#turns out there r effects to showing up & giving a girl a meet-cute before fucking off again lmao

[orcelito]

oh transcripts time

#speculation nation #itnl shit #the nebraska family shit doesnt matter. it's starting different than it did in the manga so i dont care #but where meryl and milly come in it's at least Partially just like canon #so im taking a transcript to know what to base it on #vash's responses are going to be different & that's going to change how the scene goes in the end #he's 10 years older after all & has been through a LOT. many things about how he reacts are going to be different. #but the others are nearly the exact same. just meryl's got a bit of a uh. thing. im going to be exploring. #turns out there r effects to showing up & giving a girl a meet-cute before fucking off again lmao #meryl: so uhh am i gonna see you around? #vash: Maybe :) (lying) #meryl is PISSED about Vash lying slkdjfsldkjf poor girl got her hopes up. and then she was confronted immediately with How He Is #im looking forward to writing them actually properly meeting. so the talking one to one will be different #on the bell tower tho it's gonna be nearly the same. and thus. transcript. #i get so annoyed by transcripts tho slkdfjsldf i had to take one for the first chapter of ITNL too. #just switching between tabs as i record word for word what's being said. soooo annoying. #but it'll help me later. i dont write well on my computer so i gotta write on my phone. for my concentration. #i need the transcript so i can work off the canon text w/o having to actively reference it. bc that just would not be efficient lol

[qupidddd]

Legends arceus Adaman x reader

this is my first fic ever so if it’s dogshit don’t slice my kneecaps 😅 I wanted the wardens to interact a bit more and have some sort of a friendly rivalry so yea. Reader is kind of a tsun in this. Also the fight with Adaman is based on a true experience in-game lmao. enjoy!

You awoke at whatever ungodly hour it was to the sound of loud banging against the shoji door.

“Yoohoooo! Y/n!! Are you up yet? It’s me Arezu! I brought Mai and Sabi too!”

You abruptly slid the door open to see all 3 girls smiling brightly at your disheveled state. Hair tucked in a low bun as well as your night gown swaying back and forth.

“…Do you three have any idea what time it is? I just got ready for bed too… whatever, come on in since it’s obviously apparent I’m not sleeping any time soon.” You groaned.

“Aww don’t be like that y/n! My clairvoyance tells me your either going to jump for joy, or drag your heels at our news we’ve come to share teehee!” Sabi exclaimed.

“Yes, yes..we’ve come to tell you that tomorrow both clans will be holding a joint meeting to discuss relations and other boring clan politics. We thought’d it be interesting for you to come since you get to see you know who~” Mai teased.

Really? This again? Now, you were pretty much neck deep in denial that you had a microscopic sized crush on the diamond clan leader, but it was as clear as day to your 3 warden friends. They would never stop teasing you about it. Arezu always gushing on how cute a couple you’d be, Mai teasing you about dating her little brother would be a breath of fresh air, and Sabi claiming that her clairvoyance told her that you and him would play endlessly with her.

“Guys I appreciate it, but I do NOT care about that foolish, impatient, time-obsessed, bafoon! I mean, what’s with all the hot and cold behavior you’ve witnessed him doing to me huh? One minute, he talks down to me, saying how incompetent us galaxy folk are, and the next minute he gets all flirty! I really don’t understand what he’s trying to do. I won’t let him make a fool of me tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You don’t see it Y/n? Really? Because it sounds like your in Lo-“

“R-REZU! DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!” you shouted after putting a hand to cover her mouth.

“Even if he did, there’s no way I’d fall for someone so…so annoying! Anyway, I promised myself I’d never fall in love with someone again, with all the rejection and heartbreak I experienced in my world…”

At this, Mai and Sabi frowned and furrowed their eyebrows before bringing you into a bear hug. Geez, Mai really did have super strength..

“I can assure you that as his older sister, I’m sure Adaman means well, he just like to have fun with you from time to time that’s all. How about this? Tomorrow after the meetings over, we challenge all the boys from each clan to a battle? It’ll get your blood pumping as well as a chance to show your strength in front of Adaman.” Mai proposed.

“And it would give ME the chance to shut Melli the fuck up with all his high and mighty crap. Seriously, I want to punch him in the throat sometimes…” Arezu interjected.

“Heehee…good idea Mai! That Lian boy from the pearl clan is quite adorable, but he’s always so stubborn on shooing me away when I want to play with him! My clairvoyance tells me that he will lose and weep before me tomorrow!”

You were never one to turn down a challenge, so after discussing a myriad of battle strategies, the four of you decided to launch the grand plan after the clan meeting tomorrow. Since it was already late, you let the girls sleep in your home, rolling out the extra futons for them to sleep in.

Operation Eat Our Dust will go into full effect tomorrow!

You were starting to regret coming to this meeting.

Usually, whenever you were invited to clan meetings as a guest, you’d be earnestly paying attention to who was speaking, but today, you were more focused on trying your damndest not to smack Adaman’s smug dumb face into next week. If he keeps staring at you like that…

“Um…is there something on my face? What are you staring at me like that for?”

“Oh nothing y/n, just thinking about how adorable you are when your worked up- OW! What’d you pinch me for?!”

“That was for wasting your time on me. Pay attention to what mistress Calaba is saying bozo!”

“I could never waste my time on you y/n~”

“……..whatever.”

*Some time later*

“Ugh, I’m so glad the meeting is finally over, my legs were starting to fall asleep!” Arezu stretched out while watching the rest of the clan members slowly trickle out of the room, save for some of the wardens.

“Mhm! My clairvoyance tells me that listening to Smelli yap on anymore about his precious lord Electrode will make my hair fall out! …Or did it?” Sabi questioned.

“Why, the NERVE of you Sabi! Atleast I don’t have to take care of some flying over sized chicken! ᴬˡˢᵒ, ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ…” Melli mumbled.

“You sure about that? Because I think your Skuntank’s horrid stench is starting to stick on you for good” Arezu shot back.

Mai quickly stepped in between the two to prevent them from clawing at each other like two wet purugly’s. “Anyways, it’s been awhile since we’ve all sparred together yes? Then how about we have ourselves a little showdown, the girls against the boys hm? Feel free to decline, unless of course, your skill in battle have declined.” Mai held a mischievous glint in her eyes you’d never seen before.

“Oh yes, what Mai said! You wouldn’t mind playing with us for a while right? My clairvoyance tells me that whether you all accept our challenge or not, you bozos will look like utter fools regardless! Teehee!”

“Oh your SO on! You girls need to be a taught a lesson on picking fights you can’t win.” Adaman jumped to his feet while clutching the pokeball that had his dear Leafeon inside. “I’m assuming Palina and Irida will be joining too yes?” Glancing to the two ladies sitting by the corner.

“Your damn right we are! It’ll give me and Lina the chance for our training to pay off!” Irida said while holding Palina’s hand.

“Irida, how many times have I told you to cut it out with that absurd nickname in public? I swear it’s one ear and out the other with you…” Palina said while slightly glaring at the blonde to her left, before softening her gaze at Iscan. “Iscan dear, will you be joining us to spar as well? I’m sure my lord Arcanine would love to pummel- I-I mean, have a family friendly spar with your lord Basculegion yes? You wouldn’t dream of refusing my request would you dear?”

“Th-that’s, well…Palina I don’t think-“ He started, before sweating bullets at the darkened expression on her face despite her smiling. “Of course not Palina dear, it’s not a problem at all! Hehe…ugh” Iscan said defeatedly. Indeed. Palina could be quite scary sometimes…

“Hmph. It hardly needs to be said, but I reckon my mightily awesome Kleavor would wipe the floor with all of you. Especially your Braviary Sabi, I’m sure you don’t need your ‘clairvoyance’ to tell you that?” Lian said while tilting is head, smirking down smugly at Sabi.

“Why you….” Sabi started before sticking her tongue out at the young man in anger. “Hmph!”

“Alright alright that’s enough.” Calaba cut in before walking to the front of the room. “I’ll leave you little whippersnappers to your on devices, just try not to break anything understood? Or else I’ll have Ursaluna come for all of you in your sleep.”

Everyone visibly shivered at that.

You stepped out unto the field with the girls, getting your respective pokemons ready for battle, out of the corner of your eye you swore you could see Adaman winking at you. Foolish boy, he should be more worried for the battles ahead.

After making sure her Glaceon was healed up and prepared, Irida shuffled over to where you and the other girls were standing.

“Are you all ready to go?” She questioned.

“Mhm! Braviary’s all set to go! My clairvoyance is telling me….we have this in the bag! ….But also may be telling me we should’ve thrown in the towel by now?…I wonder which is right? Teehee!”

“Nonsense Sabi.” Mai stood up from feeding her Munchlax to stand closer to the group. “I’m confident in our skill, we will be just fine.” Mai concluded.

“You bet! We’ve got girl power on our side after all! Right y/n?” Arezu said as she sneaked a glance at you.

You beamed back at her. Giggling a bit before standing up to hug her from behind. You could always count on Rez to lift your spirits.

You then turned to Palina, silently pondering on how her Arcanine would fair against Iscan’s Basculegion. You wondered what kind of strategy she had up her sleeve given the type disadvantage she had.

“I know what your thinking y/n, I’ll be just fine against Iscan. I’m sure he’ll give me a run for my money, although, perhaps he could let me win just this once…” She mumbled quietly.

After some of the excitement died down after the meeting, both sides agreed that the loser would have to give the victor a smooch….or something like that. Your not sure if Arezu came up with that idea or Adaman himself…

Mark my words…your going down today Adaman!

Round 1

Irida vs Lian

“Ugh, I can’t believe this! Losing to a child…and in the first round too!”

“Heh…”

Mai vs Adaman

“Not bad little brother, not bad at all. Though you don’t have to gloat so much about it..” （；￣ェ￣）

“That was child’s play! Better luck next time Mai!”

Arezu vs Melli

“Hah! Take that you two faced jackass! Uh- I mean…well fought!” (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

“Adamannnn…! Please drag this spikey tomato by her ugly bangs in the next round! Avenge the great Melli!” (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Round 2

Sabi vs Lian “As it was foretold in my vision. I won! I won! I’m unstoppable!” ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

”Tch! You only won because braviary kept using Esper Wing. That was just a fluke.”

Palina vs Iscan

“Oh, is that all? That was easier than I thought. Were you going easy on me Iscan?”

“Y-you kinda told me to…”

Arezu vs Adaman

“Ugh, how could Liligant lose? To a fellow grass type? Unbelievable…damn you Adaman you crafty bastard you…”

“Don’t sweat it Arezu! I’m sure we can agree that my Leafeon is the superior grass type pokemon here…”( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ )

Let’s take a look at the scoreboard shall we folks?

Wielders knocked out

Arezu❌

Mai❌

Lian❌

Iscan❌

Melli❌

Irida❌

Wielders remaining

Y/n⭕️

Palina ⭕️

Sabi⭕️

Adaman⭕️

Score:3-3

Well this was a surprise.

After all that planning, you were a bit disappointed that more than half your team ended up losing in such a fashion, Arezu and Mai looking down in shame as you despondently stared at them. You glanced to your right to see Palina and Iscan chatting away, while Sabi was…still gloating to Lian about her victory. So much for girl power..It all comes down to you and Adaman as the tiebreaker.

“Looks like we’re in the final round eh y/n? Don’t worry, I’m feeling quite merciful today, your free to give up while you still can~”

“In your dreams dumbass!” you barked, trying hard not to stutter in front of him.

”Your the one who should give up, your clearly out of your element here.”

Okay, here goes, the big finish. Showtime. The final destination. The end to all ends. Okay, you might be making this a bit more dramatic than it has to be, but you can’t help it. This is your one chance to show the diamond clan leader how strong, cunning, and skillful you are in battle. You’ve battled against a handful of opponents, there’s no WAY you could possibly lose this right?

Well…

“Alright, let’s show him what we’re made of Nia!” You yelled out, throwing your Alpha Gastrodon out to the field.

Wait…

Gastrodon???

Oh no.

Your confidence zapped straight out from your body as you realized who your lead was. Nia. Your tough as nails Alpha Gastrodon you had caught in the Cobalt Coastlands. Perhaps the strongest amongst your team, but against a grass type like Leafeon… your face looked white as a sheet, sweating bullets as you realized your inevitable downfall. Your companions could only watch on in horror.

“Uh oh! Uh oh! Y/n is in hot water now! Hmm…I’m not getting a vision of y/n winning this fight..” Sabi said gloomily.

“Ohhhhh…..HOLD ME MAI!! I CAN’T WATCH THIS!” Arezu shouted, clutching onto Mai’s arm while burying her head into her shoulder.

“Well I, the great Melli, certainly can!” He said before pulling a small bag of popcorn out and smacking on it, smugness written all over his face.”I almost feel bad for the poor girl… Almost.”

“Honestly y/n, how could you make such a rookie mistake? I was praying to almighty Palkia to see Adaman’s downfall at the hands of yourself. What a shame.” Irida sighed.

A nervous smile adorned your face, looking up at Adaman only to see the ginormous shit-eating grin he was giving you.

“Sorry y/n.” He took a step forward, displaying his signature peace sign pose at you. Commanding his Leafeon to use a strong style Leaf Blade at your Gastrodon.

“I win.”

Just like that, the battle was over before you could even make a move.

Words failing you, you could only look down at the ground in defeat, balling your hands into fists.

“Hey…” Adaman started, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m pretty you didn’t mean to send out Nia right? Because if so…”

You smacked his hand away. “If your here to rub it in, just leave alr- mmph!” Adaman cuts you off, pushing his warm lips against your soft ones. Sets of giggles and stares as well as ‘woahs!’ were heard from the sidelines.

You could barely form words, he really just kissed you? Just like that? You weren’t ready for that at all. Well, you did lose, but still…that was your first kiss.

“Awww y/n finally had her first kiss! So adorable!!” Arezu gushed happily.

“Wait… you’ve never kissed anyone before

y/n? That’s news to me…” Mai said teasingly, Palina and Irida nodding in agreement.

“N-no i haven’t…is that really so surprising?” You laughed bitterly. “So Adaman…does this mean that you..?”

“Yup. I like you a whole lot y/n. Turns out, you’re kind of terrible at trying to hide crushes you know. I knew about your feelings a while ago. I never said anything about it because I knew you’d never admit to it.” Adaman said sheepishly. “Sabi uh…blurted it out to me one day and I’ve known since.. heh.” He admitted, scratching his hair behind his head.

Whipping your head around to glare at Sabi, she whispered out a ‘sorry!’ before hiding behind Arezu. The latter just giggling softly at the interaction.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love again but… maybe it’s worth trying again. As for Sabi….

You’d have to give her a stern talking to later.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon legends adaman #pokemon legends x reader #adaman x reader #pokemon legends irida #warden lian #warden iscan #warden sabi #warden melli #warden arezu #warden mai #palina #pokemon

[rommahh]

Better

Word Count: 3.9K

Pairing: Buckybarnesxfem!reader

{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky.  I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing  moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

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NSFW 18+ Plushie - Dom! Bakugo x Bratty! Reader

WARNING: Everyone in the story is 18+ and consensual. Bdsm, DDLG, spanking, sexual content, harsh language, daddy bakugo, bratty/submissive reader, etc.

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"Suki! Please!" You begged again as you walked past a store full of your favorite anime characters.

"No." Katsuki harshly states and continues walking. You were on his last nerve today. You woke up in a bratty mood and was taking it out on Katsuki. This man only has so much patience he can give and you made sure to take up every ounce of it.

You were getting desperate. You couldn't help you were a collector and loved collecting anything cute. Especially when it came to your favorite anime(s). It also didn't help you lived in Japan which was full of all things anime. Katsuki always spoils you wether he likes to admit it or not, but in your mind, you really needed this. It was the cutest plush of your favorite anime character. Granted, Katsuki would argue you have too many plushies at home and he was not wrong, but that didn't change your mind as you tried to dig your heels into the ground.

"Daddy please!" You whine.

Katsuki turned to look at you.

"Nice try, but answer is still no, dumbass."

You pout and continue to protest to go into the store, but Katsuki's grip is firm and strong. That still didn't stop you from putting up a fight. One of the many characteristics Katsuki loved and hated about you. You are just as stubborn and persistent as he is.

Katsuki let go of your hand and turned around to face you. You could tell he is a ticking time bomb and you have pushed your limit with him today. You have dated the ashy-blonde long enough to not be scared, though. You're still his girlfriend no matter how much of a brat you can be.

"Tch. Y/N, I am really not in the mood to deal with your shit right now. You have to the count of three to act right or your ass will be sorry." Katsuki warns while clicking his tongue.

You cross your arms and huff as you stand your ground. You wanted your way and you planned on getting it no matter what.

"One."

You didn't budge.

"Two."

Okay, a little more concerning.

"Three."

Katsuki picked you up and put you over his shoulder. The crowded shopping center stared as you demanded your strong boyfriend to put you down. You have pissed him off many times in public, but never to this degree. You actually were a bit nervous as he carried you into the store you wanted and walked into the nearest dressing room.

Katsuki set you down to your feet once he locked the door. You didn't meet his fuming interrogating gaze in fear you would meet under the heat from his anger.

"You're really lucky I'm being nice and punishing you in a secluded area since you decided to put on a show out there." He states.

You knew what that meant as you watched your significant over sit in the chair. He patted his knee for you to come sit. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly made your way over to Katsuki. You sat in his lap - otherwise known as your throne - and refused to meet his harsh gaze.

"What's the matter? You don't want to face the repercussions of your shitty actions, brat?"

"I'm sorry, daddy." You say, sincerely.

He chuckled scornfully before starting to pull down your pants and underwear.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are. Try to be quiet while I make this pretty ass of yours bruised, got it?"

You pout as he bends you over his lap. You should've known this was bound to happen. You just didn't expect him to do it in public. A quickie? Sure, but punishment? This wasn't like Katsuki. He always said if you were going to act like a brat in public he is going to punish you in public. He has never done it, but you usually don't act up this much in a day for him to do so. You really pushed your luck.

"Yes."

You wince as a hard slap hits your left ass cheek.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. You do know how to listen."

You brace yourself as Katsuki follows through with the punishment. You did your best to be quiet, but Katsuki being who he is, he made sure you counted and thanked him for each slap. He even made you say it loud enough for people in the store to hear you. Also, Katsuki was not a gentle spanker. When he gives his punishment, he makes sure you remember it. This time was no different. It's only fair since you decided to embarrass him, right?

After 25 smacks, some using his quirk to make sure you have a friendly reminder, he helps you pull up your pants and panties. Your eyes were puffy from the small sobs and tears the flowed out during the process. You were about to walk out when Katsuki cleared his throat to grab your attention.

"Where do you think you're going?" Katsuki asked, leaning back in the seat, with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. If you weren't embarrassed and upset with him right now, you would be riding his dick at this exact moment.

"N-Nowhere." You stammered, trying so hard not to give him a snark remark.

"Damn right you're not. Your punishment isn't over."

You let out a sigh of frustration before walking back over to him.

"On your knees." Katsuki instructs.

"R-right here? Don't you think we will get caught?"

"Does it look like I give a fuck, princess?"

You couldn't argue with that logic. Katsuki was never one to care about others and their opinions. So, you do as your told. You were not in the mood to do what you were about to do, but you are the submissive after all. You're surprised and blessed that Katsuki only gave you 25 spankings. Especially since you have been on his bad side all day today.

"You know what to do."

You begin unbuttoning Katsuki's black skinny jeans and pull down his underwear to reveal his hard dick. Katsuki just stayed in the same position as before with a smirk as he watched you go to work. He enjoyed you taking all of cock in your mouth. He usually likes to participate in thrusting his dick down your throat, but considering all of the hell you put him through today, he was taking this time to relax.

Your tongue played with the tip of his thick cock before you slowly take in inch by inch into your mouth. At some point, Katsuki's hands found his way to your soft hair as he made some groans and moans. He could tell you were struggling to take in all of his dick and he liked that.

"Someone struggling to take all of my cock in their mouth, hm?” Katsuki coo’s as he ruffles your hair some.

You glared at him as you continue to do your task. He smirked some more.

“Want to say something?” Katsuki asked as he used some explosion with his hand for extra effect. That took the glare right off your face.

“Didn’t think so. I suggest you get more to work, princess. I’m not cumming anytime soon.”

