#Just plz don’t go responding “this doesn’t make sense” of whatever

[cryoverlife]

I have fully watched season 7 of The Dragon Prince and uh, I know it’s far fetched and like a bit too soon but was anyone and I mean ANYONE else getting Terry/Corvus/Soren vibes in those last two episodes? Cause like that’s what me and my friend were getting

THEY WERE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER TOO MUCH!!!! And like they be all supportive of each other and I know it can be platonic but like it’s also super cute and like way healthier than Claudia and Terry at this point.

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

[cheemerthelizard]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Jotaro x reader? Maybe they aren’t together bc Jotaro hasn’t confessed his feelings yet BUT our boy Star Platinum is always quick to show affection (mainly hugging and spinning the reader around), and reader loves it. Thank you!

(Similar ask to this one) I need a Star Platinum picking up Reader off the ground and spinning her around excitedly all the time and Joot being embarrassed bc he is too shy to show affection like that but you know what, the soul-extension doesn’t lie. Reader always loves Star’s attention and hugs him back and smiles every time. Plz and thank you, ya girl is v sad at the moment and wants some comfort.

This was really fun to write and I kind of got carried away because I kind of wrote two different drafts that took a different turn tell me if you want to see the other versions of this I made. Enjoy!

“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” Jotaro said to Star Platinum. “I can’t believe you’ve made me resort to this. Well, if it’s what’ll get you back in check, then I’ll do it.”

Standing at the doorway, Jotaro let out one last groan before he opened it.

“Avdol,” Jotaro confronted the older man, who was sitting down on his bed. “I have a question.”

“I can’t guarantee an answer, but I will try,” Avdol replied.

Jotaro nodded, and did his best to recall the memory. “I think it was eight days ago now, when we were fighting what’s-his-face. I had summoned Star Platinum to fight this guy off, but right before (Y/N) was about to be attacked, he leaped away, without my say so, and blocked the attack for her, heavily injuring me in the process. Ever since then, Star has been going out of his way to care for (Y/N), even when she’s perfectly fine, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. He even insisted we two share a room. What can I do to regain control of my Stand?”

Avdol let out a little giggle, then answered the young man’s question. “There’s no need to regain control of it, Jotaro.”

“What do you mean? Did you not just listen to what I said?”

“I listened to every word you said,” Avdol responded. “The question is never ‘how do I regain control?’ The question is always, ‘what is my Stand trying to tell me?’”

“That makes no sense at all,” Jotaro grumbled.

“You already know that the Stand is a manifestation of one’s mental energy,” Avdol said, “which means that whatever Star Platinum is doing is what your heart wants to do. And if he’s giving extra special attention to (Y/N)...”

Jotaro thought about what he meant for a little while, then the lightbulb clicked. “You’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, are you?”

“Jotaro Kujo,” Avdol chuckled, “I think you might be in love.”

As Jotaro walked back to his and (Y/N)’s shared room, he groaned into his shirt. “How did I not realize this?” he asked himself. “How am I going to deal with it? I can’t just… tell her, can I? No way. I can’t just tell her the day I figure out I’m in love. I’m in love! How did this happen? When did it happen? And why (Y/N), of all people? Why a Stand user, who can see my literal mental energy swooning over her?”

Once he got to his doorway, he took a deep breath in and out. Hide the feelings, that’s all he needed to do.

“Hey, there you are!” (Y/N) said happily as soon as he opened the door.

Nevermind. Hiding the feelings were completely out of the question.

“Hey, Star!” she greeted as the Stand picked her up and spun her around, then held her close to his body. Jotaro hadn’t even noticed that he’d emerged. “He’s extra affectionate today.”

“I gave up on trying to stop him,” Jotaro shrugged. “Whatever. So long as I don’t lose my life.” He knew part of that was a lie, since he was fully controlling Star Platinum, but he wasn’t ready to confess his feelings to (Y/N) quite yet. Plus, seeing that precious smile of hers made him almost lose it.

“I like it,” (Y/N) giggled while Star played with her hair. “I really like it.”

Maybe Jotaro wasn’t ready, yet. Maybe he still needed to muster up some courage before he could tell (Y/N) how he truly feels. But for now, this was a good way to show her he cared.

[shijiujun]

“you know you’re singing to your headphones out loud, right” au for moshang plz sqh singing modern songs that mbj doesn't know and being hella confused 🥺

Featuring karaoke-loving Shang Qinghua who gets a bit too drunk at a Cang Qiong mountain gathering, and he goes all out. 

Or when Mobei Jun wonders why Shang Qinghua is singing about another man called Liang Shan Bo.

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Sometimes, he thinks about his old life before he ever had the misfortune of landing in a world of his own creation, with an annoying gaming AI system of sorts hounding his every move (in the beginning) or turning up at the most inopportune times just when he thinks it’s finally gone and left him alone (more recently). 

Shang Qinghua remembers not having many friends when he was still Shang Qinghua, when ‘向天打飞机 Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’ was still merely his writing Weibo account moniker and when he had millions of people looking up to him for his crucial contributions in writing this amazing story about his son Luo Binghe and the way he overcame all odds to become a success with a harem of gorgeous women at his feet (damn you, Peerless Cucumber bro!).

