He had a surface piercing on his cheek and his hair was the stuff of emo dreams. You smiled at him. He was kinda cute.

"Oh okay. Do you have any other A Day To Remember stuff that you haven't stocked yet?" He asked shyly and you pretended to think about it. You knew you didn't, you had just restocked everything and you didn't remember any ADTR stuff. But he was cute, and you didn't wanna disappoint him, so you told him you would check. He followed you awkwardly until you got to the back room and you went into the break room, silently screaming. You were used to emos coming into your store, hell, it was a Hot Topic of course there's emos there's every day. But none of them were as cute as this guy and you wished you could shit ADTR merch just to make him smile. You went back out with a regrettable expression on your face.

"I'm sorry sir, everything is restocked and the sizes there are out there are the only ones we have I'm afraid. Are there any other bands you would be interested in?" You asked. You would normally never be this helpful, but this guy had you actually doing your job. It was annoying.

"I guess Bring Me The Horizon?" He asked, and your eyes lit up. He had the best taste in music, you realised.

"Yeah we just got some new shirts in, come take a look." You said, waving your hand to signal that he should follow you. He did, very closely even.

"So I like this one, definitely gonna get one as soon as my pay check comes in. But we also have older stuff over on that wall." You pointed to the left. He nodded, his eyes scanning the shirts in from of him and you looked at him. He was really cute you realised and you wanted desperately to keep talking to him, but knew that he was probably just another customer who would leave as soon as he got what he came for.

"The one you showed is pretty cool. Are you going to their show next month?" He asked, looking back at you with a small smile. You smiled back and nodded.

"Yeah, I begged my mom for weeks to get floor tickets so I can finally see them. They're my favourite band." You said and he smiled wider.

"Me too! Do you wanna go together? I mean..It's cool if you don't, you probably have other people to go with." He said, and you shook your head.

"No actually none of my friends managed to get tickets." You said and his eyes twinkled. You both went up to the till to have him pay.

"Oh okay cool. Could I like, get your number so we can meet up before? If you want?" He asked and you smiled impossibly wider.

"Yeah! 'Course!" And you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He put in his number and called himself, hanging up and then handing it back to you.

"Great so I guess I'll see you soon. Thanks Y/N." He said, waving back at you.

"Yeah, can't wait!" You said as he left the store. You quickly saved his number and sent him a text.

Now that I think about it I never got your name lol xD

+15716776132

Haha, it's cool, my name is Noah

"You were so emo back then." You said, looking up at Noah. He grinned down at you.

"You're one to talk, you would buy leggings just to cut them up every day" He laughed and you giggled.

"It was the style!" You defended and he rolled onto his back and started laughing. You scooted closer to him and threw your leg over his hips, hugging him from the side. He looked down at you, still giggling.

"I love laughing with you." You said and he smiled, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he held your jaw with his tattooed hand.

"I love making you laugh." He said as he looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. You blinked up at him as he leaned down, his lips ghosting yours. You grabbed him by then neck, slowly reaching forward to catch his lips, finally kissing him like you wanted to the entire night. You felt a warmth spreading in your body, one that made you feel utterly loved like never before.

Your lips moved against each other, no sense of urgency or haste. You were just there with Noah, holding each other as the time went by, your lips never disconnecting.

You soon needed air so you broke apart and looked at Noah like he put the stars in the sky. You never wanted to be without him, you realised. Little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

"You wanna come back to mine?" Noah asked and you nodded, wiping away some of his hair from is face. You kissed his lips once, twice, three times before sitting up and putting your shoes back on. You got into the passenger seat as Noah got in the driver's seat. He started the car and you drove back to Noah's apartment.

When you got there, you got out of your side of the car before he could come open the door for you. You didn't miss the pout on his face, so you grabbed his hand and walked with him to the door of his place. He unlocked the door and immediately you both were met with yells from the living room.

"I'm sorry I didn't know there'd be anyone here." Noah said, and you smiled.

"It's okay, we can just go watch a movie in your room." You said and he smiled back at you, nodding.

"That's a great idea. You go get comfy, just put on any shirt you'd like in the dresser, I'll go get us some snacks." He said as he kissed your hand and you blushed, hurrying down the hallway to his room. You shut the door and went to find a shirt in Noah's dresser. You chose one of his Bad Omens merch shirt and you stripped down, placing your clothes neatly in his office chair, and putting on the shirt, which fit you like a dress. You got under the covers and turned on the TV, finding Disney+.

Noah entered the room with a tray filled with various snacks and beverages.

"Delivery!" Noah said and you laughed as he set it down on his nightstand. "Let me just get into something more comfortable." He said as he took off his shirt and pants and changed into a thin loose hoodie and some shorts. He got under the covers with you, getting really close to you and you blushed a little, feeling like a teenager again. The soft touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin, the not knowing what he was gonna do next. It was all so romantic and you wished this night would never end.

During the movie you had been quiet, not knowing what to say or do. You felt Noah's hand move as it edged closer to you when it suddenly touched the side of your ass and he pulled his hand back.

"What?" You had asked and he looked at you with a definite blush on his cheeks.

"I was going for your hand, didn't expect you to not be wearing pants." He said shyly and you laughed breathily.

"Well pants under the covers don't feel comfortable." You said simply, taking his hand and placing it on your bare thigh. "You can still touch me though."

He let out a slow sigh, his hand resting stiffly on your thigh. You moved closer to him, has hand then falling into the space between your thighs and you heard his breath hitch. You smirked, suddenly not very interested in the screen in front of you.

"You don't know what you do to me." Noah said lowly and you giggled.

"Show me then." You said and he turned towards you, grabbing your face and kissing you lips. It was immediately heated, but soon turned more relaxed. You wondered if he didn't want to do anything tonight, which would be fine, but he soon ran his hand along the waistband of your underwear, holding your hip and pulling you closer. You smiled against his lips, enjoying his hands roaming your body. You hummed as you leaned more against him.

"Love your body so much. So beautiful." He said as he kissed down you neck, then back on your lips. You pushed out your chest a bit more and straddled him, grinding down onto his semi hard cock. You pulled a moan from his lips and it only got you more horny for him.

"I want you so bad Noah." You said and he growled as he gripped your ass tighter in his hands, forcing your heat down onto him.

"I wanna give you everything. So beautiful, want you forever." Noah mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You felt chills run down your spine at his words, loving how he was worshipping you. His hands moved under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down over your ass, a single finger picking up some of your wetness and smearing it all over your clit. You moaned at the feeling and suddenly you were impossibly impatient so you pulled your underwear down and off, and slid his shorts and underwear off him too.

He let you kiss him down his neck as he found a condom, hurrying it on his dick and giving it a few pumps.

"Wanna sit on my dick sweetheart? Hmm? Want me to fill you up?" He asked and you whined as you nodded, lifting yourself up. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slit and then pushing in, the feeling of him stretching your hole made you groan loudly and none of you seemed concerned with Noah's roommates. He grabbed a hold of you neck, just holding your neck and making you look at him.

"Such a good girl, taking my dick so well. Gonna make you feel so good baby." He said as you set the tempo, not wanting to have this over with too fast. He forced you to look him in the eyes as he slowly thrust into you. You whined out your moans, looking him in the eyes begging for him to go faster.

"Please baby...Fuck me." You said and he smiled. He guided your hips with one hand, making you remove yourself almost all of the way and then guiding you down onto him agonisingly slow. You whined and he got the message, speeding up his thrusts and you hugged him close, his hands grabbing your ass to hold you up as his pounded into you.

"Baby...Look at me." He said between breaths and you obeyed, looking into the dark pools in his eyes. He rested his nose on your, your breaths mingling and making you feel like one. You didn't know it now, but this is when you fell in love. This is when you were absolutely and irreversibly in love with Noah.

"F-feels so good Noah, god." You moaned and he smirked.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself cum baby, I love it when you touch yourself." Noah said and you blushed but complied, reaching a hand in between your bodies and rubbing your clit. Your moans and breaths quickened and Noah's smile widened.

"That's it baby, cum on my cock. Love it when your tight pussy squeezes me. Can barely hold it in myself when you do that." He said breathily and you smiled, resting your forehead on his shoulder to try and focus on your orgasm.

You felt it washing over you, the pleasure overwhelming as tears struck your eyes. You were so entranced in your orgasm you didn't even notice how loud you were being, but Noah didn't seem to mind. He himself was nearing his orgasm, so he grabbed your waist and rolled you over so he was on top. You paused him by placing a hand on the bottom of his neck and he looked at you with concern in his eyes.

"Use my cunt Noah." You said in an almost pleading way, your eyes big and still glistening from the tears and intensity of your orgasm. He held your cheek with one hand, the other on your hip and then started thrusting mercilessly into you until he came hard into the condom. You could feel the pulsing of his member inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and you rolled him off you, not being able to breathe. He smiled at you, almost dazed. You returned the smile, feeling absolutely satisfied.

"Fuck baby, you are really good at that." Noah said and you laughed. He lifted your shirt, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and sucked lightly on it before he got up.

"I'm gonna be right back, I really need to pee." He said and you laughed, watching his naked ass as he ran out to the en suite bathroom. You looked up into the ceiling, smiling to yourself. Soon Noah joined you again, and you rested on his chest, regaining your breath.

"Snacks?" You asked and he nodded so you sat up and brought the tray over to sit in the middle of you. You talked as you snacked, no topic to taboo or cringe or anything.

The movie's credits were playing on the screen, but neither you or Noah were much concerned with that. The tray of snacks was half empty and discarded to the edge of the bed, you were facing each other, yet sitting closely, talking about anything and everything and you felt so comfortable with him.

"So did I do good?" Noah asked and you smiled, as you nodded.

"Yeah, it was perfect." you said as you admired him. His hair tousled from your activities, his hoodie slightly askew and the sneak peak of skin from his thigh under the covers. He smiled at something you said and you couldn't stop looking at his lips.

You were so gone for this man, which scared you to death.

[desultory-novice]

I find it hilarious that kirby doesn't know how to read or write. Yet he completely understands the concept of money and how it works!

So... I had a lot to say about the "Kirby can't read" thing?!?

See, this struck me last time I saw someone bring up Kirby can't read as proof Kirby is a very young child. (1) Speaking broadly, we as a species tie age/intelligence to reading level, which, by my reckoning, is a holdover of the school system. (:cough: That or callous systems of oppression to deny various people rights based on things like money, land, freedom, gender, religion, race, etc :cough:)

A Kirby who can't read must be a Kirby who hasn't gone to school!

But wait... ..."School??"

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Is there even "school" in Dream Land? Waddle Dees seem to get put to work serving the king or guarding treasure or swinging happily across train tracks ("Oh my god, he's got airpods in! He can't hear us!") pretty much from the moment they make their first "Wanya!" In fact, Wise Waddle Dee seems to have become "wise" because...he found a book? Now, he was able to read it, but how long did it take him?? Can the other Waddle Dees read? Was Delivery Waddle Dee (?) taught to read by Wise Waddle Dee? How long did it take them to acquire this skill? They've all been there for X amount of time...

If Dream Land and Popstar as a whole has no mandatory schooling -public, private, or otherwise - can we really judge intelligence or age based on the same things we judge them on in the real world?

Another thing that made me question the logic of age = schooling was, amusingly enough, deciding to finally check out a rather FAMOUS episode of the anime...

A shame that the, erm, "feel good" ending leaves a bitter taste in the mouth now.

Anyway, the reason I went to watch the whole thing in the original Japanese was because I spotted something of interest and had to confirm it for myself...

King Dedede (at least in the anime) can't read either!

Now, Anime King Dedede also has cartoon human teeth (?) drives a ridiculously sized car everywhere, and abuses his gay snail second-in-command for "comedy" + a lot of other things we very much doubt of our beloved game Dedede. He's also portrayed as comically dumb. A little sad that the anime uses lack of literacy as an indicator that "Oh, look! He's embarrassingly stupid!" (That whole episode was Escargoon's fault. Not that I blame him, given the way Dedede treats him, but you really couldn't have just read the book aloud?!)

Anyway - because I'm me and I love to overanalyze insignificant or discarded tidbits and try to find clever ways to re-apply them in various canon - I thought about this and considered, "Yes, indeed! Why WOULD Dream Land have traditional schooling?! Why would anyone without a specific interest in books have any need develop the skill of reading in this world?" What is there TO read, even?

(Helpful road signs? All visual!)

My interpretation, at least, is that game Dedede is intelligent, if flawed. Still, he builds robots! He's good at chess! But these "smart" things are no indication he's good at reading or writing.

The note sent to Kirby in Kirby Fighters 2? We don't know Dedede wrote that. Meta Knight, who can read (...or so we assume?!?! Maybe That Book Meta Knight Was Reading on the Knoll in the Opening Cutscene for Return to Dream Land and Return to Dream Land Deluxe is a picture book!) might have written it for the two of them. Although... this puts another funny, twisty idea in my head!

We gather that, regardless of Kirby's need to read, Kirby has terrible handwriting, as implied by Kirby and the Forgotten Land. (Planet Robobot as well as various merch shows us that Kirby's not all that good at art, either.) Which is excusable, since they're writing with little nubs! Meta Knight has nubs too, but he covers them with (magical?) gloves that somehow give them better grip??

With these pseudo-hands, Meta Knight MUST be better at both letter writing and art than Kirby! Except... do we know that for sure...?

I point you to a certain Star Allies picture where Meta Knight's mirror duplicate, Dark Meta Knight, is drawing peacefully alongside Adeleine, Ribbon, and Daroach. Adeleine aside, the rest are, y'know, decent! ...Except Dark Meta Knight, who is TERRIBLE. Maybe even worse than Kirby! But...if Dark Meta Knight draws as badly as Kirby, and Dark Meta Knight is Meta Knight's mirror world duplicate...

