#( dude literally why did this turn out this long right at the end like chill )

[sunnywalnut]

No but I'm still looking for the Denny's that is still in the middle of nowhere

having cis guy friends is so funny like youll ask if they wanna hang out and theyll send you to the dark woods

[zerolune]

If they Knew- Song Eunseok

(part 2 here)

Enemy!Eunseok × inexperienced!fem!reader

Eunseok and you are rivals, hate each other's guts, but when the project you were supposed to do ends up making you two fight- things turn...steamy.

Warnings - Degradation, Eunseok's honestly mean asf (a red flag even 💀), oral ! (fem and male receiving), Fingering, use of nickname "princess", cursing. MDNI

A/N : @wontonstaro here it is 🦭🦭

Please no, please no, there were only 3 people left now, please let your professor pair you with the person whose name was called seconds now, or even let Eunseok be with that guy- you wouldn't mind being paired with the dumbest boy in your class, anyone, as long as it wasn't Eunseok.

And God must love you so much, he must really do, because at last, you were paired with the "love" of your life: Eunseok.

You saw him look at you with a disgusted face and you didn't let it go so easily, eyeing him meanly as well. The class finally ended and you decided to go upto his desk to, well, discuss the project but just as you began approaching him, he started leaving his seat. You could've swore he saw you coming to him but he chose to walk away anyways.

"This bitch," you thought to yourself before having to chase after him into the hallways. "Hey, Eunseok," you called out, he looked back, ignoring your presence and not stopping. "Oh for fucks sake," you gave up then, thinking he'll come by eventually.

-

You were stressed by now, there was only 2 weeks left, and Eunseok still kept ignoring you, the dude even blocked you on his socials, so you couldn't contact him. You had so much to complete, you couldn't let all of it pile up, no way in hell- and no way in earth would the project get finished this quickly.

The bell finally rang, ending the class, you peeked over to his desk, one of his friends talking to him. You finally had enough, and decided to go over to him and even yell at him if necessary.

"Eunseok, listen here, today, we are discussing the damn project, and you're not running away, is that understood?" You spoke cockily, not wanting him to take you as a joke- even if he already did.

"Alright? Whose place?" He smirked leaning back in his desk, ever-calm. You scoffed, angered at his extremely chill behaviour.

-

"Okay, so why are you rushing this-god-there's still so much time left?" He said, taking a seat on the chair of your dining table. "So much time? We barely have 2 weeks? And I have other shit to be done as well okay?" You justified.

"Okay, okay, don't get so angry now, let's just do this alright?" Famous words, really famous. For just 15 minutes after this, you somehow managed to make him angry-you managed to make a literally stone mad. You have no idea but that wasn't a problem right now.

"You know, this! This is why I don't like you! You always try to show that you're better than everyone else!" He ran his hand through his hair. "And so what? You think I like you? You think anyone likes you? Do you honestly think that ignoring people and their opinions so rudely can get you friends?" You scoffed.

"Really? You're the one saying that? Have you looked at yourself? You're literally a lonely loser, haven't you realised? You're always alone, yet you act so freaking cocky, thinking you own the world or some shit," he got up, walking over to the couch. You paused, before retaliating, thinking of what he just said.

Why does he care if you're lonely? When do you ever act cocky? What world does he even live in?

"Okay, I'm so confused, what do you mean I act cocky? And why should you care if I don't have friends?" You raised a brow following him to your own couch.

"Oh my god, do I have to spell it out for your dumb ass?" He turned around in anger, grabbing your shoulders- yet not roughly. "The way you always have that smug look when only you know the answer to the question and raised your hand, or the way you purposely bring in another person's opinion in your own only to refute against it, you're honestly annoying."

You felt hurt, was it wrong to feel a little pride when you knew the answer? Was it bad to want to talk about others opinions- you only followed what your teacher asked, why was that wrong?

"Do you really think that?" You almost felt as if your heart could drop any moment, being liked by your teachers, relatives and peers was all you wanted- the only reason you ever acted confident was because you wanted to seem smart so people would like you- but you now realised that wasn't true at all.

"Yea I do fucking think that, what crying now are we? Ever think about what others feel when you make them seem dumb?" Eunseok's face came closer to yours, his attitude snapping you back into anger. But it also made you remember the one time, you said something along the lines of, "But sir, isn't that not exactly right? I mean of course from one interpretation it could be but..." You hadn't realised the way you completely ignored the way how passionate Eunseok had been while he presented his opinion, even if it was flawed. Maybe you were an ass- but that didn't give him the right to treat you like he did.

That certainly didn't give him the right to look so hot just as he was centimetres away from you. It did not give him the privilege of trapping you between his body and the couch's armrest, it did not give him the right to look at you with those eyes that screamed just one thing.

"Well if you honestly think that..." You took a pause, taking a second to analyse the satisfied look on his face as he thought he was going to get an apology. "....Then shut up." You saw the way his face contorted into a scoff, his mouth mumbling an "unbelievable".

But, he looked back at you, with a smirk, "Oh yeah, then make me." His hands came down to the curve of your waist, leaving your shoulders, and his eyes travelled to the red of your lips.

Brazenly, you decided to bring your hand to the skin of his cheek, grazing his face with your fingers. "You can't talk if you're dead, darling."

He smiled pulling you closer- as if that was even possible. You could feel a bulge pressing against you, your body covered in goosebumps. "Dead after you take my breath away from this?" Before you could ask what "this" was, or what he meant, his lips were on yours, your eyes wide open due to the momentary shock, still, you decided, to melt into the kiss, bringing your palms to his neck and letting him pick you up and sit on the couch.

Your legs straddled him, his hands working his way up your shirt- getting rid of the bra within seconds as he unbuttoned the red flannel. He didn't break the kiss- not even for a second, you however, pulled yourself off of him, tugging at his hoodie.

"See, even now," he pulled his sweatshirt over him tossing it to the side, "You broke the kiss, you wanna be the first in everything right?" He pulled you towards him, kissing you again, but roughly this time, biting your lower lip. He removed his lips from yours and bent towards your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses as he sucked on the skin of your neck-making you exhale a moan.

And you could swear you felt him smirk against you as moved down to your collarbones, definitely leaving some marks- oh god did he know what he was doing. Even if you didn't.

Experimentally, you decided to grind against him, his bulge specifically- to which he couldn't help but groan. "See, there you go, trying to prove you can do it better," he suddenly laid you down, hovering over you. "You're wrong though, just wait darling, you're gonna be screaming in no time." Just the first contact of his tongue against your perked nipple had you weak, the pleasure travelling right down to your heat-that was probably wet as fuck by now.

He took care to make sure his one hand was kneading the other breast that wasn't being devoured by his lips. By now, you were definitely moaning, a weak "E-Eunseok," leaving your mouth as he sucked on your areola.

"Ah so that's how you are huh? You act all tough, but really, you're just a baby who wants to be loved, is that right?" He cooed, faking a pout before kissing you again.

It's very safe to say, that your project was ignored for the rest of the night.

-

You were able to finish your work, by the grace of god. But your sessions weren't complete without his hand resting on your upper thighs as you shared your opinions, or his fingers bringing yours to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Eventually, after the whole project you made it a regular thing, whenever you or he felt stressed you'd makeout and do a little something more but never further than that, until one night...

"It really makes sense why you always wear those fucking oversized hoodies, always hiding these right? Why do you save all of this for me? Do you care about me that much? Aww," he cooed you, flicking your nipple as he kissed your collarbone. "Just shut up and put that mouth to a good use yea?" You let his hands hold onto your breast to let him suck onto it- indeed putting his mouth into use. But, just a second later, he pulled away.

"Wait, let's do something else tonight, I'm tired of just sucking on to these or you giving me a hand job." He laid you onto his bed, your head snuggling into the pillows that carried his scent-you could be entranced but you rose up, supporting yourself on your elbows.

Just as Eunseok, was reaching to the drawer on his bedside, you stopped him, saying, "Eunseok- just- just wait- I..." You paused, unaware how to really say this. "I haven't really done this..." a meek voice left your throat, insecurity pooling in you.

Something flipped in him, and he could swear his dick grew harder, this is was one of his kinks, after all. "I couldn't hear you speak louder." He said, even if he heard you loud and clear.

"I haven't done-" "Look at me when you talk to me," he brought his face towards yours, dominance flowing in him. "I haven't done this before." You finally said looking into his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked. "And I thought you knew everything, guess you aren't so smart now, huh?" Oh you would do everything to wipe that look of his face but the way swiftly got rid of your pants and your underwear at the same time had you unresponsive.

"Ah, gosh, look at that needy pussy, already so wet huh?" He spread your legs, looking at it. "Stop looking," you got shy and tried closing them but of course, he pushed them apart again. "Pretty things deserve to be looked at," that was the first and perhaps the only nice thing he ever said to you, he bent down plancing soft kisses against your inner thigh, inching towards your core.

This was the only time he was slow with it, making sure not to hurt you as he tenderly licked your clit and softly sucked on it, letting you moan his name. He then got his fingers near, saying, "Just hold onto my other hand okay, it might hurt you a little." He thrusted his slender finger so softly, as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Don't clench, it's okay, I know it hurts, but you don't have to be uncomfortable, it's alright,"

He then added a second finger, but when you moaned his name, his sweetness vanished. "Yeah, right, you're just a slut," his movements turned quicker, inching you closer and closer, he brought his mouth closer too, sucking to bring you even closer to your orgasm.

-

"You think I like Eunseok?" You laughed, playfully hitting Sungchan's shoulder. "I would like anyone but him, I can't believe you'd ever think that!"

"No, I mean the way you look at him," Sungchan wiggled his eyebrows. "You think that look of hate is the look of love? Oh Sungchan you're-you're seriously clueless." You laughed again. "Then what's the look of love, the way you look at me?" "Allow me a second to hide my blush," you smiled at him, before the two of you started snickering together.

Eunseok rolled his eyes as he watched you laughing and talking with him, but more so at the fact that you made it seem you wouldn't ever let him have you- as if you weren't the same girl who was begging him to fuck you as he edged you with just his fingers.

"Why are you crying like that? Sluts like you only get this much, why don't you ask Sungchan to fuck you huh?" He asked, as you sat on his lap, legs spread as you sat naked, your back pressed against his chest. "Ge kissed your tear stained cheeks from behind you, before biting on your neck.

"I guess I should leave some marks even higher so you can't hide them right? Let them know you let people ruin you? Right? Isn't that what you want?" He rubbed your clit faster, only to remove his fingers just as you were starting the heat to build up.

"That's it get on your knees," you followed his command getting on the floor. He removed his jeans and boxers, letting his dick hit his stomach because of how hard and long it was.

"Suck."

You weren't sure what you had to do, so you began by kissing the tip, slowly licking the rest of it, you were definitely overwhelmed by the size- you knew you would choke even before you could take half of it bit despite that, you opened your mouth, making sure to be careful of your teeth. Slowly moving your mouth up and down his length. You already felt tired but of course didn't want to show it.

"Oh for fucks sake, is that all you can do?" He sighed, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking into your mouth, not caring for the way your tears ran down face.

"You really talk so much all the time, always running that mouth of yours, but can't put it to any good use huh? I thought if you talked so much, you could at least do something, guess not." He said before grabbing his phone.

"Look at you, stuffed with a dick in your mouth, that you can't even properly suck, your face is completely ruined with those crocodile tears, I know you can take it so stop crying bitch," he took a pause, cruelly laughing at you.

"People would be so shocked if they see you like this, the girl who's always so fucking cocky, stuffed with cock." He laughed as he snapped a picture and took a hold of a bunch of your hair and bullied his dick into your mouth.

[cator99]

I love making phone calls I love sending emails and being overall pleasant to interact with I love looking for solutions and being eager to understand how the world around me operates and to ask people about the role they play in this beautiful world I love being able to tell that other people are excited for any reason at all to strut their shit in this way and I always take notes on how they do it. It's all so funny to me. I am doing this because I am an insane person. I am the best person for the job. I am like the inverse of Jude St Francis. Born in a wet cardboard box doomed fucked in the head and forced to make an accommodation with life BUT I think its cunty and will commit awesomely violent ritual seppuku when my life is at its absolute peak. But yeah I dont get anxiety anymore if I dont like something it I can just thank them for their time and then find a way to leave and literally do anything else no one really cares as long as you do it right and you know like you can just keep looking for better things you literally never know you might turn out to be really passionate about fish mongering and didnt even consider it and it's not always easy but if the alternative is unbearable then fuck it pack a bag and stick your thumb out on the highway and spend 2 hours chatting about life with a fat 60 year old semi truck driver with photos of his happy fatty family plastered over the entirety of his dashboard and who was concerned why some kid was wandering the highway without a jacket and is nothing but totally kind and appropriate towards you which you kind of didnt expect when you hit the road but then you get to the city and go to an orgy party at some xi/xirs apartment who you met while on a psychiatrist-approved leave to attend an LGBT youth summer camp during the tail end of your 4 month stay at a youth mental health/detention facility but you can't stay there because his 40 year old housemate just announced that he's moving to the states and suddenly wouldnt be contributing to next months rent and didn't want to say anything until the night before when his boxes were being actively moved out of the apartment in order to avoid any sort of confrontation and the resulting altercation is heart breaking this 40 year old workig professional gay dude just absolutely betrayed this screwed up teenaged lesbian with no hesitation but maybe the drug fuelled sex parties had something to do with it but im just there stoned watching some tv show about anthropomorphic fast food and xe really did care about me but this was not the time to be pulling some cutesy whimsical runaway shit so we said our goodbyes and xe gave me directions the youth emergency shelter. As far as I was concerned, I was living the dream. This was just the "hard" part. I broke the high score on the ancient tetris machine at the day-shelter and barely ate anything because they relied entirely on donations and for whatever reason nobody thought to donate anything gluten free. I slept in the girls quarters of the cold shelter we were taken to every night, driven in huge vans by the staff at the day shelter. The girls were primarily quiet and didnt want to talk or even look at anyone. Some of the native girls were chill to play board games or watch tv with though. The guys were real rough. Mostly drug addicts. Mostly violent. They were known for treating each other terribly. I was told I could "use whatever rooms or washrooms that align with your gender identity". I told them I'd rather use the room that made me less likely to have me end up raped or my pillow pissed on.