You continue to suck his dick. You do your best to deep throat as much as possible. Especially to prove a point you did not need his help getting his huge shaft down your throat. Usually, he forces it down your throat so you did not need to work as hard, but this time was different. Katsuki is finding amusement out of this.

After about five more minutes of you bobbing your head, making choking noises, glossed eyes, runny nose, and puffed lips later, Katsuki finally climaxed. You swallowed his cum like a good girl and take his shaft out of your mouth.

“About time.”

You tried so hard to not roll your eyes so you closed them for a moment. Katsuki pats your head before he buttons his pants back up.

“Now. Let’s go get you that plush you’ve been begging me for, brat.”

You smile but it suddenly drops.

“What about my face? Everyone probably knows what happened.” You state with embarrassment.

“Oh, trust me. They know. Let them see what happens when brats disobey their daddies.” Katsuki smirks as he helps you up and out the dressing room. You trailed closely behind him, ignoring the stares and comments people were saying. Needless to say, you got your plushie and even an extra thing you wanted.

The overall thing you learned today was not to mess with daddy.

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Halloween with Shigaraki

Character: Tomura Shigaraki

Warnings: Public humiliation, public sex, implied/referenced r*pe/Non-con, spanking, spit kink, choking, voyeurism, somnophilia, dacryphilia, implied/referenced drug use, being recorded, cum kink, thigh riding, i think that is it.. PLEASE let me know if I missed any warnings. 

WC; 3,069

Summary: You are stay at the league of villain's hide out with Shiggy to attend a Halloween party that they are throwing. Shiggy likes to show you off! Smut, very intense. 

It is the night before Halloween; you’re staying the night with Tomura Shigaraki at the league of villains hideout. This is your first time staying the night with him, you’re excited yet nervous. You’ve been dating for a while now, but this is the first time meeting everyone and seeing the hideout. It is also your first time meeting the other members of the league. You walk into the room where all the villains are goofing around with each other, they all stop in their tracks and stare at you. You look around and wonder what they are looking at. Shigaraki follows close behind, knowing that the league would act like this, him bringing a new play thing to the hideout.

He looks at them and says with rage in his voice “this is my new toy, you touch them and I will turn your ass to dust.” Your face turns bright red. With shaky hands you pull your hood up over your head to hide your face. Shigaraki looks at you and demands you to reveal your face.

“You do not hide your face from me slut, do you understand?” He says with an irritated tone. You nod your head letting him know you understood what he said. You remove the hood and stare at the ground, an embarrassed look washes over your face. He laughs at you, and uses his quirk to disintegrate your jacket to humiliate you further. You cover your chest; your face goes completely white. You picked the wrong day not to wear a shirt or bra. You look at Shigaraki, he can see the discomfort in your face.

“Look at what we have here, you’re even more of a slut than I thought! Not wearing a bra or shirt under your jacket! Now remove your hands and give everyone a show!” Shigaraki demanded. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, all fingers down except for his index finger. You swallow hard, and thoughts come flooding in. You knew if you didn’t comply with what he said you would be a pile of dust. You drop your hands and you can feel everyone's eyes on you. Staring at the ground trying not to make eye contact with anyone, fidgeting with your fingers. Your face is burning with embarrassment, the room is silent.

“Is this okay?” You mumble and slightly turn and look at Shigaraki. His hand still wrapped around your neck, his grip tightens.

Shigaraki smirks at you through his light blue, long, shaggy hair. He looks at the other members and smiles. He reaches with his free hand and disintegrates your pants and panties in one swift motion. He places his lips on yours; kissing you hard and quick. He takes his free hand and opens your mouth with his thumb. You are shorter than him and he takes advantage of that; he spits in your mouth. You look at him with pure terror in your eyes, confused about what is happening. You look around remembering that the other members are still there and staring at you.

“Don’t you dare waste that, I gave you that as a present, now swallow!” He demands, with anger in his voice. His words feel like knives. You swallow and start crying in front of everyone. “Stop being such a crybaby about it.” He ordered. He takes his free hand and tilts your head up with one finger very lightly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me in front of everyone, right cum muffin?” He coos at you.

“Yes Sir.” You bow your head at him.

Dabi looks at Shigaraki with a grin on his face. “You already made your new toy cry, how cute. Are you going to have your pet put on a show for us?” Dabi questions him.

Shigaraki doesn’t answer him, but instead gets a devilish look on his face and shoves a few fingers in your mouth. “Get them wet for me cum muffin, unless you want it to hurt. I don’t care either way it’s your choice this time.” Shigaraki smirks at you. You open your mouth letting him put his fingers in.

“Such a good pet, now suck.” Shigaraki says with glee. You start sucking on his fingers, getting them nice and wet preparing for the worst. After a few minutes of sucking he takes his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your cunt. He shoves two fingers into your needy little hole swiftly. You yelp in a mix of pain and pleasure, your eyes widen remembering there is a group of people watching.

“C-can we please go somewhere private Shigaraki?” You beg. Whispering in his ear, your cunt twitching from pleasure.

He laughs in your face. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” Shigaraki growls in irritation. He smacks you in the face, tears form in your eyes. Shigaraki leans in and licks the salty trail of tears from your cheek. He gets closer to your ear and whispers “I love when you cry, cum muffin.”

The other members of the league of villains casually watch; like this is a normal thing that happens daily.

Dabi walks over next to shigaraki and asks “Damn where did you find this one, she’s pretty obedient.” He looks at you with hooded eyes and an evil like smirk on his face, leaning closer to examine you. Shigaraki is still moving his finger in and out of you not breaking rhythm, he looks at Dabi.

Dabi hands you a drink, looking at Shigaraki for permission to give it to you. Shiggy, already knowing what’s in the drink, nods giving his permission. You take the drink looking confused but you drink it anyways so you don’t get scolded.

“Thank you.” you smile at Dabi. You drink it quickly and hand the glass back to him.

“She better be, she knows not to disobey me or she will be nothing but dust.” Shigaraki laughed. Dabi smiles and winks at you. He turns and goes back to sitting with the others.

Shigaraki looks at you and removes his fingers from inside you. “Wow! Look at how wet you are. Getting turned on with everyone watching. Okay my needy little attention slut, time for the show to end.” He announces. Shigaraki grabs you by your hair releasing his grip from your neck and starts to drag you to his room. “Dabi, you're in charge for the rest of the night.” Shigaraki muttered to him.

You yelp at the pain coming from your head, begging him to stop. “Please let go!” You scream in pain. He ignores your cries and continues to drag you along. You finally get to his room; he throws you on his bed and walks away to grab something. You place your hands on your head trying to rub the pain away.

A couple minutes go by and he walks back with a collar and a slutty maid outfit. “Hold your hair up.” He growls. He’s behind you putting on a collar that says “Shigaraki’s cum muffin.”

“Okay now put this on” He hands you the maid outfit. You struggle to put the outfit on and shigaraki laughs at how ridiculous you look. You finally get the outfit on.

You blush and look at Shigaraki “how do I look?” You ask shly. He doesn’t answer you, instead he shoves you on the bed and starts kissing your neck.

“You stay here, I am going to go change.” Shigaraki says as he walks into the bathroom that’s attached to his room. You lay on the bed and he takes longer than he said he would. Shigaraki was taking his time waiting for the drink to take effect. You start to feel weird and dizzy. Your eyes go heavy and you start to drift off, falling asleep. Shigaraki comes back into the room, now wearing more comfortable clothes. Seeing you’re asleep, he walks into the other room to grab a few things for later that night. Shigaraki comes quietly back into the room carrying the things he needs for later. He sets up a tripod and a camera.

Shigaraki walks over and sits on his gaming chair to play league of legends. Hours go by and he finally looks over his shoulder to see that you’re still asleep. Shigaraki gets up, turns the camera on and walks over to you. You’re laying on your back in a starfish position. Shigaraki crawls on the bed and starts slowly kissing up your thigh, lifting up the maid outfit to expose your sex. He spreads your lips and lightly kisses your clit. Licking gentle sloppy strokes, spelling his name. Slowly adding a finger inside you twisting it in and out, Shigaraki moans against your sex enjoying your taste. Twitching in your sleep, as Shigaraki explores your lewd body. Looking over his shoulder to see if the camera is still recording, he takes his shorts and boxers off. Removing his fingers he takes his hand and guides his cock into your needy wet cunt. Starting slow, he gradually gets faster. He pushes down on your stomach to feel how deep his cock is. Even though you’re in a deep sleep, he picks up your hand and places it on your stomach so you can feel as well. You stir in your sleep, but he doesn’t slow down. Grabbing your throat with his hand making sure he doesn’t put down his index finger he starts to choke you. Shigaraki leans down and whispers in your ear “f-fuck this pussy is so wet, even when you’re sleeping your cunt craves me. I can’t wait to show you the video I am making of me fucking you.” Moaning in pleasure he pushes his cock in all the way and cums. He gets up and grabs a towel that’s on the floor to wipe himself off, leaving you a cum filled mess. After turning the camera off he climbs in bed with you and pulls the blanket up over both of you. Wrapping his arm around you and holding you close to his body he places multiple kisses on your neck.

“I know you’re sleeping and can’t hear me right now but, I do care about you a lot. This is just how I express my love.” He hums against your neck.

Shigaraki falls asleep next to you.

---

It’s the next morning. The day of the halloween party, you rollover to see shigaraki looking at you.

“Good morning” you say in a sleepy voice.

“Good morning princess, do you know what I did to you last night?” Shigaraki smirks at you and raises an eyebrow. Your face goes white as you look at him confused.

“N-no, what did you do to me?” You ask him.

“Let me just show you.” Shigaraki gets up and grabs the camera then sits next to you. Handing you the camera you feel this knot grow in your stomach. He pushes play on the device, you watch the video while shigaraki watches you squirm. He takes his hand and spreads your legs while you continue to watch the video he made last night. Reaching up your dress he sticks a finger in your already wet pussy. The mix of his cum and your wetness drips down your thighs.

“I would ask you what you think of the video but, your body is telling me for you.” He laughs at what a mess you are. You’re a blushing, flustered mess. You sit the camera down on the bed, Shigaraki lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. His cock already hard.

“Show me how badly you want this cock slut, ride my thigh” he demands. Your face bright red, you rub your sex against his thigh. You moan in pleasure from rubbing your needy cunt on him. He grabs a handful of your hair and brings you to your knees in front of him.

“Open wide cum muffin, I want to feel your sweet lips against my cock.” He says while looking down at you. You do as he says and you open your mouth wide taking in his length. He doesn’t start slow, he face fucks you. Easing into it isn’t his thing. Your vision goes blurry from the lack of air. Your head bobs up and down while hollowing your cheeks, his hand wrapped around your throat to feel his dick wrecking your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking this cock so well in that mouth of yours. You’re like a bitch in heat.” He praises you. He picks you up by the throat. “Okay that’s enough for now, let’s get you cleaned up for the halloween party.” He smiles at you.

Shigaraki leads you into the bathroom and turns on the water. He motions for you to hop in, and follows after you. He grabs the shampoo placing some in his hand, he rubs his hands together and starts to lather your hair. He’s careful to not put his index fingers down so he doesn’t disintegrate you. You and Shigaraki finish up in the shower, he drys you off with a towel.

“There is a mint green maid dress hanging in the closet, go put it on and do not put panties on or I will turn them to dust.” Shigaraki demands. You do as he says. He doesn’t wear a costume for the party because he thinks it’s stupid.

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A couple hours pass and the party begins. The Halloween party is at the hideout, only villains are attending. You sit alone at the bar while the villains chat with each other. You look around trying to find Shigaraki, and he comes up behind you grabbing a handful of your hair. Pulling your hair enough to tilt your head back so you’re looking into his eyes.

“I saw you were looking for me cum muffin, everything okay? No one touched you right?” Shigaraki actually sounds concerned.

“I am okay, just kind of nervous with all these people I don’t know” You respond to him.

“Good girl, now stick out your tongue.” He coos at you. Shigaraki grabs your face, waiting for you to obey what he says. He grabs your tongue gently at first and then squeezes hard and pulls. Laughing at your pain. He removes his one hand from your hair and wraps it around your neck, all fingers down except for one. Teasingly brushes his fifth finger down in quick motions.

“I could end your life right now, in front of all these people and I bet just thinking about that makes your needy little cunt ache. Look at that I can see it dripping down your leg!” Shigaraki is talking pretty loud at this point and everyone stops and looks at what is going on.

Shiggy notices that everyone is watching, he bends you over his knee exposing your bare skin. “Now listen here cum muffin, I am going to spank you and you’re going to count out loud after every single smack. Ready?” Your eyes tear up, but you nod your head letting him know you understand.

He puts on his quirk cancelling glove, so he doesn’t accidentally turn you to a pile of dust. He raises his hand and gets ready to spank you, he smacks your ass hard.

“One.” You whimper in pain knowing it’s only going to get worse. He spanks you again but this time harder and more force.

“Two.”

“Three.”

“F-four” You say with a hesitant tone, you try to get the words out but the pain is really intense.

“Come on cum muffin! Don’t give up just yet. We are just getting started!” A sadistic smile takes over his face, this is when you realize he’s going to go even harder as a punishment for messing up counting.

You skip over five hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“So you want to skip numbers? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Should I take my glove off and just turn you to dust?

“N-no, I’m sorry Sir.” You stutter tears stream down your face, trying to catch your breath from crying so hard.

“Six.”

“Seven”

“Eight.” You scream in pain this one hurt more than the rest.

“That one was just for my entertainment,'' he laughs at you. He rubs your ass trying to sooth the pain he just caused leaving light kisses.

Smiling at everyone he says “Alright everyone show is over!”

He looks at you tilts his head “you’re never leaving me, huh? You’re the only one that can handle me.” Shigaraki praises you. You try to give him a smile but you’re way too weak and tired to get a full smile out. He picks you up and carries you back to his room.

“That’s enough of the party, I want you all to myself in private.” He smiles at you.

Shigaraki gently sets you on the bed, walks away to grab a warm cloth, comes back and throws it at you.

“Clean yourself up and change into my shirt” He demands while throwing the shirt on the bed.

Shigaraki starts rubbing on your thighs while undressing himself.

“Such a pretty little thing, you’re being such a good girl for me. I thought you would have broken by now!” Shigaraki squeals with excitement. He pushes you over so you’re laying on the bed. Revealing your sex he leans down and starts to pleasure your sweet clit. Licking soft gentle strokes, gradually getting faster. Your body twitches in pleasure, your orgasm creeping up on you.

“You better not cum without permission, I know you’re a bitch in heat but, I control when you get your sweet release.” He growls against your sex, taking a small breath before devouring you once again.

You’re a twitching mess, you’re about to lose control.

“Sir! Please! Can I cum?” You whine out waiting for a response.

“Yes cum for me, my cum muffin. Show me just how good my mouth feels.” He says in between each lick.

You come undone in his mouth finally able to reach climax.

“T-thank you Sir” You try to get the words out between moans. He kisses your thigh once more.

“I am so proud of you cum muffin, you didn’t break like I thought you would” He praises you.

Shigaraki crawls up next to you and you both fall asleep, completely exhausted, tangled in each other's arms.

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[duskypinkbow]

Shitty weather II Jeff Wittek

summary: You meet Jeff again after a long period of time.

word count: 3,4k (upsy daisy)

note: This is my first fic ever so pls bear with me! :)

A veery very big shoutout to my lil angle @geoffwittek for proofreading and correcting my mistakes! Love u gurl u r the best 🎀

“The house could be packed“ Natalie took the time to warn you. You waved her off while putting your bag between your legs „that’s totally fine“.

As you two drove through LA traffic you looked out at the sky and noticed the clouds are getting grey. „it might rain today..“ you determined, while the two of you continued your conversation. Finally, you pulled up at her house, or to be more specific, David’s house she happened to be living in. Nat parked the car in front of the gate due to the fact that the entrance was already blocked by other cars. Your friend looked at her phone „yeeep“ she said as the scrolled through her messages „there is definitely something going on here…“ - „oh, well I can always leave right away if it gets too much“ you promised while unbuckling your seatbelt and making your way to the house.

„Daaaaavid!“ she screamed, falling to the ground in fear. „You can’t do that to me!“ she complained as her hands rested over her heart. The brown-haired boy giggled, his phone still recording in his hands. After putting it back in his pocket he helped Natalie stand up again. „That’s my idiot roommate..“ Natalie explained to you. „aaaaand boss“ he added smugly, smiling from ear to ear. He stuck his hand out towards you. „David“ he said - „y/n“ you introduced yourself in return.

Once the introductions were done, you observed a big living room further down the hallway. „Come with me…“ Natalie instructed “I’m gonna show you my closet“. You followed her steps through the living room, which was indeed packed with people. Some of them sitting on the big white couch while others were leaning on the kitchen island. Natalie greeted them with a shouted hello, while you just waved shyly in an attempt to symbolise a well meant greeting to all of them.

In the bedroom, your best friend showed you her very well organised closet filled with dresses and fancy skirts alike. „What size shoes are you?“ she asked. “umm.. y/s/s..“ you answered while looking through the endless hangers. „damn, so I can’t give you those fanc-„ before she could even finish her sentence a loud „Naaataaalieee“ came from the hallway. „ugh“ she groaned, reluctantly setting the pair of high heels down. “I’ll be right back..“ you softly nodded and continued to look through her closet.

After some time had passed you still couldn’t decide between three of her alluring dresses. You put the hanger of one of them above your head so that it was hanging clearly in front of your body. „Oh you would look so cute in that one!“ Natalie said as she was re-entering her room. You smiled at your reflection in the big mirror. „Don’t you think it’s a bit too much for a wedding?“ you asked, still a little uncertain. „Absolutely not!“ she denied your worries. „When is the wedding anyways?“ - „in like three month..“ you answered, still glancing in the mirror while posing a little for yourself in assessment. „Then just take this one and the other two… you can decide closer to the day.“ you looked up, in slight disbelief at her offer.  „I mean it..“ she asserted „I won’t need them…at least not in the next couple of months“ her words reassuring you.

With the dresses in your arms, you made your way to the hall in order to leave the big house again. You waved your goodbyes to the people still sitting and chatting in the living room.

As you made a turn in the hallway your head collided with a solid chest, your body almost falling down at the sudden loss of balance. Instead, two hands rested on your shoulders, effectively preventing the fall. „sorry i didn’t see-“ you said while looking up to be met with a pair of brown eyes. Your mouth remained slightly open, the rest of the apology stuck in your throat. It’s been almost six years since you last saw him.

~ 

You met on a rainy day in late autumn. Your clothes soaking wet as you stepped through the door of the studio. „shitty weather out there huh?“ first words he ever spoke to you. „tell me about it“ you nodded, focused on trying to wring out your soaked hair. „I don’t think that will help“ he chuckled lightly. The first time you heard his laugh, the handsome boy looked at you with a little smirk. „heey..can we get a hairdryer or somethin’ for her?“ he requested the man who was passing through the room, his right hand pointing in your direction. „Yeah I can grab one, you guys here for the shoot?“ the employee asked. Both of you nodded simultaneously „Perfect. Could you get ready in here?“ he instructed you on where to go and promised someone would bring the hairdryer.

It was silent on your way in before he decided to end the quiet by asking: „Sooo..is this your first job?“ - „umm, second“ you answered shyly, a bit intimidated by his hight, especially next to your smaller figure. „Is it that obvious?“ you asked, now a little embarrassed, questioning if you already did something wrong. He chuckled again „not at all“ he reassured, holding the correct door open for you „Jus’ wanted to start a conversation “ you smiled, feeling your cheeks flush at his straightforwardness.

„Yeah, I actually have another job in like two weeks“ you said while on the phone, a little after you two began to take some photos for the launching clothing line. „No…- I guess.. - no I need to find a new place for that time.. - yeah.. - worst case scenario I will just go to a hostel or rent a cheap hotel room…- i mean I’m just sleeping there right? - no yeah...i understand.. - i should really get going now.. - i’ll call you back okay? okay.. bye“ you end the call and return next to the tall stranger you just met, waiting for instructions on what’s next in the shoot.