Do you see where I'm going with this...?

(I blew out all my art skills on Apologies. Take this Kirby Meta Knight tier scribble...)

Just imagine, King Dedede boldly dictating the duo's letter of challenge to Meta Knight for the knight to write down... horribly! And King Dedede, who can't read, has no idea it's written in "Nub Scratch," nods happily that their "flawless" letter should be sent to Kirby immediately! Meta Knight, who cares about his image, does not clue him in to the truth. Neither does Kirby, who couldn't read it even if it were legible. Meta Knight's bad handwriting remains a secret that goes with him to his probably very cool-looking grave!

...

As for how money fits into the low-literacy world of Kirby, it's not hard to imagine King Dedede being responsible for that! The man loves his shinies! Assuming he wasn't born with a king's robe and crown on him, we have to accept that he dressed himself that way because he likes it! He likes being/looking wealthy and in charge. He likes gold. Maybe not as much as a certain rat, but enough.

And what is a kingdom without its own currency? ...Or maybe all those treasures in the Great Cave Offensive came with price tags and Kirby's just dutifully reporting the numbers to us?

--

(1)Young/Child Kirby is fine, btw! Honestly, some more modern content, like the concert, have been skewing in a young Kirby direction, with Kirby needing to take a nap in the middle of the show due to how late it was. As an old school fan, I still prefer my Kirby to be something unfathomably old (yet forever young at heart) or something cosmic beyond our mortal concept of age while still somehow able to be a friend to all... but that's a Dess-Lore thing!

(2) Of course, Kirby (and by association, Meta Knight) aren't natives to Popstar - Kirby being a wanderer carried on a Spring Breeze - thus, Dream Land's lack of an education system wouldn't affect whether the two know how to read or write. But I believe the same "Why does reading matter on their planet of origin?" / "Why would they have such a system?" COULD apply to them as well.

...For the humor of it, if nothing else!

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

"I love you more than you'll ever know"

2/09/2022

"check your emails" i saw the notification and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I excused myself from the meeting I was in and went outside. I remember my hands shaking.

"Mel you are there too! Thanks for your order and for choosing our services!" a forwarded message from Ticketmaster popped up on my screen. That was it! My sisters got us tickets for Harry Styles' final lot show and I couldn't believe my eyes. I was shocked.

22/07/23

I woke up in an airbnb apartment. I turned my head to the left and saw my sisters sleeping beside me. I heard voices coming from the living room and music from the bathroom. Our best friends had woken up already. "Golden" was filling the house and I took a deep breath. I was going to see Harry for the first time. I was gonna listen to his voice live for the first time. I closed my eyes and I thought "don't cry, it's only 9.30 in the morning".

That day was eventful. We almost didn't make it to the show. We had made a reservation for a car and they told us they didn't have our car. We got tickets for the train and we almost didn't catch it because it started to rain and we couldn't find a taxi to take us to the station. All I could think about was that I just wanted to be there. I was waiting for this for so long. When I had hard days during the year, I was thinking about this trip, about this show, about him.

And in a magical way, at the last moment, everything worked out. We did catch our train even if we were soaked wet and we couldn't catch our breaths. I was so happy. We started doing our make- up in the train and we met such lovely and kind people. Everyone was laughing and singing and all you could see were cowboy hats, sparkling dresses and pants, heart- shaped glasses and colorful boas. The vibes were so beautiful and in moments like this you remember how beatiful human- beings can be.

We made it to the arena, we bought our merch, we saw Wet Leg and then "Bohemian Rhapsody" started blasting through the speakers and that was the moment I realized it was happening. Tears started filling my eyes and i was content. I felt relief.

That night was the best night of my life. I had the chance to experience it with some of my favorite people on the planet and I'm so thankful for that. It was an emotional rollercoaster. I remember crying my eyes out as i was holding my sister's hand when he sang "Sign Of The Times" and then screaming at the tops of lungs the lyrics of "Medicine" and dancing with my best friends. And my tears hadn't even dried on my cheeks yet! He was spectacular. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so emotional and he made us even more emotional. His voice was angelic. The thing about H's voice is that you can't believe he can express so much emotion. He calms your fears, he makes you believe that everything is gonna be alright, he makes you feel that whatever you're feeling is important. He is a comfort hug, a kiss you need, a look that makes you feel safe.

I'm writing this today and I still can't believe I was there. It was so special. He made it special for us and we made it special for him. We make each other feel seen always.

Love On Tour Forever. 🤍

xoxo Nancy

P.S Thank you for listening

P.S 2 I couldn't imagine I would cry some much when he played "Fine Line"

[doodlesbf]

Blind child lores list

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Blind child master sword have six different weapons transformed

They have the best hearing distance than their family*chain* yet can feel the magic traps too so they'll be the one to stop their papa or big brothers from walking into it

Blind child likes to hear their family even when they do something crazy as long it's not too loud

They enjoy their family warmth since they live all their short life in a bad environment ans been raised as not a human by their fake biological father even when they were sold off but are glad to be taken in by the chain in the end

Blind child love to explore the tall grass since it have items all the time or find animals they never felt in their hands and show off their discovery to their family tho they sometimes bring in dangerous animals but blind proud of it ( chain get a shocker face every time child comes out of the tall grass with animals even dangerous one)

Blind likes to sing with or without music but it's more to a quiet type of singing since they sometimes remember their fake biological father would punish them if their too loud

Blind love wild cooking, they don't care what kind it is. They'll choose wild cooking over anything (wild pride sky rocket to hear or seen child go to him over his zelda cooking)

Child secretly like to *borrow* twilight wolf pelt, warrior scarf and sky's sailcloth to be bundle up and use as a comfort bubble if they have bad nightmares/ memories and try to clam down without the chain knowing but if the chain find out, each will check in on child in order not to trigger whatever it is that set the child to this situation

Blind child is the one to stop their big brothers from loudly arguments by taken each their hands and won't let go and blindly look to them with teary eyes "please don't fight big brothers. I'm sorry-" those big brothers will stop their argument to not let blind cry cause if they do then time will have their heads

Blind child must always hold one of the chain hands when traveling for their safety but really the chain like to keep playing the *I'm their favorite game* time isn't amused by this since he's obviously the favorite cause he's their father

Blind loves wolfie, he's fluffy and he's a very good doggie and they give him extra pets "wolfie" do some tricks for the blind child without the chain seeing but sometime the chain see and twilight "wolfie" would be modified

Blind like to train with blue and color big brothers even vio allow only blind to cuddle, green nap with blind to spend time with them as Red make flower crowns for blind and help them make one for their family but red is emotional one so one of the colors have to pull him away so they can merch back into four again before the chain comes

Blind child will secretly have sweet conversations with shadow and call him big brother too which shadow try to not melt from happiness lose his bad boy personae but blind can *see* right through it

Blind child play with wind but wind would hide behind blind when he pull pranks on the chain so blind will try take the fall for wind but chain know its not their fault but wind will still be in trouble sometimes

Blind child would randomly have a pink rabbit in their arms when it's legend turn to watch them but it's legend way to get more of the favorite vibes tho twilight and sky are glaring at him

Time and blind whenever are in town together, time would spend time with his child and of course women would aww to seen a single father with his child some try flirting with him tho time politely excuse himself and his child since he only wants to enjoy his time with his child like nothing happened

Warrior and blind would hang out together and women try to get Warrior attention by asking him of he's the father to that adorable child making Warrior blush but blind women correct the women politely and depending on the women reaction *if bad, then blind would use magic to send the women home* "if good, blind would hand the women flower that made of a crystal then hang with Warrior

Blind go to sky for naps and doesn't care were their nap spots are as long they both don't get into trouble so sky have a nap buddy

Hyrule is almost a magic teacher to blind but only on basic knowledge of magic but blind like to listen to Hyrule talk about his fairy sisters and momma the great fairy

Blind is naive but is mature to something the same time

Blind with the Fierce deity is the most adorable thing anyone can see. Since the Fierce was trapped in the mask for so long he have a hard time understanding some part morden like feelings and the understanding of those feelings so blind is like his teacher on that only privately but with the chain he's the same but can catch on to some situations or most of it. He allow only blind to call him grandpa if wind and hyrule try he call them fairy boy and boy

Blind child lore list prt.1

Hope ya enjoy ^^

[ear-worthy]

Play On Podcasts Announces Play On Shakespeare Summer 2024 Season

Play On Podcasts, is simply genius. It reimagines Shakespeare's timeless tales, featuring original musical compositions and the voices of extraordinarily gifted artists. It's remarkable that the podcast is superb in so many ways. The original music is delightful and enchanting. The acting bristles with emotive energy. The plays they re-enact are much more Laurence Olivier in Hamlet than Mel Gibson in Hamlet. The scripted plays facilitate Shakespearean humor, wit, and sarcasm to flow through them.

Most important of all, the plays are scripted in modern English verse for modern audiences. Therefore, the age-old excuse that you don't like Shakespeare because you can't understand the words has vanished. 

My first play on Play On was Othello, which began in September 2023. The play was broken up into seven episodes of about 35 minutes per episode. Then, Play On releases bonus content, typically with the playwright who reimagined the Shakespearean classic in modern verse or one of the actors.Then, Play On released the full play of Othello in one episode, which lasted over three hours. Their current series, The Taming Of The Shrew was just released during in late May. 

 The Taming of the Shrew is a comedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written between 1590 and 1592. The play begins with a framing device, often referred to as the induction, in which a mischievous nobleman tricks a drunken tinker named Christopher Sly into believing he is actually a nobleman himself. As always, in episode one of every play, Play On recommends that listeners use headphones or earbuds for the best listening experience. It's a recommendation I urge you to follow. The plays are rich in sounds that can captivate your ears. There is the dialogue -- crisp and understandable. The background sounds -- horses, wagons, merchants, nature -- can layer you into the play like being an avatar in a video game. The show has a voice and text consultant, an equipment and recording engineer, a sound effects assistant, and a production assistant. That's a lot of resources and a lot of money. As a listener, you hear that excellence.

 The music strikes at your emotions, ratcheting up intensity, fervor, and excitement. In Macbeth, the show even has a bagpipes' musician.

Play On podcasts began in April 2021 with Shakespeare's masterpiece Macbeth. It's a great play to begin with, and Play On's treatment of the classic is masterful. In my one and only foray into acting, I played Macduff in a high school play. I thought I was a solid Macduff. In Play on, an actor named Chinaza Uche played Macduff. Mr. Uche was a superlative Macduff, and I doff my hat to him. Here are their own words about Play On: "Welcome to the Play On Podcasts from Next Chapter Podcasts. This is where theater meets podcasts, combining the modern-day audio phenomenon with the power of live performance. Play On Podcasts is an epic audio adventure reimagining timeless tales, featuring original music compositions and the voices of extraordinarily gifted artists. Past seasons included Macbeth, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Love Labor's Lost. 

Next Chapter is an independent podcast production house dedicated to original, authentic storytelling. Next Chapter proudly informs us: "We are a progressive organization looking to make the world a better place, and lift up marginalized communities through the spoken word. We are a team of producers and sound designers, engineers and artists with unique experience to excel in podcast production from concept to creation."

You can subscribe to Play On Premium to get exclusive access to ad-free episodes, full plays, merch, and hear full interviews with the artists, producers, and engineers who brought it all to life.

Check out Play On Podcasts. Play On Shakespeare, the not-for-profit organization dedicated to exploring the world of Shakespeare in performance through translation and adaptation, has announced its Summer 2024 Season.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream Inferno Theatre July 20 - August 11 Translation: Jeff Whitty Direction: Giulio Cesare Perrone Location: John Hinkel Park Amphitheatre [Berkeley, CA]

More information here. Coriolanus Presented by Oregon Shakespeare Festival and Portland Center Stage Produced in association with upstart crow collective and Play On Shakespeare July 23 - October 13 Translation: Sean San José Adaption and Direction: Rosa Joshi Location: Thomas Theatre [Ashland, OR]

More information here.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream Idaho Shakespeare Festival in partnership with Great Lakes Theater August 9 - 31 Translation: Jeff Whitty Direction: Sara Bruner Location: The Idaho Shakespeare Festival Amphitheater & Reserve [Boise, ID]

More information here.

A second leg of A Midsummer Night’s Dream will take place this fall in Cleveland, OH at Great Lakes Theater.

Richard II Co-production with Play On Shakespeare and the Magic Theatre August 21 - September 8 Translation: Naomi Iizuka Direction: Dr. Karina Gutierrez Location: Fort Mason Center for Arts & Culture [San Francisco, CA]

More information here.

ACMRS Press [Arizona Center for Medieval and Renaissance Studies] has released all of the Play On Shakespeare’s translations in print (39 titles).

[anystalker707]

Nature's stress balls

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 3 500 Genre: Smut Summary: Gerard has a fixation for (y/n)'s tits... but not just them. Kind of content: Harsh / Oral fixation / Breasts fixation / Lactation kink

Requested by anon [(...) Because, I previously read your story where Gerard has a thigh kink and I loved it. I was thinking what if it was similar, but instead of thighs, it was boobs? (...)]

A/N: not proofread

People come and go in a rush to prepare everything for the concert, making it difficult to reach the vending machine by the end of the hallway, but I finally get to it. Water, 001; Pepsi, 002; Sprite...

“Excuse me,” a person says as they approach me, and if I’m not wrong, it’s the girl the band got to take care of the merch stand for today, “can you help me with the pricing of these ones, please? The paper wasn’t very clear about it.” She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two hoodies she has in hands, pretty much with the same style though one of them is open while the other isn’t.