[hikikolol]

*vity as your fwb*

ot9

idea from this piece (*slip up*) where in; nine of your friends take turns into pleasuring you -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

♡ park serim

he'd so be the type to call you up in the middle of the night when he's feeling a little stressed from all of the requirements given to him from his course

hard dom on days he's frustrated and soft dom on days he just wants to chill

calls you 'angel' 'babe' 'baby' with the occasional 'slut' 'cum bag' and 'cock sleeve'

dreams of the threesome you did with woobin that one time (it was the first time you squirted so much)

would literally invite you out to the gym just so he could fuck you right after

black lingerie sets him off bad

asks you to cockwarm him often when he works on his reqs

♡ ma allen

it's obvious that allen is a giver, your pleasure is his pleasure

insane fucking stroke game through and through

he calls you in once every blue moon, it's because he always waits for you to make the first move (he feels guilty that the other guys use you too much that he doesn't want to take your rest days and make it his own...unless you ask for it)

literally would make a list on his notes app on things he did that made you moan loudly so he could do it all in one go the next time you guys do it

such a SWEET FUCKING THING

one of the best aftercare fr

moan his name, it would make him lose his mind

♡ koo jungmo

would literally use his "black card" excuse to bed you when you're not in the mood

sugar daddy in the making fr

the one who started it all by asking you to suck on his dick one night when he was feeling horny and it was just the two of you in his room

you don't know why you said yes but it was mostly because his eyes were too mesmerizing

great at sex and you can't even deny it

highest sex drive amongst the rest, it surprised you the most when his stamina was so high even after three rounds (as if he doesn't almost die from running up four floors of stairs)

treats you out on dates after resting which is nice

it's the literal princess treatment

♡ seo woobin

the literal definition of soft dom

so caring before and after intercourse that you might've thought he was your actual boyfriend

sweet fucking words dripping like honey while he whispers them into your ears MY GOD

tries not to ruin you too much but can't help it on some days when he's feeling a little bit more

you still dream of the day when sweet ruby choked you while you were having sex, it was one of his rough days

he dines and he wines before he fills

makes you breakfast when you sleep over too, waffles became a staple

loses his fucking mind when he sees you in a skirt. he would literally go up behind you and starts grinding (this is when you guys are alone in the dorm, he's not big on exhibitionism)

♡ ham wonjin

it's a 50/50 with this dude, there are times where you're horny but his jokes turns you off immediatley, and there are times where his jokes made you completely wet

he's great with sloppy thrusts, those make you cum so much faster

he likes eating you out too

lingerie lover, would seriously not take them off whilst you fuck

high socks too? sign him the fuck up, he loves the visual of your flesh being so tight in long socks, it turns him on way too much

you had to remind him that periods were a thing at one point because he was trying so hard to eat you out but you kept pushing away

texts you at the ass crack of dawn to say he's at the door and to let him in so you can fuck (there are times when you left him out to go home, though)

literally goofy sex to passionate real quick

besties 5ver tho

♡ kang minhee

lazy sex? yeah, lazy sex

literally would be lounging around on his bed and you'd catch him stare at your tits until you give in and pull your shirt up yourself

can't deny this man of tits, could literally spend hours fucking them

wearing a low cut shirt will be the death of him (cue dragging you into his room for a quick fuck)

sleeping on his bed would most probably end up with sleepy sex as he grinds his hips onto you while you try to sleep

you can never say no to minhee, honestly, because once he uses that eye smile that lifts up his freckled cheeks oh you're done

aftercare consists of him wiping you down then throwing it at a random corner of his room to lay down with you...falling asleep right away (one time you had to put his brief and boxers on for him while he slept)

sugar daddy in the making

♡ song hyeongjun

an absolute switch, one day he likes being on top then the other he's a complete bottom

his whimpers makes you lose your mind, gets louder the nearer he is to cumming too

he texts you in the middle of the night to tell you that he touched himself to the thought of you, in a very shy cute way that had you running to his doorstep

drives you insane with his thrusts, insane stroke game pt. 2

high stamina = hours on end

skirt kink pt. 2

most fav position is when you ride him though, best position for switch me thinks. one minute, you control the speed and the next, he has you slightly lifted up so that he could ram himself into you (cue screams)

luvs luvs luvs when you call him 'puppy' but will never say that out loud

♡ kim taeyoung

has an ego taller that the tallest building fr

pretty chill but can totally be evil, he starts up most of the threesomes...

absolutely gets a kick at seeing you fucked out, and maybe being fucked by someone else while he's in the room

flirts nonstop to get your attention

something you found cute though is when he kind of gets shy after cumming, the shy smile that creeps up to his face when he reaches out for something to wipe you with looks so ethreal

loves to look at you while he fucks, it's either staring at your fucked out face or his point of view when his cock disappears into your cunt, he feels like it's straight out of a porn video

after all that shy shenanigans though, he never fails to pull up his digi cam to take a picture of you being a mess (all with consent of course)

♡ ahn seongmin

the first time you had sex, you were expecting him to learn quickly but you never expected him to make you moan so loud

seriously has the most sub energy but is surprisingly a switch, you loved it when he put your legs up to ram into you (made you cum embarrassingly fast)

tries not to overthink too much when he's pleasuring you so that he could enjoy it himself, forgets that thought the moment you moan out his name though

he knows the a to z of aftercare, went as far as to put on a face mask and pampered you all night

likes to do it in private, meaning, if there are other people in the dorm, you can forget about it

would like to learn how to eat you out next

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- surprise!! came earlier than expected lmaoo i had way too much motivation to write today so here you goo hihihi hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

[lgcbaekhyun]

When you come to think about it, being an idol is so funny. Having an entertainment job is amusing to put it mildly. Getting paid to dance and sing and perform are things he can wrap his head around, because things like that require real effort from his side and many others. Acting is about you pretending to be someone else in pretended situations. Variety is, and maybe that’s why he’s bad at it and not exactly the best pick for it, about having people who show off their best sides to entertain people and make them laugh. Baek lacks in that department the most, it’s even a little funny.

Which maybe is even more praise for Milan, who has managed to make him feel not like awkward dude, and more like an actual person who might be more interesting than just a tall plank of wood. He bows in similar fashion and offers her a perfect salute right after, “leave it to me, miss. I’ll give you an Oscar-worthy performance.”

Baek scoffs good-heartedly and pulls one of his legs up to his chest so he can hug it instead of leaving his hands on his sides. “There should be sillier geese around. I think the world would be a more fun place like that. I’ll take a word from your book some other day,” he clicks his tongue and nods his head affirmatively. “To be honest, Zennies have been so sweet since we joined TZ, I obliged to believe you because there’s nothing to prove the contrary there.”

Just imagining the scenario, they are making up in their minds is enough to make Baek scowl and shake his head in distaste, “no, definitely not. Even more glad now that we were paired up instead.” Because what if he was unlucky enough to get together, he was actually close to, or even worse, someone he’s actually interested in. Baek likes to think he’s a good actor, but he’s certainly not that good, and he’s aware of it. After clinking glasses and putting his down somewhere it wouldn’t spill, Baek then straightens his back and takes one of the sandwiches that smell delicious and caught his eye from the moment she displayed them. He pretended to evaluate it from all sides before taking a generous bite and was not surprised that it actually tasted as good as he had imagined it. He does as he promised though, and Baek’s eyes go a bit too wide as he chews, and he hums pleasantly. He gives her an enthusiastic thumbs up, and once he finishes chewing, he finally says, “Milan, these are amazing! So tasty!”

it's no secret that milan wasn't cast by legacy for her amazing stage talents since she had none when she joined the company. she's also quite skeptical that her visuals have anything to do with it, when there are people line nabi, miyu and nayoung around. no, she's quite average when it comes to looks. no, what got her in was her personality and she's taken on fulfilling the role of variety persona in her group quite seriously. it does help that she adores the concept of variety shows; getting paid to have fun? dream job. and that's why once the worry of being paired with someone she'd have no chemistry with melts away, she manages to take to the premise of the show like a fish in water. minus the flirting of course. to put it nicely; it's not a skill she's gotten much work out in.

seeing baekhyun laugh wholeheartedly makes the girl beam. another thing about variety is that it scratches her itch to make people around her joyous. making the type zero vocalist laugh like this feels her with a sense of accomplishment. milan bows from the waist in mock formality; "thank you, dearest guest" she replies to his promise to give her his best reaction. yes, variety is where she shines.

but baekhyun cannot be outdone himself and if he might take to variety with less ease, he has mastered the art of charm and, therefore, destabilizing her. now a little more comfortable, she can't help but release a soft "kyah!" before hiding her face behind her fingers, eyes peaking between her fingers at him, ears taking a more violent shade of red than ever. "no~" she denies his allegations of being endearing with the most aegyo filled no to exist. "i'm just... a silly goose!" she chuckles, half tempted to 'qwack' to dispell the fluttering of heart he's elliciting inside her. instead, she takes the conversation towards a different direction and confesses: "i've been a type zero fan for a long time, so i think i speak for all your fans right now. trust me." hands falling away from her face, she smiles.

as baekhyun talks about his worries, milan hums and aggrees with him as he goes on. "that's exactly how i was feeling!" the young woman tells him. "picture being paired with someone you are super close with and having to show a romantic side of yours?" she rubs her arms as if getting goosebumps just thinking about the scenario. her mind does drift to one person in particular and she wonders just what levels of awkward the two of them would reach if they ended up on a show like this together. probably would be the catalyst to a second friendpocalypse. "yep, nope!" she says out loud, clearly liking the idea less and less.

she giggles when he plays along with her, clearly happy that her partner isn't turned off by her nonsense. "i love this!" she exclaims when he decides on what to toast to, and after clinking her cup to his, she takes a long sip of her drink, eyes closing to enjoy the taste. definitely a drink made for her very own tastebuds.

"okay, now, onto serious things." he gestures towards the food. "the taste test! remember what i said earlier!" cheekily, she pokes her tongue out a little.

[midnightcreator12]

The Portal Home is Built With Roadblock Chapter 26 - Homestretch

AO3 Link

And this chapter has new ref sheets for Chula!

Chula spends a little time with the boys before she goes home. And she makes a decision.

“Seriously. We were on an Earth, with pizza, for a month!” Mikey threw his hands in the air dramatically. “How did we never get you any? Leo told us that you don’t have pizza in space and we never once order in!”

Chula shrugged, “Must’ve slipped our minds between the whole kidnapping thing that happened.”

“Which I would prefer we did not talk about! Thank you very much!” Donnie shouted from his seat.

“Can you guys chill?” Raph grumbled from the middle of the transport. “Raph’s trying to drive responsibly.”

“You mean grandma slow!” Leo gripped. “Dude, I haven’t had a creepy supreme in over a year! Step on it already!”

Mikey pulled a face at the mention of the ‘creepy supreme’, sticking out his tongue, “Why do you even like that stuff?”

“Predator turtle brain,” both Leo and Donnie answered in unison.

Chula chuckled, shaking her head, “You think we should let this Hueso fella know that Leo’s, ya know, not dead?”

“Why spoil the surprise?” Leo asked. “I think it’d be kinda fun to just do my normal thang.”

“You don’t know how to tell him without it being weird and sad so you’re springing it one him instead,” Donnie said.

“Hey!”

“Okay! We’re here!” Raph jumped up from his seat, clapping his hands together. “I’m thinking an extra large creepy supreme for me.”

Mikey gagged.

Chula snorted, dutifully following the boys off of their tank and into…a narrow alleyway with a, frankly, ridiculous amount of graffiti. She still walked into it, even as she eyed the overflowing refuse bins and tiny scavengers, “Seems like an odd place for a canteen.” 

“Well, ya know, can’t make it too obvious. Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret restaurant,” Leo strode up to a particularly heavily painted stretch of wall, popping a hand on his hip as he looked it up and down before spinning and falling backwards.

Right through the wall.

Chula jumped forward on instinct, claws snapping out to pull Leo back. But she stepped partly through with the action. Color and noise exploded around her in bright gold lighting and dusty old brick.

She blinked a few times, eyes scanning over the dozens of- yokai, Leo had said they were called?- that occupied the space, eating, drinking and laughing, filling the space with a cozy atmosphere.

The rest of the turtles scrabbled in behind her, all four moving to ‘present’ the canteen to her.

“Pretty sweet, right?” Leo beamed up at her.

She chuckled, reaching down to ruffle his now very long mask tails, “Yes Verd’ika, it is very cool.”

“Hey sweet,” Mikey pointed towards the far wall of booths. “Our spot is open!”

“Oh yeah, best seat in the house,” Leo pumped a fist before grabbing Chula and tugging her further into the canteen.

When they got closer, it became clear why this was the turtles favored spot.

It was a simple booth overall but one thing that made it different was the fact that the table was off center. The small change meant one side could accommodate the three smaller turtles and one could easily fit Raph and all found would be perfectly comfortable.

And, in today's case, a Mandalorian hybrid as well.

Leo pretty much launched into a seat, followed closely by Mikey, both giggling and shoving each other. Donnie and Raph settled in much more calmly, shaking their heads at the other two’s antics.

Chula started to sit as well, when a feeling crawled up her spine.

She didn’t know if it was Lasat instinct or Mandalorian training, but she always knew when someone was staring at her. And sometime after the fourth time Leo got kidnapped, her sixth sense extended to him.

So when the feeling of eyes linger far too long started to make her fur stand on end she paused, slowly turning to scan the room.

She found the guilty party easily, because he was literally standing in the middle of everything.

But when she spotted him, she had to do a double take.

Then a triple.

Because, yes, Leo had told her living skeletons were a thing here and the proprietor of Run of the Mill was one of these living skeletons. But even with that prior knowledge, actually seeing an actual skeleton, standing in a dark suit and hat holding a little book and pen, made something in her brain screech to a halt in shock.

But if that skeleton was who she thought he was…it would explain the staring.

She turned back to the group, sliding into the booth and lowering her voice, “Out of curiosity, how close are you to that Hueso fella?”

“Oh, me and Mr. Bonsey are great friends! We even went on an adventure one time and I helped him reconnect with his brother and I totally saved this place from disaster to help him out.”

“I helped that time, ya know,” Mikey grumbled, crossing his arms.

Leo flapped his hands dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, we learned a lesson about teamwork and healthy sportsmanship…why do you ask?”

Chula’s ear flicked, listening to the squeak of leather shoes on hard flooring as someone started to advance on the booth. She grinned and raised one hand to point.