„uhmm“ he begins shyly, still looking to the cameraman who was adjusting his camera. „not to be nosey..but did i hear that right? You need a place to live or something?“ you looked at his side profile, explaining your current situation. „Alright, so about that..“ he interrupts, glancing between you and photographer. „A friend of mine has a spare room going in his apartment. He’s actually already looking for a new roommate, but that could be postponed. If you want to I could call him up and ask if it would be okay for you to stay there?” - „wait.. deadass?“ you ask, his generous offer shocking you. „well, I mean only if you want to?“  He looked down to observe your reaction. „I- yeah..- i mean your friend won’t murder me right?“ you joke, looking up and into his warm. He’s the first to break the eye contact, glancing at the cameraman again. „He’s one of the nicest guys I know out there…“ he assures with a small smile present. „He is so fucking nice, wouldn’t even kill a fly…“ his words of comfort continue. „Well, then yes, please I am totally willing to take you up on that offer“ is your enthusiastic response, his full attention back on you & a genuine smile decorating the handsome features. „Alright...I will ask him after the shoot is over then..“ - „Thank you so much!… it really means a lot -...umm?“ you begin, hopeful of catching his name „Oh shit yeah, guess I never introduced myself right?“ the man realised. „..My name is Jeff“ he said, reaching out for your hand „Yeah right“ you chuckle, not about to fall for his joke. „No, really..“ the smirk is back on his face. „Oh, so you are an undercover police officer just like me?“ you whisper, hoping he might catch the 21 Jumpstreet reference. „damn..“ he mutters while searching in his back pocket „this fuckin’ movie really ruined my life..“ his hand emerges with a wallet, the ID in it soon handed to you. „Jeffery Wittek..“ you read aloud „the one and only..“ he confirms still smiling softly at you.

After the shoot was over Jeff called up his friend, confirming it would be alright if you stayed with him. The very next day he helped you take all of your stuff over to his friend’s apartment.

In the weeks that followed, the two of you grew inevitably close. Although both busy with work & other responsibilities on some days, you still managed to spend at least a few hours each day together.

Sometimes he just checked in on you, making sure to ask if everything was alright. On other occasions, he visited his friend and stayed the whole day to do nothing but spending time together.

You showed him pictures of places you have been to, in return, he would share his childhood memories. You even told him about your plans for the future, while Jeff opened up about his past. It became your favourite pass time to make jokes about his inability to read properly, to which he would only tease about your short height.

Throughout your stay, the pair of you talked almost every night, about everything, just because it came so easily between you two. Always enjoying every second of valuable time together, not wanting it to end.

One of those nights, you finally built enough courage to admit that you were moving out of the country to live in Italy with your boyfriend. In reply, Jeff confessed his plans to move out to LA cause he met a girl.

Your friendship started innocently. Neither of you would have thought that it could ever build into such an intense and deep connection within the short amount of time. You were strangers only days ago, now openly sharing secrets usually too afraid to tell even the closest of friends. Maybe it was because both of you understood the reflected lack of ulterior motives in honesty. After all, you made sure to just keep things friendly, flirting carefully avoided. Or because you knew both of you were leaving, that alone reason enough not be dishonest with each other. Whatever it was, it started to become a little dangerous with time, you all too aware that the two of you were playing with the fire.

Time continued to pass, you could feel yourself begin to like the familiar boy more and more. Your heart would beat faster any time you saw him, breathing stopping for a second every time his skin touched yours. It continued on: you would get lost in his beautiful eyes whenever he looked at you, asking yourself if he could feel the same way you were. If there could ever be more. You did your best to stop those thoughts immediately, reminding your mind how you were about to leave the country for your boyfriend, whom you loved and didn’t want to betray. Besides, Jeff started to see that girl.

One night, Jeff's friend decided to hold a little get together with some of his friends, your stay in the apartment effectively forcing you to take part. Everyone had their fun, all chatting & playing drinking games on a cheerful night.

After a while, some of you somehow ended up on the rooftop of the building. Most of the people out there just wanting to get a bit of fresh air or have a cigarette, but you went up solely to enjoy the view. You loved going up to the roof just to see the shining lights of the city that doesn’t sleep.

„So your stay here is coming to an end huh?“ Jeff was the one to interrupt your admiring, walking up to you, while you looked out to the lights. You nodded „yeah“ the word spat out sadly before taking another sip of your drink. „I never thought three weeks could be over with so quickly..“ his words carried a sad undertone. „Me neither..“ you acknowledged, „i think i did and saw more in those three weeks with you than ever before“ he chuckled at the true words. „yeah.. we experienced quite a lot of New York together“ he made sure to exaggerate with his accent, sight remaining locked on you.

When you finally looked up at him, you couldn’t help but tease „So.. Is the tough Wittek gonna miss me?“ you asked jokingly while running your hand through his wind tousled hair. „Of course i will.“ he admitted. „Haven’t had so much fun in a long time..“. A smile sneaked its way across your face „oh your gonna have fun again when you are reunited with your special lady.“ you rebutted, oblivious to how his smile faded a little. Of course he would have fun again he thought. But the girl he was seeing right now wasn’t you. She was funny, but her humour couldn’t compare to yours. She was beautiful but she didn’t have those cute little dimples, which only showed when you laughed aloud. She had a promising career in front of her, but she just wasn’t you. „I guess…“ he eventually replied, still deep in thought about the girl who couldn’t compare.

You took another sip of your drink and gazed away into the distance before finally glancing at the man who had your heart.  „I think you- ..you have a little eyelash on your cheek“ Jeff said, abandoning his drink in favour of stepping a little closer and moving his hands up to your face.

One of them rested gently on your cheek, to give your head some balance as he titled it upwards, the other grazing right under your eye to get the fallen lash. His fingers lightly brushed over your skin, grasp so gentle on your face as if it was something precious. As if it could break if he put too much pressure on your little cheek. It was the very first time you really let yourself look him in the eyes tonight. Not that you haven’t looked into the brown pools before, but this time, in the light of the city, just inches away from your face, you really saw the artistic strokes of the different shades of brown melting together. You saw how the dark parts covered up the few light spots,  saw his kindness and how much he truly cared about you, all by simply looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

His hand stayed on your cheek, despite the lash being long gone. You breathed out audibly, lost in the present moment. The scent of his cologne travelling up and into your nose in the proximity you two shared right now. „we should-..probably get back to the party…“ he whispers slowly, involuntarily glancing at your lips while his palm moved from its hold on your cheek to the back of your neck. „mhmm“ you could only hum lightly in response, feeling your heart starting to beat faster, slowly rising to your tippy toes. Your face is slowly inching closer to his &  then you can feel his breath on your lips, eyes starting to close on their own accord, the two of you so close and right before your lips could touch - „Paarty time!“ one of Jeff's friend accidentally interrupts, tipsy shouting entering the rooftop. The two of you pull back immediately, not wanting him or anyone else to witness the kiss you almost shared. The friend walks obliviously towards Jeff. „man we thought you’ve left already!“ his word stuttered drunkenly. „No, I wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye“ he chuckles away as if  the moment you two just had never happened.

You had three more days in New York after that slip up before you finally left for Europe. Neither Jeff nor you mentioned the moment you two had together. After that night, and after you both finally sobered up, you convinced yourself that Jeff was too drunk to even remember what could have happened. His own thoughts were similar. Both of you far too scared to say something and ruin the time left. You were too embarrassed because Jeff had already started to date that girl he thought he liked, not to forget you were in a relationship with a boy you thought you were in love with . Both too cowardly to admit that there is indeed a spark there.

As your last day has come Jeff and his friend escorted you to the airport. „Man it will be so weird not having you around anymore y/n“ Jeffs friend said while driving through New York traffic. You looked out of the window in the backseat of the car. „I’m really gonna miss this..“ you stated, now slyly looking at Jeff, sitting in the passenger seat without returning your longing glances. In reality, what you would really miss..is him. You would miss his high pitched laugh, dark sense of humour and dry jokes, his warm and caring hugs and especially, his presence in your life. Not knowing if you would ever see him again or if you will ever come back to America again.

Jeff and his friend lead you to your gate, saying their goodbyes, promising to visit you in Italy someday, assuring that you’ll always be welcome if you decide to return. You hugged your new friend, who allowed you to stay in his apartment so graciously  before looking up at Jeff. „Come here..“ he says, opening his arms for your embrace. Your arms wrapped around his waist, his head resting atop of yours. You breathed in heavily, trying to hold back the inevitable tears. He stroked your back in comfort „I’m really gonna  miss you y/n/n..“ he conceded in a whisper. „me too..“ you admitted as well. „Promise me we will see each other again?“ Jeff asked, now looking down at you, while your own gaze travelled up to his eyes. You smiled sadly „I promise..“ you nodded with watery eyes. He hugged you again, saying your last goodbyes before you left to get your flight.

~

Jeff’s hair was slightly wet from the rain outside, a similar expression of shock on his face.„wow..uh, what?“ you let out, first to break the silence between you. „wow…“ he repeated dumbfounded. His hands were still resting holding onto your upper arms before he eventually raised them to his head in an act of disbelief. He shook his head, not sure if this was really happening right now, if it was really you in front of him. „I-„ you started again, but before you could keep talking he quickly forced you into a tight embrace.

His hands went back to your shoulders, still unsure if it was really you „This is insane..“  He muttered eventually, „it is..“ you confirmed. „How long has it been?“ Jeff was quick to ask while you still struggled to grasp the situation. „Almost 6 years..“ you uttered lightly.

„How’s Vince?“ he couldn’t help but ask with interest. „Oh...we uh, we broke up a while ago..“ you admitted, remembering your days in Italy. „oh I’m so sorry.“ the reply was sympathetic. „Yeah..how is Cierra?“ you asked in return, curious about the girl he started to see when you guys just met. Jeff glanced over into the living room, suddenly aware of all who were witnessing your reunion. „we also broke up a while ago..“. The information delivered with no emotions. You nodded lightly, unsure on how exactly to react or respond.

You checked your phone to look at what time it was, „I should probably go now..“ you mentioned, breaking the short moment of silence between you two. „Yeah..“ Jeff nodded, freeing your way to the exit. As made your very first step towards the door he stopped you by saying „Listen, before you go, can i get your num-“ before he could even end his sentence you interrupted „-just ask Natalie for it“ you informed him, „‚cause if you won’t, i’ll promise you that i will..“ you stepped closer to the door while teasing. „I’m not gonna lose touch with you again Wittek..“ you reveal and he chuckles.

Just when you were reaching for the front door again Jeff stopped you „y/n..“ you turn to look back at him, seeing that his stretched out hand held an umbrella „Here, take this..“ he demands softly „S’shitty weather out there..“ he adds with a little knowing smirk.

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[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

Pan? Polysexual sounds better now

Back to guys, gay girls, nonbinaries, pan, bi, gender-fluid, and queer people.

I might have to take a recap on matches who are trans for right now,

I still have a lot to learn about what my true identity is for right now.

Because I really can't stick to just one label...

Aye, that's just me. And dating apps are starting to feel like a job, there's too many people matching with me and trying to remember names is getting a lot to handle when you're on 3 different apps and about 20 conversations going at the same time. And still 99 people waiting on you to swipe right on them, on each one. And plus I'm not as picky about looks as I was before, so I'm mostly reading just bios, analyzing photos to see what could be their interests in, and making sure I'm not being too passive on red flags when people talk to you.

I will admit, I still swipe right on them if they're trans and I'm attracted to them. I just know me, I'd rather date someone who was fully transitioned or somebody who is still on the nonbinary, before part. Only because I know me.

I had to watch someone I had already grown into getting to know and getting attached to, and then when I finally got comfortable with them for over a yr, they changed that drastically during those 3months we were separate and I had no idea about it.....I'm not sure if I could watch it happen before my eyes. Cause then I would have to miss the way they were before, because of my attraction to their naturally mixed feminine/masculine looking features and actions. So, ideally I wouldn't have changed anything about them.

I don't wanna grow attached to a voice or a face or a body that will no longer be there tomorrow. I know that person before is still in there, but it's different when you're romantically attracted to them, been intimate with them vs when you're just a friend. My experience shocked and scared my paranoia and fear of change. I remember crying when my dad started growing white and grey hairs in his beard. Cause I never want my dad to change, cause I've grown up with him being this strong man that always was there for me, held me, made me feel safe, calmed me down when I had my moments, and tucked me in when I wanted to feel comfortable. He showed me that he always loved me, always cared about me, and that he was never gonna leave me. As if he's never gonna die during my time on this earth. Seeing his greyishly, white hairs, I thought death and that my daddy will soon no longer be the fun, happy, strong dad that I've always been with as his princess. And that's kind of what vibe this particular person was to me, even though they weren't as smart, strong, or always there for me....cause most of the time my nights alone cause they couldn't or didn't know I needed them to be there fo r me like that to feel loved or just to feel wanted. Cause I couldn't speak up.

But now, that they has turned into a he. I feel like its brutally denying me to chance to not only say goodbye to them as they, but I would have to get reacquainted to HE, with a totally different name, maybe different personality, maybe different sexuality, and I won't know if I like the new evolved version of this person. The fear of the unknown is high for me. Especially when there's a 40% rate of fems that decided to change their sexual orientation after taking testosterone. I 'm possessive about my partners and I would hate to know that after seeing this person physically change and go through so much emotional/mental changes that one day they decide "Hey, I think I like men now, I wanna give this a shot. Could we make this work?"

I would tell Him, to go right ahead and go on a date with that coworker or guy on Tinder/Grinder. But I'm not gonna be here when you come home. Because to me that's some bullshit. And I've known this person well enough to know, that they don't mind using other people to meet their sexual needs that I can't possibly give them due to my actual gender and my body as such. I wouldn't want to share my partner, nor watch them get fucked by another man...because I'm not a man, im a woman...theres a huuuuuugggeeee difference.

And if it ever came to that point 3 yrs later and He became someone I didn't know anymore, because of the hormones changing how they feel as a man, dysphoria gone....I get it, you've hated yourself for years and now you're happy in the dream body you always asked for. But, I would be scared to lose you, to whoever else you decide to open up to in your selections. Cause you're that type to leave to please you and not make it work. I don't want somebody who changes their mind all the time about who they wanna be, who else do they wanna smash, and who else they can flirt with. That's cheater mentality.

And I'm sorry trans community that I'm basing my recent experience with someone as the example for the rest of you. Because I know there are some ftm's who've already changed and stayed with their partners. I just don't know if I could trust this process, knowing the effects, the research on whether or not they become completely detached to women or become bisexual... I can't.

And I'm thankful for the ftm's that have been posting youtube videos and tiktoks for viewers like me who are curious about the possible cons, and physical or emotional changes they've overcome. I was shocked the first time I ever watched a bandaged ftm, who finally unrevealed their scars from top surgery. I've always been preparing myself for this. Because I knew one day, that this cute, fluffy, soft skinned, white latino looking, but really just mixed mocha, nonbinary person was gonna be...changed over a year or so. I thought I could prepare for it, so that when it does happen it doesn't hurt as much to watch to them in pain if the bleeding from the scars are irritating them or if one day they're super cranky and obnoxious for what seems to be no reason. Or if one day they end up feeling they dont need anybody like Zanthos, with the 4 avenger rings lol.

But I'm too damn fucking sensitive. I was born this way. I've always prepared myself with the worst and the best information, that way when it does happen, the tidal wave of emotions from the reaction, doesn't end up torching my soul or blowing me out the water. Cause I am gay. I adore women, men, and when I met this person I loved them as an in-betweener as nonbinary. They are so brutally harsh, twisted, manipulative, jealous, and possesive. But I've always liked that they had these emotions inside of them that they hold back because they don't wanna seem so soft, always hiding this feminine quality about them because ideally, they're pretty looking, gorgeous eyes that can turn black cold like obsidian, and those fucking cheeks and cat nose. I've only seen the slight hips, but I didn't mind it. And they've always hid their body away even when we would try to have sex. I knew the dysphoria was there, cause again I prepared myself to be patient and kind.

So, I'm glad they're turning a new leaf to make themselves feel more confident about being recognized in society as a full, grown ass man. I'm pretty sure HE, is gonna get cocky af, cause that's just the way he was when they were they.

I know it's selfish of me to say, but I'm afraid of what will happen down the line years later. But that's just me being afraid. If He ends up not liking me anymore, I know it won't be the end of the world and I walked away at the right time when I did. Because this person is currently separated from me, and I'm still insecure about that part too. Not knowing how they are during this transition for what may become years or not...I hope HE is doing okay and not piercing everyone with their new, world domination, ego.

I just don't wanna imagine them get fucked by a guy....sorry that's just me. And will their buttery ass kisses, still be as sweet anymore?

Will I be ok with HE having chest hair?

Will I love the sound of their new voice or will I just hate it, while still missing the old, brodie, sexy, slightly feminine voice?

Especially when they used to go all soft and cuddly on me over the phone, it was soooo cuteeee. I miss our phone and text conversations.

Will they grow into another relationship with somebody else because they started to become unattached and unattracted to my body, my tits, my hips, my vagina even....just because they completely changed their identity?

And I still a woman? I've only thought about wearing a binder a couple of times, and yes, I do watch ftm and trans porn because I did like the fantasy of being intimate with someone who had a bigger clit size or just having a big clit of my own that felt like a dick.

I'm willing to admit that. Because let's be honest, boys get away with so much more shit as a male, compared to us females.

I wish I could grow a dick overnight and nobody not know I'm still a chick! Lol, but I still don't like the all over hair body growth and I still want my vagina back. Like a rental suit with an actual dick and no tits. Those are the onllyyyyyyyyy things I've thought about, but would never admit out loud. Only because I still like my body and my gender identity as is. I feel like the blue girl from X-Men could get away with it, cause she can be anybody she wants to and go back to being herself at the end of the day. And still camouflage behind walls. Lucky chick. Especially if she could teleport, oh he'll yeah.

It's gonna take me awhile to get over this, so please be patient with me. As I'm trying not to cry as I watch my ftm porn get fucked by a guy. Cause I used to be heavy into it, now I feel wrong for watching it and then I'm reminded "40% chance, you're watching it" 😞🤮😫

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Eden [M] ︳Prologue

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Genre: Smut with plot; romance, angst and some fluff to unfold.

Rating: NSFW-ish

Warning: Mild dirty talking, mild dry humping, mild degradation, and inappropriate touching.

Words: 5300+

Notes: Happy valentine’s everyone~! I hope you had a fantastic day/evening, and here is a lil’ present for you all. It’s the prologue of ‘Eden’, and hopefully you guys get a taste of this new, upcoming, series.

Please note, updates are going to be slow. At the moment, ‘Limerence’ is my main series (Greek Mythology is my side project). But once Limerence is done, Eden will be my main focus! Tags aren’t working (why am I not surprised) - but hopefully that fixes itself soon and appears in people’s feed.

Thank you for reading, and please don’t be shy to leave a like or comment, take care~!

Masterlist ︳01

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

It seems he managed to wander into a garden, and he was starving for a taste of that forbidden fruit. And now that he got a taste, he was not going to let go. His fingertips were engraved with sin, burning her skin with every touch, chin dripping of her sweet juices. “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath because he knew – this was more than just a quick taste.

Savory

(flower); spice, interested.

           “Ah, you’re a lifesaver!” Izuku Midoriya declared, face flushed as his head bounced up and down. His dark green hair flew everywhere, a pretty contrast from his pink freckled cheeks. He was the living definition of ‘rookie’ – filled with an unreasonable amount of energy and enthusiasm. You’re surprised you didn’t see his face plastered beside the word in every dictionary around the world.

           But it was that same energy, desire to be a hero, that had your lips curving upwards, a kittenish smile painting your rose-coloured lips. How could you not shoot him one of your infamous smiles, brushing back your hair as you mused. He’s a ball of motivation and joy – a real hero in the works.

           “If Recovery Girl finds out I healed you despite her orders, she’ll have my head,” you advised with a click of your tongue, truth lingering in your statement. After showing up to work slightly hungover – courtesy of Midnight’s refusal to accept ‘no’ for an answer for bar-hopping – the last thing you wanted was to be caught healing Midoriya.

           As if he could read your mind, the green-haired boy moaned under his breath.

           You wiped the last bit of ointment onto his skin, wrapping his wounds, spotting the way his shoulders slumped for a moment – remorse painting his face. But just like that, he puffed out his chest, a sudden resolve overcoming him.