I shake my head with a sigh as I press the buttons for a bottle of Sprite, Skittles, M&M’s and a pack of pretzel sticks and stick my hand in my pocket for the money. “Look, I have no idea, you’ll have to either find one of them or Brian, maybe Matt knows.” I stretch the bill before slipping it in the receiver.

“Aren’t you from the band’s staff, though?” She tilts her head a little, sighing heavily.

“Not really.” I shrug, watching the springs slowly roll, eventually letting the bottle then the pretzels and the candies hit the box. “I’m just with them, tagging along.”

A sharp hum comes in response as she eyes me up and down before rushing away again, in a way that only has a small smile tugging on my lips while I bend down to get my things and go off to the dressing room again.

It almost feels like it’s louder in the dressing room than in the outside, even if there are just around eight people here aside from me, those being the guys and the people to fix their makeup and outfits. Ray and Mikey are more acceptant of it, almost seeming bored while they fix them up—Mikey even has that game of his in hand and Ray tries to talk with the person helping him out—, but Gerard is coming up with something every five seconds, like usual, and I pity whoever is trying to get Frank to sit still this time.

“I’m back and I’m keeping the change as promised!” I say loud enough for everyone to hear, closing the door behind me, and go off dropping the pretzels for Mikey, M&M’s for Frank, Skittles for Ray, and Sprite for Gerard, lastly.

“You don’t get it,” Gerard sighs as he pulls away from the person, “I want it to look, like, dark red. Threatening. Not... I’ve-been-crying-for-hours.” He glares, eyebrows knitted together, and the makeup artist sighs, dipping the brush in more red eyeshadow, much to Gerard’s pleasure. “Also, thank you, (y/n),” he says despite closing his eyes for the person to apply the eyeshadow, and hum with a nod in response, leaning back against the table.

Gerard lets out a long exhale as soon as his makeup is done, nodding in approval, but not without first looking at himself in the mirror with an extreme critical look that probably only increases the artist’s annoyance. They don’t react much, though, only nodding while gathering their things to leave. Meanwhile, Gerard opens his Sprite and takes a few sips of it.

“The merch girl probably also thinks I’m useless,” I chuckle, watching a smile of entertainment tug on his lips.

“Let them think.” He puts the bottle away on the table again, chuckling as he pulls me closer and lets his head rest against my upper stomach for a moment just to pull away with a sigh and stand up. “C’mon.”

The constant need to look around and check if someone will see us walking into the restroom or a random room together turned into nothing through the time, hence we don’t even bother looking around before sneaking into the last, empty dressing room down the hallway. Gerard locks the door behind himself after pulling me into the room, and turns on the lights, not even wasting time to corner me against the closest table, humming as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve been fucking craving you.” Gerard inhales deeply, leaving soft kisses along the skin until his lips meet mine in a firm and deep kiss. He hums softly against my lips and lets his hands close tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to him to soon have his hands slipping under my shirt. “People only think you’re useless because they don’t know how there wouldn’t be any concert if I didn’t have you with me,” he breathes, pulling away so he can help me get rid of my shirt.

My cheeks burn a little not just with Gerard’s words, but also with how hungrily his eyes flicker over me, taking in every detail. His fingers hook around the straps of my bra, slowly pulling them down, and I help him with it, letting it fall enough to expose my breasts.

A soft sound comes from Gerard before his lips are pressed to mine again. This time, his hands start from lingering over my hips, slowly going up my torso until they’re cupping my breasts to softly fondle them, enough to send small sparkles of pleasure running down my spine before he’s holding me firmly in place by my hips, but it doesn’t even compare to how it feels when his lips start trailing down my neck this time, lingering around my collarbones then trailing down my chest until his lips finally latch around my nipple.

Gerard’s tongue is warm and wet around it, the rough surface pressing flat against it a couple of times, already making my breath hitch in my throat, though a proper moan only escapes my lips when his teeth graze the skin and he starts sucking on it properly. It is messy as always, of course, his tongue running over the skin around while he continues sucking, slowly making that weak tickling feeling more intense until he finally lets out a moan against me.

“Gee,” I breathe, letting my fingers tangle with his dark strands of hair, tugging on it a little just as he likes, proudly snatching another moan from him at the same time I can feel the arousal slowly pool down in my lower stomach.

“You’re so hot,” Gerard breathes, letting his lips linger against my chest on his way to my other nipple, where he repeats the process. A quiet curse escapes my lips as I look down, observing the wet ring that circles my nipple as the couple of drops of the white liquid still come from it, and then there’s more milk dripping from the corner of Gerard’s mouth. He moans against the skin, making me hum softly at the nice feeling, barely able to tug onto his strands anymore, even more with how he presses closer and buries his nose into the skin, sucking harder—

“Gerard,” I gasp with a groan, actually tugging onto his hair, which at least has Gerard releasing some of the pressure on my nipple, slowly letting it get lighter and lighter until he’s just licking the last stray droplets, finally pulling away with a couple of kisses.

“So fucking good,” Gerard sighs and presses his lips to mine, letting his tongue slip into my mouth and press down against mine, giving me some of the taste of the milk. Holy fuck. His hands finally release my hips, having been holding onto them for so long and so strongly that my skin actually misses the touch.

.

A sigh escapes my lips as I look around, sometimes taking a glance at my phone, while I wait for Gerard to leave backstage for us to go back to the hotel, and I’m about to text him about going ahead when I spot him approaching, in a fast pace, his bag thrown over his shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” I tease as he hooks his arms with mine, tugging me along with him.

Gerard scoffs and raises an eyebrow at me, letting a playful smirk tug on his lips. “Yeah, keep talking like that and you’ll see what you’ll get.”

“You’re so bad!” I roll my eyes, chuckling at the glare he shoots at me.

“You’ll see how bad it can get...” A small smile tugs on his lips, and I don’t know whether I should feel excited or not, but anticipation still buzzes under my skin as he starts taking faster strides.

The hotel isn’t bad, it’s almost perfect compared to the ones we used to stay at during the Bullets tours—with locks and bathrooms that actually work, and soft mattresses. Relief takes over me as I throw myself on the bed after having taken my shoes off by the door. Gerard smiles at me, also getting rid of his shoes then proceeding to let our bag down next to the bed, where he takes a seat, near the edge.

“So,” Gerard sighs as he shrugs his jacket off then runs a hand through his hair, pulling his strands away from his face, “I don’t think I got enough of you earlier...” His fingers play lightly with the hem of my shirt and lift it a little, enough to expose a small slice of skin which his fingers play on, tracing soft patterns.

“Oh, you never do.” I grin, containing myself from demonstrating how much I appreciate the light touches that extend themselves to my other hip. “The proof of it is how you can’t even be away from me for too long. You’d be nothing without me.” I blink, observing him for a long moment. Knowing I have certain power over Gerard always stirs something in my stomach, even if I can’t bring myself into exerting it—the want of Gerard over me already is often stronger than the will to play with him, even if it’s fun to watch him crumble under the need. Gerard knows that, above all.

Gerard’s lips slowly stretch into a grin at the same time his eyes grow darker, pupils dilating almost instantly. “You need all of it as much as I do. Now, let’s not discuss such an irrelevant detail, shall we?” He leans in and locks his lips with mine before I can even think of a response, just allowing me to sigh and hum against his lips, resting a hand on his shoulder. A soft nudge on my legs is enough for me to spread them, allowing Gerard to take place between them and press himself against me; his kiss grows deeper and more urgent, with his hands around my hips to pin me to the mattress, most likely leaving behind the marks that he enjoys so much.

I gasp for air once Gerard finally breaks the kiss, instead letting his lips trail down my neck in needy kisses, leaving behind tingly hot spots that will probably turn purple later, but for now all I can focus on is holding onto his hair while moaning softly.

Clothing by clothing hits the floor with a soft muffled sound, removed quickly and swiftly, leaving us bare against each other as Gerard continues to let his hands wander over my torso. He isn’t as fast as he was when pulling me into that dressing room. This time his mouth works between my breasts once his hands fall to my thighs, pressing down onto the skin and squeezing it, and his fingers trail down my inner thighs, and he’s going to touch me... just that he doesn’t.

A groan escapes my lips in a frustration that seems to do nothing but amuse Gerard, who grins against my skin before he lets his lips linger over my breasts instead, trailing along one of them and eventually letting his tongue press against my nipple. The feeling is enough to snatch a gasp from me at the same time I arch my back, loving and hating how sensitive it feels already, even more when his teeth sink into the skin.

“Fuck— Gerard!” I gasp, tugging on his hair harshly, enough to make him let out a loud moan, soon cursing under his breath.

“‘Bet you’ve been wet and needy since I pulled you to the dressing room earlier today, hm?” He bites on his lip for a moment while looking at me and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Thinking about what I would do to you today, since I treat you so well every hotel night, isn’t it?”

A hum comes from me as I don’t want to leave him without an answer, but just the thought of admitting it verbally already has my cheeks burning whilst my eyes drift down, away from his. 

Pride reflects in Gerard’s expression purely, having him chuckle then lean down again, burying his face between my breasts and inhaling deeply. His hands find their way to my breasts, pressing them together around his face at the same time he fondles them lightly, letting his fingers sink into the skin without really bothering to be careful. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he groans, mouthing at the skin until his lips latch once again around one of my nipples, and all the stimulation has the milk flowing easier than earlier, making Gerard and I moan at the same time.

If Gerard told me he hasn’t drunk a drop of water in months, I would believe him given all the eagerness he drinks the milk with, sucking and almost nibbling on my nipple at times, and— Fuck, my back arches, and I just can’t keep myself from closing my hands around his hair whereas pulling him closer and pushing myself against him because I fucking need more and more of him no matter if his touch sometimes feels like hot white fire. When Gerard finally pulls away, the cold air that replaces his mouth is terribly agonizing, hence a few pathetic whimpers escape my throat, fucking pathetically. My fingers are almost numb already as I loosen my grip a little.

Gerard’s amusement only grows, though, almost as if he isn’t used to it. He runs his tongue over his lips and kisses me again, humming into it, making no effort to make the kiss messy—on the contrary, he adds tongue and nibbles my lips whenever he can. He’ll be the death of me.

“Do you need me to stretch you?” His nose brushes against mine softly as he observes me through half-lidded eyes. I would tease him about being so needy, so intoxicated by it if I were able to string so many words together at once.

“No,” I mumble after a long moment.

With a hum, Gerard nods and pecks my lips before he pulls back, hooking his hands under my knees to bring my legs up a little, just enough for him to shift, his cock pressing between my folds and sending pleasure ringing up my spine, but it’s still not enough.

“C’mon, more!” I wrap my arms around Gerard’s neck, bringing him closer; all he does is to chuckle.

“Shh, patience, baby.” Gerard nuzzles me, this time giving me no opportunity to complain, rolling his hips against mine and turning the complaints that once threatened to escape my throat into moans that only grow more constant as he keeps moving his hips. The way he moans next to my ear, deep and throaty, only makes it all so much more difficult, fuck. Gerard finally stops after what feels like forever, and the next thing I can feel after his hand leaves my leg is a pressure against my entrance—finally.

The soft burning of stretching around Gerard only adds up to the pleasure of having him finally slipping inside me, to a point the moans are caught in my throat until I finally get used to it, moaning at how Gerard reaches all the right spots. Gerard’s first few thrusts are awkward and experimental, searching for the right stroke, then he finally sets a proper rhythm, not too slow nor too fast.

Gerard presses a few kisses to my neck, nuzzling and humming against the already abused skin, though it’s probably more of a distraction to his lips as he continues to fuck me so good.

“God,” Gerard groans as he pauses to bring himself up, adjusting his position to bring my legs more upon myself and around him in a way he frees his hands, and it doesn’t even take much to know what he’s going to do with them. My breasts are damn sore by now, from all the groping, fondling and sucking, but his touches still feel like heaven when he squeezes and plays with them, this time having nothing—or no one—to catch the milk, slowly soaking the mattress around me, but I still find no strength to complain, not while he continues to move his hips against mine and play with me.

My pants and moans make Gerard’s name nearly unrecognizable when it spills from my lips, but it’s still there, still a soft cry for him as I let my hands find his and close around his wrists, my fingers sinking into his skin in an attempt to help myself not squirm so much from the overstimulation around my breasts. Fuck.

Gerard only doesn’t mind about how I grip onto him until my nails scratch along his wrists, making him hiss at first, but soon come to a pause. “(Y/n)!” He clicks his tongue, glaring at me from behind his messy strands, and takes a hold of my wrists instead, holding both over my head with a single hand given how the other continues on my breast. A cry comes from me as I try to free my hands, only to receive a look from Gerard that has a shiver running down my spine at the same time the arousal pools down faster at my stomach, and my momentary silence lasts until his lips latch with my nipple again.

“Gerard,” I gasp, curling my fingers around nothing, and fuck, it feels so good. His thrusts grow faster, somehow reaching deeper, sending this nice feeling sparkling up my spine in a steadier rhythm that feels so damn good.

Gerard hums around me, his tongue soothing over my nipple between his sucking at it, still letting some of the milk trail down my side and— fuck, the staff will kill us. All the stimulation, every single feeling at once seems to melt me from the inside, to a point I’m just at Gerard’s mercy, giving up to the feeling; it’s too intense and fast, but still far from bad.

“I— Fuck, Gee, ‘m close,” I gasp, feeling this distance feeling in my lower stomach that feels impossible to be reached my myself. “Please, touch me, Gerard, touch me,” I mumble with the hope he understands anything beyond messy moans and gasps.