Leo frowned, slowly turning to see where she was pointing. And she could see the moment he saw the bone-man coming at the table, literally seconds before the said table shuddered from a bony hand slamming down on it.

“If you think this is a cute prank kid, I’m going to ban you.”

The entire table stared for a moment, with a mix of surprise and shock at the statement.

Leo blinked, brow pinching, “Wow, okay, I knew this was gonna hit hard but wow, did not know you cared that much boss.”

“Pepino,” Hueso probably meant to growl the word out but he sounded almost choked up to Chula.

Leo was quick to keep talking, going a mile a minute as he explained, “Okay! I didn’t set up a prank or anything. I got portal jacked into a completely different dimension. Technically twice but one was kinda on purpose but, anyway, it took me awhile to get back and first thing we needed to do was make sure my rescuer had a slice of proper pizza from the best spot in town. Did you know they don’t have pizza in space? There is no pizza in space man!”

Hueso frowned, finally looking around at the rest of the table and, by extension, at Chula. She smiled, trying very hard to not wonder how a face made of bone was so damn expressive.

His…eyes? -eye sockets? How did expressions work when someone didn’t have any skin?- narrowed as he looked her up and down. She sat back, waiting for his appraisal to conclude, very aware that Leo was watching the interaction with bated breath.

His face was still pinched as he slowly turned back to Leo, “...she won’t cause any problems, will she?”

“You kidding?” Leo chuckled. “She is, like, the chillest person you’ll ever meet. Chill as ice, as a cucumber, cooler than an icy cucumber-”

Hueso sighed and pinched his nose bridge as if he was annoyed. But Chula smirked, seeing some tension leave the man's shoulders, “Haven’t changed a bit, have you pepino?”

“Nooope!” Leo said proudly. “And since we cleared all that up, how about some pizza? My friend here has never had it and I haven’t had a decent pie in ages!”

Hueso sighed again but he was smiling softly as he whipped out his pad and pen again, “What are you niños wanting today then?”

The boys almost instantly started talking over each other, rattling off their orders so quickly, Chula didn’t catch most of what they said. But the chaotic mix of voices didn’t seem to throw Hueso in the slightest. His pen was practically flying and his small smile grew wider and wider with every moment. He was beaming when he finally left the table.

“I think he missed you,” Chula commented lightly.

“Yeah,” Leo murmured. Then he shook himself, plastering a smile on his face, “I mean, yeah, duh, of course he missed me! I’m basically his favorite customer.”

The other turtles collectively groaned, with Raph even mumbling a quiet, “You’re definitely not even close, dude.”

Chula chuckled, folding her hands on the table, “Tell me again, how did you all even find this place?”

“Oh now that’s a story!” Leo beamed, happily launching into the story of how they’d happened to see another yokai going in years ago and had naturally followed her..

She smirked when Leo tried to claim he had been dominating the ‘Maze of Death’ that the place had and his brothers were quick to correct that they’d all done awful in it when Hueso returned with several pizzas.

The smell of cooked cheese and bread hit her nose. Her ears flicked up in interest at what she assumed to be the creepy supremes, covered in small, squirming tentacle creatures. Two more joined those, with much more tame and not alive toppings. Mikeys had a yellow fruit mixed with chunks of meat while the one Leo had ordered on her behalf had a bunch of thin, round slices of meat and what looked like peppers.

She took another sniff of the air before grabbing a slice, mimicking the boys as they started to dig in. She could feel when they all paused to watch her take a large bite out of the pizza.

The explosion of cheese and spice on her tongue made her ears twitch and a happy, high trill to burst from her throat.

“I knew you’d like the spice lovers!” Leo crowed happily.

“Mikey,” Chula swallowed and beamed at the box turtle. “You’re teaching me how to make this.”

Mikey grinned back, eyes shining, “Yes! We’ll make you a pro pizza chef in no time!”

Chula took another bite of pizza, reveling in the clash of flavor that burned her throat and made her taste buds sing. 

“Try this too!” Leo scooped us a slice of his creepy supreme as passed it over the table.

Chula happily took the slice, crunching down on the little creatures and through the thick crust.

She definitely couldn’t leave until she learned all she could about making pizza from Mikey. The clones would love this stuff.

—-------------------------

Chula raised a brow at Donnie when she saw where he did his shopping, “This is a refuse-yard.”

“And I recall Leo saying that you traded scrap for extra money.”

“...you know what, fair.”

Donnie smirked and activated his battle-shell to boost himself over the fence. Chula rolled her eyes and manually vaulted over after him, “I thought you said you had what you needed for the last touch-ups on the Tortuga.”

“Technically,” Donnie stressed out the word as he hovered between piles of trash. “I could use my current martials to just replace the generator prongs, but I would also like to upgrade the positioning array! It was a bit of a rush job and we’d already used most of our resources on the ship. And since you don’t seem to be in much of a hurry, now is as good a time as any!”

Chula hummed, trying to ignore the comment about how she wasn’t pushing the timeline up. She probably should be but…Astra could look after things for a bit longer. Chula was just…making sure Donnie didn’t burn himself out or anything.

Plus, she had to have a chat with that Berry person. And she’d told Mikey he could give her armor a new paint job.

So she shrugged and started picking through a pile of rusted transport parts, “And you definitely needed me for this, huh?”

“What-oh, yeah, of course I did! Why wouldn’t I need the help? We’ll be carrying a lot of materials back to the lab and I clearly need help with that and you’re clearly the strongest one among us at the moment! Therefore it was not weird at all for me to request you help on this mission! Yes, nailed it, perfect story.”

Chula chuckled and moved to loom behind Donnie and give him a very flat look, “Donatello. You can just say ‘I wanted us to hang out one on one’.”

“Whaaat, that, me, no, why would I think that? What would-,” Donnie paused. “....maybe.”

Chula cackled then, reaching down to ruffling Donnie’s mask tails before moving away again, “Leo was right, you’re an awful lair.”

“SCOFF!” Donnie cried indignantly. “I am excellent at deception!”

“Uh-huh,” Chula nodded, moving further away to dig into another pile. Donnie was ranting but she let the words wash over her, only really paying attention to his voice and where it was coming from.

It was actually pretty easy to keep tabs on Donnie. The kid liked to talk, even if his audience wasn’t fully listening. So she wandered around, quietly digging through piles of metal to find all the things Donnie wanted them to get. 

Her search took her a bit further than she had meant to wander away but she could still hear Donnie, now fully momologing to himself, so she wasn’t worried. Her ears flicked forward in interest when she spotted a dented terminal jutting out of a pile of plastic bags. She dragged it out to start prying open the casing and see if any of the internals were salvageable.

She froze before she could even dig her claws into the terminal seams.

Because the scrapyard had suddenly gone very quiet.

Chula spun and spinted back to where she’d last heard Donnie, quietly hoping that he’d just paused in his rants for air.

Her ears twitched when she picked out voices again. Voices, more than just Donnie. And she didn’t recognize any of the voices as Donnie.

She crouched as she got closer, using the piles of trash and shadows to conceal herself as she peered around a corner.

Then she frowned at the scene before her.

Donnie had, in fact, been joined by some new people, three teenagers if Chula was guessing correctly. The girl of the group was talking, ranting almost, waving her hands dramatically along with two wrist tablets that covered her lower arms. The design reminded her of Donnie’s but it was bulkier and more bells and whistles were sticking out of them.

And speaking of Donnie. Chula’s confusion doubled at the almost bored expression on his face. He even rolled his entire head when the girl held out her arms to show off her tech, “I would be flattered by the imitation if it wasn’t so….rudimentary.”

“Oh, but I’ve made some additions of my own!” The girl said, hands flying as she started tapping the screens.

Chula’s hackles rose as dozens of purple flying droids seemed to appear from nowhere, circling around the group. Donnie still didn’t look concerned but Chula’s hand moved to her hip anyway.

“Now,” the girl continued, steeping her fingers. “Since our last encounter we looked into the parts that you stole-”

“Borrowed,” Donnie interrupted.

“Stole,” the girl countered back. “Face it Von Ryan, you’ve stooped to our level. But what I want to know is. What oh what are you trying to build?”

Donnie scoffed, “Even if I told you, that project would be far past what you could comprehend. So, if you're done showboating, I really need to get back to business.”

The girl's face pinched in anger, jaw tensing as her hand moved to one of the wrist tablets.

Chula bared her teeth and moved.

She hadn’t armored up fully for this little outing, but she had brought her weapons. And it turned out, Earth droids were very breakable.

The three humans jumped and screamed as her blaster blots rang out, knocking the droids out of the air. Donnie didn’t scream but his shoulders did jump when the first bolt screeched through the air.

Chula paused when the last droid hit the ground, carefully lowering her as she slowly moved her gaze to the three teens.

They stared back, eyes wide as each scanned her up and down.

The skinny one with glasses broke the silence, “Nope!” he spun, sprinting for the fence while chanting. “Nope, nope, nope, no thank you! I’m out!”

“Hey! Wait up!” the other boy scrambled after the first.

Much to the girl's dismay, “Hey! Get back here you two!”

Neither boy listened to her, both far too busy climbing the fence and running as far and fast as they could.

Chula cleared her throat, turning to Donnie, “Is there a problem here Edeemir’ika?”

“...I could have handled that,” Donnie grumbled.

Chula hummed and looked back to the girl.

She’d turned back to Chula, eyes going wide again as she started to frantically tap at her tablets. 

Chula’s eyes narrowed and she took a step closer, growling out, “Are we going to have a problem kid?”

 The girl swallowed, looking down at her tablet then up again, “T-this is none of you business, ya know!”

“Oh, it became my business when you threatened my kid,” Chula bared her teeth in a wide grin and moved fully out of the shadows. “So like I asked. Is. There. A. Problem?”

The girl took a step back.

Donnie snorted, leaning against a rusted transport, “I’d start running if I were you Kendra. Miss. Verd has a very ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.”

Kendra looked between Donnie and Chula, taking another small step back.

Chula advanced, letting a growl rumble up her throat.

That got her moving. Kendra spun and started booking it, calling shrilly over her shoulder, “This isn’t over Donatello!”

“Yeah, yeah, vengeance, payback, other…speech about how I’m gonna pay,”

Chula huffed, stowing her blaster and moving to stand Next to Donnie, “Are they an issue a lot?”

“Hardly,” Donnie sighed. “They were barely a challenge for me before I tapped into my ninpo. Now they’re a minor annoyance.”

Chula hummed, watching Kendra scrabbling over the scrapyard fence.

She felt Donnie looking at her. She dipped her head to meet his narrowed eyes, “What?”

“I was under the impression that kids were not a group you would fight. The Purple Dragons are annoying but hardly worth a rule exception.”

Chula nodded, “Yeah but they don’t know that, do they?”

Donnie blinked.

Then started cackling, “Oh I am so glad you accompanied me!”

—--------------------------

“Chula, Chula, Chula!”

Chula paused so the orange and green blur heading her way could launch himself onto her back. She was a bit surprised when Mikey kept going, climbing over her shoulder, but she put her arms out so that when he tumbled fully over her shoulder he landed safely.

He was beaming, almost vibrating with excitement and clutching one of his sketchbooks, “So, I remember you said I could give your armor new paint and I was brainstorming and I got the awesomest idea! I made some inspo designs we can look at and I can go get metal paint tonight and we can paint it super soon if we narrow down the design asap.”

Chula hummed and started walking towards the common area, “So basically, you want me to look over the designs now.”

“Mmmmaaaaybe!” Mikey hunkered down in his perch.

Chula snorted but plopped down in Raph’s beanbag chair, adjusting her hold so she could better look at the book in Mikey’s lap. “Well, let’s see it then Tranyc'ika.”

Mikey paused, hand frozen as it went to open the book, then tipped his head back, “Tra-nechie?”

“TRAH-neesh,” Chula corrected.

“Tranyc,” Mikey repeated softly. “I know the ‘ika’ means little but Leo’s never used tranyc. What’s that mean?”

“Well, the literal translation is ‘star-burned’,” Chula said. “But a more common translation is ‘sunny’ or ‘sunshine’.”

Mikey giggled, “I should let you know, I’m usually opposed to being called ‘little’ anything.”

“You’re all little to me,” Chula countered. “You all just itty-bitty lil terrapins.” The statement was accompanied by her squeezing her arms and pitching her voice higher.

Mikey cackled, squirming in her hold, “Okay, okay!” Chula loosened her arms and let Mikey breathe. “Okay, I will allow one exception to my rule.”

“Oh, like I wasn’t going to call you ika anyway,.” Chula gave one more squeeze. “Now, let me see those drafts, hmm? I’m lookin’ forward to that new paint job.”

Mikey grinned, flipping open his sketchbook.

Chula whistled at the first image, an impressive recreation of her helmet in black ink and layed with bold, blue stripes overtop, “You didn’t happen to get a second option on this one, did you?”

“Not exactly,” Mieky fiddled with the edge of the flimsi. “It’s just…we all know you gotta go back to your dimension eventually. And it sounds really dangerous there so I thought, maybe I could put all of us on your armor. That way, we’ll all kinda be with you.”

Chula smiled, heart swelling at the thought Mikey had put into this, “That sounds really nice actually.”

Mikey peered up at her. 

She smiled down at him, “You got any more drafts with all your colors?”

Mikey beamed, flipping a few pages until he got to some sketches of her full armor, “I may have made a few versions.”

“Nice,” Chula snuggled down in her seat, pointing to the image of her chestplate, the stripes replaced by orange lighting bolts. “Can you put a star on there? Over the iron heart.”

“Ohhh, yeah, that would look epic!” Mikey whipped out an orange marker.

—---------------------

“Hey, uh, Miss. Verd?”

Chula blinked, slowly turning to look at Raph, “Miss. Verd? Where did that come from?”

Raph ducked his head in embarrassment, “...yeah, that was kinda weird.”

Chula smiled, taking a little mercy on the kid and patting his arm, “Hey, okay, why don’t you tell me what you want, hmm? I assume that’s what the formality was about.”

“Well…I was just wondering….if you could maybe…spar…with me?”

“Oh is that all!” Chula grinned, slinging an arm around Raph’s shoulders and started walking to the ‘dojo’. “Don’t know why you didn’t join me and Leo this morning if you wanted a spar. But he tends to need an outlet a lot per day so maybe the three of us-”

“Um, actually, Raph just wanted it to be one on one.”