           “I’m sorry. But I can’t let All Might down – I need to push myself-”

           “Keep pushing yourself, and you won’t have any of ‘yourself’ left to be a hero.” You interjected, causing Midoriya’s mouth to shut close, taking in the weight of your words. He stared at you with those large eyes of his, watching your fingers ease their way off his bruised limbs, the bandages new and tightly wrapped.

           “Recovery Girl is going to whip All Might’s ass if she finds out you were hurt - again.” You spoke honestly, causing the pink tint of his cheeks to turn into a darker hue. His freckles almost blended in with the flush, nodding his head furiously at your in-direct warning.

           It was at times hard to believe that this naïve, well-natured boy was Katsuki Bakugo`s supposed ‘rival.’ It was like comparing apples and oranges – this year’s students were something else. Your hands fell over your lap, leaning into Midoriya, you gaze meeting his.

           One for all…

           “Come on, let’s get going before we get caught. I’ll wrap up a few herbs for your mom to smash up. Make sure you rub it into your skin after your bath. It should numb the pain and stop the bruising and swelling.” You spoke, shooting him another cheeky smile, a weak attempt to wipe that look off his face.

           With a tired sigh, you pushed yourself off your seat, the sound of your black heels clicking against the white tiles of your office, filling the quietness. It was as you strolled around, eyes scanning the dozens of tiny planters that hung along the walls, you realized how late it has gotten.

           The sun was setting; the campus eerily quiet as most of the students were already home. Shit – and you still have to make dinner. Your index finger fell over your pouting lips; eyes eagerly searching for that one particular pot-

           “Ah- there it is.” You hummed pleasantly, reaching forward. The tan planter fell over your desk with a soft thud, your fingers dancing over the dirt until you felt it.

           The roots were starting to stretch, the shoot wiggling its way from the soil, pushing and shoving the dirt painfully slow before breaking the surface. “Come on, baby.” You muttered softly, focusing on the energy of the plant. And you swore, because you could feel the annoyance of the plant, undoubtedly grumbling a faint ‘fuck you, you forgot to water me last night,’ before spouting into a perfectly formed leaf.

           “Hero alias; Eden. Real name; Y/N. Quirk; Bioterra – can take any seed or spore and manipulate them in movement or growth…” Midoriya muffled under his breath. You let out an airy laugh hearing Midoryia mumbling to himself, clipping the newly formed seed leaves carefully, before thanking the plant.

           You prefer not to piss off the seedling. Afterall – this little babe has saved your ass far too many times to count.

           Looking over your shoulder to Midoriya, you tossed the last of the herbs into a cute little baggy. “If you keep mumbling under your breath like that, you’ll end up just scaring all the villains away.” you teased, and Midoriya scratched his head.

           “I never saw your quirk before – it’s really pretty!” He gushed, and it was then you realized that the boy was no longer patiently sitting on the examination table, but eagerly hovering over your study with a pen and book in hand. Where and when did he even-

           “Word of caution, Midoriya, while I may be the sidekick of Recovery Girl – don’t think for a second that all I can do is heal. I can grow some pretty toxic things. Get too close, and you might cease to exist.” You warned wickedly, wiggling your brows at him. But rather than deterring the curious boy, it seemed to have done the opposite.

           His mouth widened, lips racing, “If that’s the case, does that mean you’re immune to all poisons or toxins created by plants? Does that mean no plants can cause an effect on you, whether its good or bad? Does that mean you can’t heal yourself with your medicine-”

           “Midoriya. Just because you’re my favourite doesn’t mean I won’t force-feed you some valerian root for some quiet.” Midoriya’s face stoned at your threat, instantly bowing up and down. “S-sorry-” Midoriya began to stutter before a sultry singing cut him off.

           “You sure you aren’t a sadist, a villain?”

           Both of you shifted your attention to the entrance, eager to find the owner of that vibrating tone.

           “Good evening, Midnight.” You spoke, smiling radiantly to your best friend, as your arms fell over the shy Midoriya. His green eyes widened, studying the pro-hero up and down in interest – no doubt he was thinking about the rated 18+ hero’s quirk. And given a chance, he would ask her thousands of questions like he has done to you since the start of the school year.

           The stunning deep hue of purple against her red mask brought out the teasing glimmer in her eyes. Midnight cocked her head to the side, arms crossing over her chest, emphasizing her ample bust as she stepped into the room.

           “You’re not doing some unauthorized healing, are you?” Midnight pestered, cocking an eyebrow as she eyed the fresh bandages decorating Midoriya’s fingers. In a flash, your hands squeezed Midoriya’s shoulders, shaking your head with a falsely sweet smile on your lips.

           “Of course, not – I’m just showing Midoriya here, my quirk! It’s getting late; we can talk more tomorrow.” Your grip loosened, shoving the boy forward. While Midoriya was undoubtedly naïve, he wasn’t dumb. He quickly got the hint, stepping forward before waving at the both of you, “Thank you for demonstrating your quirk, see you tomorrow!”

           He dashed away from the voluptuous dominatrix, the sound of his heavy feet running down the empty hallways of UA slowly fading the further he ran. The moment he was out of earshot, Midnight twirled her whip, purring.

           “Lying to a teacher, how naughty of you.” Midnight snickered, tapping her chin as she inched her way forward. Her skin-tight costume only seemed to accentuate her sex appeal, and you rolled your eyes.

           “What are you going to do, spank me?” you challenged with your tongue sticking out. Your hands made haste with sweeping up the dirt that littered your counter, giving your seedling a lil’ treat for working so hard today.

           Midnight laughed obnoxiously loud, “You’ll enjoy that too much, you kinky bitch.”

           “And that, I won’t deny.” You giggled back, already knowing Midnight was snooping around your office, sniffing all the flowers that were blooming. She, in particular, loved the darker hued flowers, saying it matched her aesthetic.

           Placing the planter back into its spot, you turned on your heel, reaching for your purse that you left on the floor. “What are you doing here so late, anywho?” You pondered, swinging the strap over your shoulder, checking for your house keys and wallet.

           Midnight sighed dramatically, taking another whiff of the roses, “Meetings. I could use a drink, girl.”

           “Well, count me out, I’m starving, and it’s late.” You stated, shutting the window of your office, and locking it. It was officially dark outside, the streetlights looking like twinkling stars. Time moves faster when you’re having fun.

           “Oh, come on! You’re young and sexy, go out. Get drunk – better yet, find yourself a hot daddy.” Midnight argued, waltzing over to your side in a flash, tone rising with passion. “Just because you work for UA doesn’t mean you can’t live a little. You’re starting to turn into your grandmother – work, work, work.”

           You pouted, “Please don’t compare me to my grandmother.”

           Don’t get it wrong; you loved and respected your grandmother – Recovery Girl.

           She was the first hero of the family, the family pride. Hell – she was the reason why you even wanted to become a hero. She used to take you to her workplace when you a mere toddler, showing you off to all her co-workers, bragging how you’re going to be the next big thing. She was the definition of a proud grandmother.

           That’s why you worked your ass off, becoming the second hero in the family – and next-in-line to become UA’s healer once the old lady decides to retire.

           “Come on, one drink? Maybe I can hook you up with some of my friends. They know how to treat a woman. Want a submissive, a dom, ou- maybe a switch?” Midnight insisted and at that point, you huffed loudly. You saw the stars in her eyes the more she talked about the possibility of hooking you up with one of her friends. This woman-

           Linking arms with the sex addict of a friend you had, you shut your office door behind the both of you, walking through the deserted hallways. The hallways of UA was dead, all the classroom doors locked, blinds lowered so only the poorly functioning lights of the school could guide you out of this prison.

           “Don’t ignore me! I have yet to see you with someone. What do you want? What are you looking for, girl?” Midnight groused under her breath.

           What do you want…?

           Your mouth opened, a sly smirk on your face. “You know what I want? I want a fuck buddy, no feelings. Just good, hot, rough sex.”

           “And I know a friend who can do just that!” Midnight blurted, but you merely shook your head.

           “I already have someone.”

           Midnight’s eyes widen, stopping abruptly in the dimly light hallway. “You have someone? Excuse me, who is this person and since when? You haven’t gotten laid in god knows how long, and it shows.”

           You grinned mischievously, leaning into her. Midnight was on her tippy-toes, eyes and ears eagerly waiting for the spicy gossip. Her hands clasped together, leather whip firmly caught in between her tight grasp. If only she knew.

           “They’re the best. Their name is ‘dildo,’ and they’re always ready to get down whenever I need them.” You whispered.

           The moment Midnight realized what you were saying, the look of utter annoyance was clear as day.

           “You’re fucking ridiculous, Eden.” Midnight fumed, throwing her arms up in defeat as she stormed forward. You laughed from behind her, watching the way she cursed under her breath, her whip swinging back and forth. To be fair, you’re surprised she didn’t use it on you.

           “You love me, Midnight!” You screamed from behind her, and she merely shot you a glare over her shoulder, lips pressed together, trying to hold back a grin. “If you were my toy, I would’ve beaten your ass till it’s purple and blue.”

           You shoot her a kiss, playfully slapping your own ass as she raged. “I can’t wait till you find someone. And I hope they put you in your damn place. Fuck you till you can’t walk.”

           “That’s the goal!” You chirped, earning another hiss from the queen of lust, herself.

           The cold breeze that funnelled its way through the mutedly lit alleyway in which you walked was borderline painful. Your dress suddenly seemed far too short for the summer weather, your arms wrapping around yourself as you grumbled. The temperature seemed to drop in a matter of minutes – the twenty-minute walk from the school to home seemed like a journey.

           It was unreasonably dark, and the brisk air added an uncomfortable feeling in your gut. Not even the flicking neon signs that littered the city seemed to lift the mood – the atmosphere dark and grungy. The faster you get home, the better.

           Your fingers dug into your purse strap, tugging it closer to your body as your UA lanyard bounced off your chest. The bobbing of your identification card matched your heartbeat at this point, your stomach screaming to get some food inside of it.

           Pace hast, you turned the corner abruptly -“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

           Four men, of medium build, laughing obnoxiously loud and recking of alcohol crowded the already narrow alleyway. Their words were heavily slurred, arms wrapped around each other as they struggled to walk forward. Their clothing was old and dirty, and your nose scrunched up – god even the smell of shitty alcohol smelt better than whatever odour they were emitting.

           Your footsteps eased, cautiously walking behind them.

           They were moving forward, slowly, but they were moving. The smart thing to do would be to walk back and take a long way home  - but that means it’ll take longer for you to cook dinner, take a hot bath, and have a steamy session with your lovely date called ‘dildo.’

           You have the patience for neither.

           With a frustrated huff, you brushed your hair back, letting your gaze fall back onto the ground. Come on, it was a Monday night, and you just wanted to get home. Was that too much to ask?

           Trying to lessen the sound of your heels against the broken concrete, your steps were sluggish. If someone were to be watching behind you, they would’ve thought you didn’t know how to walk in heels. So fucking stupid, these dumb, drunk, idiots-

           “Heeeey maaaan, come over hereeee. We just wanna taaaalk.” A man shouted, and you felt your blood freeze. Your head snapped upwards, hearing the men starting to speak brasher, the slurring of their speech clear.

           Was he talking to you?

           No, they couldn’t be.

           Their backs were still facing you, staggering back and forth as the men seemed to puff in demeanour. Your eyes narrowed, observing one of the men walking hastily, his hands reaching for his back pocket. If he wasn’t talking to you, then that can only mean – he was trying to catch up to someone.

           “Don’t ignore meee, you skinny shit. Come hereee before I add more scaars.”

           Not caring anymore if you made noise, your pace quicken, swaying side to side to catch a glimpse of who this man could be chasing. They can’t honestly be planning on mugging someone; they can barely walk, let alone mug someone. A tired sigh escaped your lips – time to play the hero.

           Your fingers trailed into your purse, grabbing rose seeds, feeling the vines starting to rise over your fingers-

           Heat.

           The sound of your plants whimpering, retreating into your purse as blue flames flooded your vision had your eyes widening, a hostile shiver running up your spine.

           Ashes floated into the clear night sky, the smell of burnt flesh taking over the stench of alcohol as you instinctively pressed your body against the brick walls, seeking any form of coolness. You could feel the hot air rush past your ears, hair flipping for a split moment. Sweat beaded down your forehead – these flames…

           They were explosive.

           Uncontrolled.

           Pure rage.

           But most importantly - absolutely stunning.

           Your long nails dug into the brick wall, shamelessly staring at the light show in front of you rather than saving the other three men. The diverse hues of blue, clashing and mixing like a wild dance. Did that dirty, drunk man unleash this power, such a beauty?

           You quickly realized how wrong you were.

           The ash that was floating in the sky, the smell of rotting flesh – that was him.

           “You’re fucking nuts, man! You killed him – you burnt him alive!” The men screamed, their speech no longer slurred, bringing you back to the reality of the situation. And as the realization of the sight in front of you unfolded, you found yourself swallowing.

           The low-slung chuckle that caught your attention, a snicker that carried in the cold breeze, had your skin rising and lips parting.

           “Well, aren’t you an observant one. It seems I did…wanna be next?” a man spoke, voice raspy, contemptuous in tone.

           You pressed yourself off the brick wall, desperate to seek the man who caused the flips in your stomach. His voice alone was eargasmic, and when you stumbled back, heels clicking loudly, you realized you not only caught the attention of the three drunk men but the man with blue flames, as well.

           The azure embers that lingered in the cold air reflected the streetlights, highlighting a tall, lean man at the end of the shady alleyway. The way his thin lips curved upwards, a sinister smirk emerging as he licked his lips in delight.

           His light skin contrasted against the seared scars that littered his face and neck, staples piercing his flesh in a sadistic fashion. But yet, in some messed up way – the look suited him. The darkness of night adding an air of mystic and dangerous enchantment around him.

           “Well…hello there, doll.” He mused, tilting his head to the side, black hair falling over his eyes. You could feel it, the way his gaze trailed up and down your body, a wild look flashing – appreciating what his eyes were settling upon. You swallowed, a needy flush overcoming your skin, because fuck.

           He was sexy – the type of man, your parents, warned you about. The type of guy, your friends, told you not to associate with because all he was going to do was fuck and dip. You couldn’t strip your gaze away from the man, and he seemed to notice. He let out a small snicker, raising a brow as you gawked shamelessly.

           “Y-you’re a hero from UA! Save us, stop him, arrest him. He killed our friend-” The three men shouted, running towards you with desperation in their eyes. It was their loud and unwanted voices that snapped you out of it.

           What were you doing?

           Here you are, blatantly checking out some stranger – a stranger with an overpowered quirk who just murdered a man. But the enigmatic stranger continued to stare with a look of amusement, even daring to take a step closer.

           “A hero? Oh, this is becoming a lot more work than I wanted.” he snuffled under his breath, eyes half-lidded. The men ignored the man’s commentary, staring at you with annoyance.

           “Do something, you useless women! We don’t pay our taxes for you to look pretty.” One of them shouted, their spit striking your face. Oh - hell no.

           “As if you guys even pay your fucking taxes. Maybe if you didn’t get piss drunk and try to mug the man, your friend would be alive.” You shouted heatedly, stepping forward and shoving the man back. He was getting far too close for comfort – he needs to learn something about personal space.

           The man’s eyes widen, stumbling back a few steps before narrowing his gaze. “This damn psycho killed someone!”

           “He was defending himself against you morons.” You fumed, hands balling into fists. You may be a hero, but you weren’t forgiving. That was the problem nowadays; people could not take responsibility for their damn actions. Starting fights, getting their asses kicked, and then crying wolf. And of course, you had all these ‘heroes,’ eagerly picking up the pieces of their messes to fuel their damn ego.

           “If you’re smart, you’ll leave before I report this whole incident. And I can guarantee it’ll be you three going to jail.”

           “You can’t report shit if you’re dead.” The man sneered before raising his hand. There in his grasp was a small dagger, the moonlight bouncing off the thin blade. So enraged by this man’s ignorance, you failed to notice the way his hand lingered into his jacket pocket.

           You could feel the blood drain from your face, impulsively cowering away from the blade. He caught you out, and you were surely going to pay now, shit-

           That was when you spotted it, the dash of black, a pretty hand reaching for the idiotic drunk. The manic smile that painted the blue flamed stranger’s face, a lust-filled look as his hand outstretched over the man.

           His long boney fingers wrapped around the side of his head, clawing into the skin of his face. You saw the terror etched into the drunken man – eyes shifting to look at your unexpected hero — the last thing he would ever see.

           “Burn.” The stranger whistled, and that was when you felt the overwhelming heat once again.

           An explosion of blue fumes flared before you, and the man who held the knife didn’t get a chance even to scream – incinerated in seconds. There wasn’t an ounce of control or restraint in this man’s flames, just pure and utter chaos. Smoke fluttered from the man’s skin, eyes crazed as he grinned, the flames ceased in intensity.

           Ashes and embers erupted into the air, the sound of the blade hitting the ground echoing between the brick walls. The stranger let his hand drop to his side, before tilting his head to your direction. That was when you spotted it — one of the untouched men was reaching for the burnt knife that laid on the ground.

           “Oh no, you don’t-” You hissed, the tipsy man staring up at you in surprise. But his resolve was set in stone, eager to get revenge for his now two dead buddies. The hot blade twisted in his hand, holding it tight as he swung down.

           He wasn’t aiming for you at all – he was trying to injury your anti-hero.

           You lunged forward, chest clashing with your newly developed crush, arms reaching around his neck. The inebriated man swung, and right before the blade could come in contact with your dark hero, your hands tightly gripped the man’s wrist, nails digging into his skin.

           “Let. Go.” You threatened, teeth clenching as you tried to hold him back.

           “Dude, the fuck are you doing? They’re heroes – they’ll kill us with their damn quirks. Run.” The only reasonable man of the two shouted, and that was all it took. The weapon slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor, and your grasp loosened.

           He whipped his hands from your touch, spitting on the ground where you stood as he ran down the alleyway with his only remaining friend. “Let’s get out of here.” They slurred, the sound of their shoes drumming against the concrete – turning the corner and out of sight.

           A drained gasp escaped you, arms going limp as your forehead rested against the man who saved your ass. Holy fuck – talk about a giant cluster fuck. The air around you smelt like death and fire, sparks spreading across the block, courtesy of the night breeze.

           How are you going to explain this? All the paperwork and details – you really outdid yourself tonight, didn’t you?

           “Hmm…he wasn’t lying; you’re a ‘hero’ from UA.” A dark voice droned into your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck, skin tingling in bliss, and your head shot upwards. That’s when you took in how utterly striking the man; you currently had your arms wrapped around, was.

           His eyes were magnetic, a turquoise so damn vibrant and clear your mouth dropped.

           Being as up close as you were, you could appreciate the silver piercings that decorated his nose and ears — an unpredicted attractive mix with his purple and red coloured scars. Overall, his features were soft, despite his attitude and whisky-like voice, although his jaw could probably cut diamonds with how damn sharp it was.

           Damn, he was attractive, and you couldn’t help but feel your breath getting heavy the further you gawked. Midnight was right – you were sex-starved, and the way you studied this man up and down like a damn snack, was the proof.

           His lips curved upwards to a smile that even the devil himself would swoon, noticing how your eyes scanned him with longing. Your fingers brushed his long black locks by accident, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

           “Do all UA heroes dress like this? Short dresses, low necklines?” The man chuckled, his fingers playing with the lanyard that was perfectly nestled between your breasts. Your cheeks flared, feeling his calloused fingers against your cleavage. His touch was far from tender, purposely letting the ID roll between his fingers, conveniently pulling your neckline further down your torso.

           And the worst part was you weren’t mad at his erotic touch as much as the comment, nipples hardening at the thought of this going further.

           “I beg your pardon?” You retorted, and the stranger merely laughed, licking his lips as he leaned closer to your face.

           “Oh, you can beg all you want, doll.”

           Fuck, this man knows what he’s doing. You snickered under your breath, untangling your arms away from his shoulders, pulling the lanyard that he played with away. “Thank you for saving my ass back there.”

           He smirked, running his hands messily through his hair before stepping forward. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth, eyes fluttering as you watched the way the man before you dominated. He was rolling his shoulders back, each step of his lazy in demeanour, eyeing you like how a predator stalks its prey.

           “You come here often? Walk down these sketchy alleyways for fun.”

           “I’m kind of a hero, and unfortunately, walking in creepy alleyways is in the job description.”