“Just a moment.” Gerard groans, panting as he presses his forehead to my chest, and a louder moan escapes his lips with how his hips snap forward harsher a couple of times, sinking in deep and snatching a string of moans from my lips that only extends itself further once Gerard’s thumb comes in contact with my clit. His finger presses down against it, circling it and stroking it just the right way. “C’mon,” Gerard mumbles against my collarbones, eventually pressing his face to my neck, “come for me, (y/n),” he moans with a soft gasp, already letting his hips stutter.

It doesn’t take much longer before the tight knot in my lower stomach unravels itself, sending this familiar tingling up my thighs and leaving behind this throbbing feeling between my legs, everything so fast and in that way that always has my mind stopping for seconds. Gerard’s hips roll against mine a couple of times more before he pulls away and I can feel his come on the inside of my thigh, hot and sticky.

Only Gerard’s pants along with mine cut through the thick silence of the room, our chests heaving up and down as we slowly catch our breaths. Gerard’s grip around my wrists becomes loose at the same moment my thighs start to give up around him, our bodies now relaxing from all the tension they have been put through and seeking for comfort.

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tagging list: @lubbockshusband | @trans-ylvania | @newgirlinhell

[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past Chapter 42: Mission Possible Part 1

"Seriously, where are you taking me?" Tadashi laughed as his brothers led him down the school hallways with a blind fold on his face.

"You'll see," Hiro said, as he opened a door.

Tadashi heard an odd humming noise, as if a generator was being turned on.

"Okay, okay. You've had your fun, but I got my finals to work on-" the blind fold was ripped off his head and he stood in front of Varian's portal. On the opposite side was a Japanese shrine. The mid morning sun streaming through the autumn leaves contrasted with afternoon sunset outside the lab's window.

"Ta-da!" Varian proclaimed as he stood proudly next to the machine.

"What's this?" Tadashi asked.

"I got the spatial portal working again!" Varian explained.

"And, to test it out, we're going to volunteer you." Hiro smugly said.

"Yeah... nooo thank you." Tadashi shook his head. "Finals are coming up and I don't want to be stranded halfway around the world."

"Not even to see Grandma?" Hiro asked.

Tadashi looked at him in surprise.

"We opened a portal to Kyoto." Varian confirmed. "It's a few blocks off from her address, I'm still going to have to tweak some things, but you could take the bus there easy."

'Really?" Tadashi said. "You mean we can just go see Baba whenever we want to?"

"So long as the authorities don't catch us, yeah." Varian replied.

Baymax waddled forward carrying a duffle bag. "We've packed you an overnight bag."

"It's already got your passport and some yen in it." Hiro said.

"Along with some clean clothes and your allergy medication." Baymax finished.

"We'll pick you up at these same coordinates Monday morning before class." Varian informed him as he ran around the lab, checking the portal's readings.

Tadashi took the duffle bag from Baymax with a disbelieving smile slowly forming on his lips. "This is for real... wait. Aren't you guys coming?"

"Someone has to stay here and work the portal. Also I may have promised Karmi that I'd help her study for her biochemistry final."

He sheepishly grinned at that statement and Tadashi flashed him a wry smile. "Finals, huh?... suuurrre. Just don't have too much fun 'studying'." He winked.

"Come off it." Hiro said as he gave his brother a playful shove.

"What about you, Varian?" Tadashi asked.

"I'd love to see Japan, and maybe next time I will, but I already promised Fred and Mole that I'd go to some sort of comic book convention with them this weekend."

"You go on and have fun." Hiro said as he led Tadashi to the portal. "And tell Baba that we love her and will see her later."

"Thanks guys. This means a lot to me." Tadashi said as he blinked back tears. "I'll see you on Monday!" He called back to them as he ran through the portal and waved them goodbye.

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"Why am I here again?" Gogo asked.

"Because you wanted an excuse to get out of helping Wasabi and Honey Lemon clean HQ." Fred pointed out.

Gogo popped the bubble gum she was blowing. "Yeah, and I'm begining to regret it. Scrubbing toilets would have been better than this."

She gestured at the convention center in front of her where people were decked out in costumes and geek memorabilia.

"Oh come on Gogo. Think positive. There might be something here that you would enjoy." Varian said, as he read the itinerary. "Look, see, right here. They got sword fighting and maylee matches on the green. Now tell me, seriously, wouldn't you like to wack people up side the head with a foam club?"

"Nope."

"Okaay... What about kickboxing? They have a weekend long torment."

Gogo paused and seriously considered the matter. "Where's the sign up at?"

"See I told you, this would be fun." Fred gloated.

"Okay, so they got one cool thing here. Don't go off the deep end and buy me a bunch of weeb merch or something alright."

"Well of course not," A snobbish voice came from behind him. "A refined lady such yourself deserves more than cheap plastic knick knacks. Like expensive jewelry, or a mink coat."

Gogo was unamused "Mole, what did we talk about?"

"What!? I'm staying six feet away, just like you asked." Mole defended.

"What are you dressed as?" Varian asked as he took note of Mole's costume. He looked like a skunk, but Varian couldn't figure out why any one would dress as such an animal.

"I'm The White Stripe. He's the Fearless Ferret's arch nemesis. I also got the exclusive first edition Fearless Ferret comic. I'm going to get Timothy North to personally sign it!"

"No way... Timothy North is here!?" Fred gasped. "He hardly ever comes to conventions! Oh, this year's superhero convention is going to be the best!"

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"Thank you, Kim, for helping me set up my table." Timothy North said, as he leaned on his cane.

"Oh no big, Mr. North." The young woman said as she placed a cardboard box upon a plastic folding table. "Ron wanted to come to the convention anyway."

"Yeah, ugh, and this way we get in free! Huff..." A young man behind her said, as he carried a stack of much heavier boxes and dumped them on to the ground. "Phew.... This is hard work. Ruffus! Hit me with a Bueno Nacho break."

A mole rat popped out of his pant's pocket, gave him a thumbs up, dived back into said pocket, then scurried back out, carrying a bag of chips. He stopped at Ron's shoulder, opened the bag, and tossed a chip into his waiting mouth, before eating one for himself.

"Yummm, yup, I am so glad Bueno decided to expand into the fast food gig. Now I can have nacos on the go."

"But you already carry nacos everywhere you go?" His girlfriend said.

"Yeah, but this way it's less messy. No more cheese leaking in my pockets. Right Ruffus?"

The mole rat on his shoulder nodded enthusiastically in agreement before taking another bite out of another chip.

Kim rolled her eyes and pulled out a stuffed animal made too look like ferret. "Where you like for me to put this, Mr. North?"

"Oh you can set it anywhere. In fact, I can do the decorating. Why don't you two go and have some fun? Surely there's something here at the convention you're wanting to see?"

Kim shurgged, "I'm mainly here for Ron, and to get my mind off finals."

"Ah, college thesis time, huh?"

Kim nodded. "I have to write my doctorate's dissertation on Political Economics. Then it goes to peer review and... ugh."

Kim nervously bit her thumb. Ron placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry KP, you got this. You'll do fine. You always do. Hey, in the mean time let's check out some of these food fusion stands they got. Noodle Burger, hotdog sushi, and something called a Yaki Taco? Hmm... Oh wait! It's Teriyaki Tacos. I get it now!"

Kim gave her boyfriend a grateful smile and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Well, I am a little hungry." she admitted, as they walked over to the food court.

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"Alright, game plan." Fred announced as they entered the main convention hall. "We need to get autographs from Miracle Maiden, The Fearless Ferret, and Captain Fancy, and there's already lines forming, so we need to figure out the best orde-"

"Here are your autographed memorabilia sir." A stout, bald gentleman in a tux interrupted. He was carrying arm loads of toys and merch.

"Ah, thank you Geeves." Mole said. "You can take those back to the mansion and have the rest of the day off. I shan't be needing anything more today. I believe."

"Thank you sir." The man gave a half bow to the teens, and then left.

"You cheated!" Fred whined.

Mole only rolled his eyes. "Please. I'll still get to meet everyone. I just didn't want to hold up the line. Anyways I'm heading to Timothy North's booth first." With that he waved the vintage comic book in his hand and started to walk away.

Fred was fuming. "Alright, new game plan! We need to gather all three autographs before Mole does."

"We?" Gogo echoed.

"Okay, okay, I mean 'I', now will you please help me?"

Now it was Varian's turn to roll his eyes. "Fred, I thought you and Mole weren't going to fight anymore."

"We're not fighting." Fred insisted, "I just need to collect more nerdy stuff than him so that I can rub it into his face before I can rub it into mine."

Varian and Gogo exchanged skeptic looks. Fred ignored them.

"So, Varian you got your issue of Miracle Maiden, right? Well then you get in line to meet Lima Lopes and have her sign that. Gogo, you go with Mole to and have the Fearless Ferret sign.. umm.. uhh. sign... oh have him sign your convention itinerary. And I'll have Henry Reeve sign my exclusive original Captain Fancy fancy-pants!"

He lifted up his shirt to show the comically short puffed pantaloons underneath. At least this time he had gratefully decided to wear regular jeans under them this time.

Varian sighed and gave Gogo a hapless shrug. She rolled her eyes, but followed after Mole towards the Fearless Ferret booth without further complaint.

Fred jumped for joy and rushed over to the Captain Fancy booth. Varian could see him tormenting the poor embarrassed actor with said shorts, as he neared the end of his own line.

The elderly lady sitting at the booth didn't even bother to look up from the paperwork she was signing. As Varian neared she only held out her hand expectingly, and in an annoyed voice rattled off prepared speech. "Autographs are $60 dollars, $80 for merch, no photos." 

"Umm..." Varian dug into his pocket. He was put off by the woman's demeanor but even more surprised by the price. Varian couldn't imagine paying so much for someone's signature. Not even for someone really cool, like Flynn Rider. Oh well, it was fred's money to spend, not his.

While Varian dug in his pockets for the cash Fred had given him, the woman grew impatient and started to grab the empty air repeatedly. When nothing was forthcoming, she gave a deep sigh and finally looked up. Then her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Wait.... I know you."

"You...you do?" Varian stuttered, confused. He was sure that he had never met the aging actress before.

"Yes!" She stood up suddenly and grabbed a prop spear that was on display next to her. "You are a warrior!"

"W-warrior?" Varian began to back away, but the older lady excitedly hooked her elbow around his own.

"It is written all over you. I can not tell you how refreshing it is to meet another like myself. Oooh... tell me of the battles you've been in! How many enemies have you slain?"

"Battles!?" Varian stiffened. Who was this woman? What did she know? "Umm... I'm afraid you're... you're mistaken. I've not slain anybody."

"But you have the mark?"

"The mark?"

"Yes!" She gently touched the tip of her spear to his hair stripe. Both began to glow.

Varian gluped.

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Ian Williams scanned the crowd of convention goes with contempt; assessing their threat level and dismissing them almost immediately.

"You know, Kim, the Noodle Burger was too crunchy, but I think they really have something here with this Yaki Taco..."

He overheard one particularly annoying blonde haired man say just a little too loudly.

Ian rolled his eyes. That one was particularly incompetent. No, he needed an opponent that would give him a challenge. One that would put his name on the map...

That's when he spotted a familiar goggle-headed teen.

"Perfect." Ian whispered, before slipping his helmet over his head.

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"I see you decided to go the minimalistic and route this year, Tim." A smiling, tall, thin man said as he leaned against a lifesize cardboard cutout of himself. Said cardboard cut was dressed in a superhero outfit with a giant letter F on the front, and was considerably younger, with less gray hair, than the real man standing beside it, but there was no mistaking that they were one in the same.

Mr. North fought back a groan. "I see you're as ostentatious as ever Hank."

The taller man gave a hearty laugh, much to Mr. North's annoyance. He then went back to manning his own booth. 

"One autograph, please." A short preteen said, as he neared the table. 

He was dressed in a skunk costume and was waving a Fearless Ferret comic. 

Behind him was an older teen. She has no costume but was wearing a pair of roller skates for some reason. She seemed totally disinterested in Mr. North and the Fearless Ferret as she popped her bubblegum. 

She pulled out a copy of the convention's itinerary and, without a word, tapped the kids shoulder with it. 

The preteen grabbed it from her. "Make that two autographs, if you would." 

Mr. North forced a smile and tried to make polite conversation. 

"Ah, issue one I see. Quite the rare one." 

"The rarest." The preteen grinned. "It took forever to find a copy."

"And whom should I make it out too?" 

"Richardson Mole." 

The girl behind him gave a fake cough. 

The kid rolled his eyes. "Oh and the second one is for Fred." 

Mr. North shrugged. It was an unusual name for a girl but not unheard of. 

As he was finishing signing however, Mr. North heard a loud scream coming from the other end of the autograph booths.

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Varian screamed as a giant hand made of pink glowing energy materialized out of thin air and wrapped around him. He was lifted several feet off the ground as he kicked and squirmed against the energy construct.

An evil laugh sounded from behind him and Hardlight flew onto the scene on top of his hover disk.

"It's time for Round Two, Varian." He gloated. "Let's see how well you do without your little superhero buddies to help you out."

"Oh no, you don't!" Lima yelled and hurled the prop spear at the supervillain. It glanced off the side of his helmet, cracking the dark reflective glass. As it did so, the glowing hand dissipated and Varian started to fall.

Kim witnessed the entire exchange. She didn't know any of the people involved in the fight, but as soon as she saw the boy fall she jumped into action.

She hopped up onto a stand, grabbed the end of a banner, and swung to catch the teen.

"Wooah!"

"Are you alright?" She asked as they landed safely on the floor.

"Yes... th-thank you." The boy stuttered.

"Oh, it's no big." She dismissed.

"But you could tell us why tall, dark, and glowing over there is after you," Ron said as he joined them.

"Thaaast's a long story." The teen said as she nervously shuffled his feet.