Chula paused, glancing down at Raph. The kid was wringing his hands nervously, eyes fixed on their feet.

“...any reason you want it to be one on one?” She asked. “Because if you had Leo fightin’ with you, let’s be honest, you’d actually have a chance landin’ some hits.”

Raph frowned at that, a cute furrow forming on his brow, “Raph can take you!”

“Oh, ho, can you now?” Chula’s smile turned to a smirk as she pulled away, cuffing Raph lighty on the back of his head before dancing away.

Raph spluttered at the tap, head whipping to where she’d been and then back to her, “We haven’t gotten to the dojo yet!”

“And? Come on, who limits a good spar to one room?”

Raph stammered more, so Chula zipped forward long enough to give him another tap on the shoulder.

That seemed to be enough to snap Raph out of his stupor. He twitched at the hit but when he looked up to see Chula moving away again his eyes narrowed. Chula grinned when he dropped into a ready stance. Her grin got even wider when he moved first, hard and fast and right for her.

She brought her arms up to block, the force of Raph’s attack making her slide back. She dug her claws into the floor and twisted one hand to grab Raphs wrist. He yipped in surprise when she flipped him, slamming loudly onto the floor.

He shook off the impact quickly, rolling away from her and to his feet. He took more castion this time, moving slowly around Chula, eyes flicking up and down, looking for an opening.

Chula’s hands flexed, hackles raising as she waited for Raph to make a move.

When he attacked again, she sidestepped, grabbing the lip of his shell and using the momentum to roll him to the floor again. She pinned him, smirking as he blinked confusedly at her, “Now, why are you doin’ this with me and not one of your brothers?”

Raph’s eyes went wide and he turned his head away, “Uh…Leo said you were a good fighter and-and you’re strong enough so Raph won’t hurt you and my brothers are smaller-”

“Oh like that stops them,” Chula huffed, standing up. “Pretty sure every bad guy you fight on the regular is twice your size. Which makes them at least three times as big as your brothers.”

Raph was back to stammering, trying to look anywhere but Chula, “It’s, um, you know, different! If-if I get too into it I can do more damage and Raph doesn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Chula frowned, crouching down next to Raph, “You wouldn’t ever hurt your brothers.”

Raph flinched at that, sitting up and hugging himself, “....but I have.”

“What? When? Pretty sure Leo would have mentioned that to me at some point.”

Raph huddled into himself even more, “...it was during the Invasion.”

Chula frowned, thinking back and trying to parse out if Raph hurting the other boys was ever mentioned.

“...you cannot be talkin’ about how you got mind controlled by the Krang.”

Raph’s head ducked partly into his shell.

“Okay, no, no. Whatever convoluted bantha-osik you’ve logiced out in your head is wrong. I may not know all the details of that invasion but you know what I do know? You are not responsible for what you do when under mind control. And I have given this talk to way too many clones, seriously, mind control and manipulation weirdly happens a lot in the battalion, so trust me when I say with complete certainty that you, Raphael Hamato, would never hurt your siblings. Ever.”

Raph blinked, jaw opening slightly, then closing again, “...mind control was common with the soldiers you worked with?”

“Yes,” Chula leaned back to sit more on her haunches, tipping her head back with a groan. “Force users, plant spores, freaky worm things, a whole planet that just messed with baselines humans for some reason. Never figured that out, didn't want to figure it out, just sent a big ol’ ‘do not land here’ to the Republic on that one.”

Raph snorted.

“Ah, there’s a smile,” Chula beamed, bumping Raph’s shoulder. “There’s your awesome, toothy smile. Now, are we gonna keep thinking silly things Aranar’ika?”

“...maybe,” Raph peeked up. “I’ll stop if you tell me what aranar means?”

“Oh, look at your pronunciation. Very good,” Chula beamed. “It means ‘defender’. Felt it suited you.”

Raph blinked again, eyes going wide as he looked down at his own hands, “Aranar.”

He smiled and Chula saw his shoulders shimmy a little and a tiny chirp come out of his mouth. She felt a burst of warmth at the reaction and basked in Raph joy at the nickname.

—--------------------

“Whoa, looking good guys!”

“Right?” Chula twisted at the waist, admiring her armor in a floor length mirror. “We still gotta add the protective coating but I wanted to see it all together. Mikey did amazing.”

She wasn’t exaggerating to Leo in the slightest, she loved the design Mikey had eventually settled on. The chestplate had a massive star over the iron heart, framed by four lighting bolts. The gold on her arm bracers was replaced with bright purple rectangles that mimicked Donnie’s markings. Her backplate had been redone with red spikes and a large Hamato Clan symbol. And her helmet was now adored with blue stripes that were obviously inspired by Leo’s facial markings.

She’d loved it on flimsi and seeing it on her armor made her love it even more.

She did a small spin, showing off the entire ensemble to Leo and Mikey.

Leo laughed, clapping as he approached, “Very nice, very nice. Excellent work as always, Michel.”

“Aw, you guys,” Mikey giggled.

“Just needs one more touch,” Leo said, his expression suddenly becoming nervous.

Chula turned to fully face him, removing her helmet, “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Leo cleared his throat. “I know Donnie’s hasn’t got the cross-dimensional cell phone thingie done yet but…you know, in case he finishes before you get a chance to visit.”

Leo reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a flat object wrapped in blue fabric. Chula quickly set her helmet aside, opening a palm for Leo to place the object into her hand. She noted with surprise that the fabric was Leo’s mask, the one that he had been wearing when they first met. She handled the tattered fabric carefully, fingers ghosting over the torn edges and old blood stains before opening it.

Inside the mask was a belt emblem, almost exactly like the ones all the turtles wore, only this one was a bit on the larger size. A smile spread across Chula’s face, “This is perfect!”

Chula turned to face the mirror again so that she could fix the emblem and mask to her belt. The metal gleamed as she turned back, popping a hip for extra effect, “This really ties the whole thing together, don’t you think?”

Mikey giggled, nodding enthusiastically, “Oh yea, the whole thing was definitely missing that! Good thinking Leo!”

Leo huffed, folding his hands behind his head, “Duh, can’t be in the Mad Dogs without our emblem. But, you know you don’t gotta keep the mask, right? It was just the closest thing I had to wrap it up.”

“I know,” Chula started to pull off armor pieces and lay them out on the tarp she and Mikey had been using. “But I like it, it gives me some flair, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely!” Mikey agreed as he started grabbing the top coat sprays. 

Leo blinked, his smile slowly turning into a confused frown. He looked down at his tattered mask tails hanging from behind the emblem, then back up to Chula.

The smile returned, a much softer, more genuine one, “Happy to help.”

—---------------

“So…Barry.”

The yokai in question looked up from his stovetop, “...did you climb in through my window.”

“Yup,” Chula smirked, leaning against the wall. “Wanted us to meet, without the kids.”

Barry wrinkled his nose and turned back to the stove, “Then why not use the door? And if you’re going to break into my residence, at least use my name. I am Baron Draxum, warrior alchemist of the Yokai.”

“Ooooo, well ain’t you fancy,” Chula cleared her throat. “Well I am Chula Verd of Mandalore, multidimensional traveler and honorary member of the Hamato clan. And the one who would very much like to talk about that throwing Leo off a roof comment.”

“I’m surprised the little showman hasn’t mentioned it to you,” Draxum sighed. “I will admit I was not completely in my right mind at the time and I may have taken things to an unnecessary extreme but I created the turtles to be very durable. That fall would have merely injured him, he could have easily- how did you get over here?!”

As Draxum had rambled on, Chula had slowly made her way across the apartment. So when Draxum looked up, she was almost right in his face, causing him to leap back.

She smiled, saccharine sweet, “Oh, well, I guess it’s fine then. He would just get a little hurt if you chucked the kid off a roof.”

She felt a little bit of pride when the aloofness Draxum had been holding finally cracked. His eyes flicked around as she leaned even more into his space, “...clearly, Leonardo has rubbed off on you.”

“We’re both terrible influences on each other,” Chula tilted her head and grinned with all her teeth. “Now, this would normally be the bit where I make you regret messin’ with one of my kids.”

“Your-?”

“But it would upset Mikey. And Leo tells me you’re familiar with the Hidden City.”

“...I am…”

“Greeaaat,” Chula leaned closer, until they were nose to nose. “So, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could find a forge, could you?”

“...not one open for public use.”

“Oh, well then I guess you’re gonna help me break into a forge, aren’t you?”

“...that won’t be necessary,” Draxum managed to souffle away from her and straighten back to full height. “I have one at one of my old laboratories. It should still be perfectly functional.”

“Ah, you don’t want to pull a heist with me…Barry?”

He glared, “Barnor. Draxum.”

“Whatever you say Berry.”

—---------------

Two weeks after Chula had brought Leo and his family home, she stood at the ramp of her ship once again.

The Hamato clan had gathered around as well to see her off.

She hugged each tightly, letting the feeling of each embrace ingrain itself into her memory, even Donnie’s brief little side hug.

Leo was the last, fiddling with his hands as he stood before her, “You’re gonna visit us right? Once you make sure everything is okay?”

Chula hummed, crouching so that she was eye-level with Leo, “You know…my dimension, my galaxy. It’s harsh and unkind more often than not, especially to the people important to me.”

Leo frowned, confused.

“I was planning to steal away the entire battalion, ya know. The Republic doesn’t see the clones as people, they wouldn’t have anything to go to after the war ends. What better place to give them a new life than an entirely different dimension?”

She saw the moment her implication clicked in everyone's minds.

But Leo was the one to voice it, “You’re gonna come back…and stay?”

“Yeah,” Chula nodded. “I want to stay close, you’ve all become family to me. Plus, I gotta keep you crazy kids out of trouble.”

Leo launched himself forward and Chula caught him easily, squeezing tightly enough to pick his feet off the ground.

Mikey threw both his fists in the air with a cheer, “We’re getting new cousins!”

“Would you perchance be bringing back the ship your battalion inhabits as well?” Donnie asked.

Chula laughed, giving Leo one last squeeze before dropping him, “Now, Draxum very kindly showed me where to find a forge for a little side project. Just a little trinket for you kids.”

Chula reached into her belt, pulling out her gifts and separating out the one with a blue cord. She held it up, letting the metal visage of a mythosaur skull gleam in the pump station lights.

“Whoa,” Leo stared at the pendant, cupping his hands around it. “What is it?”

“That is a mythosaur skull, one of the few things every Mandalorian agrees on is that it’s the symbol for all of Mandalore,” she placed the pendent into Leo’s hands before stepping towards the others, passing out the rest. “And on the off chance you bump into another Mandalorian, this should be enough for them to keep you on their good side.”

“Reassuring,” CJ huffed as he looped the cord around his neck. “But it looks really cool.”

“Ditto!” Raph agreed as he put his own pendant on, made slightly bigger to match his size.

Chula chuckled, handing the last Mythosaur pendent to April before going back to Leo, grabbing him in another quick hug, “I’m going to come back with my clan. I’ll drag Astra here kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“Looking forward to it,” Leo grinned. “And can’t wait to meet her.”

Chula smiled. Releasing Leo and heading up the ramp. She paused at the top, turning to give one last wave to the kids, “See you all in a few days.”

“Anata wa hitori ja nai,” Leo said, the statement echoed by his family.

Chula paused, “Well, now you get to give me the language lesson.”

“It’s something our family says,” Leo explained. “It means ‘you are not alone’.”

Chula smiled, a warm feeling wrapping around her, “Well then. Anata wa hitori ja nai, Hamatos. I’ll see you all very soon.”

A loud chaos of ‘bye’s and ‘see you soon’s echoed up to her as the ramp slowly lifted.

Chula’s smile grew as she bounded through the corridors and up into the bridge. She could hear the roof whirring open as she took her seat. 

The console came alive as her hands danced over it. Her smile became downright manic as she settled into her seat, feeling joy almost buzz in every limb. The ship sang in reply to her excitement, engines creating a wonderful symphony as she lifted it into the air.

She reached over, preemptively plugging in her dimensions coordinates.

Nine-one-seven-seven-two-five.

Home.

“Wonder how much has changed,” Chula murmured as she broke above the clouds and activated the gateway.

[sunny6677]

Spooky Personality Swap!

Summary:

Literally just a fanfic where different characters in Spooky Month Swap personalities for a day. I don't take requests, but I will try to do at least every character I promise. /lh

Chapter 2: Skid & Roy (Part 1).

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It was only another Autumn night in the town of Sedonah—brilliant large trees looming over the fields of grass where they stood. And as always, the houses within the neighborhood stood silently. Occasionally—some people walked along the sidewalk where leaves remained scattered and fluttering onto the stone tiles. Stars flickered as always.

A chill flowed through the area, causing the grass to slightly move to the side or shift. The scent of grass hung in the air. And in a row of various small houses was a beige house. It was square-shaped, with a black roof and a regular green frontyard.

And deep within the house, stood within the living room, was a tall woman with long beautiful purple hair that went all the way down her back—Lila. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her eyes half-lidded and somewhat struggling to remain open as her lips parted. Her hair was a little messy. Yet—that was to be expected when she was up past a time she should have been asleep.

She gave a groan. "..ugh.. I'm tired."

That was the only thing she could say—feeling her mind become numb as she recalled the events that had played out earlier on in her day.

A yawn escaped her lips. And Lila slowly stood up. She needed to rest. For she had work tomorrow, and if she didn't rest, she probably wouldn't have that much of a good day tomorrow either.

She began to slowly turn—her shoulders slightly slumped. But she quickly find her eyes slightly widening, and her feet coming to a stop against the grey floor. There was a small figure walking toward her. Short. Just about the same height as her hand alone with how small it was. Then again, she might have been exaggerating.

Yet—she knew who it was. It was her son. But—what was he doing up at such an hour?

Her son continued to walk, a frown behind his oddly big mask as he furrowed his brows.

"..son?" She spoke, "What are you doing up?"

Her son just.. looked at her. And gave a slight roll of his eyes. "Uh.. nothing. I'm just gonna go call Pump."

She blinked. Well, that wasn't really unusual. He usually did like to call his friend anyway. She couldn't really help the way her eyes trailed upon his form though. She wasn't sure why, but something felt sort of off.

"So.. can I go call him, or are you not gonna let me hang with him?"