           “Is eye-fucking people also included in that job description?”

           “Nope, that’s something I do on my own time.” You grinned, earning a handsome one back. He licked his lips, hands falling into his pants pockets as he stepped closer. You didn’t even realize the little dance that was happening.

           Both of you, stepping closer and father between words, walking in circles as you bantered pointlessly. The fact that this man killed two people was lost to the wind (literally) – you were a hero, sure, but you never said that you were good at it.

           “Personal time…that means you’re on your way home. Good to know.”

           “Plan on stalking?”

           He merely shrugged his shoulders, eyes falling back to your breasts without a care in the world. “Mm…maybe. Y/N – pro hero, Eden.” He muttered under his breath. This time you didn’t bother stopping him, the way he outstretched his hand, jerking on the ID card and drawing you closer to his body.

           Both of your eyes were glossed over, a heat building between your damn legs as he studied every curve in the dress you wore. It wasn’t even skimpy or short, but the way his eyes lingered – you would’ve thought you were wearing nothing but lingerie if you didn’t know better.

           “Next time, wear something shorter.”

           “Excuse me?” you blurted, and he merely laughed, letting go of the makeshift leash. But now that you were close, he seemed to take advantage. His hands fell over your hips, drawing you up against his body, his scared skin brushing against your jaw.

           “You see, doll, boobs are great and all, but that ass you got? I much rather have my hands on that.” He growled into your ear, and you couldn’t stop your small moan. Your hands fell over his shoulders, and you couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that his hands were running up and down your thighs, shoving you backwards.

           Your back hit the wall roughly, him growling into your ear as he licked down your neck with a low grunt. “F-Fuck, what’s your name?” You blurted, and you could hear him chuckle breathlessly, listening to your gasping sighs.

           “Dabi – that’s the name that you’re going to be screaming.” He grunted, his hips thrusting into yours. You could feel his arousal, hard and heavy, rubbing perfectly against your parted legs. Your head tossed back, another mewl escaping your lips as his fingers dug into your thighs, rubbing his hardening cock against your wet heat.

           “Fuck, you’re nasty, a perfect lil’ slut for me, right doll?”

           His words had you purring.

           “Dabi-” you gasped, and the flashing lights of blue and red caught your attention. The sounds of sirens were clear in the dead of night, and they were rapidly approaching. A pout formed on your lips, eyes shutting close for a moment as you swore because the wet mess between your legs was far more concerning.

           You blew frustratingly; you’ve got to be fucking kidding-

           “Told you I’d have you begging.” Dabi chuckled, thrusting his dick perfectly against your sopping panties one last time, before pulling back. He licked his lips, and you couldn’t help but whine under your breath, seeing that bulge in between his legs – something you so desperately wanted your mouth over.

           “See you soon, Y/N, my delicious lil’ fruit.” He teased, before stuffing his hands back into his pants and running off.

           Your face was flushed, your breasts practically falling out of your dress, your thighs and ass on full display. You watched as Dabi managed to mix into the darkness as if he wasn’t even here a minute ago, dry humping you against the wall.

           “Over here- that’s where people reported the noise.” A few voices bellowed, and in a flash, you pulled down your dress, running back down the same alleyway you came from. Here you were, speedily walking down the very route you should’ve taken to begin with.

           If you had taken this path from the start, you would’ve been already home, dinner cooked, and probably in bed.

           But you couldn’t stop the cheeky smirk on your face, your hands falling over your neck, where his lips practically ravished. You were sure there were going to be some marks, although faint, and that thought made you wetter.

           It seems like Mr. Dildo found himself a new name for tonight – Dabi.

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Little Life - Ch.14

Summary:  A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 14/16

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Chapter 15 -> Next

Master Post

Chapter 14: Meet the Parents

Katsuki desperately combed his fingers through Katsumi's honest to god mane of hair, trying to untangle the strands in an attempt to calm himself. Were babies even supposed to be able to make that much hair? Katsuki was pretty sure that he had seen a picture of a completely bald three-year-old Izuku from when they were kids. Was the hair growth his fault? He did have to cut his hair pretty often to keep it even mildly under control, so maybe. Honestly though, this seemed excessive. She'd gained another two pounds in the past two weeks as well. Was she growing too fast? His mind was all over the place, and it was frustrating.

There was no way to calm him down. Not for him and not for Izuku who was currently giving All Might an in depth rundown of the most prominent heroes of the 22nd century in excruciating detail. He was a complete babbling mess, and he probably wasn't making much, if any, sense at the moment.

Katsuki wouldn't know. He had effectively shut out all sound except for Katsumi's happy cooing and giggling. Izuku's incessant rambling would only make him that much more anxious. Katsumi grabbed onto his finger, clamping down on it with her toothless gums. He smiled down at her despite his nerves, but his happiness was short lived as Izuku went silent beside him.

Stiffening, he lifted his head.

After some discussion with All Might and Aizawa, they'd decided to meet with their parents at the mall like Ochako had suggested. There was a park near by that they were planning on moving the group to where Mitsuki could no likely berate and yell at them to her heart's desire. The mall had been the first stage of the plan to keep down any violence that may arise. Katsuki just hoped it worked.

Inko, Mitsuki and Masaru walked shoulder to shoulder, making people part around them rather than making a single line. The mall was packed to capacity, loud and crowded, which they had been counting on, but now only made Katsuki nauseous. There were so many eyes that could see them, so many ears that could overhear them. He wanted to be sick.

They waited in silent terror as Mitsuki spotted them, waving wildly.

Katsuki clutched Katsumi close to his chest as her voice became clear. His face wouldn't cooperate to drop into his usual scowl, and he had settle for an apprehensive grimace, gnawing at the inside of his lip.

Curiously, Katsumi patted his cheek.

He tore his eyes away from his approaching death sentence just for a second to smile down at her again. 'My little monster. My little girl,' he thought softly before Mitsuki effectively ripped him out of his safe haven.

"Izuku! Brat! You don't contact us for months, get in a fight, end up in the hospital where we were banned from seeing you, and still don't answer my calls for another month and a half? What kind of explanation do you have?" Mitsuki shouted genially, but Katsuki knew that her looking happy and nice was worse than her anger showing. It meant she was furious.

Katsuki was legitimately terrified for both his and Izuku's lives.

Izuku stepped forward, edging himself between Katsuki and their approaching parents. "Mom, Mr. Bakugou, Mrs. Bakugou, we're sorry. It's been really busy lately, especially after everything that happened."

Mistuki stopped in front of Izuku, hands on her hips. "How many times do I have to tell you to call us Mitsuki and Masaru? We've known you since you were still in diapers. Jeez."

"R-right," Izuku mumbled before Inko wrapped him in a close hug. Peeking over his shoulder though, Katsuki could see her eyes trained on him, and her gentle smile was the only thing that marginally put him at ease.

Until his mother zeroed in on him.

"I wasn't talking about you anyway, Izuku, I was mainly talking to my no good brat that's been having his friend answer my calls for him." Her expression turned dangerous as Inko held Izuku in place, and Masaru and Mitsuki stepped around him.

"W-wait!" Izuku tried, but All Might set a hand on his shoulder.

"You can't protect him forever, Young Midoriya," he said lowly even as he left Izuku's side to stand beside Katsuki.

Masaru's eyes were as soft as ever even as understanding immediately dawned on his face at the baby in Katsuki's arms. His smile became a little more strained, but he still pulled Katsuki into his arms. "It's good to see you're okay, son. Do you want to introduce us to the little one?"

"Right! That's the little tyke you saved during that battle, right?" Mitsuki asked, momentarily forgetting about admonishing Katsuki for inspecting Katsumi. She was sitting up against his arm, eyes wide and interested as Mistuki crowded her space. "She's a cute one, isn't she? What's her name again? The news never said. Look at all that green hair and those red eyes! What a cutie! She looks really young too." Mistuki laughed uproariously. "I'd almost believe she was yours, but that's crazy! She looks exactly like-" She stopped immediately as her eyes popped up to take in Katsuki expression, and the wide smile dropped away.

Katsuki took a step away from his parents, turning his body so that Katsumi was protected, but so that he could still see them.

Masaru's hands settled on Mitsuki's stiff shoulders. "Mitsuki, honey, let's-"

"Shut up," she snapped, eyes never leaving Katsuki. Her scent flared, strong and very, very alpha.

Any patrons that were close to them scattered, staring wide eyed at their group.

Katsuki didn't see Izuku move, but he was between them suddenly, teeth bared and scent clashing with Mitsuki's. Inko stared back with astonished eyes, arms outstretched in his sudden absence. They were all still for several long heartbeats.

All Might stepped between the two groups. Even in his small form, he was intimidatingly tall and took command of the situation. "This is not the place for this talk. There's a park close by. Young Midoriya, Young Bakugou, please lead the way. Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou, Mrs. Midoriya, please stay behind me while we walk. I know you're anxious for answers, but like I said, this is not the place."

Unwillingly, Izuku turned and ran a finger over Katsumi's cheek before starting in the direction of the park with Katsuki. Slipping a trembling hand down Katsuki's arm, he threaded their fingers.

.....

It took fifteen minutes of very, very tense silence for them to reached the park. It was eerily empty, which was less comforting than he wanted it to be. Katsuki and Izuku stopped in the grass of a small field, turning to face the rest of the group, and almost immediately, Mitsuki was in Katsuki's face.

"Take Katsumi," Katsuki said quickly because he wasn't about to be stepped all over by his mother. Not over this. Not over something so important to him. She had no right to be angry. He was her child, but this was his body and his mate and his baby. Izuku couldn't fight his battles for him, and he didn't want him to. "Get back."

Izuku bundled Katsumi against his chest, backing up quickly as Mitsuki advanced. "You've got to be shitting me, Katsuki! Are you fucking serious?" she roared at the top of her lungs, "You're really fucking serious here! A baby and a mate! And you didn't think that was something fucking important to tell us about? You were pregnant in that battle, weren't you? Do you know what could have happened? You're eighteen, Katsuki! You're still in school! I can't believe you'd be so fucking careless! I didn't raise you to take these risks! Why are you like this?"

"Stop yelling at me, Mom!" Katsuki snarled back, arms outstretched to his sides and palms crackling as more of a quick defense rather than a call to fight, "I'm not having this fucking argument with you! I've heard it from everyone. I know I'm eighteen, I know how stupid it was, but guess what? I wouldn't change anything I did. You don't get to tell me how I should have acted! This is my body and my mate and my baby, and you don't get to tell me when I should feel comfortable enough to talk to you about something you're literally freaking out about!"

"You should have told us! What are you supposed to fucking do? Is all of this to ask us to what? Take care of your baby while you run off to be a hero? That your dropping out of school? What the actual fuck, Katsuki!"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, old hag. You don't know me at all, do you?" Katsuki took a purposeful step forward, feeling malicious as he said, "I'm not you. Just because you regret having me so earlier and regret how I turned out doesn't mean I will. My baby is my responsibility." He wanted to make her back down. He wanted to make her hurt before she hurt him instead, but even as the words fell from his lips, there was shame. There was nothing in the world that should have made him throw that in her face, even if it was how she'd made him feel for years. Guess he wasn't as grown up as he'd thought.

He caught sight of Katsumi out of the corner of his eye, and his expression dropped. Katsumi's bottom lip was trembling, big red eyes filling with tears, fists balled up by her cheeks. "Katsumi-" he started when he was sent to the ground. He gripped his stinging cheek as he glared, and copper and salt filled his mouth. She's hit him hard.

All Might stepped forward quickly, but already too late.

Mitsuki's cheeks were red as tears filled her eyes, chest heaving. "You don't get to talk to me like that, you sorry excuse-"

A loud cry split the air, and Katsuki completely forgot about their argument as he scrambled over to his daughter and mate. She wailed, face red and eyes scrunched together. "Ssh ssh shh, don't cry, baby," he murmured, cupping her small face in his hands to run his thumbs beneath her eyes. He pressed a kiss to her nose and her cheeks and her forehead as Izuku gentle bounced her. They purred in tandem, and slowly Katsumi's cries died off until she was just sniffling. "There you are. That's my little monster. Where's that big smile?"

Slowly, Katsumi's sniffling stopped and a wide toothless grin replaced her scowl.

Izuku leaned into Katsuki, pressing their foreheads together. "There she is!" Izuku cooed, "Beautiful baby girl. No more tears. No more yelling."

They both stiffened when they heard the tell tale hitch of breath from behind them. For a moment, they'd forgotten there were even other people around, and they grimaced at each other before turning.

Inko's face was a wreck of tears and snot as she held tightly to Mitsuki. The other woman's eyes were still filled with tears, but she held onto Inko's shoulders as she looked on. The angry flush had drained from her face, and a grudgingly prideful expression had replaced it. "I'll admit, brat," she said, jaw working, "I wasn't expecting that from you. You actually love that baby, don't you?"

"Of course I love her," he muttered, "I carried her for nine fucking months. I wouldn't have put myself through that if I didn't. Her name's Katsumi, not 'that baby'."

Izuku grinned widely. "What he's not saying is that he primarily did it alone because he didn't tell me until eight months in."

Katsuki turned a withering glare on his mate. "You're really never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

The three parents crowded forward even as Inko continued to cry, and All Might let out an audible sigh from behind them.

Inko was sobbing, and her tears were not happy ones. "But Izuku, what are you going to do about school? What are they going to do? They're not kicking you out, are they? You're almost graduated!"

All Might did step in this time, waving his hands quickly. "No, no, Mrs. Midoriya, not at all. They are only a month and a half from graduation now, and we didn't know anything about this until the birth was already taking place. There wasn't much we could do, and honestly, the faculty wasn't willing to expel the two top students in the school. I'll be honest, I don't think they would have even if this had been discovered earlier. Special accommodations have been made for the time being."

"You're lucky your teachers like you," Mitsuki growled.

Katsuki snapped his teeth at her in response before both he and Izuku said, "They don't."

All Might sighed again as if they were personally stripping years off his life which was fair and probably true.

There was a moment before anger clouded Mitsuki's face again, but she didn't turn her ire on Katsuki this time. Instead, she swung her finger in Izuku's direction. "You! You fucking touched my son!" Izuku sputtered, face going red, but didn't have time to answer before she swung on All Might next, "How the hell did you not notice? I should rip you both new assholes! Rest assured, I'll be having a discussion with the both of you."

"Stop yelling, old hag, you're going to make Katsumi cry again," Katsuki groaned, turning Izuku's body into his so that Katsumi was squished between them and couldn't see the commotion.

The meet up restructured into what it should have been at the beginning. Katsuki kept an eagle eye on the three parents as they passed Katsumi around, and told them about the pregnancy and the birth. Izuku told them the embarrassing details Katsuki didn't mention. Inko and Masaru fondly told stories about Izuku and Katsuki as babies. Yes, Katsuki was in fact the reason Katsumi was a hair factory. They were both the reason she was now starting to grow so fast after the first month of seemingly snail paced growth. They were both also, surprisingly, the reason she'd been born so small.

"Izuku was only three pounds, seven ounces when he was born!" Inko explained, smiling, "He was born a month early, but I don't think he would have been even seven pounds if I'd carried to term. But he was always eager for the world, even in the womb."

"Right, and Katsuki wasn't much bigger. You were only five pounds even though you were technically two weeks early. I think we just got the date of conception wrong," Mitsuki explained flippantly as she twisted one of Katsumi's curls around her finger.

Katsuki sneered. "You didn't know immediately?"

"No, brat, I didn't. Not everyone has a weird omega sixth sense like that. I don't even think most omegas can tell that early. I'm an alpha. I wasn't even supposed to be able to get pregnant. And clearly it never happened again."

Masaru smiled patiently at her. "Honey, you didn't know for the first three months that you were pregnant."

"What?! How did you not know for three months?" Katsuki shouted.

Mitsuki shrugged. "I didn't have any symptoms. Or, I guess, let's put it this way. I thought the symptoms were from other things I was doing."

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"Let's just say that your mother was very... outgoing when she was twenty," Masaru explained.

"Jesus. Are you about to tell me Mom was a gang leader or something?"

"Or something," Masaru said with a small smile.

Inko's head popped up. "Right! Wasn't your group called the Red Butterflies or Red Dragons or something? You guys were terrifying. I was so scared of you when we were in school."

Mitsuki laughed loudly, and Katsumi startled in her lap, eyes going wide. She didn't cry this time though, beginning to grow familiar with her grandmother's loud nature. "Oh, that brings back some good memories."

"So, this is where Kacchan gets it from. I get it now," Izuku said thoughtfully at his side, and Katsuki punched him in the shoulder. He laughed, pushing Katsuki in return which started a whole thing.

All Might stepped around and over them, muttering, "Boys, please, there are people watching," as they tumbled and wrestled in the grass.

It had been a long time since they'd gotten to just have fun, longer since they'd been able to truly roughhouse with each other without their quirks. When they sparred, it was always fun rather than aggressive like it used to be, but there was just something different about truly roughhousing just for the fun of it without anything to gain. They tossed each other across the grass, and snapped their teeth, and laughed as they hit the ground time and time again. They came to a stop with heaving chests and wide smiles when Katsuki pinned Izuku's hands next to his head.

"You still can't win against me, nerd," Katsuki panted.

Izuku laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "No, guess I can't." His voice dropped to a whisper, red tinting his cheeks. "I want to kiss you right now."

Katsuki glanced surreptitiously at their parental figures which included All Might. They'd been watching them before, but now their attention was completely focused on Katsumi again. "Just one," he said, and leaned down. The kiss was chaster than he would have preferred, but he couldn't very well make out with his mate right there where literally everyone and their mothers could see them. So he had to be satisfied with a quick swipe of their tongues against each other and a bite of Izuku's lower lip before he pushed himself away.

When it was time for them to leave, All Might held Katsumi as they hugged their parents goodbye.

"Take good care of my baby," Inko whispered to Katsuki, and he nodded minutely.

"You're going to do great, son," Masaru told him before pressing a kiss to his forehead that Katsuki absolutely abhorred.

Mitsuki held him for several moments longer than she normally would have which was already long because they rarely hugged. "I want to be mad about this," she said as she pulled away, "But I can't be. Katsumi is beautiful, and from what I saw today, you're going to be a great dad."

Katsuki could only gawk at her as the trio headed off back towards the mall where the car had been parked.

"Wow," Izuku whispered, expression identical to Katsuki's.

.....

Everything started to speed up after that, and Katsumi's growth marked the time with ever increasing increments. Finals were just a month away, written and then practicals. Licensing exams would be the day after practicals, and then they would be home free. The biggest hurtle for the class as a whole was going to be the written exam.

They spent hours all crammed into the common room, pouring over their text books and notes, comparing answers to the homework Aizawa had assigned and quizzing each other at the end of the night.

Katsuki and Izuku, confident in their skill to pass the written exam, were only there to assist the studying process. They would have just said fuck it and used the extra time to sleep, but they needed to give Katsumi tummy time and experience new things, so they helped.

Katsumi held Katsuki's fingers in her chubby little fists as she stood on trembling legs. She bounced tentatively, staring down at her unsteady feet. "There you go, baby girl, you're doing great! You're going to be walking in no time!" She squealed at his words, bouncing more confidently. She dropped to the floor and struggled back up only to repeat the movement again.

When he glanced over to his table of idiot friends, he found several heads jerking back down to text books. "Hey, dumbasses!" he shouted, "If you want to pass your fucking tests, focus on your studies! You're never going to pass if you let yourself get distracted!"

"But you two are just so cute," Kaminari whined plaintively, dropping his chin on the edge of the table with a sigh. "Come on, just let us play with her for a bit too."

"Not until you can solve this set of math problems! I keep telling you, Dunce! They're not that hard!"

The table seemed to perk up, all eyes bright. "If we finish them, then can we play with her?" Jirou asked carefully, eyebrows inching towards her hairline.

Cocking his head, Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just finish those math problems with any success, and I'll set aside tummy time."

"Yeeeeesss!" Kirishima hissed, scribbling across his paper faster. The others followed his lead, all attention directed to their homework with singular determination.

Katsuki smirked at Katsumi. "You're gonna get so much attention from this, and those idiots are gonna study. A win-win situation here, baby girl," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She lowered to the ground, but this time released his fingers to drop to her hands.