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Hardlight didn't pay attention to his prey escaping his grasp. He was too busy seething at the impertinent old woman before him.

"You dare." he hissed at her.

"Oh, I dare." She smirked as she cracked her knuckles and took up a defensive position.

Hardlight wouldn't be made the fool of!

He conjured up a giant shark made of light. The convention goers screamed as the shark flew through the air, its jaws as solid as steel, chomping after them.

The old woman yelled an unintelligible battle cry, jumped up to meet the creature made of light, and wrapped her arms around the fake shark's mouth, snapping and holding its jaws shut as it tried to wiggle out of the chokehold.

Hardlight couldn't believe what was happening. "What the-"

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Mr. North shared a knowing look with his friend Hank.

"Here you go, kids." He said, shoving the autographs back at the two teens. "On the house. I need to see a man about a... uh… thing."

And with that, he grabbed his cane and hobbled away quickly behind a curtain.

Hank followed after him moments later.

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Gogo didn't pay any attention to the celebrities' hasty retreats. She was too busy pulling out her phone, as she skated to a more secluded spot.

'I called the gang already.' Said Fred's text.

"Ok, I'll join you shortly.' she replied back.

She skidded to a stop inside an empty panel room and pressed the button to call her super suit. She didn't notice Mole following her.

"wooo... huff... boy are you fast, dreamgirl." He huffed as he leaned against the door to catch his breath.

"Mole! What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"Uh... it's called the buddy system!" He admonished. "You need to stick with someone when there's an emergency situation. Everyone knows that duh."

Suddenly a rocket flew through the open window of the room.

"What's that?" Mole asked.

Gogo groaned.

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"So let me get this straight," Kim grunted as she kicked a light creature away. This one looked like a jellyfish with stinging tentacles. "You're a superhero, and the weird glowy guy is your arch nemesis?"

"I'm not a superhero," Varian complained as he tossed a spare chimball at another jellyfish. It dissipated into fog. "My friends are the superheroes, and this guy just shows up from time to time causing trouble. I don't know what his deal is."

"Either money or ego... usually it's money," Ron commented as karate chopped a light eel in half. "Though sometimes it can be both. What I don't get is the underwater theme here. You'd think with light monsters he'd go with something more 'airy' like birds, oh, or aliens!"

Varian threw another chimball. The light squid chasing after him froze in place and then shattered on the ground. "So what about you? Are you two heroes?"

Kim seemed a little embarrassed by the insinuation. "Oh, no, not really. Just think of us as a couple of good Samaritans."

"Though, considering how many times we saved the world, we kind of are," Ron added, as Rufus hopped off his shoulder to stomp on a light crab running at his feet. "Good job buddy." He congratulated the mole rat as he scooped him up and placed him back in his pocket.

Varian threw a third chimball, this time aiming for Hardlight's energy disk. Hardlight saw it though and dodged out of the way. The chimball splattered on the ground in a sticky puddle.

"Don't think that you forgot about you." Hardlight hissed and hurled what looked like a giant pink killer whale at him. Varian stumbled back. Then suddenly Lima jumped in between him and the whale and punched the light creature in the snout.

"Arrgh! De volta às profundezas salgadas com vocês!" She yelled as she wrestled with the oversized monster.

"Wow... Grandma gots some moves." Ron commented.

Varian desperately dug into his pocket. "Uhh... guys... I think that was my last chimball."

"Look Out!"

He ducked as Kim punched another eel. She shook her hand. "These things are tougher than they look."

"It's hard-light energy," Varian explained. "It solidifies photons into hard matter using supercooled rubidium."

"Cooled?" Kim asked, picking up on the science a little bit. "I'm not a chemist, but would heat destroy them?"

"You mean like turning the heater on?" Ron asked.

"Probably something much hotter than that," Varian said.

"Like what?" Kim asked.

"Yaaahh-Hoooo! Fredzilla to the rescue!" Fred yelled as he jumped into the fray, breathing fire at the light creatures.

"Like that," Varian answered.

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"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmyg-"

"Mole."

"Ohmygosh. You're Big Hero Six!"

Gogo sighed. "Mole."

"Well one of them at least. This Is so cool! Ugh, could you not be any more perfect?"

"Mole!"

"What!? I'm still maintaining the six-foot rule."

Gogo rolled her eyes as she placed her helmet on her head. "Not that. You do understand that you can't tell anyone about this, right?"

"Oh.. oh, mum's the word. I promise." Mole said as he made a zipper motion over his mouth.

"Good. Then I need you to stay here where it's safe." She said as she grabbed her disks.

"Oh, b-but I want-"

"No buts. Stay." She ordered before skating away.

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Hardlight was not having a good time. He had expected a one-on-one battle with Varian, and maybe to have Big Hero Six show up at the last minute. He had not counted on fighting a suicidal granny with super strength and a couple of ninjas as well. He was particularly annoyed that one of those ninjas was the blonde-haired guy he had dismissed earlier. Ian hated being wrong. Hated it.

Just to rub salt into the wound, another BH6 member arrived on the scene and knocked his hover disk out from under him with a throw of her discus.

"Oooff... you think that's funny?" He grumbled as he got up. "Six against one? Well, Let me even the odds."

He pressed some buttons into his gauntlet and his light creatures disappeared. Only to be replaced by a giant pink octopus with eight fat tentacles.

"Eww. Gross." Kim complained as one of the tentacles grabbed hold of her.

"Kim!" Ron chased after her, only to get captured by the tentacles as well.

Varian and the annoying elderly lady got snatched up next.

"Hahahaha! Now, who's outnumbered?" Hardlight gloated, as another tentacle chased The Speed Queen around and Lizard Guy tried to fight off another.

"You are, foul fiend!" a voice called out.

Hardlight looked up in surprise to find a man floating in midair, seemingly without any equipment. He was dressed in an absurdly pink and purple suit, with an F on the chest and stupid-looking old-fashioned pantaloons in place of pants.

"Who the heck are you?"

"Eeeep! It's the real Captain Fancy. In the flesh!" Lizard Guy squeaked as he jumped out of the way of another tentacle.

"I knew he was real! I knew it!" A short kid dressed as a skunk yelled from the sidelines. Speed Queen nabbed him before a tentacle could grab him.

"And don't forget his friendly rival, the Fearless Ferret." Came another voice, and before Hardlight knew what was happening, another man, dressed as a ferret, snuck up behind him, grabbed one of his gauntlets, and gave him a swift kick in the side.

The gauntlet came off as Ian fell on his back with a hard grunt, and the light octopus faded away. 

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"Mr. North?" Kim asked as righted herself.

The Fearless Ferret winked at her and put a finger to his lips.

"Well, it's about time you two showed up." The older woman said.

"We had to change." Captain Fancy defended as he landed. "Not everyone is as flippant about revealing their secret identities as you are, Lima."

"Oh my gosh! You're the real Miracle Maiden!" The guy dressed as a lizard yelled.

"Uh... guys... I hate to break up the superhero reunion, but the bad guy is getting away." Ron interrupted.

"I'm on it." The girl in yellow armor said. She tossed another discus and it split into two, with a rope attached in the middle, and wrapped around the fleeing supervillain.

She then started to skate over to retrieve said villain when the whole building started to shake.

"It's an earthquake!" The kid in the skunk costume screamed and the gathered crowd started to panic once more.

While the costumed heroes rushed to help people escape outside, Kim and Varian and to help the girl on skates up.

That's when thick vines burst through the ground and began to wrap around everything they could latch on to.

"Uh oh."

"What is it?" Varian asked.

"My arch-nemesis." Kim gulped.

[sameglasses]

i'm sure many people talked about it before, but i actively hate how the ts crew deals with ads, merch, or even basic communication and i need to rant about it too a little (the rest's under the cut, i didn't think i'd be that long but here we are lol)

there's another youtuber that i admire a lot more for this. half his channel is "regular" videos on pokémon strategy, and the other half are livestreams, let's plays, best-of etc (his name is Fildrong btw, if you're speaking a little bit of french and you like pokémon go check out his content, he's super funny) this dude knows how to run a channel, and it shows; he always keeps in touch with his fanbase, letting them know what comes next for videos, let's plays, merch, bigger projects, etc. he reaches out to artists whenever he needs to and pays them decently by the way, he lets the fans know when he's going to have some rest, etc etc. you know, basic stuff

and you wanna know the best part? he's doing this alone. he makes collabs with friends or artists, obviously, and he has an editor for his best-of only, but he runs most of his channel on his own

Thomas and his team don't get this; they're not a group of small creators anymore, they're running a whole business, and it hurts to see a business this big doing it worse than some dude doing more "modest" content on his own (depends on the videos tho, i don't think a roadtrip throughout Europe on a bike is what you could call "modest") (yes, Fildrong did that. twice. the absolute madman)

they're trying to capitalize on a series that's slowly dying because of the lack of communication, or even respect for its fans. i don't think Thomas himself is that invested into it anymore, but i'd much rather him telling us that than trying to make as much money as possible without making actual content. hell, if he even wants to cancel sanders sides altogether for any reason, i'm fine with it!! i'd be disappointed for sure, but at least he'd stop the massacre and do a Cartoon Therapy 2.0

you could claim that because Fildrong has a much smaller fanbase, it's easier for him to communicate with his fans, and to that i'll answer: Markiplier someone else made the same comparison (i can't remember the url, wave if you're here buddy), but Mark doesn't have this problem either; he also keeps in touch with his fans, to let them know about his next project, a little about what's going on in his life, sometimes, when he's going to take some vacations etc, because he knows what he's doing. and he's one of the most popular youtubers ever

what's their excuse to just even tweet "hey sorry for the delay, the next episode is going to take some time" or something like that?? while we would be thrilled to see new content, we'd appreciate even more honesty. the last video made me feel like being taken for an idiot that would willingly give their money away for some over-priced bullshit because look!! a totally new sanders sides video!!!! not a tasteless ad disguised as actual content at all!!!!!

(and yeah, i know the team isn't responsible for the price of the plushies. i'm still allowed to complain about it bc yeah i guess they're kinda cute, but i'm not spending so much money for this) (i don't even think they ship those in my country anyway)

[maeum-your]

PARK YOU | profiles 1

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🔮y/n

senior. studies hard bc she has to and not bc she enjoys it. all she wants is harry potter merch (but not official one bc "f*ck j.k. rowling"), a cat and good mental health. her life slogan is "eat the rich" and that definitely includes park jongseong. will absolutely cry if she doesn't get 100% on a test (trauma response ig) and normalizes blaming everything on jay.

the rest below the cut

🔮chaeryeong

senior. obsessed with anything astrology and stars. will use her being a gemini as an excuse to be mean and will probably have to find out your sun, moon, and rising sign before even asking your name. has a serious daydreaming problem and never knows what's going on. says "why does no one want to date me?" but then continues to reject everyone. "babes."

🔮sunoo

senior. y/n's best friend but if you ask him he'll tell you he's also her mom. absolutely loyal to her and will defend her if needed but tries to keep her in check as well. his hair is so fluffy because, as the therapist friend, he knows everyone's secrets and will not hesitate to utilize them against you if you cross him so better watch out. uses twitter to document everything his friends do.

🔮jungwon

sophomore. all he wants to do is dance. y/n's little brother that she would absolutely kill for. has to meditate to calm down his breathing whenever she forgets they have a dog. doesn't know how he ended up in his sister's friend group but they all love him and let him get away with everything so he can't complain. lazy but super intelligent and just as sarcastic. surprisingly hard to get to know despite his cute first impression, probably bc of childhood trauma, ya know the drill.

🔮ningning

senior. eat the rich pt. 2 but actually does it. desperately looking for a sugar mommy but feels no remorse in emptying a man's wallet. pretty feet (but you did not hear that from me) and uses that to her advantage. constantly invites the group out to dinner and is basically their sugar mommy lol. if you ask her how she's able to afford so many things she'll tell you she's a freelancer.

🔮jimin

senior. sometimes questionable how she even has friends bc she hates EVERYONE and EVERYTHING except for volleyball. would have quit that too a few years ago if she hadn't discovered haikyuu. doesn't know if she wants to be like tooru oikawa or be with him. despite her cold image is actually kind of a softie and will always have your back. but be prepared for some harsh blows bc miss jimin does. not. sugarcoat. her. words.

uploads: monday-friday at 7 a.m. KST

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@sophiko22

[escapenightmare]

WHAT GROCERY SHOPPING WITH THEM IS LIKE.

― izuku, shoto, katsuki, hitoshi, momo, denki x gn!reader

cw. mentions of food note. can you tell i'm running out of ideas?

izuku midoriya ―

probably the most chill and helpful. and that's saying a lot.

adds small stuff he thinks you'll need into the cart (aka your favorite snacks, cereals and drinks) when he thinks you aren't looking. spoiler ; you were looking.

holds your hand throughout because he wants to be close to you.

tries to get all might merch that he doesn't have.

gets all pouty if you say no.

but will bounce right back when he sees something else he wants to get.

"y/n! can we get that, please?" this - 🥺 is literally his face

wants to carry the bags by himself but will let you carry just one bag if you ask him to let you.

shoto todoroki ―

please help this baby. has no clue what to do. and asks a lot - and i mean, A LOT of questions; "am i supposed to push the cart?" "what's this for?" "do you think we need this?" "why are they standing inside the cart?" "do we need to buy this too?"

honestly he's just clueless and adorable. tries to buy a lot of expensive stuff and his reasoning is; "i'm using the old man's credit card."

i don't see how that's unfair 🚶🏽‍♀️

hands held the entire time.

tries to buy everything and he doesn't even know what half of the stuff are.

gets excited by everything even if he doesn't show it.