"..sure, but.. its getting kinda late." She tilted her head to the side. "You sure you wanna go hang out with him right now?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." He rather bluntly replied with a roll of his eyes, beginning to walk foward again toward the direction of the entrance. That was where she kept her telephone, so he'd probably be heading there.

Still.. her eyes trailed after him, silence filling the air as her sons somewhat puzzling behavior confused her even more.

After a moment, she just sighed, "Okay! Well—make sure you get back early!"

————

"Hi, mom! Hi, dad!"

Pump happily greeted whoever was calling on the other end of the line, holding the phone close to his ear. The moment he heard it ring, he practically sprung out of his room. It'd be them this time! He was sure. Maybe they'd be calling from work!

But—the voice that greeted him on the other end of the line was the soft voice of someone else.

"..what? No."

..it was just his friend, Skid.

"Oh. Hi, Skid.." He sighed.

"Uh—hey. You feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I just thought my parents would be calling.."

"Oh.. uh.." Skid trailed off. He remained oddly quiet for a moment, before giggling into the phone, "Hey—what if we go down to the candy store and take some candy? Hehehe.."

Take some candy?..

A grin slowly formed on Pumps lips, and he began to laugh. "Take some candy? Yesss! Let's go do that! Let's do it!"

"Okay—okay, geez. Calm down, dude." Skid laughed somewhat awkwardly on the other end of the phone, "I'll meet you at your house!"

"Okay! I'll let Susie know! Heheh.."

————

There was a knock on the door. Though Pump already knew who it was, and the moment he heard it, he practically came dashing up to the door. And once he slid before the door, he hopped up—grabbing the doorknob and swung it open.

Of course, on the other side—his friend stood. But..

"Ayy—wh.. huh? Where's your costume?"

His friend was standing on the doorstep, his mask visibly off. In fact, he wasn't wearing a costume at all. He was wearing ear-muffs, along with some sweater and a jacket over his tiny body. He tilted his head to the side, as if confused, but groaned.

"Eh.. I dunno. I think I just look kinda weird in a skeleton costume all the time, so I decided to wear something else. You gonna go in that?"

"Uh—yeah! Of course! Cuz it-sa spooky month!"

Pump, with a grin, began to throw his hands from side to side, eagerly dancing before his friend. It almost felt like excited and overly eccentric music was playing in the back the entire time as he did so. He danced, and danced, fully expecting Skid to join.

Instead though, his friend just stood there, arching a brow in what seemed like confusion.

"..uh.. okay." Skid shrugged. "Well—let's go get some candy then!" He grinned from ear to ear. The grin was large. Uncharacteristically large, even. It was a little hard to describe, but it made him appear a bit smug and even mischevious.

Pump nodded eagerly. Hopping onto the doorstep, he gave a slight grunt, and quietly shut the door behind him.

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Through the night, the two wondered along the sidewalks and all the way to the candy store they both knew so well. A large candy store with bright pink coloring and artificial light that spewed from all of the windows. Holding various arrays of candy inside. There was only one thing they'd always come for though. And that was candy cans. And also to visit Kevin of course.

But.. Skid was acting kinda weird the whole time. For one thing, he was having a bit of a rough time running after Pump, and even kept telling Pump to slow down. And anytime Pump suggested something they should do, Skid just gave him a weird look and said something about just wanting to hang out somewhere after they got the candy. He seemed different. Way different in fact.

Still, Pump tried to not ponder this. They were gonna get candy. Maybe he'd start acting like normal again once they got the candy cans!

Beneath the moonlight, the two had approached the candy store that appeared the same as always, with Kevin visibly standing inside and even walking around from the view of the giant square-shaped windows plastered on the outer walls. Pump giggled as they got closer, though he quickly stopped once he noticed Skid shooting him an odd look.

Finally, after a few moments of running through the cold winds, the faint scent of candy from inside got closer, and they stopped momentarily before the artificial doors. Before they quickly moved foward again. The doors came open with an automatic whir, fresh air blowing against them and seeping through Pumps mask.

The bright light from inside made Pumps retina's hurt, and he squinted, before shaking his head. As always, his lispy voice beamed with a grin, "Hi, Kevin!"

Skid didn't say it along with him as always, just standing there. But a large grin was still plastered onto his face as his eyes just scanned the area. He stepped to the side a little—his gaze seeming particularly stuck on a box of candies from nearby.

Kevin was standing near the opposite shelf, looking at them. Furrowing his brows, he sighed. "Ugh.. kids, I'm trying to stock the shelves. What do you want?"

"We want free candy cans, please!" Pump replied cheerfully in return.

"..of course you do." Kevin sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hold on. I'll go get them."

His eyes slowly wondered over to the corner of his eye though. Skid was still stepping to the side quietly with a grin on his face. Now closer to the box of red candies below the machines. He cocked his head to the side, feeling the air seep against his skin as he did so. What on earth was his friend doing?

"..uh.. Skid?" Spoke he.

His friend looked back at him, his grin slightly fading. Quickly, he lifted a hand, and pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh!"

..huh. That was odd. Still, Pump shrugged, and walked happily over to the large counter as Kevin went behind it, and began to shuffle his arms around while presumably searching for the candy cans.

Kevin's back simply face Pump as he bent over. And Pump watched with a smile still on his lips. Finally, after a moment or two, Kevin whipped around with two pastel yellow cans of candy inside, the same familiar pink lids on the top while holding them out.

"Here you go."

"Thank you, Kevin!"

Pump held his own little hands out, slowly taking the can of candy in his grasp. From behind him, he heard Skids little steps approach faintly, and saw his friend now standing beside him, holding out his own hands and.. rather reluctantly taking the can of candy.

He giggled silently to himself for whatever reason, still grinning like earlier. Pumps eyes wondered over him for a moment though. That was strange. Why did the back of his jacket appear to be bulging like there was something beneath it?

Pump began to swiftly turn around with a smile, holding the can close to his chest. Skid did the same, walking away from the counter. Pump could weirdly feel Kevin's gaze upon them as they approached the artificial doors. They were about to walk through the entrance—but then, Kevin's voice rang out.

"He—hey!" He yelled, "Wait! Stop!"

Pump blinked in confusion, turning his head. Kevin swiftly turned, and began to walk around the counter. Before Pump could even speak in return, Skid laughed rather mischeviously. In a matter of a few seconds, his friend dashed foward toward the doors, not sparing any second.

"Run, dude!"

Pump didn't know what was going on. Or what his friend was even doing. All he really knew was that he had been told to run. And so, despite trusting Kevin.. he began to sprint after his friend toward the doors, hearing Kevin yell out from behind him.

————

He wasn't sure how long they'd been running for. Or how far they had ran from the candy store. All Pump knew was that when they came to a stop, they had stopped on some random sidewalk that they had crossed a few times in town.

Skid set the candy can he held in his arms down on the sidewalk, giggling. "Eheheh.."

"Why'd you start running, Skid?" Pump asked, still confused.

Skid looked back at him with a raise of his brow—as if puzzled by the question itself. "Cuz I took the candy, dude. Didn't you see it?"

"Took the candy..?"

"Yeah! Look!"

He raised his hand, slowly slipping it onto the hem from the back of jacket, and pulled it open. Pumps eyes remained glued, and began to widen as small wrappers of hard red candies slipped out of the opening, falling to the ground with a thud. And in the few seconds they all fell out, they quickly stopped.

Skid turned to look at them all with a grin on his face, giggling even more. His friend had taken the candy. He didn't even ask. He just took it. And he even took it from someone they saw as their friend.

..why?

"Wait, you stole the candy?!" He practically yelled out, "Why?!"

Skid just blinked at him, shrugging. "Well, duh. I told you we'd go out to take some candy, didn't I? Why wouldn't I steal candy?"

"But—but stealing is mean!"

"Ugh—so what? That Kevin guy barely likes us anyway—"

Before Skid could finish, a high-pitched, scrawny but familiar voice rang out from nearby.

[kingkorvusarchive]

Do What You Can To Stay Sane...ish

Description: When Dean was a young 21 year old, he discovered the most wonderful medication. It made him feel relaxed, like the weight of the literal world wasn't on his shoulders. At least for a little while.

"What's that?" Dean asked Lee, who had just taken a large puff off a joint he rolled. "Weed." Lee simply replied, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of Dean. "It's like a cig but way better." "Dude!" Dean panicked for a moment, "Put that out! My dad could catch us." "Relax." Lee soothed, patting Dean's cheek gently, "Why the hell else would I ask you to take a walk in the middle of the night?"

That's true. Lee did wake Dean up super early in the morning, asking if they could go on a walk. Even though Dean had protested for a minute, Lee was able to convince him to go with after promising to do the coffee run in the morning.

After they had moped through a small, wooded area for a while, they decided the clearing that faced the empty meadow was a good enough spot to stop and sit for awhile. They usually did this extra early in the morning, like 3 to 4 in the AM. It was the only time they could be alone. Talking about whatever they want without John having something to say. It was the only time they really felt like they could actually be themselves.

Dean watches as Lee brings the joint to his lips, wrapping them around the filter, taking a long, deep draw from it. The ember from the end illuminated the blue of Lee's eyes, though it was so dark. Lee rolled his eyes towards Dean, catching him admiring. Dean quickly looked the opposite direction, the blush creeping up on his cheeks slowly.

"You wanna try?" Lee asked, tapping Dean's knee with the same hand holding the joint.

Dean looked down at the joint, suddenly becoming a deer in headlights. He had never really tried anything other than cigarettes and beer with his dad.

"Here." Lee said, taking the joint back and turning his whole body towards Dean. "How about I just blow the smoke at you for starters, just so you can smell it." Dean's eyes were shiny as he nodded slowly. "Okay, here we go."

Lee took a long drag, his lungs filling to the brim with harsh smoke. He held it for a moment, observing Dean to be sure that he actually wanted this. He gave Dean a look to confirm this. Dean just nodded again, feeling words get stuck in his throat.

Lee leaned forward, making the already small distance between them even smaller. Dean swallowed, the words that were caught going down his throat along with the excess spit. Lee nodded as he blew the smoke over Dean's face, slowly.

Dean let the smoke seep into him, just taking in the scent. He didn't really like it. "It smells like someone ran over a skunk." he said, waving the smoke away from his face. "But... it's not the worst thing I've smelled. So, I guess, that's cool." Lee chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah. I don't love the smell a whole lot either. But, I think you should keep going. Maybe it would help you chill out after a hunt." "What do you mean?" Dean asked. "I mean, after a hunt, when your adrenaline is pumping and you're on edge for the rest of the night. Always watching for the next monster before you end up passing out from the crash." Lee animates, "Especially you, man. You're always so jazzed after a hunt." Lee nudges Deans shoulder. "Well excuse me for being a little shaken up from almost dying on a daily basis." Dean said, huffing out a breath. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, right there." Lee says, "Just keep going. If you start smoking it, and absolutely hate the way it makes you feel, I'll even quit myself."

For some reason, that sentence made Dean's heart flutter. His best friend was willing to give up something that really seemed to be helping him, just because Dean might not like it. It was so thoughtful it made Dean's stomach turn.

"What do I do?" Dean asked, reaching his fingers out for the joint. "I mean, obviously it's like a cigarette. But, like, do I do anything special with it?" "Nope. Just inhale and exhale. You can keep the smoke in your mouth first since its your first time. " Lee winked, handing the joint to Dean.

When their fingers brushed, Dean swore he felt a wave of electricity flow throughout his entire body. He brought the joint to his lips, taking in the smell again, not minding it as much as before. He took a long drag, taking an extra sip of air to guide the smoke to his lungs. He could feel the smoke twirling around his lungs, some of it sitting at the very bottom burning in his chest.

He slowly blew out the smoke, watching it float off into the night sky. The affects of the marijuana hit Dean immediately, his body becoming more relaxed and his mind clearing of the bloody images of torn apart humans.

"Woah." Dean said, looking at the little joint in his hand. "Right? Fells amazing , doesn't it?" Lee said, reaching his hand for the joint again. "Yeah. It does." Dean said, handing the weed back.

They sat in silence for a while, just passing the joint back and forth until it was nothing more than just the roach. By now, Dean was stoned. His tolerance wasn't as high (haha) as Lee's.

"Dude, your eyes are red as fuck." Lee laughed at Dean, leaning into Dean's side. "Shut up. No they aren't." Dean laughed, leaning his body weight on Lee's. "Sure, whatever you say." Lee said, sitting up again.

Dean and Lee were sitting close to each other. So close that their shoulders were touching when Lee was sitting up. It wasn't how they had started this trip though. When they had first sat down, they were sat at a reasonable distance. Far enough that they had their own spaces but close enough to hear each other talk. As the night went on, they had started drifting closer to each other. Their shoulders were touching and their conversation could be a whisper if they wanted.

"Shit... I didn't bring my bag." Lee said, tossing the dead joint into the distance. "I could go grab it." Dean said, already starting to stand before Lee grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. "Don't bother. Your dad will definitely catch us if you try to open the car." Lee said, leaning against Dean again. "You good? You're kind of shaking." Dean asked. "Oh yeah. Just a little chilly is all." Lee said, shrugging his shoulders.

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. He had told Lee to grab a jacket before they headed out but Lee said he wouldn't need it. So, Dean took off his leather jacket and draped it over the both of them.

"There. That should be better." Dean said. He was glad it was dark so that Lee couldn't see the red blush on his cheeks. The electricity that Dean felt earlier was even more noticeable to him now, he wasn't sure if it was because of the way they were sitting or if it was the weed, but Dean didn't mind it.

"Hey, Dean. Can I ask you something?" Lee abruptly blurts, not moving his head or body to look at Dean. "Have you..." Lee stopped, unsure if he should finish. "Actually, never mind." "Well, now you have to ask. Or else I'm going to bug you about it for the next few hunts." Dean said, moving his shoulder a bit to make Lee's head bounce. Lee laughed, "Okay fine. But you have to promise me you won't be all weird after I ask." "Done deal. Not much that can drive me away." Dean said without hesitation. Lee is his best friend. Of course he wasn't going to judge him for anything he could do or say. "Have you..." Lee started again, pausing to take a deep breath, "Have you ever felt the same way about a guy the way you do a girl?" Dean didn't answer for a moment, a little taken aback from this specific question. "Never mind. Don't answer that." Lee interrupted, pushing Dean's leather jack off of himself. "What? Where are you going?" Dean asked, grabbing Lee's wrist before he could even move. "I was just thinking is all." he pulled Lee back to his spot and covered him again.