Izuku's arms wrapped around Katsuki's shoulders, and he turned his head to accept the incoming kiss. "Please don't pimp out our baby to get the others to study."

"I'm not. Like I said, it's a win-win situation. She gets stimulation, they get an incentive and a break. Speaking of which." He turned back to find Katsumi scooting herself on her stomach with all the force of her knees, staring determinedly at Kirishima's leg. "Eiji, incoming. Don't let her hit the table leg."

Kirishima dropped his pencil. He turned to face her, opening his arms as she scooted forward. When her fingers wrapped around his, dragging herself the last few inches, he scooped her up and held her above his head. "Sumi! Baby!" he shouted, and she shouted in response, squealing excitedly as her legs kicked. Cuddling her close, he nuzzled against her cheeks, pressing kisses all over her face and scenting her profusely.

"No fair!" Kaminari whined, looking anguished in math hell, "Why does Kiri get baby time?"

Almost as soon as he spoke, Katsumi slapped Kirishima in the nose. He groaned as he lowered her back to the ground, and she immediately made her way back to her parents. Katsuki smirked. "Well, clearly she knew that it's not baby time just yet. Get back to work."

The group continued to whine, but didn't argue as they went back to their books.

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I Found- Chapter 16

I wasn’t going to post this tonight, but there’s a lot of Ovi in it for @c-a-v-a-l-r-y

Also tagging: @alievans007 and @hemmyworthy

No warnings

Ovi is out the front door and sprinting for the car before Tyler even manages to get both feet on the ground.    Stumbling backwards when the kid catches him off guard: both of those skinny arms wrapping around his upper torso and embracing him tightly.

“Easy there, mate,” he gives a soft chuckle, both embarrassed and startled by the kid's outward show of affection.  “Easy.”

He imagines that there's a huge sense of relief now that he's there to help; Ovi trusts him and knows that he'll stop at nothing to keep him safe.  He had proven his worth in that department when he'd found a way to get the kid to safety despite knowing the job was well and truly fucked.  But there's probably also the sheer joy of just being able to see him in person. His own two eyes able to see for themselves that Tyler was indeed healthy.  That he's truly alive and well and right there under his fingertips. Not bloodied and battered back on that bridge telling him to run for the helicopter.  How he'd watched with relief when  Tyler rallied back and d towards them, only to be shot in the neck. And the last 'in person' memory the kid had of him was seeing him collapsed on the sidewalk, Esme holding him while he lying.  Ovi had been rushed to safety before finding out that Tyler had somehow miraculously survived and was in the hospital, struggling to hold on.  That he'd be transferred to a facility in Australia when...and if...he was ever stable enough.

Tyler is effectively the only true father figure that the kid has. The one that Ovi calls when he gets better than expected grades or a the highest marks in the class on a test. The one he talks to about girls and his struggles to actually get the balls to interact with them. Who he chats about sports with. Who he confides in when it comes to his hopes and his dreams and wishes for his future.  He's terrified of becoming his father. Of being forced to take over the 'family business'.  He isn't that kind of person: ruthless, sinister, evil. He is a good kid with a good heart and a bright future. And Tyler had taken it upon himself to make sure things stayed that way.  In the past, Saju had attempted to fill that role but had failed miserably. Yes, he'd been protective and strong and had been willing to lay his life on the line for the kid, but he'd never been fatherly. He'd become nothing more than hired help.  Never nurturing or encouraging. Never understanding that sometimes a kid just needed to be a kid.

Tyler returns the hug; one hand on the back of Ovi's head, holding it against his shoulder. He can feel the kid's body shuddering against him and the tears through his shirt. And he's taken back to that moment at Gaspar's. When Ovi had clung to him on the stairs, horrified by what he had done. Watching the life drain out of the man that he'd just shot to save Tyler's life and, essentially, his own. He'd been emotionally and physically spent from the day he'd been through. And all he'd wanted to do was go home.

“Christ, mate...”  he holds Ovi at arm's length, tousling that unruly dark hair and gently slapping him on the cheek.  “...look how bloody big you've gotten. Like you've shot up a whole foot.”

“All grown up,” Esme agrees, and the kid embraces her tightly, a smile on her face as she take his face in her hands. “...you're making me feel really, really old right now,” she says, as her own tears sparkle in her eyes.

There's a genuine affection she feels for that kid. Perhaps her motherly instincts kicking in. But Tyler had even seen it back then, when she'd met up with them at that warehouse. The way she would get him talking about random things to take his mind off of their situation, how she'd smile at him and reach out and take his hand when he was struggling, how she'd reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Even if deep down, she wasn't sure if she believed it herself.

“I'm so so glad you guys are here. I'm so happy to see you,” he manages. That lower lip quivering before he breaks down again.  And she takes him into her arms once more, cradling and comforting the way any mother would a child in pain.

Tyler knows that the kid hasn't felt that in a long time: a mother's love, concern, and affection. She well and truly does care for that kid. And seeing the depth of that love and care even makes him emotional and he clears his throat noisily and reaches into the backseat of the car.

“Oh my goodness!” Ovi's entire demeanour immediately changes when he sees the baby carrier now in Tyler's hand .  That boyish sparkle in his eyes returning as they widen, a smile spreading across across his face. “Look at her! Look how cute she is!” and he's now beside Tyler,  bravely reaching for the baby.  Gentle and curious hands exploring; touching tiny feet and, stroking impossibly small fingers, running a finger tip over a silky smooth cheek. “Look how tiny you are,” he breathes.  “How can anyone be this tiny?” he wonders aloud, and then smiles at Tyler. “She's even cuter in person. She's so small! How does anything so small come from someone as big as you?!”

“Got her mom's genes I guess, mate.”

“She looks just like you though! It's kind of creepy actually. Not creepy in a bad way. But creepy in like, a wow kind of way.  It's so weird. She's like your little twin. She's got your eyes and your nose and your mouth and even yours ear It's freaky.”

“You trying to say my kid's ugly,  kid?” Tyler chides, and Ovi's eyes widen as he take his question seriously.

“No! No! She's cute! So very cute. Not that I'm saying you're cute or anything like that because that would be really weird.”

“I don't know whether to be relieved or flattered that you're not attracted to me.”

“He's just yanking your chain,” Esme  assures Ovi  “And he hears it everywhere we go. From everyone we meet. How she looks just like him. I'm the one that that had the all day sickness and got fat and gross, but by all means, have the child look exactly like the person who put in five minutes of minimal effort at the very beginning.”

“Five minutes,” Tyler scoffs.  “And minimal effort? What the...”

“I'm just saying,” she teases, and stands on her tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Here...” she curls her fingers around the handle of the baby carrier. “...she's probably hungry and needs a change. You boys catch up.”

“We'll be in in a bit.” he says, pecking her cheek, softly and playfully tapping his palm against her ass as she goes, Jason and the other members of the team following close behind.  Frowning, eyes narrowing, when that kid from Louisiana has the goddamn nerve to place a hand on the small of Esme's back as he escorts her inside.

To the average eye, it would be nothing more than a gentlemanly gesture. To Tyler it's a threat.

“You two make me so happy,” Ovi gushes. Oblivious to the tension. “I'm glad that you stayed together. She kind of scared me, you know, when I first met her. When she came to the warehouse to help us. I didn't understand how someone that looks like her could be so brave.  I wondered how she couldn't  be scared to to come to our aid.  With all that was happening and the people after us, she still showed up. She could have just left.  And she didn't. That's real bad ass.”

“She's the real bad ass of the family, mate. And that's what she does. That's her thing.  She sacrifices herself for the people she loves.”

“Well I'm glad she does. I'm glad she wasn't too scared to help us. I'm glad she showed up that day.”

“So am I.  But don't let her fool you. She was scared.  We all were.”

“Even you?”

Tyler nods.  “Even me.”

“Well I'm just glad that that two of you are together.  She probably keeps you in line and out of trouble.”

“Trust me kid, I'm more scared of her than she is of me. Want to really see her go off? Wait until I leave the toilet seat up or dirty socks on the floor. That's when she really loses it.”

Ovi laughs at that, then suddenly grows quiet again.  His face sullen, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.  “I'm just really glad you're here.”

There tears come again.  Scalding. Bitter. A lost and lonely little boy stuck in an almost grown man's body.

It's Tyler who makes the first move this time. Wrapping both arms around the boy. Pulling him close. Like a father.

“I'm here, mate,” he assures her.  “I'm here.”

***

The Mahajan's army of hired help has gone out of their way to make everyone feel welcome.  Each assigned their own bedroom within that sprawling mansion; fresh, rich lines on the beds, small gifts and notes of appreciation left on pillows., a  seemingly endless buffet of food and drink. The maids hover over them throughout dinner. Filling plates despite protestations of someone being full,  making sure that drinks were topped off,  that anything they wanted was immediately supplied. It was surreal to Tyler. Living like that. He'd always been used to an unassuming and simple life.  Spending those bachelor days between his first and second marriage in his rundown shack.  Content with living off the land. Being alone. His dog and chicken his only sources of companionship.

Bathroom chicken, Esme had called it. And still referred to it as such when the subject was brought up. And he can still see the both quizzical and amused look that had come over her face when she'd seen his rather unconventional roommate. The day that she'd been suddenly dropped into his life when Nik had brought her along to discuss the Dhaka job.  She'd pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, a smirk tugging at her lips, and it was the first time she ever spoke or turned those dark eyes on him.

“There's a chicken in your bathroom.”

A few days later, she'd brought up it in  a conversation and coined the nickname Bathroom Chicken.

It stuck.

He sometimes misses that old life.  That rundown but familiar little shack.  The peace and quiet that came with being out in the middle of nowhere.  But he wouldn't trade his new existence.  The comfort and security that comes with having someone to love and love you back.   With having someone other than himself to take care of.  Being a husband and a father again hadn't been in his plans back then, but now they were very much the two most important roles in his life.

“I want to hold her,” Ovi says, addressing the older Indian woman that lingers in the corner, her body swaying side by side as she hums to the baby in her arms.  Mahajan Senior had hired someone to help with the child care; promising that she was kind and caring and had decades of experience caring for youngsters. Esme had been skeptical at first when a strange woman with broken English immediately approached her and gestured for her to hand over the baby.  It was hard to trust a stranger with your own well being, never mind with the care of your child. Especially your first.  “It's my turn. I haven't got to hold her yet. I want to hold her.  I'm Uncle Ovi, after all.”

Tyler grins at that. Uncle Ovi. The kid already considering himself a part of their little family.

The woman moves forward, speaking in Hindi as she instructs him on to properly hold an infant. He's awkward at first; nervous,  surprised at how light she actually is, maybe even worried that he might hurt her. But then that little body snuggles into his chest and he smiles, settling back in his chair.

“I think she likes me,” he's over the moon about it. He's never been around babies before. He's an only child and doesn't have friends with younger siblings of kids of their own. And  his face is  as bright and glowing as a kid on Christmas morning that just discovered his biggest wish under the tree.  “She's not scared of me.  She's really light. And really soft. I like the way she smells.”

“She won't smell so good in about an hour,” Tyler says. “Trust me. You'll be surprised how rank something that looks like her can actually be.”

“He's only upset because he has competition for the stinkiest ass in the ass,” Esme chides, and digs a playful elbow into her husband's side, and then places her hand on his stomach and rests her head against his shoulder.

The help begins clamouring around them. Never speaking as they clear away dishes and cutlery, spiriting them away to the kitchen with promises of coffee and dessert.  For several minutes no one speaks,  relaxing in the comfortable silence. Their bellies full and their bodies weary from the long day of travel.  The only sounds in the room the ticking of a clock on the wall and the soft cooing noises that the baby makes, smiling up at Ovi, her fist tightly closed around one of his fingers.

“Have you heard anything new?”  Jason speaks up,  addressing the kid, and Tyler sees how Ovi's body immediately tenses and his eyes darken. And he's tempted to just reach across the table and slap the ever loving shit out  of the other man. He sure as hell didn't know how to read situations well.  How to adjust your approach based on someone's mental state and current level of calm.

Tyler speaks up  “We've got lots of time to talk about that. We just got here.  No need to rush into it.”

“We're not here on a social call,” the younger man retorts. “We're here on business. For a job. And...”

“We're here because Ovi asked to come here,” Tyler interjects, and he feels his wife's hand tighten on the front of his t-shirt, her body shifting uncomfortably beside him.  That head no longer on his shoulder as she sits up straight in  her chair. “This isn't a job that is only going to take a couple of days or even a couple of weeks. So relax, mate. We just got here.”

“Why don't you relax.”

 The reply isn't a suggestion, it's an  order.  And his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow, and he would have gotten up right there and then and just beaten the shit out of the kid, but his wife has laid a hand on his knee and is squeezing as hard as she can.

“I want to hear about the girl,” Esme changes the flow of the conversation, bringing down the level of tension. “Tyler says there's a girl at school you like, Ovi.”

His eyes widen, and Tyler can almost see a blush creeping into his cheeks.  

“You told her that?” Ovi is mortified “I can't believe you told her that.”

“In his defence, I sort of dragged it out of him,” Esme says.  “I remember you telling me about a girl. When we were in the warehouse and I was asking you about school and friends. You mentioned that there was a girl you liked. Is it the same one?”

He nods in confirmation.

“So what's the hold up?  From what you told me, she seemed pretty interested back then. And if she's still hanging in there after all this time...”

“I don't know if she likes me,” he laments. “Sometimes I think she does and then sometimes I think she doesn't.  I catch her staring at me a lot. Smiling.  Sometimes she acts like she wants to come up to talk to me and then changes her mind.”

“That's how it all starts mate,” Tyler grins. “Run away while you still can.  They're trouble. The whole lot of them.”

Esme frowns, then retaliates: grabbing a hold of that bit of extra fat that sits at the top of the hips and pinching as hard as she can.

“See what I mean?” he addresses Ovi. “It starts out good. They smile at you. They bat their eyelashes at you. Laugh at your jokes no matter how stupid they are. And they hook you. With how cute they are and how good they smell. And by the time you realize what a heap of shit you're in, you can't get away. You don't want to get away.”

“I have ways of killing you in your sleep,” Esme informs him. “I could do away with you and not one person in this room would squeal on me.”

Across the room, Jason makes a snide comment about how it might be the best thing to ever happen.

“Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you mate,” Tyler smirks. “Something tells me you wouldn't mind being the one that actually gets to do it.”

“What's her name?” Esme is anxious to get the conversation back on track. “The girl.”

“Priya,” Ovi says, and his smile broadens. “And she's so pretty. Even prettier than her name. “

“So what are you waiting for?” she inquires. “It sounds like she's into you.  And why wouldn't she be? You're handsome, smart, funny, talented. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

“She makes me nervous,” he confesses.  “So very nervous.”

“That's when you know it's a good thing. When you feel that way. Do you get butterflies when you think about her? Or when she smiles at you?”

His eyes narrow, confused. “Butterflies?”

“Does your stomach do funny things. Flip flop around and stuff like that. Do you get that when she smiles at you or when you think  about her?”

A long, slow grin.  “Yeah...” he shyly admits. “...I do.”

“Those butterflies are the best,” Esme declares. “I still get them all the time.”

Tyler can't help but smile at that. Especially when she takes his hand and squeezes.

“You should ask her out. She sounds like she's into you.  What's the issue?”

“I'm too shy,” he moans.  “I get too nervous around her.  I'm afraid I'll say something stupid and embarrass myself.”

“We all do that, mate,” Tyler says. “All us guys when it comes to a beautiful woman. I still say stupid shit and make a fool out of myself.”

“He does,” Esme nods. “All the time. You only know one side of Tyler. You don't know the sides that I do.  You don't know what a total cornball he can be.  He even has a romantic side.”

“Easy now,” Tyler chuckles.  “Let's keep some things need to know. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“He has a total soft side,” Esme continues.  “He acts like he's hard ass all the time, but he's not. He could give you pointers. I bet he could get you brave enough to ask Priya out. Just don't let him teach you any of his pick up lines. They border on sexual harassment. You'd probably get  punched in the throat for using them.  But he can teach you to be more confident. He''s more a man of action. And you know what they say. About actions speaking louder than words.”

The talk gradually turns to sports. World events.  Entertainment. As the minutes tick by, the room begins to empty. The security team excusing them for their hourly rounds. Each has a different area to patrol; spots to man through the night and into the morning.

Tyler is tired; jet lag is sinking in, all the trouble spots in his battered body aching at the same time.  Yet he can't shut his mind off.  He can't quiet the whispers that tell him that there's a threat closer than a lot of them actually realize.  And he is now only half listening to the conversation going on around him.  Eyes riveted on the mug clasped in his hand, thumb repeatedly brushing against the porcelain.

Esme yawns beside him, then gives his hand a squeeze and stands up.   “I'm wiped. I'm going to have a really hot bath and  go to bed. You boys keep talking. You have a lot of catching up to do.”

Her hands comes to rest on Tyler's shoulders, fingers kneading at the tight and aching muscles. Then he tips his head back to look at her and she drop a kiss on his lips. “I'll be up soon,” he tells her.

“Take your time,” she combs her fingers through his hair, presses her lips to his forehead, then moves to take the baby from Ovi.

“Do I really have to give her up?” he moans.  “I don't want to give her up just yet.”

“There's lots of time to hold her.” she assures him, and takes Amelia from his arms.  “We're not going anywhere. It's late. Little Miss needs her beauty sleep.”

Ovi bids her a goodnight.  Tyler just smiles, watching her until she disappears from the room.

“You're lucky,” Ovi says. “You got a second chance at a life. You've got someone that loves you. You made a baby. I hope you realize how lucky you are.”

“Sometimes I don't, mate,” he admits. “There's lots of times where I need to be reminded.”

He realizes that has to change.

****

He'd fallen asleep in the arm chair in the living room.  As they night grew longer and there seemed to be slowing down in the conversation, he and Ovi had moved to another room while the cleaning staff got to their tasks.   Despite the worry and the stress surrounding him, Ovi was full of exuberance; confident that this nightmare would soon to be over now that the one person he truly trusted had come to his aid. So instead of focusing on the threats and the fear, the kid excitedly told tales of school; the teachers he liked or disliked, gossip about those who were  considered the popular kids, hopes he had for upcoming tests and  ideas for projects.  Tyler had remained silent the entire time; letting the words just flow from the kid's mouth.  Pleased that Ovi was already feeling more secure. Which no immediate fears of the future and the trouble that was brewing around him.  And while he had no set in stone plans for his future, one thing was certain: he did not want to remain in India. He'd already been researching schools. United States, Canada, Australia, and he was fully planning on getting as far away from home as possible.

Eventually he had nodded off, curled up in a fetal position on the couch.   Tyler had gotten up long enough to turn the lights off,  returning to that arm chair; planning on sticking around long enough just to make sure the kid wouldn't suddenly wake up and  panic if he didn't find Tyler close by.  Only he had falling asleep himself; jet lagged and weary, a sitting position helping to alleviate the pain in his back and shoulder.

Not his eyes snap open; woken the sound of Ovi muttering in his sleep and the soft footfalls in the hallway, leading towards them.  His brain quickly orientating himself with his surroundings;  the Mahajan's elaborate furniture,  the feel of the wool carpet under his bare feet, the moonlight streaming through the wall to wall windows that look out into the expansive backward.  He can see the solar lights that mark a perimeter around the in ground pool, and the two guards stationed in the rear ward doing their patrols.  No sign of trouble. Just a quiet, unassuming night,  a soft breeze floating on the air. And as the footsteps draw closer, he eyes his handgun on the side table next to the chair. Weighing the situation; there was no sign of trouble or panic outside. The guards were alive and well. The alarm settings were armed.  The chances of it being an intruder were highly unlikely, and he doubted word of his arrival had even been spread about Dhaka yet.

“Tyler?” Esme's soft voice from the hallway.

“In here,” he says, and moments later she's padding into the room with the baby in her arms.  “Everything okay?”

“She woke up for a feed and now she's decided she doesn't want to go back to sleep,” her voice is tired, and she releases a loud, long yawn that hides in her elbow.  “You guys alright?”

“Yeah, the kid just talked my ear off and we both ended up falling asleep. Give her to me,” he holds his arms out and she gently places the baby into them. He  settles his infant against him; her stomach against his torso and her head on his shoulder, one of his hands on her back.  