100% gets bath bombs just because it looks nice.

katsuki bakugou ―

lmao good luck getting him to go with you 💀

even if you get him to come with you, he'd be complaining the whole time.

when you tell him he can just leave, he's like "no way am i leaving you here with all these extras around."

ALWAYS checks whether or not what you buy has expired— as he and everyone should.

also sneaks spicy food inside the cart and pretends he didn't just do that.

does not cooperate at all- you'd ask him to go to another isle and get something while you got something else but he does not budge, he'll just be standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️ while you'll be like 👁👁❓

follows you around all while complaining.

hitoshi shinso ―

just, does anything you ask him to with no question.

you asked him to get something and he said okay.

but then he gets distracted by cats outside the store.

you almost forget him 🗣 and you go all the way to the cashier when you realize he never came back from going to get a tissue pack.

he doesn't even reply when you text him so you have to go around the store looking for him.

and then you see him through a window; standing outside, petting a kitten.

other than that, he's chill.

but- "can we take that cat home, y/n?"

momo yaoyorozu ―

you already know she's gonna buy a lot of expensive stuff.

would buy stuff you don't even need, her excuse is, "but y/n, we never know when you need a bazooka that shoots glitter grenades!!"

buys the most expensive stuff claiming they're better than the cheaper ones.

which i mean, is true when it comes to like 99.9% of stuff-

would most likely buy anything you look at, thinking you want it.

like, you could look at one of those beds on display while walking in a mall and she'd steer you into the store and buy it.

holding hands while walking around,,

tbh the highlight of grocery shopping with her is going to a cafe or something after the shopping spree and getting to buy the most expensive and tasty treats.

denki kaminari ―

runs around everywhere trying to buy everything.

he even sees those cute outfits for puppies and wants to buy one even if he doesn't own a pet of any kind (because he's too irresponsible to take care of one.)

annoys everyone in the store - including you if you're not as adhd as he is - by how loud and excited he is just because he got to go grocery shopping with you.

once he's calm; he'll willingly go get whatever you ask him to. but he tries to not-so-subtly put some stuff he wants to buy inside the cart without you seeing. you either put them back once he's distracted or you just keep it.

you know that one person who switches the bags to one hand to hold your hand when you go to take the bags from them?

he's definitely that one person.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Adorable - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing, slice of life, Bakugou kinda ooc but still lovable

Summary: Honestly it’s just some scenarios of Bakugou and Y/N being an adorable couple. It’s also just some moments in their lives as a couple

“Annnddd....done!” You squealed as you got your setup ready. You were currently setting up a cupcake tower on a table after you spent days baking. UA needed some funds so they set up a little event to raise money. Students could either participate in raising money or giving money and Y/N chose to do a little cupcake sale to help out. What a sweetheart.

“It looks amazing Y/N,” Mina said as she tried to grab a cupcake. You smacked her hand away before she snatched one. “Ow!”

“Those aren’t free Mina, they’re important too.” You explained as you picked up a stack of flyers to pass out.

“I know they’re important! They’re gonna save my life! I didn’t get to eat breakfast and I’m starvingggg.” You laughed at your best friend before you took a few steps away from your table to pass out the papers.

“Well unless you pay for it, you can’t have it. Besides, I put a lot of work into them. I spent a week in the kitchen and I just spent 4 hours setting up the table. Cant let them go to waste and just give ‘em for free.” you said as you gave away the flyers.

What you didn’t realize was that behind you at your table, Bakugou and Kirishima had stumbled upon your cupcake table and silently went in to grab one. Unfortunately, they weren’t the most graceful and tipped over your entire setup. They looked at each other in shock and quickly scrambled to fix their mistake as you were distracted. The boys picked up the table and quickly went to gather the cakes.

“I put a lot of time into them. There’s sugar free, dairy free-“

“Do you have any that are just free free? I’m really hungry.” Mina whined and you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a cupcake if you help me with the sale. You can make sure the table stays neat and tidy!” you bargained to which Mina agreed. However, as you said that, Bakugou had tipped the table again after he bumped into it while picking up cupcakes and Kirishima gave him a look that screamed ‘duuudeee seriously?!’ As he was on his knees picking up the sweets.

“Hey, maybe we can get Bakugou and Kirishima to help us too!” Mina offered.

“Ehh, I don’t know. They’d probably just want to eat everything,” you warned as you hung up one flyer.

“I doubt they’d put food in their mouths if it meant helping the school.” She tried to defend them but behind your backs, the boys panicked when they didn’t know what to do and just stuffed the cakes in their mouths. They left evidence all over their hands and face.

“Well, let’s get this bake sale started!” You said and when you both turned around to face your table, you saw it on the ground along with a few cupcakes. The rest of them were in the hands and mouths of Kirishima and Bakugou as you both watched them continue to chow down on the desserts. Once they noticed you guys staring they froze, dropped the cupcakes, pointed towards each other, and spoke with full mouths at the same time.

“.....he did it.” They both said with frosting and cake all in their hands, mouths, and faces.

—

Here’s the situation. Y/N has been directed to keep a low profile due to her being targeted by a few villains. She wasn’t down for that especially since her and Bakugou were a duo. She knew Bakugou could handle himself but it made her feel better knowing they were both looking out for each other on the field. And so, to keep fighting by his side, she went under an Alias hero name, Blaze, and gave herself a new look for the time being. She wore a very subtle and natural wig, different makeup, and wore a bandana mask that covered half her face.

Bakugou of course knew who she was, along with the rest of the former students in 1-A, but they went along with it so that Y/N can continue to fight. Unfortunately, “Blaze,” grew popular as people began to notice Bakugou’s “new” hero partner and eventually, the duo got an interview that wanted an inside scoop on all things Blaze. So here we are at that interview.

“You know Dynamight, I think I like this new partner better than H/N,” the interviewer said. Bakugou and the rest of 1-A grew a shocked and fearful look on their faces once those words left the poor man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Y/N aka Blaze said.

“Well, Blaze, I think you just have this special something that H/N never had. And, I think you’re more talented than her.” Ironic since the man is speaking to the same girl just with a different name. Once he said that though, the former students all grew shocked faces that were the embodiment of “😧😯” as they awaited for Y/N’s reply.

“Heh...what?” Y/N laughed trying to play it off and not be detected, “H/N is brilliant. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Y/N said with a slight smile but 100% attitude. Bakugou looked at his girlfriend with hesistant eyes as he was worried she would kill the man.

“I think I do,” the man started, “see, you just bring this fresh new look for Dynamight that H/N never brought.”

Bakugou was pissed this man was talking about his Y/N like that but he was in the eye of the public and had to keep a cool cover and so he quickly jumped to try and save this interviewer from Y/N’s wrath.

“H/N was also fresh! Heh..some might even say that H/N and Blaze have the same amount of ..fre-freshness.” Bakugou tried to counter but the man kept going.

“Well in my opinion, Y/N L/N wasnt an impactful or important part of your success at all. She was overrated.” And Bakugou’s face grew worried and shocked as his head snapped towards Y/N to gaze her reaction.

“Huh! What do you know?! You don’t fight villains or save lives!” Y/N aka Blaze said as she stood from her seat and walked towards the man. “You just sit there with your over-gelled, swoopy hair as you read and ask stupid questions off of stupid cards!” She said and took the cards out of his hands and threw them at the man.

Bakugou was quick to stand and try to take the attention away from the scene. “Hey uh..my-my team will be coming out with new Dynamight merch so stay tuned for that!..heh...”

“And another thing,” Y/N said as her intense stare never left the interviewer’s. “H/N has worked too hard to be treated with such disrespect! Am I right everyone?!” She asked the crowd in the audience as they all cheered in agreement.

“See this is what I’m talking about!” The man said as he stood up with you and Katsuki. “This is that exact fire that Y/N lacks!”

“Oh I’ll show you fire!” You said as you went to jump the man but before you got a chance Bakugou was quick to grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He turned to the man and apologized and created a casual conversation as you hung from his shoulders, fist-pumping with the crowd as they cheered on your alias name.

“Goodnight everyone!” Bakugou screamed as he ran off with you and out of the building. He took you home and you both had to take a breather from the insane night.

—

“Baby?” Bakugou screamed into your dorm room as he couldn’t find you. He just got back from a training session in the forest with Aizawa and had been looking for you all day. He just wants to see his teddy bear.

“Baby?” Checked the common rooms..nothing.

“Babyyy?” Checked the kitchens...nope.

“Y/N?” Checked the school..not here either.

“Teddy Bear?” Checked the gym..you already know. Bakugou got tired and went to the rooftop.

“TEDDY BEAARRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed to the world. He still got nothing but then he heard feet running up the stairs and the door bust open. He turned in hopes of it being his loving girlfriend but instead he saw his 4 friends.

“BAKUGOU! SHUT UP!” They all screamed at him.

“Oh shut up idiots! I’m trying to find my girlfriend here!” Bakugou said and as he was getting ready to yell again, the Bakusquad shut him up and dragged him to his dorm room.

“Did you check there?!” Mina asked and she and the rest of the squad walked away. Bakugou walked in and saw you peacefully sleeping in his bed and out of nowhere his annoyed thoughts all left him as he smiled at your slumbering state. He took off his bags and shoes as he jumped into bed with you and smothered your face in quick kisses.

You finally woke up to the ticklish feeling of your loving boyfriend and giggled as he assaulted you with his love. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“I’ve been looking for you Princess,” Bakugou said as his lips were on your cheek. His face was smooshed into yours as he inhaled your sweet scent. He loved it here.

“You need something, love?” You asked as you turned to face him. You watched as Bakugou just nodded his head and poked his lips out. Yes. Bakugou Katsuki did all that searching and yelling for a single peck on the lips from you. It was all he craved for and he was gonna get it. You smiled as you rolled your eyes and gave in. The sweet peck was enough to make Bakugou combust as he sighed in satisfaction and flopped onto his bed, bringing you down with you him.

“Thank you!” He said with shut eyes and a contempt smile.

“Sure babe, anytime,” you said as you cuddled into him and drifted back off to sleep. Katsuki following you, dreaming about giving you even more kisses.

—

Y/N had been meditating. Due to her quirk, it was good that she’d get some R&R during these peaceful and quiet states. Until her boyfriend walked in. Bakugou Katsuki, who is very much the opposite of peaceful and quiet.

“Baby?” He asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He said with a pretty chirpy attitude and a small smile.

“Go away,” you smiled sweetly at him for a second before turning back around.

“THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

—

A/N: idk I thought this was cute :/

[princessofprocrastination]

The Waiting Game (Karl Jacobs)

MASTERLIST

summary : he tells you to wait, to be patient, which you follow, but until when can you wait while you watch him flirt with other girls on the internet?

it was simple really. you were just meant to wait. wait for him to be ready, as he called it. 

your friends would tell you that the only thing you’re waiting for is for him to choose you when no one else wants him, as a rebound. they tell you that you’re waiting for the day he stop trying to attract the attention of other women instead of you. 

they tell you that this won’t end, the waiting. they tell you that this was just his way of keeping you around. 

but you don’t believe them. and it’s simple why you didn’t. you love him. and love doesn’t budge. love makes people blind. 

so when he told you to wait, you did. because you loved him, you really did. 

at first, you two were friends. actually not even. you two simply knew each other’s names, no more than that. 

and then as you two progressed from knowing each other’s names to playing among us together with corpse, it was smooth sailing from there. 

you and corpse are close. you even know what he looks like, being this close for years now. and as usual like the protective boy best friend, when he found out that there was something more than just friends between you and karl, he made sure karl knew to not hurt you, or else. 

and it sure did shaken karl up, but that didn’t last long. the dating didn’t last long. it was a short time of bliss you wished you could feel again. but that’s not how time works. it moves forward.

months after months of what seemed to be dilly dally and wondering what each other’s feelings were, you confronted him. you told him that you thought it was time for your relationship to progress, that it was time to move forward together. 

and you thought he was feeling the same about that, you really did, that was the only reason why you felt confident enough to confront him, unlike other times. 

but it was different. it wasn’t what you expected. his answer wasn’t what you expected. 

he told you he wasn’t ready. he told you he needed time before you two could be more than what you were at that moment. you didn’t even know what you were at that point. 

but it made more sense when time went by. he wasn’t ready for a relationship yet, but he was too scared to tell you. 

“i’m just not ready to take the next step.” he told you. and you’d nod your head and tell him not to worry about it. 

“wait for me.” he’d tell you. and you reassured him tha t you would. and you did just that. you waited. 

one month go by, three, seven, ten months then. nothing. your relationship was stagnant. 

corpse would check in with you all the time, made sure you were healthy and that you were happy. and at first, you were. you told him everything. that karl wasn’t ready but you were willing to wait. 

and he praised you for being so patient, for waiting. but, he didn’t think you’d be waiting for over a year. 

sure, he did think it’d be more than six months, given that karl is busy with mr beast videos and his own. but he didn’t think it would be this long. 

but corpse never did say anything about it, not to karl, not to you. he would just listen every time you talked about it. he was happy that he could be there for you. but it broke his heart to see you like that. 

before anyone says the opposite, you and corpse have a strictly platonic relationship. you two were platonic soulmates, as people would say. and the both of you enjoyed the term. you thought it was adorable. 

furthermore, it made you and corpse happy that people weren’t doing unnecessary shipping between the two of you. 

back to the topic, corpse is a quiet man. he stays quiet, but he observes everyone’s moves. he can understand someone’s behaviour without knowing them for long. 

so when it came the time rae made an among us room, including him, karl and you, he wanted to observe karl’s behaviour. 

there were tiktokers on that server, to which was the icing on top of a cake for corpse, since he didn’t really fancy those ditzy people who made content on tiktok. 

you knew how much he disliked some people and made sure that he didn’t say things he doesn’t want the world to know, even though he feels like snapping. you were there to intervene when things went south. 

but something corpse noticed was that karl wasn’t really talking to you. aside from the greetings at the start of rae’s stream, you two didn’t talk very much. instead, he talked to the tiktoker, mostly the girls. 

this confused corpse. he needed to know if you were hiding something from him. something that you didn’t tell him. had karl and you decide to be just friends or was he not seeing something right here?

as both you and corpse are dead with nothing to do, corpse texts you, after sending you back a 8 ball game. 

are you not telling me something? he sent the message. 