"I'll admit. There were a few times that I thought about it. Ya know? What would it be like to be with a guy? Could that even be possible? Not only in the normal world but in this life as well. I mean, how many gay-" "Or bisexual." Lee interrupted. "Right. Or bisexual hunters do you know of? Or met? Not a lot. I'm sure there are some out there..." Dean said, staring up at the canopy of branches above them. "Plus, my dad would never..." "I know." Lee said, relaxing his body against Dean again. "Can I ask why you wanted to know?" Dean questioned, looking down at Lee. His floppy brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, hiding the sky blue that Dean liked about them. "I've just been thinking about it is all." Lee said. But something in his tone that made Dean doubt him and Lee knew that. "That's bullshit." Dean called out immediately. "I know." Lee admitted. "But I just don't think I'm ready to talk about this anymore right now." " Alright. I won't push any more." Dean said "But I just want you to know that I wouldn't judge you for anything. As long as you're not dead, I couldn't less about who you think is hot or who you want to screw." "Thanks, Dean." Lee said.

They never talked about it again after that. Mostly because John, Dean, and Lee parted ways. There was a hunt in Arizona that really messed Lee up, so he decided to leave. Dean never heard from him after that.

He did continue to smoke however. When John found out, he was furious and demanded that he quit. But Dean, for once in his life, disobeyed a direct order from his father.

He realized after that night that it made him feel a little less shitty. It made him feel less shitty physically. It took away the ache that settled in his knees at a young age from the miles ran on hard pavement. It took away the headaches that he'd get frequently from countless concussions. It soothed the constant pain in his back from carry too much for too long. It also made him feel less shitty mentally. When he smoked, he felt like could actually focus on reading the lore for long periods. He could actually think about what he was going to say before he says it. It makes the raging fire of anger in his chest into a controlled campfire.

On nights it was hard to sleep, he opted for a walk in the near wooded area around the bunker with a joint to himself. He didn't like smoking inside the Bunker, being considerate of Cas and Sam. But also because he didn't like the way the smell would linger for days at a time. The same reason he didn't smoke in his precious car.

He'd walk, lighting the joint at the start of his journey. He always followed the same path. So much so that there was a small trail starting to wear it's way into the dirt, just wide enough for one person. From there he would walk into the woods, sticking close to the small brook. He would take long drags, watching the smoke dance in the air when he exhaled. Sometimes he would stop and stare at the stars and laugh. "Imagine that. The Sword of Michael; stoned." he'd say, finding the irony a little too funny.

There was a tree that Dean carved his initials into not too long after they had found the Bunker. He decided to make that his designated smoking spot, liking the way it faced an empty meadow.

[beelatsstuff]

hi, so i made a story back in 2020-ish I think; it’s a story that i wanted to transcend to something more than me, more than itself… but I ended up not finishing it because i was embarrassed of the fact that i was “dreaming” of making it as a novel or such

im also not really open to sharing it to my friends because some of them can be pretty condescending and I don’t want them to give uh weird faces or grimace when they read my stuff (so it means they’re really not my friends. ?)

and this is where i thought i’d share the story i made

*please be nice*

here it is, please leave a review or feedback to what you think about it!

*first page

PERSONALITY #3

.G. A. N. Y

*first page

She wasn't always like this; no one knows exactly what happened to her. She was an angel sent, a well-nourished child, a dreamer. She was happy. It wasn't anyone's fault but hers. She turned into this half-dead creature, forcing everything to connect on her side. She did this to herself. And there she was, broken into chunks of glass, with an unarmed wound. will take a long time to heal, but will or will not.

CHAPTER 1 “Highschool”

10:00 am *alarm phone rings buzzes*

Gany: oh man, son of a hot fudge eater I don’t want to go to school AARRRRGGHHHHHHH

imessage

Lei: dude, did u finish ass on ap

gany: what ass… N O ?!?

Lei: BRUH alr im not doing mine lol

*@ SCHOOL*

Gany: Man, this shitty high school is filled with dumb teenagers. You can do this; you can walk alone and come in; it's not that hard.

Lei: Oh shit Gany, please shut the fuck up. People are starting to stare at you. Stop talking to yourself, dumbass.

Gany: Lei I can't help it, okay. I know that we're walking together to class. But sometimes I just feel really closed and alone. I can't control it.

Lei: Okay, chill. I'm here with you. I'm going to squeeze my arms into yours. You can stop shaking now.

Lei: Geez Gany, your palms are wet as a pussy.

Gany: SHUT UP let's go, were gonna be late.

Unfortunately, me and Lei don't have classes together, but he keeps me company. He is all I have after all.

Oh well, fuck life. always fucking me hard.

My favorite color is dark red; it reminds me of my blood. It's the only thing I like about myself. I have at least 10 liters inside of me, which is very convenient for vampires.

"Gany, Gany? Hello? Earth-a-Gany, are you there?" I heard Ady screaming his lungs out because I was daydreaming.

Ady is my seatmate in class, and he's gay

"Jesus Christ, Ady, it's 11:00 in the morning let me be, and besides the teacher is not here yet." I said. People always tend to watch me like how they would watch their pet. It annoys my soul, truly. I would love to be a shadow. They can see me, but they wouldn't do anything about it. I don't know why, but I always loved the idea of being known but having this barrier of privacy; unfortunately, this doesn't exist in the real world.

*bell rings* "Gany!" I heard someone yelling my name outside and it was Lei "Ayo bitch what's up" I said, "what you mean what's up?, Uh we're going to the cafeteria right at this moment." Lei insisting "bruh I'm not that hungry maybe I'll just stay here." "Oh please Gany, I know you've been waiting for my shadow to come up in your room so you could escape hell even just for 45 minutes" "Alright fine! Let's go, and after we eat we should go to the library," she says. "Sure, Gany" lei agrees.

[daenqyu]

— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼 

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous 

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story 

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,, 

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking 

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything 

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right? 

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?” 

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal, 

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?” 

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response 

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered 

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize 

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously 

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck 

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed 

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you 

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss, 

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf???? 

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone 

but when it’s you he doesn’t 

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you 

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned 

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her  so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates 

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved 

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated 

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?” 

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks 

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you 

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared 

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open 

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable 

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features 

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake 

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!” 

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together 

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest 

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful 

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness 

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself 

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically 

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??” 

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes 

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever 

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting 

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession 

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official 

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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Tokyo Revengers Head Cannons #1: You Give Him an Eskimo Kiss (Draken, Ran)

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken:

🐉 You’re chilling on his breaktime, having just finished sharing a homemade meal.

🐉 He’s lounging, halfway into a food coma, with an arm slung around your shoulders while you nuzzled into his side. He’s still in his overalls, and smells a little like grease and his drugstore sandalwood perfume.

🐉 His slowing breaths bring a smile to your face, and you look up at him. He’s beautiful like this, eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks and lips parted slightly.

🐉 Yet you sigh; he still has some work to do, and he hates closing up late. 

🐉 So, being the amazing person you are, you decide to remind him. Your mouth opens to call out to him, but just as your vocal chords prepare, an idea hatches in your noggin.

🐉 You’d seen a child do this to their parent on the way here. The term escapes you, but it involved rubbing the tip of your nose on the other person’s. It melted your heart, and you figured with Draken’s tall and pointy nose, it was a walk in the park. 

🐉 You crane your face up to his, and with bated breath, touch your nose with his and slowly shake your head. 

🐉 His eyes fly open, and you nearly fall off the couch with the strength of his shock. You whisper an apology and try to explain yourself, but he’s bug-eyed and...blushing?

🐉  He stammers, asking what the hell you were doing to him, and you tell him he has to go back to work, else he sacrifices his sleep. Turning a little red yourself, you narrate the series of events that led up to this point, avoiding his eyes.

🐉  Once your little tale comes to an end, you peek from under your lashes to see Draken still pink in the cheeks, but the edges of his lips were twitching.  

🐉 Before you can ask, or maybe apologize, he roughly runs his fingers through your hair, mutters that you’re too adorable for his heart sometimes, then plants a kiss right atop your head. You’re practically a stoplight by the time he gets up again, and relish in the soft fluffy feelings that little gesture brought to your heart.

Haitani Ran:

☠ He and Rindou had gotten themselves into a brawl yet again. This time it was some cheap-shots who wanted to usurp their positions as kings of Roppongi. 

☠ The fight didn’t last very long, but one of them managed to land a punch, the knuckles ripping a ridge across Ran’s cheek. He took care of the dude with a swift whack to the temple and sent the bastard skidding across the street. 

☠ Much to his amusement, his baton left an imprint on the guy’s forehead, but with how the cold night air bit at his open wound, he thinks he should’ve swung harder. Honestly, the shit Rindou gave him for actually getting hit-in the face, no less-stung more. 

☠ As they weaved around neighborhoods, the streets gradually became familiar and Rindou kindly points out that your apartment building is around three blocks away. 

☠ Since it was closer, and neither of them really wanted to travel far at 2 in the morning, the brothers knock on your door with absolutely no consideration of you actually being asleep. 

☠ Ran fingers your doorbell with all his might, while Rindou raps his busted knuckles against the wood. The younger brother actually left bloodstains on your door, but you’d only find out through a concerned neighbor the following day. 

☠ Footsteps stomp towards them, and Ran mentally prepares himself for the beast that is a half-awake you, while Rindou remains blissfully unaware of what’s about to come. That pissant was more trouble than he’s worth. 

☠ The door slowly creaks open, revealing you with purple eyebags and a bedhead that could’ve passed as a (h/c) lion’s mane. The brothers freeze, and you glare at them for approximately 30 seconds before gesturing for them to come in. 

☠ As could be expected, all the lights are off with blankets haphazardly tossed on the back of your couch. What Ran didn’t expect soon enough, however, was the stacks of abused papers and textbooks atop your coffee table. 

☠ Only then does he remember that you have college entrance exams coming up in two days. Suddenly, all of your in-phone complaints flooded his conscience, particularly rants about how sleep-deprived you’ve been for nearly two weeks, hence why you’d been skipping out on date nights. 

☠ His heart drops, and now his chest hurts more than the gash on his cheek. He turns to you trudging to him with a first-aid kit, one you had jokingly decorated to look like that of your favorite zombie shooter. The “Haitani starter pack”, you called it. 

☠ Whatever mirth that memory conjured was quickly crushed when you sit him down and open the kit. Christ, you’re probably worse off than they are. Your half-open gaze could barely focus on his face, and in your clouded state you’d forgone even turning a light on. 

☠ Rindou’s blessedly silent, a fleeting thought suggesting he might’ve fallen asleep already. Sighing, he reaches over to flip the switch on your floor lamp and winces when you squint even more. His whispered apology isn’t answered, and his brows droop. 

☠ The smell of disinfectant stings his nostrils, followed by a hotter burn on his injury. Resisting the urge to hiss and dodge the offending cottonball, he opts to take a good look at you. 

☠  Behind the fatigue and drowsiness in your eyes, there’s flecks of worry and confusion. Despite how many fights they got into on a regular basis, it’s a rarity to have them come home scathed. Their arrival must’ve frazzled you quite a bit. Ran curses himself and the cosmos to have aligned this with your currently stressful lifestyle. 

☠ Silently, he reaches for your vacant hand with both of his, rubbing your knuckles slowly. You finally reciprocate his gaze, and he sees it morph into crystalline forgiveness. It radiates from your eyes like starlight, and it only dug his mistakes deeper in his heart. How did he deserve you?

☠ Strangely, you put down the now-pink cottonball and frame your hands on his cheeks. He’s quick to nuzzle the uncut side of his face on the plushness of your palms, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them up to your soft smile. 

☠ His heart stutters, and his ears start to heat up. Your descent to his face is slow, and inch by inch he burns this image of you in his mind. He keeps his eyes open, curious as to what you might pull, but then...

☠ The tip of your button nose tickles his pointed one, and his composure crumbles like a dry cookie. He becomes a literal stop sign: stiff as hell, and all red up top. 

☠ His gaze refuses to break yours though, and Ran thinks to himself that maybe this wasn’t too bad, after all. 

[xcrystalzero]

love languages

Characters Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

Kaeya:

Giving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

-Have you heard this man's voice-lines? The dude is the literal definition of a sweet-talker.

-Will constantly be telling you how good you look in that new outfit or how well-spoken you just were or how good you are at everything your do.

-Also kind of handsy??

-Not like in an obnoxious way (well at least not all the time). Loves to have a hand around your waist when you guys are just talking at the tavern or taking a walk around Mondstat.

-Will 100% grab your ass out of nowhere and then pretend like nothing happened.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Quality Time

- On the other hand, if you grab his ass, he may pass away on the spot.

-Absolutely loves it when you initiate physical contact, especially in public. Will tease you every single time about it but loves seeing this "bold" side of you.

"Oh? Someone's a little needy today." Kaeya cooed as he turned to glance over his shoulder at the way you were currently clinging to his back. You pouted up at him, making a show of slowly pulling away.

"You don't like it? I guess I'll just need to go find someone else to hug... You think Diluc is at the tavern?" You had taken a single step away when a pair of arms wound their way around your waist.

"Hey now..." There's a bit of a warning in his voice but it's nothing harsh. His breath hits your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "I never said that."

-Has a pretty packed schedule as a captain so he doesn't have much free time to spend just chilling. So when you take time out of your equally busy schedule specifically to spend with him, he gets all warm and tingly inside.

-Especially loves it when you do the planning since again, he's a busy man. If you show up at the Knight's headquarters and are just like "get in loser, we're going on a date" he'll probably fall in love all over again.

Diluc:

Giving: Gift Giving, Acts of Service

-Mans is the second-richest person in all of Tevat. If even bring up a slight interest in something, expect it to show up at your doorstep the next day, perfectly gift-wrapped.

-Will shrug it off when you confront him about it, wondering why you're making a big deal out of something so trivial.

"Diluc why is there an army of stuffed animals on my porch?" You aren't sure what your eyes are supposed to be. The fiery-haired man before you or the 50 fluffy creatures arranged in perfectly packaged boxes sitting on the ground in front of you.