“I woke up and you hadn't come to bed yet,” Esme says.  “I was worried that something might have happened. Or that you...”

“I already said I wouldn't take off,” he sternly reminds her, then gives her a smile and reaches for her hand, pulling her towards him.

She settles beside him; effectively fitting that five foot three between him  and the arm  of the chair, both legs slung over his thighs. Placing a hand on the back of her head, he gently draws her down into him, her face nestling into the spot between his neck and his shoulder. And she gives another loud yawn and rubs her cheek against him.  

“What time is it?” he asks, and she reaches onto the side table to check his phone. “Three fifteen.”

“Am?” he has no idea why he even asks. It's damn obvious. Just a brain trying to run on very little sleep, he supposes. Mixed in with the slight fogginess that comes with the withdrawal he experiences if he doesn't stick to a med schedule

She ignores the faux pas, and placing the phone back on the table, curls an around around his neck and presses a kiss to his cheek.  

For a while neither of them speak.  Their eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the crickets chirping outside and the baby's soft breathing as she finally dozes off.  

“It's sad,” Esme suddenly says, and his eyes snap open again.  The tip of her nose pressed against the side of his neck, breath warm and sweet against his skin.

“What is?”

“That people can have so much yet really have nothing at all.”

“How you mean?”

“Look at this place. Look how incredible it is. It's big and it's beautiful and comes with everything you could possibly want. A massive back yard, a pool, it's own theatre room and gym,,  a sauna.  From the outside looking in it's pretty amazing and it would be easy to be envious of whoever lives like this. Yet when you walk inside, you feel...nothing.  It feels empty. As if no one lives here at all.”

He nods as he considers her words. “Well really, it's just the kid here. The staff is here, but they're not here, here.”

“I just find it so tragic. That people can have so much and have nothing all at the same time.  Here's the kid who has been abandoned by his father and has strangers taking care of him. There's no one here that actually cares about him. There's no one he can talk to about school or get homework help from, no one he can go to with a broken heart. He's surrounded by people, yet he is completely alone. And that breaks my heart.”

“It is,” he agrees, and running a hand over her hair, presses a kiss to her forehead.

“As nice as this place is, as beautiful as it is, I would still pick that little shack of yours over it any day of the week.”

“Yeah?” he grins. “Even with the chicken?”

She grins against him.

“Even with the chicken.”

****

“We can't leave him here, Tyler,” she says sometime later, just as he was beginning to find sleep once again. “When this is all over.  We just can't.  This place is just going to drag him down.  It's going to eat away from him and it's going to it's going to break him down and he's going to start looking for what he's not getting at home. And you know as well as I do that things like that never end well. When you feel abandoned and you'll settle for any kind of love and compassion you can find.”

“He's a smart kid.  He has a good head on his shoulders.”

“This will never be fully over for him if he stays here. You said it yourself: one  Asif dies, another ten step up to take his place. If he stays here, he will never be truly safe. Just like we can never go back home. And that's why we can't leave him here.  We just can't.”

“So what do we do with him? We can't just throw him on a plane with us and take him away from here. He still has a father. Technically.”

“A father who doesn't care about him,” she points out.  “If you cared about your kid, you wouldn't put them in such a shitty mess to begin with. How does a father do that? Choose a life like that over protecting and nurturing their own child?”

“Same kind of father who kills people for a living, I suppose.”

“Don't even compare the two. You kill people in the pursuit of helping other people. Ovi's dad kills people because he's an evil bastard.  There's a huge difference.”

“Still not something I want my daughter finding out about me when she grows up.”   It's a sobering thought.  What the tiny baby nestled against his chest will be like when she is Ovi's age.   He's not entirely sure that he would want her to know the ugly truth of his past.

“You should go and talk to him,” she suggests.

“Who?”

“Ovi's dad.”

“Why the hell would I go and talk to him? Why would he even want to see me?”

“You're the man who saved his son. Why wouldn't he want to see you?”

“Maybe I could ask him where the fuck the rest of my money is.”

“It wasn't about the money and you know it. At least not at the end.”

She was right.  Somewhere along the line, the Dhaka job had went from mercenary work to mercy work.  The money hadn't mattered in the grand scheme of things.  All that had mattered was getting that kid home.  As if making sure Ovi was safe and sound was Tyler's way of achieving absolution for the mistakes of his past.

“What would I say to him?”

“You could start with, 'hey,I'm the guy that got shot in the throat and nearly bled to death while bringing your son back to you, you grateful fuck'.”

Tyler grins. “Tell me how you really feel.”

“Tell him that his son deserves better. That his son deserves to have a future. That he deserves a family. People that will love him. Support him. Nurture him. Someone that will help him become a good man that helps people instead of hurting them. I mean, he must have at least some shred of humanity left, right? Some inkling of compassion you can exploit.  I can't imagine him being that evil where he doesn't have at least ounce of love for his own child.”

“People like him aren't human, love. They aren't like you and I.  They feel nothing.”

“But it's at least worth a try, right? You could go there and see if he'd be willing to see you.  It doesn't hurt to go there and see what happens. “

“And say what? I'm here to take your kid? I don't know where yet, but he's coming along any way.  And are you really being serious about this? You want the kid to come and stay with us?”

“He trusts us. He loves us. Especially you. He would follow you to the ends of the earth.”

“We have our own family. We have a baby. We want more babies. Do we really want to add a teenager into all of that?”

“Not just any teenager, Tyler . This isn't just some teenager. This is Ovi. And he deserves to know what it feels like to be wanted. To be loved.”

Sighing heavily, he closes his eyes and leans his head against the back of the chair. His arm around her, thumb stroking her shoulder.

“He needs you, Tyler. And I think in some way,  you need him too.”

“Maybe,” he says.  “But it doesn't mean I'm what's good for him.”

“You're already an amazing father to your own kid. What would stop you from being an amazing father to him?” she rests her chin on his shoulder and looks at him,  her fingertips grazing along the shorn hair at the nape of his neck.  “Promise me you'll at least think about it  That you won't just leave the kid here when this is all over. Don't abandon him like his father did. Promise me you won't do that.”

Sliding his hand up to her shoulder, he kisses her. Short and soft and sweet.

“I promise.”

#i found #tyler rake #tyler rake fan fiction #tyler rake fan fic #extraction

[itsfunnierin-enochian]

Happy Halloween!

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

My Beta ❤: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96

Summary: When you thought about Halloween this year, you actually didn't expect what the holiday brought to your life

Warnings: Mostly Fluff!

A/N: This just came to me because of Halloween and because Rob dressed as Mario is the cutest thing in the world! Thank you to my amazing beta for helping me with this and I hope you like it!

After work, you were excited to return home. It was Halloween and you had loved the holiday for as long as you could remember and even though you lived alone and didn't have kids to enjoy it with you enjoyed decorating, and how other kids would walk to your door in awe with the decorations and all the sweets you gave out.

This year as you arrived back home, you looked at your garden and thought to yourself that maybe you went a bit too far. You’d spent a lot of money on it all, but what did you work for if not to please yourself every once in a while? Then as you were climbing the porch to your doorstep the pumpkins that you had placed on the stairs started to light up, and you let out a chuckle. You liked the idea of putting those motion sensing lights in them so when someone got close they would light up, and you knew the kids especially would enjoy it.

After you showered and relaxed for a while, you put on the costume you bought. It wasn't original or fancy, but you loved it and had always wanted one. It was a Luigi costume, from Mario Bros and you had to admit you were a little bit too excited about it. You knew many kids probably wouldn’t recognise it, but you didn't care. You also knew that more people digged Mario, and that made you want to pick him even more.

With the candies in their bowls, and the lights on outside you were ready to receive the trick or treating kids. You even decided to put on some music to  lighten up the mood, because even though it was all very exciting you were still alone.

“Trick or treat?” You heard some kids yell, before your doorbell rang.

That got you really excited. Quickly, you ran to your door and opened it revealing three little kids dressed as Smurfs.

“Nice costumes!” You complimented them as you put some chocolates and lollipops in their pumpkin shaped bags.

“Our mum's made them,” one of them said, looking back at their mother who was waving at you.

You waved back with a smile.

“I like yours too,” the girl, who seemed the oldest, said with a sweet smile.

“Thank you so much!” you exclaimed finishing up, filling their pumpkins. “Okay, there you go guys. Enjoy!”

“Thank you,” the kids yelled in unison, running back to their mother.

The whole night was like that, with a lot of kids coming and going in their original costumes. Many of them complimented you on your costume as well and you couldn’t tell if that was because they recognized it, or just liked the looks if it.

“Trick or Treat?” You heard a boy say, before a conversation took place and then he and what you knew was a little girl's voice yelled again “Trick or Treat?”

As you opened the door, the little girl hide behind, who you supposed was her dad. The young boy, however, smiled widely and showed you his bag which you filled with lots of candy. Once you finished you went to look up at the girl but instead your sight quickly went to the man standing next to them.

“Oh fuck,” he said mouth agape looking at you.

“Uncle Rob!!!” Both kids yelled distracting him. meanwhile inside your head you said ‘great, he's the uncle Rob and the costume is the twin to yours...’.

“You'll have to give us some money,” the little boy told him, with a very cheeky grin on his face.

“I am sorry, kids. Wh-” Looking up at you, he trailed off and began to smile.

“Hi Mario,” you said laughing, the kids joining in.

You found it funny how cute this grown man looked in his Mario costume.

“Hi” he said, his eyes not leaving yours, and you… you couldn't help but stare either. Those blue eyes and smile were truly incredible.

Before you or him could say anything else, the little girl spoke up.

“Hey, you didn't put any candies on my bag,” she said tugging your clothes.

“What?” You shook your head and looked down at them. “I'm sorry kids. Here,”

Dumping what was left of the contents from your bowls into their bags, Rob watched you and let out a laugh.

“Wow! Thanks!” they yelled, starting to rummage through their bags excitedly.

“So, Luigi… I thought I was the only person that decided to dress as one of the Mario Brothers,” Rob said smiling sweetly.

“Me too. I feel like people don't appreciate Mario and Luigi nearly enough.”

You both laughed and he nodded and stretched his hand.

“I'm R-” he started but was interrupted immediately.

“Uncle Rob, let's go” the kids yelled as they were going down the stairs, noticing and starting to play with the pumpkins.

“I'm Rob” he finished with a smile

“That’s what I heard. I'm Y/N, nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too, I- You-” he started stuttering awkwardly, just going to start talking again when the kids called out for him.

“Uncle Rob, we're leaving!” they called out as they walked slowly to the gates

“We’re going to go tell mom that you said a bad word," the boy teased him.

“You better go,” you said laughing, “that kid will get you in trouble”

“They really are terrible. It was nice to meet you though Y/N.”

Kissing your cheek he pulled out nervously and smiled before he followed the kids and you watched them walk away.

Closing the front door you let out a sigh, and were sure that you had to look like one of those cartoon characters with the big hearts in your eyes. The man was beautiful. Even more so with the way he was with his nephew and niece and how cute he had looked in that Mario costume made your heart warm.

Then there was those blue eyes, and that very attractive white patch on his beard. Damn he was gorgeous. You remembered every detail of him, the softness of his beard when he kissed your cheek, his hand so strong and soft, his smile. You hated how a stranger could have such an effect on you. He looked so familiar, too, but you couldn’t remember ever meeting him before.

Noticing that you had given out all the sweets, you decided to shut off the porch lights and decorations, because otherwise you were going to get a lot of tricks. Luckily it was getting late anyway so there weren't a lot of kids out on the streets.

Slipping out of your Luigi overalls you returned to your couch, still so amazed by that man that came to your door that you tried to distract yourself by putting on a movie and getting some food. It was working too, until you heard the ring of your bell again.

“Damn” you said to yourself, thinking that there were probably angry kids at your door because you had run out of candy, but when you looked through your window, your heart skipped a beat as you saw Rob was back on your porch.

“I'm coming!”

Quickly getting a pair of shorts on, you stumbled your way to the door and opened it and smiled at the man on your doorstep.

“Were you busy? I'm sorry I should have… I-"

You smiled.

“No, I was just watching a movie and eating. What are you doing here?”

Looking him over, you noticed he had changed his clothes as well. He now had on a black and white flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked and smelled delicious.

“I just- I've never seen you around and, uh, my niece insisted that we were meant to be because we were in matching costumes. You know, kids stuff," he laughed nervously. “And also she sent you this.”

Reaching out, he handed you a bag with some of the candy you had given out in it.

“Why?”

“Because she said you gave them everything and there was nothing left for you,” Rob answered smiling.

“Oh God, that's so sweet but you are definitely going to have to take this back to them.”

“Uhm…alright, I guess i’ll just…” He pointed to the gate and turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?” You asked confused, causing him to turn around. “You’ll have to take that to them, but later. For right now maybe you can join me. We can change my chick flick for a spooky movie.”

Stepping aside, you waited for him to come in, which he eventually did with another big smile. Following along behind him, you walked over to the couch and could tell that he was still feeling nervous, and knew you needed to do something to try and calm him down.

“Take a seat, Mario, I don't bite.”

You noticed a change right away, and after you went to the kitchen to bring a glass and a plate, you returned to find him sitting on the couch.

“So, Clueless, that's your pick for Halloween?” he asked looking at your tv that had the movie paused.

“Hey, don't judge me. I was bored. Do you eat pizza? Or do you want something else? I have eggs, pie, coffee ice cream…”

His eyes widened and he looked at you in surprise.

“You like coffee ice cream?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh yes. I know some people may not like it, but it’s my favorite! Why?”

“I love it! It's actually my favorite as well.”

You liked that you already had a couple things in common and it might of been silly but he already seemed like a really nice guy.

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to have some then,” you said sitting down next to him, and serving him a slice of pizza. “So, do you live nearby? I've never seen you before.”

He followed your every move and it was becoming very hard to hid how it was making your heart race.

“No actually, I don't. I just came to see my sister and since she had plans I had to babysit the kids. What about you? Do you always invite strangers that show up at your door dressed as Mario in for dinner?”

You giggled at how casual that sounded.

“No," you said as your laugh died down. “Actually, it never happened to me. I invited you in because you obviously can’t be too dangerous if you were trusted to take someone else's kids out trick-or-treating.”

“You have a point there, but really I had to pay to them.”

You both started to laugh again, before taking a couple bites of pizza.

“Actually,” He continued. “I live on the other side of the city, and since I'm travelling tomorrow I decided to come visit.”

“Awe what a good uncle,” you teased. “So you don’t have any kids of your own then?”

“Thanks and no, no kids. You?” He hit his face with the palm of his hand. “No obviously you don’t, I would’ve seen them by now if you did.”

“It’s fine but no, I don't. I'm free as a bird. That's why I invite strangers dressed as Mario into my home. Even though I didn’t know he had more clothes.”

He started to laugh and you felt happy that you had made him laugh, because he was even more beautiful when he did.

“You look good though, in your other clothes,” you added with a smirk.

“Thank you, same with Luigi” he said still chuckling while he looked at you.

You kept talking a bit more and soon found you were really comfortable with him, which was a bit strange considering you’d just met, but he was sweet and kind, and you liked how you could talk about all sorts of nonsense with him, but an hour later, after sharing the tub of your coffee ice cream, he started to stand up.

“I have a long drive back home but I do really wish I could stay a bit longer,” he announced looking down at you.  “You are a very cool and beautiful Luigi.”

As the compliment came out he blushed and you felt your own cheeks beginning to redden.

“Thank you, Rob, and thank you for coming back. I actually can say the same about you too.”

“Absolutely, I had to. I- if you're ever near my place. Give me a call. We can go to the beach or something,” he said as he wrote his number on a piece of paper that was on your table. As he did you couldn’t help but to stare at him and think about how you didn’t want him to leave.

Taking another piece of paper, you wrote your number on it. “You too, call me or stop by when you come back here.”

“Oh,” he responded with a wide, giddy, smile as you put the paper in his shirt’s pocket “I will.”

“Take care yourself, Rob.”

After placing a kiss on his cheek you walked him to your door, and then watched him walk away. It was a very strange night. You never thought about letting a stranger into your house before, but something seemed different about Rob. Something about him, made him not feel like a stranger.

A Week Later

It felt like your phone had been ringing nonstop and when you were finally able to pick it up, you saw the message.

Rob

Hey Luigi! Open the door!

You were confused and in that moment you heard two knocks on the door, which had you running right over. Opening the door, you found Rob leaned up against the doorway.

“I just landed, and I couldn't stop thinking about you this whole week. Wanna go on a date?” he said all in one breath before letting it all out with an exhausted breath.

There you were mouth agape and he was still able to make you smile, and blush, but that whole week you had been just like him. Not a second went by that you didn’t think about him. You shared a couple of messages but not much more and still that night replayed over in your head.

“I say yes.” His face lit up, but he still looked so tired. “First, though, come in and rest and we will have some coffee ice cream.”

Relaxing a bit, he walked inside your house, placing a soft kiss on your cheek as he walked by. Making your heart race again, just like the first time you saw him.

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[prydon]

a ( VERY LONG) long island geek rundown

aka me just rambling on about paul for paragraphs upon paragraphs, complete with pictures.

so i went to the con with the lovely @haiileyrutledge aka maggie who drove me all the way there from the philly bus station (god bless), it was our first time meeting in person and i still can’t really believe we did this just a few months after we were just kinda joking about going together on twitter when we hardly knew each other

literally the first second we walked into the con, before we’d even gotten our badges, paul mcgann was sitting RIGHT THERE at his autograph table and i may or may not have started aggressively hitting maggie in the shoulder and freaking out and hissing “he’s there, HE’S THERE” and she had to drag me past him so we could get our badges

then we sat in on the panel before his to make sure we got good seats for his. it was a panel with wendy padbury and frazer hines and they were adorable!! by the end of their panel we were literally buzzing tho bc we knew what was next

when paul came in the first thing he did was squint up at the ceiling and complain about the brightness of the lights, like “oh this is quite harsh isn’t it” so they turned them down for him, much to maggie’s chagrin bc she’s a photographer and it made it very hard to take nice photos (look forward to her uploading her photos btw, she got some GREAT shots regardless of lighting)

then we all sang happy birthday to paul, per the interviewer’s instructions! it was v cute. someone uploaded a video of it on youtube. (i took one too, but it was much worse quality)

first question the interviewer asked was what the secret to paul’s eternal youth was, which paul took a SUSPICIOUSLY long time thinking about before finally just claiming it was his insomnia. how not sleeping is supposed to make you look better i have no idea, but it’s clearly not hurting paul’s appearance, despite him “not having slept since the nineties” (his words)

and so on went the panel. it was quite fun, and though i’d heard almost all the anecdotes paul told before, they weren’t ones he’d told a million times and the interviewer asked interesting questions about his brothers and some of his earlier roles.

he also asked him about holby- the most recent episode, even- which i was not expecting lol. he asked paul if gaskell was really dead, and paul was just like “lol it’s a soap, who knows what could happen” and joked about another soap character whose death had turned out to be a dream. 

also of note is that paul never called gaskell by name once and exclusively referred to him as “doctor death” lmaooo. i actually know why this is- he mentioned on a radio show a week or so ago that a holby city fan yelled “doctor death!” at him in the street once- but he didn’t....explain this background to the panel audience, so i’m sure many were baffled by it :”D the interviewer was like “so your most recent role, professor john gaskell-” and paul was literally like “ah, yes. doctor death!” asoifjsaij what a dork

^ this pic is actually from the sunday panel but god, actual dork with a heart of gold paul mcgann being juxtaposed next to menacing shots of “doctor death” was never not hilarious 

speaking of holby, I GOT TO ASK HIM A QUESTION DURING THE Q & A, and i asked him what it was like working with guy henry! he said working with old friends is tough bc they know all your acting tricks lol. he went on gently roast guy and say he’s looked like he was 40 since they were at rada and that one of their professors told guy that he was the kind of person who wouldn’t find real success until he WAS like 40 bc he just had one of those faces, and lo and behold, that was case. notably, paul said all of this while holding eye contact with me since it was my question, and i was literally trembling by the end of his response bc i can barely hold eye contact with my family members let along PAUL JOHN MCGANN

he also said “fuck” at one point. at another he pulled the cap off his water bottle with his teeth and maggie and i were both like...*sweating*

after that we got our photo ops! then managed to get some food in us, and then i went to get paul’s autograph and give him his bday gift, which i already detailed here [x] so i won’t get into that. notably he also called maggie photogenic and said their photo op looked like a housewarming photo of a couple just moving in. we were both dying afterwards.

theeeen that evening i attended a dinner party for fans with vip passes that the stars also attended! the food was v yummy. there was ice cream too.

unfortunately i didn’t end up at paul’s table, but i was at the table next to him so i may have eavesdropped. my table had jon davey, who plays cybermen and daleks and ood etc, and who was very funny and decidedly attractive, and who at one point pulled out his phone and showed me this video while nearly dying of laughter over it

paul was actually late to the dinner because he crashed a painting panel!!