? you sent back. you didn’t understand what he meant by that. 

he’s clearly flirting. he sends again. 

no he’s not. you send back. 

don’t lie to yourself. you two have barely spoke today. corpse sends one last text before the game restarts. 

i don’t know what’s going on. you sent back, deciding to be truthful to him. there’s no point in lying to your best friend. 

corpse sighs. he was scared of this. two of his best friends being stuck. 

but he knew what this was. you were stuck in the friendzone. stuck waiting. that was the truth he was scared of telling you. but you deserved that much, right?

you and corpse logged off your computers, now facetiming each other about what had happened. 

“i’m stuck waiting forever, aren’t i?” you asked, even though you knew the answer. you needed someone to be truthful to you and tell it to your face. 

corpse sighs, nodding his head to your not so question, question. 

“you know, i saw the tweets.” you spoke up after a while. 

“i saw him flirting with any girl he found an opportunity to flirt with.” you told him. 

corpse gave you a sympathetic smile. he saw them too, he just didn’t know how to talk about it.

“i’m not stupid, i can still see things clearly.” you said again. 

“i know you’re not.” corpse says. you sigh, putting your head in your arms as you tucked your legs, knees to your chest. 

“you’ve waited this long, what happens next?” corpse asks, genuinely curious. 

“we move on.” you told him. there you were. the fire spirited girl he knew for years. he knew no amount of water could put out the fire you had in your heart. 

he envied you. sure, you can be extremely naive at times, but when you weren’t, you listened to your heart, you let the spirit in you to guide you to make the right decision, to go through the right path. 

and now, the spirit in you was telling you to move on, to not keep waiting, that waiting could do more harm than good. 

karl was confused at first. usually, you’d text him, check in with him, make sure he’s okay. in the first couple days, he felt relieved that you weren’t butting into his life anymore. 

but then he felt like something was missing after a week, two weeks, months. he didn’t feel relieved anymore. well, not after seeing you with someone else. 

okay, maybe not someone else, dating wise, but close. 

you were getting close with sapnap, a fellow friend of karls. a fiance, even. it struck everyone that something was wrong, with you and karl not been interacting like usual, and now that you were close with nick, someone close to him. 

sure, there are theories, but no one ever came to a conclusion. they just thought you two had a falling apart, like people normally have. and even though people who shipped you two hard was upset, they had to accept it. 

but no, that wasn’t what hurt karl. it wasn’t that even his followers could see that you two aren’t talking. but it was the fact that people seem to like the fact that you and his nick were getting close. 

but he knew he had no right to be mad, to be angry. it was meant to be that way. with the way he was treating you, he knew it was bound to happen. 

he shouldn’t have neglected you in the first place. 

he failed to see how amazing of a person you were to him, you were always so patient. you were always so calm, never angry with him, never snapped at him for no reason. 

not like his exes. and yet he felt the need to push you away. 

he couldn’t even make up an excuse for what he did. he can’t even lie his way out of a confrontation from corpse. 

and all this guilt, all this acceptance that he was the one being a shitty person, yet he still had the nerve to be angry. 

heard you been talking to someone. karl texts his ‘fiance’

who and where have you been hearing this? nick texts back.

y/n, and the internet. they’re going nuts. karl texted, going straight to the point.

well, yeah. she’s amazing. but we’re not of anything, just talking. nick texts, now serious.

be careful. karl sends another text. 

?? nick sends.

she’s using you. like she did to me. karl types, and sends.

and no response back. the type bubbles came up once in a while, but died down, no text came through after. 

what did she do to you? nick finally answers his text after two days. he clearly was thinking about it.

made me buy her stuff, send her merch. karl texted his friend back. 

i did everything for her. and then she was just gone, never texted me back. karl continues. 

why didn’t you tell me sooner? nick asks.

didn’t know you two were talking. karl finishes, going off messages,off to the kitchen, to go make dinner for himself. 

nick was exasperated. he didn’t know how such an innocent, caring woman like you do that to him. how could he have not seen the signs? 

you never told him to do anything for you. instead, you always rejected any offers he made. 

is it because it’s too soon for you to ask him anything? did you only become close to him only to con him and hurt him in the end? 

he needed to believe his friend. you were no one to him for him to believe you, but he had been friends with karl for a while. 

but he needed to confront you. he hurt his friend and he won’t let you hurt him like you did to karl. 

call me, it’s urgent. was the text he sent to you. 

he’s never this serious, not even when he’s joking. and you knew him well enough to understand his behaviour, even when it’s just a simple text. 

but you did what he told you to do, called him. actually, you facetimed him, to make sure that you weren’t just being paranoid. 

“hi, we haven’t spoken in a while.” you said, tone cheery. you were genuinely excited to finally talk to him again, and not just text. 

“shut up.” he snapped, face hidden in his hands as he covered it, not in the right state of mind. 

your cheery look vanished from your face, at that point, you were just confused. had you done something? was this just a result of him having a bad day?

“what was your intention with me?” he said, but sounded more like a snarl. 

“w-what?” you stuttered, shocked at the tone he gave you. he has never not smiled at you, let alone risen his voice at you. 

“what you did to karl, were you going to do the same to me?” he squeaked out, almost crying. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, nick.” you tried. 

“DON’T SAY MY NAME.” nick screamed, to which you jumped in your seat, almost knocking off a candle on your side table. 

“just tell me. when were you going to make me do what you told him to do?” he said, now more quietly. 

“what did i do?” you asked, now tears brimming your eyes. 

“you used him, used his money. and you’re just waiting for the time to use me too.” he spat it out. 

“what? why would i do that?” you asked.

“because you are one good manipulator.” he said. 

“look, just because karl was syupid enough to listen to you, doesn’t mean i am. i’m thanking god he told me before you used me too.” he finished, before hanging up. 

you were more than confused. sad, enraged? you felt manipulated yourself. you have never told anyone to do anything for you, especially not karl. not when he was the one who neglected you. 

you didn’t feel used by him, no. you felt dirty, wronged that you waited that long, waiting for him to finally give you your deserved attention. and even after more than a year, he didn’t give you it. 

so why did he tell nick you used him? you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong, at least in your perspective. 

the more you thought about it, the more tears rolled down your cheek. 

“did i do something. i need it from a perspective of someone else.” you asked corpse during a facetime as you wailed silently. 

“no, you didn’t. you waited like a doll. you never went against what he told you to do. don’t blame yourself.” he told you. 

“so why did he tell him i was using him?” you cried out. 

“i really like him, corpse. i really do. i lost the chance now.” you said, exhausted from the crying all day. 

“i know you do. now, calm down before you become dehydrated.” he tells you. 

you just didn’t understand why karl would tell him such a thing. he didn’t want you then, he wouldn’t want you now. this wasn’t an act of jealousy. it couldn’t be. 

but you wanted to find out. 

it took you a while to calm down. you cried to sleep, cried when you woke up, cried when you were eating lunch. you really were on the verge of being dehydrated. 

but you stopped yourself. you caught yourself before you slipped down that spiral again. 

three months. that was how long it took you to finally stream again, to post on instagram again. 

and now, people were just even more confused. they made up stories about you. they thought there must be something wrong about you if you had two boys distant from you. 

so they talked bad about you. made up some absurd stories that other people believed. 

corpse was always there for you, though. he told them that they’re being stupid, that they believe everything that’s thrown to them on the internet. 

but the news never did die down. 

and at some point, you were over it. 

in between the three months, you made sure you resolved this. 

you texted nick every single day from the day he hung up on you. called him whenever you could. until he blocked you. you didn’t even think he read the messages, or opened your voicemails. 

so you did what you would do on impulse. rage. well, not really. you don’t have a temper, you never did. but you acted on impulse. 

you met him. you met karl. or shall you say, you showed up on his doorstep, while he was forced to hear what you had to say, what you had to do. 

“you came?” karl asked. opening his door to see you was not what he had expected. 

you came close to him. you almost saw him grin. you knew exactly what he thought about, and you weren’t going to satisfy him. 

you slapped him. hard across the face. hard enough his face was shoved to the side, as stumbled, balance gone. he obviously didn’t see that coming. 

“i waited and waited. waited like a scared little puppy.” you snarled through your teeth. 

“but you neglected me. you didn’t see me as your girlfriend, or a potential one. you saw me as a potential rebound. someone to still be there for you, to accept you after you got rejected from the girls you actually wanted.” you said in one breath. 

“and when i went away for a while, you missed me. not at first. you were relieved i was gone, and then you missed me. and then you heard i was talking to nick.” you cried out, now tears going down your face. 

you stopped to catch your breath, staring at him. or more like glaring at him, waiting for him to confess he did something. but he stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. 

“you took away a whole year of my time, my undivided attention, my heart. you took so much away from me and now you’re selfish enough to take away someone i actually like for once?” you asked. 

“just because your life is miserable, doesn’t mean you can make mine miserable too” you finished saying. you glared at him once more before leaving his place, to get back home. 

in your journey home, corpse called you. he was doing what he always did, to check up on you. you told him everything, the slap, you told him every single word you told karl. 

it felt good for a while, to get it all out. but your heart, there was still a hole in it. and there was only one thing in the world to fill that. and you don’t think it’s possible to obtain.

when you came back after three months, karl and nick remained quiet. they didn’t say anything. 

and even though you came back, it didn’t mean you were healthy. you looked sickly, not having much sleep in the night. not much to eat either, hence the weight loss over the months. 

and people did notice this, it was hard to miss. 

but you tried to cover it up, with the large smiles and loud laughter. you did your best to distract people to ask you the question. 

to ask if you’re doing okay. 

the truth is, you’re not okay. your eyes felt heavy all the time, you lungs hurt like hell and you always felt exhausted, yet you couldn’t sleep. 

and you knew people noticed, you knew corpse noticed. he just didn’t want to push you. he was being cautious around you. he didn’t want you to break more than you already were. 

karl, on the other hand, he felt stressed out. the moment you left his house, all he could think about was you. and this time, he hadn’t mean that in the crush or love type of way. not anymore, at least. 

now, all he can think about was how stupid he was acting. he had no reason to lash out like that, especially when you had done nothing wrong to him. 

he had no right to be mad at you, let alone say it all to someone you truly liked. he remembered how devastated nick was when he told him all those lies. 

he needed to find a way to end this. he needed to redeem himself. he needed to make it up to you, make it up to nick. he didn’t want to 

i lied. karl texted nick.

immediately, he got a call from him. karl wasn’t ready for that, he didn’t expect him to be awake at this moment. 

“what do you mean?” nick asked. he didn’t think about the text seriously, just some minor thing karl may have said during the lore or something. 

“she didn’t use me.” karl answers.

silence. karl could see nick’s expression change from a not tense cheery face to a tense confusion one. karl felt concious of the bile in his throat now. 

“i made the story up. i didn’t want her to end up with you.” he continues. 

“what?” nick, now more confused. 

“i had no right, i know. but after a couple months, i realised she wasn’t waiting on me anymore, and i hated that, i’m sorry.” karl said. 

“she came by my house, slapped me and put me in my place. i know i have no right, nick, i’m sorry.” he finishes, waiting for nick to say something. 

“i really liked her, karl. why did you have to ruin that for me? she was one of a kind.” nick cried. 

“she really likes you, she told me. i hope you two make things right.” karl begged. 

“have you seen her dude, she looks miserable. you did that to her, i did that to her.” nick shouted, his tears never ending. 

“you didn’t, i did. and i am so sorry i did that. i didn’t mean it to go this far.” karl said. 

“this far? she looks exhausted, starving. she looks sick, karl. why the fuck would you do that to someone like her?” nick asked, now more exasperated. 

“i’m sorry, i really am sorry, nick.” karl starts to cry. 

“apologise to her, you fucking idiot. you ruined the one thing that was going right for me.” nick said before he hung up on karl. 

karl was devastated. he lost a friend, and last year, he had lost you. but you didn’t matter to him as much anymore, he wanted to see you with his friend. 

karl cared a lot about nick and he only wants what’s best for him. and if that means giving up on you, he’d do it. 

he didn’t know where he was going with hurting the both of you, anyways. it wasn’t like you were going to crawl to him when nick didn’t want you anymore. 

god, was he stupid. 

life was going well for you. well, if you could even say that. you lost a lot of weight, your eyes looked like death. but all is well, since you were still doing the things you love, making content. 

you were playing another round of among us, one of the last rounds of the day, having been played for almost three hours now. 

“damn, you are one good imposter.” toast commented, corpse agreeing. 

“learnt from the best.” you said, giving your webcam a wink before grinning and looking back onto your pc. 

“and who is that?” corpse says, teasingly, almost as if he was waiting for you to say him. 

“not you, that’s for sure.” you laughed as you said that. 

“brutal.” poki chimed. 

“it’s obviously me.” sykkuno tried. 

“nope, definitely me.” valkyrae added, arguing with them. you sat back on your chair, relaxing into it as you laughed at their petty arguments, trying to one up each other. 