"The other day, you said you thought they were cute" Diluc shrugs as he weaves his way through the maze of little creatures to stand by your side.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU BUY THEM ALL!"

-Also likes to make things easier for you whenever he can.

-He's always offering to call you a carriage so you don't have to walk places, or make sure that all of the errands are done before you get a chance to get to them.

-He just wants to reduce any stress in your life and it's cute.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation

-Touch-starved motherfucker.

-Somewhat shy when it comes to PDA and just general affection but over time, he gets used to it and starts to crave it.

-Will never ask you for affection directly but will definitely hint at it. He'll let his hand rest gently on your shoulder for just a little bit too long, or linger after he's already said goodnight, and that's how you know that he wants some love and affection.

-Really likes when you run your hands through his hair. There's just something so soothing about it, especially since he hasn't allowed someone to be that comfortable with him in a while. May just fall asleep in your arms if you keep doing it.

-In the same way, he likes to hear praises. He's not a man who needs to be told by others that he's doing the right thing or that he's doing a good job, but it does kind of feel nice when you're the one saying those things to him.

Xiao:

Giving: Acts of Service, Gift Giving

-He feels like he has nothing of his own to give so he tries to make himself useful in the only way he knows how.

-You mentioned that there's this commission you took that's harder than you expected and has had you busy for the past few days? Oh look at that, somehow the issue is solved. The Treasure Hoarders seem to be creeping too close to the trading ports for comfort. Not anymore they're not.

-Gets borderline creepy at some points where he seems to know every little thing you're struggling with and be able to solve all your problems immediately but are you really going to complain?

-Will constantly bring you food or little things that he saw that reminded him of you.

"Here, take this."

You glance puzzled at the hand the adeptus has outstretched to you. Gently, you reach out and take whatever it is he is offering you, bringing it up to your face to observe. A soft chuckle leaves your lips. In your hands is a tiny butterfly seemingly constructed of folded and interlocking leaf strips.

"Aww Xiao, did you make this for me?"

"I... I just happened to have it," he stutters out, looking anywhere except at you. That does nothing but coax another soft laugh out of you as you gently lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of it."

"... you better."

Receiving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

- Normally, he thinks the sweet-talking of mortals is just another form of manipulation. That being said, when he hears any of those sugared phrases coming from you, his heart skips a beat.

-The first few times you complemented him, he literally had to stop and process for a second because wow. That felt great.

"Mortals are so incapable," Xiao mutters as he brushes slime condensate off of his sleeve. You sheath your sword before turning back to him, a grin on your face.

"Well anyone would be compared to you. You're really amazing you know!"

He froze. They were just words and nothing he hadn't heard before from workers at the inn or humans in the past, so why was his heart beating to fast?

"Xiao?" You questioned, catching up to him and waving a hand slowly in front of his face.

Coming back to his senses, Xiao huffed, turning his head to the side to hide the red creeping onto his cheeks. "Shut up..."

-Surprisingly enough, also really really likes when you touch him. Of course, always ask first or he might just straight up deck you on sheer instinct.

-But as he gets more and more comfortable around you, he grows to love the way you will absentmindedly grab his hand whenever you want to show him something or the way you like to brush his hair gently out of his eyes when the wind picks up.

-His ears turn red whenever you touch him, no matter how innocent the touch and he will get flustered if you ever decide to tease him about it.

Zhongli:

Giving: Gift Giving, Quality Time

- For a broke bitch, he sure loves to spoil you. Will always bring you to upscale restaurants to try the most expensive dishes or take you out to the stalls to look at exquisite jewelry.

"Which one should I get?"

"Why not both?"

"And who is going to pay for that?"

"That... I did not consider."

- Likes to be around you whenever he can. He's not the busiest person now that he's basically given up the job he had for so long (spoilers???) so he has more time to spend with you.

-If you don't mind, he likes to just be around you throughout the day as you do your own thing, just enjoying being in your company.

Receiving: Quality Time

-The dude has been alive for so long, he just wants to spend some of that time with someone else.

-His favorite thing is just to wander around Liyue Harbor with you, pointing out historical landmarks or just rambling around the history of the land. Loves it when you ask him questions about things or just generally express interest in the things he is talking about.

"That section of the harbor actually used to be a theater."

"Like for plays?"

"Yes actually. However, it was demolished as a sign of the end of the cultural revolution as the city turned to trade as its primary focus."

"Oh yeah you were telling me about that yesterday!" You remark excitedly, gaze drifting around as though you are attempting to imagine the world Zhongli describes. But he is only looking at you, a warm smile spreading slowly over his face.

There is no shortage of people in Liyue Harbor to listen to his stories but only your commit them to memory almost immediately, constantly asking him questions and wanting to learn more about his world. And just for that, he thinks he may fall even deeper in love with you.

note: let me know if you guys like this and i'll do a part two with some of the characters i missed!

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

[five-rivers]

@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks came up with this op!Danny/Marvel AU!

BTW I need help naming this newest proof that I can't keep anything to a short little one-shot.

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Loki was not, and never had been, a good man. For that matter, whether or not he’d ever been a good boy was debatable. His mother would argue that he had, but she would very likely be the only one. Well, except for Thor, perhaps, but that was because he was an idiot who could drown in three inches of nostalgia. Like he didn’t remember every time Loki had humiliated him. Maybe he didn’t, for all that he kept falling for the same trick over and over again.

It made Loki’s late nights studying the arts of illusion, misdirection, and lying seem redundant. Almost. Not everyone was as dense as his big brother.

No. Loki had never been a good man. He had, however, been a free man.

Free to run or hide. Free to explore the nooks and crannies of Asgard, to uncover her secrets in ways few cared to do. Free to walk hidden paths between the Nine Realms and even farther flung territories, where his people did not and had never ruled, to play games, make deals, have adventures, take risks. To be. To exist as his own creature.

He had been free. He had.

But on one of those little secret excursions, he had discovered something that had made even his flippant, slippery heart clench with fear. A ravening plague, spreading across the stars. The death of half of everything on the horizon.

Loki was not a good man. What cause did he have to care for all the sundry others in the universe? There were too many. It was too much to ask.

But Asgard—His home, even though the had long ago realized the blood in his veins originated on very different soil. That was different.

Asgard, he could help. Asgard could survive.

But it had to be strong. It had to have strong allies. None of this barely-held peace, this enemy eternally at their gates. It needed strong leadership. Not his brother’s simplistic view and longing for the glory of war.

Loki was not a good man. But he was one who could get things done.

Before he knew it, he had burned all his bridges behind him. In one case, a literal bridge that was literally broken.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell right into the hands of the one he had feared enough to do this. Broken enough for poison to drip into the cracks. No one knew where he was, no one could know where he was, except, perhaps, Heimdal, and Loki sincerely doubted Heimdal cared. No one was coming for him. No one was looking for him. No rescue was forthcoming.

He was alone.

Asgardians were considered gods for a reason. Their bodies and minds were much more resilient than the average mortal’s. But Thanos’s people had been titans, and there was a reason for that, too.

Thanos enjoyed breaking him.

And Loki turned his lies on himself. A skilled master of games always had one gifted opponent, even alone. Hadn’t he wanted to rule? To command? To see a world, any world, prostrate at his feet? To be given the recognition and praise of which he was so worth?

To pull something, anything, out of the fire?

(If he had spent less time learning how to spin lies and more on how to see the truth, he might not have believed it. A better, wiser, man would have. But Loki was not a good man. And he was very skilled in his craft.)

So, his new master put a weapon in his hands, and he went off to conquer a world.

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Danny was used to rude awakenings. He was used to those rude awakenings being full body chills and ghosts, not someone knocking on his door.

Blearily, he pulled himself out from under the blankets. Quasi-military government facility or not, the beds were comfortable. Maybe Mom or Dad had gotten themselves locked out of their room? Or Jazz—No, not Jazz, she hadn’t come with them. She was at college, not being flown places by Mom and Dad’s suspiciously generous new consulting job.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

He stood on tiptoe (curse his perpetually short body) to peer out the peephole. His parents’ buff, one-eyed, and incredibly imposing new boss stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, slightly sweeping back his long dark coat. If Danny listened carefully, he could hear two other people near the door, and… was that an alarm? Yes. Faint, but present, was a warning klaxon.

Okay. Danny would bet his right arm that something had gone horribly wrong with whatever his parents were consulting on. Didn’t explain why the boss was in front of his door.

Unless they’d gotten the rooms mixed up, somehow?

Ugh. Danny wasn’t paid enough to deal with this.

He opened the door. “What-?”

“Phantom,” intoned eyepatch guy with great solemnity.

Danny immediately tried to close the door. The guy stuck his foot in the jamb, and, sure, Danny could have crushed it, but that would be a jerk move. He didn’t think this guy was going for a pirate look, after all.

“We need your help.”

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“I’m not sure what you think I can help you with,” yelled Danny over the beating of the helicopter blades. He’d remained stubbornly in human form. “My parents are the scientists. This sounds like a science thing. Not a punching-people thing.”

“We spoke to them earlier,” said Fury, “and we have plenty of scientists working on the theories they brought up. You’re the one with practical experience.”

“Practical experience in what?”

“Interdimensional portals,” said the woman, who had yet to introduce herself.

As if this whole thing wasn’t already giving him a bad feeling. “My parents built an interdimensional portal. Again, you should be talking to them. They’re the ones you’re paying.”

“We could pay you, too,” said Fury, “but we assumed you would want to avoid letting your parents know about this, as you’re still a minor and they have control of your bank accounts.”

Danny stared flatly. “This is blackmail.”

“We aren’t threatening you,” pointed out the woman.

“Emotional blackmail,” said Danny, glaring, daring her to challenge him on whether or not he actually knew what blackmail was.

In the meantime, the helicopter landed. Danny unbuckled and hopped out, trailing slightly awkwardly behind Fury and the woman. He didn’t want to stand out, but he suspected that, being the only kid here and being in the general vicinity of Fury, who radiated authority, that was a lost cause.

“This is Agent Coulson. Coulson, this is Phantom.”

Danny’s mouth went dry(er) at how casual the introduction was. His eyes went nervously to all the other people running around the field. With all the noise, it was unlikely anyone had heard, but still…

“Can you not? Secret identity and all? Unless you’ve told everyone herealready, which, rude.”

Fury sighed. “How bad is it?” he asked Coulson.

“We’re not sure,” said Coulson. “That’s the problem. Big fan of your work, by the way,” he added as an aside to Danny. He glanced at the woman. “Agent Hill.”

“Background?” asked Fury as he led the way into the building.

“The first energy surge was four hours ago. Dr. Selvig’s equipment picked it up – He’s the head scientist on this project.”

“Dr. Selvig isn’t authorized to test,” said Fury. “We wanted to run his plans by the Fentons.”

“He wasn’t testing. He wasn’t even in the room. He called it ‘spontaneous advancement.’”

“It turned itself on?”

“What are the energy levels?” asked Fury before Hill’s question could be answered.

“Climbing,” said Coulson.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Fury, “any comments?”

“Look, I don’t even know what this thing that you built looks like or what it’s a door to.” Danny frowned as a thought occurred to him. “You’re not expecting me to fight whatever comes out of it, are you? Because, unless you’ve got a ghost portal down there, I can’t make guarantees.”

“It’s called the Tesseract,” said Coulson. “It’s supposed to be a connection to the other side of space. A source of unlimited energy. At least,” there was a note of humor in his voice despite the evacuation taking place around them, “that’s what the scientists say.”

“A door to space?” asked Danny, firmly shoving down his excitement at the prospect. “Like, a Stargate?” It was no good, he could practically feel himself sparkling. He took a firm grip of his core and reminded himself he might need to fight before the end of the day.

“Well, no,” said Coulson. “It’s this little… cube… thing.” He made a shape with his hands.

“Oh,” said Danny, mind still whirring. “You know, if it’s really a tesseract, it isn’t a cube in just three dimensions, so bigger things could come out of it than you’d think.” He’d seen some weird portals in the Ghost Zone.

“Well, right now, we’re just getting energy.” They entered a large room with an extremely sci-fi setup. It looked like they were planning to shoot some kind of laser across the room onto a platform surrounded by strange-looking panels. There were men with guns scattered around in what was probably a well thought out formation Danny couldn’t see. There was also a dude with a bow sitting up in the rafters. He frowned down at Danny as he noticed Danny noticing him.

“Dr. Selvig!”

“Director!”

“What do we know?”

Danny allowed himself to be distracted by the centerpiece of the room, a piece of machinery built around what was indeed a little cube thing. He tilted his head and approached, trying to get a better view of it around the people in lab coats and protective gear currently swarming it. He caught mention of radiation a grimaced.

It was unlikely to kill him, but, really, everyone here should probably be wearing more PPE. You never knew what was going to come out of an interdimensional portal, after all. Except trouble. Trouble was a pretty safe bet.

It was pretty. Blue. Reminded him a little of a blue raspberry ice pop. Part of him wanted to lick it. Which was stupid. He didn’t want to wind up half what-ever-lived-on-the-other-side on top of his regular ghost nonsense.

“Mr. Fenton?”

Danny jumped and turned, refocusing on the adults, who had multiplied while he’d been daydreaming. The guy with the bow had joined them.

“Mr. Fenton? Like the Doctors Fenton I spoke to earlier?” asked Selvig.

“Yeah, it’s—”

This, of course, was when everything decided to explode. Sort of.

The blue cube shot out a beam of energy that had more than a little in common with the Fenton Bazooka’s portal setting. The beam terminated on the platform, a portal rapidly forming.

Danny slid into a fighting stance, and barely even noticed as blue energy washed over the room, throwing many less-prepared people back.

Something shaped like a man stepped through the portal.

Danny did not break his stance. Still. “An alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. If they were friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space. If they weren’t friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space after Danny beat them up.

(Danny did not go ghost. Did not even think about going ghost. There were too many people here, and the space was too open.)

Fury attempted to negotiate. Danny approved. Not everything that came through an interdimensional portal was necessarily evil.

Except this guy apparently was. Go figure. He could also deflect bullets and was very good with throwing knives, which led to Danny having to pull several of the gun guys out of their own line of fire as well as the alien’s line of knife. Who would have thought an alien’s weapon of choice would be throwing knives? The energy-blasting spear was much more in line with his expectations.