^ here’s him painting his tardis picture with his dorky ass reading glasses on. what an old man. i love him

he did show up eventually, and ended up drinking a decent amount of red wine and i’m pretty sure got tipsy and at one point misheard the person next to him as saying “penis hands” and was like “penis hands???? PENIS HANDS???”

all my table ended up leaving early but paul’s all stayed hanging on his every word bc that’s the effect he has on people :’)) so i ended up scooting over there just to listen. at one point his assistant came over and whispered to me that paul HAD gotten the letter i gave him with his gift and he WOULD read it tonight and i was like “omg no it’s ok, i didn’t need him to reply asap or anything, i just wanted him to have it!!”

i left the dinner when paul left- his table were the last ones out- and maggie was outside the dinner waiting for me and may have collapsed into a fit of giggles when she saw paul. then we went to our airbnb and fuckin CRASHED because we were so damn exhausted

on to SUNDAY

i started placing bets on what paul would be wearing that day on sunday morning, since i know he only has like three different con outfits that he wears. lo and behold we get to the con and he’s wearing THE EXACT SAME CLOTHES AS SATURDAY. like, down to the scarf and shoes. they were 100% the same.

idk why he was, but he must have washed them, or he must be an ethereal being incapable of sweating because he was just as nice and fresh as the previous day [shrug]

we wandered around the dealer’s room for a bit, maggie bought a vinyl from a charity sale booth and i bought a couple dwms with bb eight on them bc why not

my lovely internet friends and fellow paul superfans @savageinkspillage and @paulmcgannlesbian both paid me to buy them autographs, and i was happy to oblige because it meant i got to talk to paul again

i went up to his booth and he said “good to see you again!!” and told me he was so touched by the birthday card :”0 and thanked me again for the drawing!

i told him what names to sign to for the autographs and there was an incredible moment where i told him to address one to “brittany” and his brain like. short-circuited and he tried to spell it out to me except he spelled it some ridiculous white mom way like “B-R-I-T-N-I-Y” or something and i just stared at him for a moment not sure if he was fucking with me before being like “.....no?”

once i told him “two t’s” he got it and said “like the place!!” and asked me if i knew where brittany was in a stern teacher voice and i was p sure it was france but not 100% so i was just like “d-don’t quiz me”

he also let me take pictures of him holding the autographs that i could send to my friends, which was very sweet!! here’s him with @savageinkspillage‘s.

he was very determined that we let them dry before taking them because he didn’t want them to be smudged, and blew gently on them himself like a dork.

before we could go, he also fully just was like “give me a hug” and got up and hugged me AGAIN. THREE PAUL MCGANN HUGS IN ONE WEEKEND. T H R E E.

then after he hugged me he noticed the bowie vinyl that maggie had just bought in the dealer’s room and was like “!!!!!! is that a vinyl!!!! can i see!!!”

maggie was like “of course” and handed it over and he was FAWNING over the thing and promptly informed us that it was definitely an original print bc it was made of a special sort of material only used to make records in the 70s, and that it had never been played. maggie said she got it for $10 and he was like “TEN BUCKS??”

he also sniffed it because apparently “that’s what you did with vinyls” and took it out of its sleeve (with maggie’s permission) and freakin’ messed with it to show us how bendy the materal was before giving it back to maggie and emphatically telling her to “treasure that”.

he asked us where we got it and i said it was at a table in the dealer’s room, next to where they were keeping his painting from the night before. upon hearing about the painting he was immediately like “noooo don’t remind me of that!! i’m so ashamed!!” and i was like “WTH PAUL NO IT WAS SO GOOD”

here’s paul’s painting!! it’s lovely!!

also at one point maggie’s hoop earring fell out and full on, like, made a break for paul mcgann and rolled behind his chair. she was embarrassed but he just picked it up and messed with it, feigning putting it on his ear and saying he wished he was a girl so he could wear earrings like that and i was like “you should get your ears pierced!” because he SHOULD. he just laughed.

we literally had a whole, like, probably 10 minute conversation with him and he was just so lovely and funny and warm and thanked me one last time for the drawing before we walked away soasifjsaoifj 

THEN it was time for his sunday panel!! it was a great change of pace from usual panels, it was called “doctor’s orders” and run by a podcaster who’d based it on advice columns- basically, he asks paul a bunch of questions looking for advice that he’d gathered from fans and paul had to impart his wisdom.

here are just a few choice tidbits from the panel:

q: what do i do if my boyfriend never puts the toilet seat down? paul: get rid of him

q: there are beehives in my house, what do i do?? paul: don’t kill them!! bees are our friends. move out. let the bees have the house instead

q: boxers or briefs? paul: briefs. *pointed look at audience* some of us need the support.

he was asked the trolley problem and said without hesitation that he would move the trolley to kill the one instead of the five. he also endorsed stealing from businesses to feed the hungry (unsurprising because *cough* he’s a socialist). he revealed that he shoplifted all the time as a kid as a right of passage in working class liverpool and asked the audience to raise their hands if they’d ever shoplifted. when a decent amount did, he called it a sign of a healthy society. he doted on his sons quite a bit which was adorable, and said he was the “soft touch” when they were growing up while mum was bad cop.

at one point he said if liverpool won the premiere league he’d “sit naked here in front of you” and then immediately was like “...i don’t know why i said that.” the audience was roaring with laughter the entire time. it was legitimately the funnest panel i’ve ever been too :’0 and we had front row seats!!

at the end, the host opened the panel up to the audience to ask their advice questions, and maggie asked one about how to survive while studying abroad in london next year. paul gently ribbed her at first being like “well, remember to sleep and eat” but then reassured her “you’ll be fine” and i could physically feel her melting beside me.

after the panel he chatted a bit with the women next to us, who i know to be old guards of paul mcgann fandom. i didn’t hear much but i did hear paul refer to “that brexit shit” lol.

the last time maggie and i saw paul, he seemed to be leaving the con and nearly tripped over a remote control cybermat on the way out, which was cute.

all in all...i really don’t have words for how amazing this was. i couldn’t have asked for a better environment to meet my favorite actor in, and i have gained so many wonderful memories that i can’t even keep track of them all, and i can’t wait to do it again.

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Mendocino Magic I

“Geodesic” says Jonny as we’re cruising down the road. “Huh?” I say, the expanses of Mendocino County rushing past us.

“Geodesic dome” he says, pointing to this little dome roofed hut off the side of the 101. I start writing in this journal, observing all of the beautiful Madrone trees.

My Levi 501s are dirty, adding a little character to them after this camping trip. I’m still wearing my blue outer space shirt from last night. Besides brushing my teeth and putting contact lenses in, I haven’t done much in the way of personal hygiene.

We’re probably 15 miles outside Laytonville now, headed South back to San Francisco–woooo. It’s been a fantastic camping trip. We’re just passing the blind horses now in Willits.

*** 25/5/17 — Saturday Morning — Fort Badass — Mission District — SF

It’s about 8:30 AM and I’m feeling a bit of a sore throat. I’ve got the blue pop t-shirt on, and a cleaner iteration of the Levi 501s on my gams.

Mizzle and Jonny eat turkey bacon and eggs. We watch Arsenal versus Chelsea at the house. Arsenal got a single goal in first quarter, coasting 1-0 until half-time. Jonny keeps freaking out every time Arsenal blows a clear shot on goal. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!” He yells. A true fan.

Half-time hits and it’s time to roll out. The three of us walk down to the car, loading it up with our stuff. We’re off now to his family home in Novato to grab Beowulf, the huge F-350 we’re going to bring camping.

Jonny is streaming the audio from the second half of the game, British commentators voices echoing out of the speakers. I can’t help but get into the game–Jonny’s enthusiasm proves to be contagious. “I just want Arsenal to win so I can gloat over my sister, she’s a Chelsea fan!” rings Jonny.

Beautiful views of the San Francisco Bay avail themselves as we roll on over the Golden Gate Bridge, enhanced by British commentators yelling “GOAAALLLLL!!” and Jonny cheering ecstatically in the driver seat. We get to Jonny’s house in Novato and find Crissy’s crew already waiting. The boys head inside, and I mill around a minute before I go in to grab a glass of water.

There’s a freshly sabered bottle of champagne on the ledge overlooking the sunken living room, where inside a huge TV screen is playing the Chelsea vs. Arsenal game. It’s like I can’t escape the ‘footy’.

Liv, Nick, Rachel, Chrissy, and Chris are seated down in the living room. I walk into the kitchen, to find Jonny’s sister talking about the saber. It’s a small heavy thing, the blade about eight inches long. It’s sitting in this cool wooden holder, blade down. Jonny’s sis shows me a video of her sabering the champagne–very well done. “It’s my party trick” she says.

Jonny pours me a warm glass of water and throws some ice in it for me. I’m befuddled, as I feel the heat from the glass on my hand. These Californians sure hate to waste water by running the tap I suppose. Soon Dimitry and Britt arrive. I talk to Jonny’s dad and say hello.

It’s not long before we’re loading up Beowulf. I toss my Gregory 85L backpack in the covered pickup of that F-350XL Supercab and we set off as a huge convoy. Beowulf leads the pack, followed by Dimitri and Britt; Chris(sy), Nick, Liv, and Rachel; and finally Nick and Allison.

“Oh shit, the music isn’t working” grieves Jonny in horror. “This happens sometimes” he moans. We fiddle with the settings a bit, but nothing seems to work. “Sometimes you have to turn the car off” says Jonny. “Ah…The ol’ turn it off and turn it back on again trick” I say.

We pull the car over to the side of the road, and pop the door open to shut off the stereo (since it’s a Ford). The convoy is in confusion now, and the fix doesn’t even work. So we keep moving, and then pull over again a few times, really confusing the hell out of everyone else.

Jonny calls Chrissy and tells them to keep it rolling. We stop in at a Chevron parking lot to try and fix this. It’s futile, nothing works. I grab my Jambox bluetooth speaker out of my backpack, and we just end up playing the music through that.

Beowulf cruises up US-101 headed north towards Mendocino county. Soon the trees yield to rolling burnt orange hills. “These were all green a few weeks ago” remarks Jonny. We keep on cruising, and begin to enter the forests of Mendocino as we leave those burnt hills behind us.

Rocky cliffs start to dominate the landscape. Mizzler teaches us this game called “contact” that is really fun. Jonny’s on the horn with Chrissy now, and we all decide to rendezvous at the Wal-Mart in Ukiah. Nick and Allison have already beaten us to the camp-site.

As we pull into the vast parking lot of Wal-Mart, my stomach grumbles. “Let’s ride around in these things” I quip, motioning towards some electric scooters we pass in the entrance to Wal-Mart. A subway presents itself on the left as we enter into the depths of a Super Wal-Mart. I’m so hungry.

Lots of cheap Fourth of July / Memorial day gear is on display here. We grab a cart and immediately get a little lost and disoriented–the intended effect of the store’s design. We need some alcohol and charcoal, but other than that we’re sorted.

I buy smore stuff, and I’m trying to determine just how much chocolate to buy. I ask the chubby mother of two trying to control her kids just beside me in the snack aisle.

“I would say four bars…Although if you’re drunk you might just throw the whole thing on!” she laughs. It wasn’t that funny but she’s in good spirits so I laugh with her.

I’m walking with Jonny, trying to find a cooler for the rum punch he plans to make. We end up with some collapsible two gallon container. The volume level seems to increase in the shop. I start running into other members of the crew, one by one. Soon, 15 young adults are roaming around, pushing carts and getting ready to party amongst a sea of sad, depressed looking people doing their shopping. It’s on.

We’re in the beer aisle, studying our options.

“Coors or Hi-life?” says one of the boys. “How about Natty Ice?” jokes Jonny. “Jesus Christ” I say, shaking my head. “We’re getting Colorado piss water” I say, grabbing a 30-rack of frosty Coors. We buy some more shit, and then hit the checkout stand.

There’s a sad collection of alcohol on a flimsy metal shelf behind the counter. Our checkstand is the “one with the alcohol” I grab the third to last bottle of Jamieson and Jonny grabs two handles of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum for the punch. Everyone meets at Beowulf, and the whole gang loads all of their combined cargo in the massive pickup. We all resolve to meet at the campgrounds.

Car Beowulf and Car Brittany stop at Chipotle. There’s this large butch emo chick working the counter, and I grab a carne asada burrito bowl. I order it to go, low-key knowing that I probably will end up just eating it here anyways.

Jonny and I both have to go to the bathroom. There’s a single person bathroom with both a toilet and a urinal in it–no divider. “Fuck it, let’s both go”. So I’m pissing in the urinal while Jonny is taking a shit in the toilet. I’m done in short order, and Jonny says “Lock it on the way out” as I’m washing my hands.

I start to crack up “Oh dude, It’s going to unlock itself as soon as that door shuts when I leave! You’re fucked!”. There’s not much I can do to help him, so I walk out of there, leaving Jonny with his pants down on the can, 10 feet from the door. I lock it on the way out, but as soon as the door slams shut I hear a muffled “SHIT!!!” coming from the bathroom. I was right, it’s unlocked now.

I can’t help but laugh, all red in the face and giggling as I try to tell everyone the situation. We make a plan to walk in on him and give him a surprise. He’s just a s(h)itting duck in there. There’s a group of Asian tourists milling about as well, and we’re hoping one of them walks in on him first. One fast minute later, and he’s already back at the table. His shit was clearly ruined.

We make fun of Jonny’s burrito, it’s pretty fucking sad looking. Jonny’s burrito was more like a flour tortilla money-bag, the big husky emo girl at the counter just mashed it all into a big hunk with the tin-foil and called it a day. It’s a very BORDERLINE ‘burrito’ that’s for sure. It’s round in all the wrong ways. I’m feeling happy I got the bowl.

Britt, Mizzler, Dimitry, Jonny, and I are chowing down and chatting a bit. “This is great, we got to park in the shade…the cars will be cool” says Dimitry with a smile on his face.

“Where you from?” I say curiously. “Well how far back do you want me to go? Conception” I love backstories. “The whole thing, conception, why not?” “Well from what my parents tell me, it was on a retreat in the Ural Mountains of Russia. At least that’s the story my parents tell me. I was probably a drunken mistake” he laughs.

He starts going through where he’s grown up, but my ear is just listening for that sweet F L O R I D A. “New Jersey, this is where I met this girl” he says, pointing at Brittany.

“Florida for a bit-” “A-ha! I knew it. Your shade comment gave it away! You Floridians always go for the shade!” “He was telling me to pahwk in da shayde!!” exclaims Brittney in a heavy New Jersey accent. I felt like Sherlock Holmes for a second there.

Time to roll out. The boys and I hop in Beowulf, Jonny at the helm, Mizzle riding shotgun, and me laying down in the backseat for a little nap. We purr down the 101, heading ever north down towards Laytonville. “I’ve never driven this far down” remarks Jonny as we pass through the cute little town of Hopton.

We push on forward, passing some horses with full blinders on over their heads and eyes in Willits, CA.

“Fuck, that place looks decrepit” I say as we pass a worn out and abandoned looking MOTEL sign on the side of the road. “Decrepit, that’s a good word” says Mizzler.

A discussion breaks out on the word dilapidated, decrepit, and why bad words seem to start with “de”. We’re nearly there, and I’m getting stoked. Before long we’re pulling up past a sign on the side of the road that says ‘Mendocino Magic’. Jonny swings Beowulf up the windy road into the campsite.

There’s a clearing here with a bunch of cars parked in the lot. The ground is reddish dirt mixed with burnt orange grass. We see Nick and Allison, and swing Beowulf around to say hello. “We’ve just moved our car back here, the campsite is up that way” motions Nick.

We continue driving on the gravel road, further into the campsite. “MAX SPEED, 5 MPH” reads a sign upon a wooden fence. Some people block the road up ahead, and we slow down to a stop.

This little hardy early 20s looking girl approaches the window of our truck with an air of authority, and we roll out windows down to say hey. “Where you guys going?” she says, holding a frosty Pabst Blue Ribbon in her left hand. She’s holding it pretty high, so it’s probably pretty full.

“We’re camping…uhhh…not sure.” “Cannonball? You with Cannonball Camp?” she says. “Uhh…Hold on”.

I pull out my phone, and find the e-mail. “Mill Pond” I respond. She directs us to the campsite, and then parts with “Gotta deal with a rattlesnake…”

We drive onwards. “Did you see the gun she was holding?” asked Jonny. She had a little case for it in the other hand apparently. We park Beowulf and start unloading the whole gang’s supplies. Soon the whole crew is here to lend a hand.

There’s these sad little carts to ferry the supplies to the campsite, and Max and Jonny load one up and start pulling cargo to the site, while I grab armfuls full of stuff and do the same.

The whole gang was at the site now, and we start setting up camp. A banging sound rings through the camp as Max and Jonny hammer the stakes into the huge ten-man tent they would be sharing. The banging sound is interrupted by the sound of a gunshot ringing out over the campgrounds. I guess she found the snake.

Camp Coconut Bra

C-dog, Britt, Nicole, and Dimitri were sharing one tent; Nick, Rachel, Olivia, and Steve in another. Nick and Allison had their own tent, as did Chrissy and Chris. I’m riding solo in a 2-man tent by the fire.

I set up my tent, then the slackline, and then finally my hammock between the trees. It’s a beautiful day.

“Oh, Steve’s here! I’m going to go get him” says Chrissy. Steve got a ride down to the campsite through a Craigslist rideshare, and miraculously made it down here in good time. He rode with a woman who had a weak grasp on the English language, and shared the backseat with a smelly shiftless fisherman trying to find work. He literally ‘missed the boat’.

“I kept the window down, he stunk. I kept alternating between being cold, and having the window up and smelling this guy. I’d rather freeze than smell that guy.” laughed Steve.

Jonny lit up the charcoal stove, and Alison busted out our dinner for the night. Ziploc bags of pre-cooked veggies, sausages, and meatballs. It was a grab a wooden skewer and create your own shish-ka-bob kind of meal. It’s delicious.

I’m many beers deep at this point. I started drinking as soon as we started unloading, and the pace has been swift. Rachel busts out a game of Jenga, and it doesn’t take long for people to get interested.

It’s Dimitri, Britt, Rachel, Max, and me at first. A bit of a debate breaks out on if you’re able to use both hands, or if you are allowed to touch other pieces. The sun begins to set on the crew, and the beers keep flowing. Some attempts to slackline are made.

A crude map of the campground

Someone rips a paper bag in half and proclaims that we’re playing ‘pizza box’. “So you flip a coin onto the surface, and then do whatever the rule it lands in says what to do. If It’s a blank space, you get to make up a rule”. At first there aren’t many rules, but soon nearly every space of the ‘box’ is filled.

“Boys Dance” was a pretty memorable one, all the boys had to dance. Shotgun a beer, girls dance, coconut bra, or the mini-game “Thumper” were also pretty great ones. My Thumpers symbol was doing the dab. It gets too dark to read the board, so I bust out my lantern.

“Hey! Where did you find the lantern?” says Chrissy incredulously. It turns out that this cool lantern I found in the house was one of Chrissy’s forgotten items when she moved out a few months ago.

I’m wearing a coconut bra over my clothes, my punishment for flipping the coin on the coconut bra square. The stars are so beautiful out, and I’m playing with my super strong green laser, shining it up into the stars. There’s some serious sounds of nature coming out from near the pond. “Fucking bullfrogs” says C-dog.

***

I don’t know what time it is, but I’m laying in my sleeping bag now, getting ready to sleep. I can hear a funny conversation going on in the tent next to mine about first memories, something about wearing spaghetti straps to pre-school and being sent home. I drift off to the sounds of nature and giggly young adults.

Mendocino Magic I was originally published on RUT-IS-UP

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