“bro, twitter is crazy right now.” ludwig came out to say. 

when you heard that, your curiosity got the best of you. you went on twitter on your phone as you tried to multitask with reading your twitch chat, seeing if they knew anything about it. 

the whole world could then see how surprised you were to see your name trending first in america. you gave the camera a scared and concerned look before clicking on your name. 

you thought you had done something wrong, that it was your time to get cancelled. but you were wrong, so wrong. 

karl tweeted something about you?

you clicked on subtweets after subtweets to find the original tweet he sent out. you scrolled for a couple seconds before you found it. 

he apologised? for what? there was no way he was apologising for making me wait. that was so long ago, you barely remembered why you stayed on for so long. 

sapnap’s name is in the tweet. 

OH. 

it was because of the most recent thing. 

but how is it his fault? you read more of it. 

he talked about making you wait for him while he scouts for a new, better girl he felt best suited for him. he spoke about neglecting you and taking you for granted. 

and lastly, he talked about taking his best friend’s chance away from you using lies he made up, lies about him talking bad about you. 

you didn’t cry. you didn’t feel tears coming at all, if you were being honest. you were just confused. but the confusion turned to concern. why did he talk about it now, especially publicly? 

he wasn’t one to announce anything this big. he was being reckless, and you wanted to know why. 

“what the hell.” you spoke out loud this time. the vc felt too eerily quiet that it was starting to make you feel uncomfortable. 

‘it’s about fucking time he maned up.” corpse said out, laughing about the statement he made. 

“i am in shock.” you told your best friend and rest of them. you just had to sit there on your chair for a while, to process everything properly before you could say anything further. 

“you look like you would pass out any second.” toast pointed out, clearly watching your stream. you smiled at the comment. 

your discord pinged. someone sent you a message. you opened discord on your other monitor to avoid exposing yourself somehow, not knowing what the viewers are able to find out with little information. 

it was karl. he sent you a discord message. and you saw another from quackity, one of his best friends. you opened quackity’s. you wanted to avoid the question in matter for as long as you could. 

saw the tweet? he sent you a message.

yeah, i did. it was something. you typed back.

i did not expect that. careful opening karl’s text. he sent back.

got it. opening his now. you sent.

you sighed, composing yourself before you opened his message, but making it less obvious, knowing that you were still streaming. 

“one sec, guys. gotta do something.” you told them. they’d understand. you were sure that your views were going up because of this, anyways. 

i’m sorry, i really am. his message says.

why’d you do it? you asked, simply.

jealousy. realised i missed out on something good. he typed. you rolled your eyes. 

but that’s not the point. karl sends you another message. 

then what is? you asked again. you were tired and you wanted nothing more than this to end. 

you and nick are meant to be together. i was just selfish. i took the best thing to ever happen to him, away for him. let me make it better. please. he begged. 

you’ve already hurt me once. you typed and sent back. now sighing and going back to your stream to get ready to end it.

your phone rung. a facetime. it was corpse. without a doubt, you picked up your phone. 

“your life is a movie.” he laughed hard that you could feel the tummy ache forming. 

“shut up.” you rolled your eyes teasingly. 

you put down your phone, still facing you so corpse could see what you were doing while you ended the stream, apologising that the ending was different and not like the others. 

you picked up your phone to bring corpse along to your kitchen. you were feeling hungry from the long stream you had to sit through. 

you two were talking about the issue on hand at first, until you two finally found a different subject to talk about. you two kept talking and ranting on the phone, laughing most of the time for hours until you heard your door handle jiggle, someone trying to open your door. 

and then a knock. you became aware and started thinking about who could want to meet you at this time. you looked at your phone, at corpse’s face as he showed the same expression as you did. 

“dude, this is when i die.” you joked but half serious. 

“shut the fuck up and do not open the door.” he told you, obviously serious, not joking at all. 

“i am opening the door.” you told him. 

he look at you like you were the stupidest person on planet earth. 

“are you being fucking serious? no.” he told you. 

he was too late, you were already at your door handle. just one turn and you could open your house door. 

you opened it slowly, still aware of the danger that could be behind that door. 

but all the bad thoughts went out the window when you saw the person on your porch.

nick stepped up, to move closer to you, coming in your house. he did it all in a split second. he put one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, fingers on your cheek, not giving you time to speak, he put his lips on yours. 

you dropped your phone on impulse, putting your hands where it felt most appropriate, his neck. 

you could hear corpse screaming, wondering what was happening, if you were in any kind of danger. but you were so focused. 

“one more chance, is all i’m asking for. and i won’t take that chance for granted.” he told you, his forehead touching yours. you nodded. 

“best first meeting ever.” you whispered, more to yourself but you were sure nick could hear from the small laugh he let out. 

you were sure corpse almost called your state police at that point, if it weren’t for you picking up your phone after that. he had tears in his eyes, panicking. 

that’s the corpse you know and love.

worst and best day ever.

[weeb-writor]

MHA boys on take your kid to work day

Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.

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 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy. 

“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.

“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.

“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.

“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.

“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.

“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.

“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.

“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.

“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.

“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.

“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.

“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.

“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.

“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.

“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.

“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’

“I have not.” He said looking away from you.

“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.

“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.

“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.

“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.

“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.

“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.

“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.

“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.

“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.

“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.

“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.

“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.

“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.

“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.

“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.

“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.

“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.

“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.

“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.

“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.

“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.

“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.

“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.

“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.

“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.

“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.

“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.

“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.

“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.

“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.

“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.

“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.

“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.

“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.

“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.

“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.

 “Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.

“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.

“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.

“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.

“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.

“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions. 

“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’

[ohheyitsokay]

opening weekend

part 1 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: none (yet)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier baseball AU! That no one but me and @beautyagegoodnesssize asked for but I’m telling you... just give it a try. Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, the groundwork for the series is laid: Frankie is a catcher, and your grandpa is the biggest fan of his team.

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It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was warm on the back of you neck and it was the bottom of the fourth. It was loud with chatter and announcements, music and cheers, and there were flashing advertisements and seas of merchandise – a typical opening weekend. If you were being honest, it wasn’t really your thing. Or it was, but it shouldn’t have been.

The man beside you was beaming with absolute joy, barely sitting as he leaned forward eagerly as if hoping desperately that it would bring him onto the field with the players.

It was always like this, every few weeks, every summer for years. His name was James, and years and years ago you’d grown close and he’d shared the single constant in his life: the game, and his team. It became your way to stay close, throughout all the chaos of the world, you always made time to make it to as many home games as you could to sit by his side and hear his stories and soak up the wonder in his eyes as he watched the ball and the bats and the sun on the grass. Season passes were his gift to you every year, and today was more exciting than normal, because it was finally time to pay him back.

He loved this team. Of course, it was constantly changing, but for such an old man, he could remember all their names and numbers and statistics. He collected the cards and loved the boys so much it was almost like they were his grandkids.

“No autographs,” he would tell you. “They’re already giving us their best, who are we to ask for more?” and you would melt a little, inside. He was careful not to idolize them, clicking his tongue when bad headlines would come out, constantly reminding you they were just humans, “Just boys! Leave them alone! They’re figuring it out,” he’d say, angrily. It made you laugh, how much he cared about them, and it warmed you heart.

“You want some nachos, Jimbo?”you asked, standing as the ads played and the mascots ran out into the field for extra entertainment. “They’ve got some picked jalapeños with your name on ‘em.” He squinted up at you and you shifted, blocking the sun from his sweet, wrinkled face. A nod and a smile was all you needed before you caught his hand, reminding him to let you pay. You shuffled towards the steps, trying to avoid the drinks and snacks and knees of the people in your row, whispering excuse me’s and apologies. Once you made it to the outsides of the arena, you ducked behind one of the looking pillars, checking your phone before making your way to the quieter, less commercialized area. A security guard checked your phone and ID, and you were ushered into a large office, show awards and photos and expensive amenities filling it to the brim. A man was leaning against a impossibly giant desk, an air of hurry about him, and he shook your hand.

After hasty introductions, you jogged his memory, reminding him that you had submitted an application and been chosen by the board to have your grandfather honored by the team, and today was the day.

He nodded absentmindedly and began to wave you off, ears listening to other words, you were sure. They assured you a team of security would come and escort him to the meeting area when it was time and you said quick thank-you's before stopping.

“Sir, one last thing,” you stood your ground against the rush, determined to be heard. “He’s not just a crazy fan, he’s a sweet old man. I know this is routine for you guys but…” finally, the man in the suit met your eyes. “Please remember how special this is to him.” And he nodded, a swallow pushing down his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob. You didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but this was important to you.

As you walked back, you got the biggest tray of nachos you could find, and tried not to trip over your own shoes.

It was a beautiful day.

-

Frankie was hot and sweaty and tired and having a great time. It was the first real game of the season and he hadn’t gotten sick of the noise… Just yet. People were cheering, spirits were high, and for now, Santi was pitching right into his glove.

Just outside the dugout, he and the others paused, hearing the announcer powering up for something unique. Normally, they tuned it all out, but for these, it was basically required that they pay attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today with us we have a very special –” he blared, but it faded to the background. Francisco had been told, with everyone this morning, that the board had chosen a submission of a dedicated fan to honor, someone they’d all have to say hello to, but he hadn’t expected… this.

All over the screens around him and front and center of the megatron was a shocked but beaming elderly man. He wasn’t screaming, or decked head to toe in merch, just smiling, with a tshirt design Frankie barely recognized from years and years ago. It had been washed enough times the team’s logo was barely visible, and that alone was awesome. More importantly, he was tugging at the hand of the most beautiful woman Frankie had maybe ever seen.

Of course, he’d seen lots of beautiful people, it was one of the stranger side effects of his job, but you… were something else. Maybe it was the joy on your face as you nodded, eyes fixed on your grandfather, maybe it was the way the sunlight was hitting your hair just right either way, his heart did a little flip in his chest, and on his shoulders the padding felt suddenly light. He was at loathe to put on his helmet, knowing the face cage would obstruct his view of you, but then you were gone, the ads replacing your face, and one of his friends was giving him a shove towards his corner.

It wasn’t until a ball was mere feet from his face that he remembered he was supposed to be catching it.

Catch, catch, walk, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

And then in a daze, he was making his way to the locker room, with a crowd of trudging cleats and sweaty scents, the roar of the crowds behind him.

Claps on shoulders, showers, and banter passed, and they all filed like sheep into a big, open room. The energy was different, though, less strained than it might have been, if it were an obsessive teenager, or an arrogant know it all.

Frankie’s ear pricked when he heard one of his teammates say, “Hope that girl comes along, she was hot,” all jokes and winks and maybe a crude hand motion or two. There was a twist in his gut, which was absolutely ridiculous, but he didn’t have time to ponder it, because suddenly the door was opening again and there you were.

The main event, of course, was the kindly man at your side, and Frankie tried to seem natural and he strained to see around his friends.

The news reporter was chattering, and he was vaguely aware that everyone was watching the manager give his speech – everyone but him and you. He watched, transfixed, as you tenderly tucked your abuelo's hand into your elbow.

Frankie was busy thinking he’d never quite felt so comfortable in this room before, never seen someone who made him wish he was at the front of the crowd, when your eyes were suddenly in his.

You gave him a half-smile and your fingers wiggled in the tiniest of waves.

It was just for him, not everyone else, and Frankie gulped, too pleased and too shocked to react properly.

When it was his turn to talk to the pair of you, Frankie felt more nervous than he had this morning, walking onto the field. He didn’t even know your name – something he begrudged the staff – and yet he was somehow aching to make a good impression, on you both. But then your abuelito stole his hat and ruffled his hair and he was grinning, and it was a beautiful day.

When he walked back to the lockers, he was pretty sure his heart stayed right in that room, somewhere next to a beaming little old man.

-

The two of you went separate ways but not at all the same as you’d been that morning.

Frankie ducked out of the after party at Tom's bnb. The boys were rambunctious and loud and more importantly they kept talking about you and he just didn’t want to hear any of it.

The memory of the little wave of your hand was burrowing into his chest, into his stomach, feeding him like food after a long, hot summer day.

Santiago’s footsteps were familiar, even off the sand and the grass of the field. His hand was warm on Frankie’s shoulder, pulling him slowly back to reality.

“Everything okay, hermano?” His voice was equal parts genuine and teasing.

Frankie shrugged. What could he say? He didn’t even know your name, and even if he did, so what? It's not like his mind had already created a scenario in which he'd chased after you in the long, curved corridors and you had beamed, happy to see him, and touched his hand with yours.

It’s not like he was kicking himself for letting you walk out the door without trying, anything. Not like he hated hearing the other guys joke about how innocent and sweet you looked. He certainly couldn’t explain how possessive he felt over a girl he’d only sort of met.

So he ignored the thump in his chest and just looked a the stars and shrugged.

As for you, James was seated next to you, trying to start sentences and getting overwhelmed with joy. Your hands slid over the steering wheel, listening to him as much as you could, filling in the ends, mind still on the handsome player who’s eyes  had followed you through from over the sea shoulders and hats.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” he asked, pulling you back to reality.

You hummed noncommittally in response. Lying to him was absolutely out of the question so you pondered your options, while he watched you, amused.

“What’s the name of the catcher?” you asked, finally, feeling heat in your face as you remembers his broad shoulders and the twitch in his hands.

His laugh was adorable and mischievous and you felt almost silly. You weren’t a little girl watching t-ball, after all, that was a real, actual man.

A real man with dark, deep eyes, and tan skin and fluffy curls.

You shook your head.

“Never… mind.” He was also undoubtedly also a man with a life and a girlfriend or wife, and no lingering thoughts of you.

James laughed again and dropped the subject.

But you walked him into his home and he grasped your hand with newfound determination. He winked and whispered and you felt a thump in your chest.

“Francisco Morales.”

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translations:

abluelo: grandfather

abuelito: literally, little grandfather, it’s affectionate 

hermano: brother

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