The bow guy proved to be more competent than the gun guys. This didn’t really surprise Danny. Bow guy sort of had to be competent. Otherwise, no way would they let him go around with a bow. Like, seriously. A bow.

Even so, bow guy was fighting an alien and—

“You have heart,” said the alien, raising the spear.

Danny pushed bow guy out of the way, and his mind fuzzed out.

(The human part of it, anyway.)

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Loki didn’t know what a child was doing here, and he didn’t particularly care. The boy would do for a hostage, at least. He had a mission he had to fulfil, or else…

Or else.

“Please don’t,” he said turning with a shadow of his usual lazy affect, vaguely insulted that the human thought he could be sneaker that him, “I still need that.”

The human went on and on, apparently burdened with the delusion that he was on the same level as Loki.

Loki was burdened with other things. A glorious purpose. Glad tidings. Freedom. What could be better than freedom?

“A world free from what?” asked the human.

“From freedom,” said Loki, and wasn’t that what he believed, now? Wasn’t that what he’d been shown? “Freedom is life’s great lie.” He would know. He was an excellent liar. “Once you accept that, in your heart—” He batted away an arrow and tsked. “Shield me, boy,” he demanded. Had Thanos misrepresented the scepter’s powers? Or was the boy merely—

A dome of green surrounded him and the boy, thrumming with magic the likes of which he had only seen once, in a tome thrice forbidden.

“Oh,” said Loki, almost purring. “You are interesting. What are you?”

“Half human, half ghost,” replied the boy, tersely.

Loki had never heard of such a creature. No matter. He’d be sure to make good use of him.

“Grab the scientist,” he said, nodding at the balding man who had been with his brother when he’d fought the Destroyer in the desert.

Loki wanted the archer. He seemed interesting. Useful.

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Fenton was under thrall. Phantom knew what that felt like. A hundred feet under red water, trying not to drown, whispers everywhere. Pulling. Pushing. Prodding.

This was different, but the principle was the same.

Neither half of him could truly ‘fight’ the other. Fenton and Phantom were a single entity. Not two in lockstep. Even so.

Fenton grabbed onto Dr. Selvig, as ordered. Phantom made sure that was all they did.

“What are you doing, boy?” snapped Loki. “Follow me! Bring the scientist.”

And so, they followed.

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Loki breathed. Acquiring Barton had been the right choice. The boy was powerful, but, perhaps because of his unique biology, did not have Barton’s presence of mind, and couldn’t have led him to such wonderful allies.

Allies.

These weren’t truly his allies. Nor were they subjects. They were…

Loki forced himself to breathe. He just had to follow the mission. Follow the mission, let Thanos’s army through. He’d been promised this world. He would have this world.

And then he could be… His mind stuttered over the next word, and he shook his head, trying to drive out the painful buzz of Thanos’s herald and mouthpiece trying to contact him.

He looked up at the drones bustling around, all according to his will. Except the boy, who stared at him, somehow managing to be both utterly blank and challenging at the same time.

He was alone, here.

He was alone.

But what did it matter? Bad men always wound up alone, and Loki… Loki could never be a good man.

[jiminrings]

petition for stem koo to do all the things for oc he originally said no one does (make her lunchboxes, makes her cheerful...) bc i think that’s a beautiful redemption arc

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook's day one of his redemption agenda doesn't go that well in the end

"namjoon!!! my man. got any updates for me?"

seokjin strolls coolly on the way to his office, hair slicked back and his dress shirt definitely missing more than a few buttons

what's head admin gonna do??? dress-code him???

fire him???? PLS HE'D BE BETTER OFF!!!!

jin makes student affairs his bitch,,, not the other way around

"for the last time, i am nOt your secretary!!" namjoon stresses as he ceases his typing just to glare at him

he's the university registrar and everyone needs to go through him and at this point he's like a historical landmark from how he's made impact in less than two years

and he and seokjin graduated from the same batch!!!! they're the uncanny always pair for the subjects they shared together

it was definitely weird but functional lol cause one is uptight yet hardworking and the other's relaxed yet smart

sue them for working in the same place they swore they'd never go back to after graduation </3

"if you say-"

"some kid's been waiting for you even before i opened the office. made him sit inside but i just told him that he'd be expelled if he even tries to touch your coffee machine."

namjoon says even before jin could finish the sentence, clearly holding that in until the last minute

jin's obviously a lil annoyed because he's starting work as early as now but the way that joon laid all that out on him is a highlight for him

"thanks. knew you're a secretary for me first and a registrar second."

"no. i'm a national citizen before-"

alright alright he's not listening anymore

this bETTER be important because jin has to hold out his morning routine for whoever this kid is

"what can i possibly do for you today?" he rubs his eyes in preparation, intentionally dragging his steps because just looking at how near he is to his work computer gives him vertigo

"mr. kim!!!"

no

there is no way

there is no fATHOMABLE way that this has got to be happening to seokjin right now

"..... jungkook. what a pleasure."

he sits on his chair, voice gritted and monotone and he could just feel his eye twitching, his clenched fist under his deck now flipping off the kid in secret

it's a last-minute realization that he grasps that jungkook doesn't know you're his friend and it presents some really unique vantage points

like the time that seokjin recounted about a ridiculous student's filing for theft of his lunchboxes and he turned out to be your crush

or when he used his student affairs capabilities and pulled up resources left and right when jungkook broke your heart then seriously contemplated about messing up his academic record

or that time when he delivered a high and sleepy you to bed and then heard the entire conversation (if you could even call it that) between yoongi and this fucking nerd

"i need your help, mr. kim. you're the closest one to me i could ask!!" jungkook pleads desperately, the big doe eyes not really inducing an effect on him whatsoever lmao

"mhmm. i may not be the person for the job. counseling is right next door."

jin hums without even attempting to get jungkook to elaborate because for all he knows, his services aren't exactly open for people who hurt his friends >:(

(a guy once bumped shoulders with yoongi twice on the same day with aTTITUDE!!! and seokjin just dismissed the dude's concerns when a prof of his, who's a buddy of jin's, suddenly gave him an F)

seokjin IS student affairs

“no, no. you’re the only one who can help me!! you see, i-i just feel this brotherly connection with you and-“

“we talked once.”

god what did you used to see in this kid??

a crybaby aND an easily-attached personality to him? god it’s like jungkook’s just asking jin to pick on him

jungkook doesn’t seem to pick up how jin’s making it obvious he really doesn’t want to be of help if it has something to do with him

he likes interrupting and jin’s just the perfect match to interrupt him even earlier so now they just sound like one of those dubsmash snippets

“MR. KIM!!! how do you make lunchboxes? i don't know how.”

jeez where are his manners :O aren’t nerds like him supposed to worship the ground that admins walk on,,,

but what did pique his attention is the content of what jungkook just said

.... lunchboxes?

jin doesn’t want to give the kid benefit of the doubt because the last time he did that, you got hurt!!!!

if he has to hear hyeji’s name one more time, he’d really waste no time in stripping jungkook’s name from the honor roll

“remember that time i thought someone was stealing my lunchboxes?” he quizzes jin like it’s his job, clueless how he’s poking the bear even more with where he decides to go with this, “yeah. turns out no one was.”

was that not made clear the first time around!!!!!! he knows for a fact that a uni student would trade a classmate for a pack of gum but nO ONE would go for stealing a lunchbox

no one wakes up one day and decides that they’d steal a lunchbox. literally none

“but then this random girl claimed that it was hers a-and well i-...”

kook pauses to gauge jin’s reaction, clearly seeing now the one brow that’s raised at him

oh so if jungkook just asked him how to make a lunchbox, and he called h-word random,,,, then that would mean-

“i may have hurt the original giver of my lunchboxes at the process.”

.... that means he’s asking how to make a lunchbox for you

well that was a pleasant surprise

seokjin snorts briefly at that, dryly chuckling with his eyes widening to stress out his “non-threat” that’s pretty mUCH a threat

“wow. i might just give you a sanction for that.”

does he think jungkook’s a good person? lol he has to think about that for a month

was he wrong for hurting you that way? ultimately yes

but did he think at some point that jungkook’s completely heartless and wouldn’t try to redeem himself to his senior? no, not completely

but is he still on your team, regardless if the kid begs for mercy and you forgive him? yea a hundred percent :D yoongi and seokjin could never be brought out from your circle

"and you're doing this why?"

this is a no-brainer question for jungkook but the question still spooks him, feeling the chills at his neck that responding to seokjin is like a sTEPPING STONE when it comes to you

lmao if only he knew

"i uh, i just really wanna make this right. i messed up completely and it's pretty much unforgivable, but i atleast wanna try and give my best even if she doesn't forgive me, y'know?"

interesting

"mhmm. right, right."

???

he's still mad but he appreciates that jeon's doing the bare minimum of redeeming himself

speaking of, the poor kid looks like he's pissing himself because he may have just embarrassed himself with how long the silence stretches out

maybe,,, just maybe jin's gonna try and be a bridge this time

but like as soon as jungkook lacks for a fourth of a second, seokjin would BURN that bridge faster than a blink

"well first of all, you buy a lunchbox."

RIGHT RIGHT

:O

jungkook grabs a literal pocket notebook and jin pretends he didn't see that because WHO the hell does that!!!!

"of course... okay, proceed!! i'm taking notes," jungkook nods in understanding, jotting down the very important advice of not ordering from online because you can't smell the material through a screen

p.s. smelling containers before you buy them is a VITAL thing to do!! it already tells you about the quality at the first sniff

"are you buying one?"

"buying one for every day of the week. i'm thinking if i should get extras too-

"good idea. i recommend buying eight."

alright seokjin's mentioning some very specific colors and schemes and jungkook's not complaining!!!

MAYBE HE'S ONTO SOMETHING!!!

"what meals should i make? i don't even know what she likes!! and even if i knew what, how would i make it?"

why is his heart racing

yoongi may have taught you how to do your taxes but jin taught you how to cook food that's more than four steps!!!

he taught you how to not flinch at all when you're frying and that's the equivalent of raising you to be the woman that you are now <3

look at him and yoongi being your best friends!! teaching you about taxes and being unnerved at cooking oil and busting out a smoke ring or two <3

in fact, the lunches you've cooked for jungkook are all inspired and derived by seokjin!!!

the fact that jungkook's plan isn't bad and the way everything pieces together with his insight,,,, goosebumps luv

"....hypothetically? what i think she'd like?"

jungkook eagerly nods with stars in his eyes, fingers gripping onto his pen for dear life as he tries to channel all his listening techniques into this lecture

"get a bigger notepad."

:O

wow

"look at you!!" yoongi gushes the moment he sees you, waiting at you from the front door

you're going back to your classes again :D

you don't look as worse as you did four days ago!! you're not as sluggish and as animated too

"please don't," you snort as yoongi doesn't seem to stop looking at you like you've saved the world, giving no fight when he insists on carrying your backpack to your first class of the day

the past four days,, yeah they were undoubtedly rough

you slept as much as you could and for the moments you weren't dejected enough to be awake, you spent it surrounding yourself with seokjin and yoongi as much as possible

that's the beauty of hanging out them!!! you're not required to have a single thought lmao

except for the time when yoongi wondered aloud how eels even live and die (or if they even do???) in the first place and that sent everyone in a spiral and you didn't think of jungkook for a single seconds

you're not intimidated to go back to regular programming or with the fact that it's nOT unlikely you'd see a glimpse of jungkook in the hall and such

but that does mean that even if you're the bigger person, you're still gonna avoid him for as long as you could

speaking of!!!! you're looking for the person now that you're eager to find

"taehyung!!"

there he is :D you'd recognize that fluffy mop of permed hair anywhere

"y/n!!"

tae jumps over chairs in excitement to finally see you again after being so worried for you, engulfing you in a hug immediately

alright you see why yoongi thinks he's a golden retriever

you're clearly not a touchy-feely person but you'd let this one pass,, tae helped you (even indirectly) throughout your downtime anyways

"thank you so much for the cookies. i tried taking smaller bites just because i didn't wanna have them disappear that easy," you confess sheepishly, knowing how you had to pull the i just got my heart broken like two days ago multiple times so the two menaces would stop stealing from your stash

:D

jungkook's excited!!!! seokjin may have given him a tip that "he felt it in his gut" that you were gonna go to class today

he came a little late because he wanted to perfect the very loaded lunchbox that's in his backpack right now

oh weird

you're not in your usual chair

bUT jungkook sees a glimpse of your hair and he's certain that you're there and his heart may be beating out of his ribcage

a baby peach lunchbox with a sticker (of what seokjin said he thought you'd like) on the middle of the lid :D

pork katsudon with furikake rice aND coffee jelly pudding on the side!!! it was definitely pressure-racking to strictly adhere to jin's recipe but god does it look worth it

jungkook's only did miniature taste tests on it and he had to stop himself from devouring the lunch that he's made specifically for you

the lunchbox itself is tied neatly with a silk wrap, adding his touch of sewing your name visibly on it aND there's a scribble taped to the lid too

god jungkook really can't wait to make it up to you

sheesh that was one of THEE longest lectures you've ever felt you had

it was actually the same amount of time it's always been but maybe you've been out of practice from just staying at your dorm for days

tae's great company but he could be a little bit chatty!!! you just nod when you feel his voice go up and he apparently gets excited by that easily

.... he apparently also has a small bladder and he told you that within the whole hour of class

"hold on. i gotta pee before next period. go without me!!!' taehyung hurriedly slings his backpack to his arm, looking ridiculous in a rush

tae's sometimes unintentionally funny because you don't even share next period anyways

you're on your way to the exit when a shiny scarf catches the corner of your eye, having to squint at it because wow does it look pretty

is that-

is that your nAME???

you pick it up before you could even rationalize it, realizing then what it was wrapping when you feel the warmth on your hands

:")

"sorry i forgot my headband!!!"

taehyung stumbles back into the room, catching his breath to run back to his seat and fetch the headband he took from his hair to play with awhile ago

he looks shocked to see what's on your hands, flicking his gaze between you and the item but he doesn't think much of it

wOW that's a really shiny scarf!!!

"tae?"

"hmm yeah? what's up?"

he's about to jog back to the comfort room because he hasn't really relieved himself yet, not bearing to leave his headband in the room when anyone could snatch it up

you raise your lunchbox, a thankful gaze on your eyes that looks so close to crying which is why tae's mORE than lost now

"thanks for the lunch."

..

.....

jungkook could only helplessly watch.