Back in those days, he lived off cup noodles and instant coffee. If he didn’t have to leave the house, Shang Qinghua would simply curl up in front of his laptop, either writing for his novel or watching shows (clears his throat) - actual shows! Chinese period dramas were his favourite, where a skilled and intelligent consort in the harem would outwit all the other women to be with her one true love, the Emperor, who falls irrevocably in love with her.

And when he got bored, he switched from the laptop to his television to engage in his second most favourite hobby - Chinese karaoke. Going out to a karaoke bar would require some level of socializing, and also a few friends so he gets more bang out of his buck from what he pays for the room, but at home? 

With advanced technology and a tiny ass microphone in either shining gold or silver, Shang Qinghua’s home entertainment system was his very own personal karaoke room, His tiny mic even had that echo-y effect on.

Shang Qinghua has a thing for classic Chinese songs - ‘The New Butterfly Dream’, ‘Liang Shan Bo and Juliet’, The Moon Represents My Heart‘ - and contemporary karaoke must-haves, like Wang Fei. For an embarrassing few days, the Chinese version of Baby Shark was a veritable earworm as well.

After transmigrating into his own story set in ancient times, where he lives without technology, Shang Qinghua would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the Internet. Laptops would be incredibly handy, and so would switches for lights, definitely indoor plumbing for toilets, and induction stoves. Phones too, that would be nice, rather than having to ‘send word’ with letters. 

Of course, there is no karaoke bar or machine for him.

Not all is bad though. At least he transmigrated to Shang Qinghua in this world as a baby, so it’s not as if he was surviving on Internet and technology one day and left to do everything manually the next day since someone was always taking care of him. Peerless Cucumber bro, of course, wasn’t as lucky, but the man has definitely taken to this world (and his son!!) like a fish to water.

And as for himself, Shang Qinghua does not need to envy Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe either, because somehow, he has gotten the man of his dreams too, even if said man was a little cruel and rude to him in the beginning.

He has the love of his life (coughs coughs) and they’re stuck in this world for the rest of his life. What more is there to want? Not to mention how his cup of instant noodles betrayed him at the last moment, resulting in his death! It is slightly safer, ironically, to be in this world instead.

All is good except... well...

===

Shen Qingqiu marvels at the sight before him, torn between wanting to step in to stop Shang Qinghua, or watch this farce unfold. 

He sometimes forgets where he, or where Shang Qinghua, who has been in this world longer than he, came from. They don’t always talk about the past when they meet, and aside from the occasional meetups, Shen Yuan is a part of him that doesn’t surface, not when he is with Luo Binghe. 

Shang Qinghua, on the other hand, grew up here, and aside from referring to Shen Qingqiu by his Weibo account name, he seems otherwise well-adjusted, no hint of modern online writer Shang Qinghua in sight. It doesn’t feel as if he misses their original world either.

This evening, however, memories of modern times slap him in the face, quite literally.

“Shizun!” Luo Binghe calls, frantic, tugging him back into his embrace out of Shang Qinghua’s way. Once Shen Qingqiu is safe in his arms, his eyes narrow at the bumbling, drunk idiot causing a scene in the dinner hall, “Shang Qinghua...”

Shang Qinghua stops where he is, and then before any one can stop him, he picks up a pair of chopsticks, brings it to his mouth, and begins bellowing his way through-

-Jay Chou’s Hair Like Snow.

“Shizun, are you alright?” Luo Binghe fusses, his hands coming up to cup Shen Qingqiu’s face when his Shizun doesn’t so much as respond to him. “Were you hurt? Did he hurt you? How’re you feeling? We’ll go back home now-”

“What is he singing?” Qi Qingqi frowns in disgust.

They all wince when Shang Qinghua attempts to hit a high note, but fails miserably.

Fuck me, Shen Qingqiu thinks, his eyes impossibly wide, who knew Airplane bro was such a karaoke fanatic?

“... maybe he is possessed by a malevolent spirit? Or perhaps this is an unidentified curse?” asks Ming Fan. 

“Or is this some new form of cultivation?” asks Ning Yingying, curious.

Yue Qingyuan, seated at the front of the dining hall, cannot help but be concerned for him as well. “Shall we call Mu-shidi to take a look at him-”

They’ve gathered for their annual meeting - a condition that Yue Qingyuan has set in place a few years ago after Luo Binghe ‘stole’ (married!) him away from Cang Qiong Peak - and although Shang Qinghua said he didn’t mind that Mobei Jun was unable to accompany him today, he spent most of the dinner drinking alcohol while in a melancholic state instead.

Who knew that Shang Qinghua was a singing drunk?!

Hence their current predicament.

At the Sect Master’s words, Shang Qinghua suddenly turns around and looks at Shen Qingqiu. HIccuping twice, he then beams, “Cucumber-”

Shen Qingqiu has never moved that fast in his life. Within a fraction of a second, he has his hand pressed over Shang Qinghua’s mouth, holding onto him from the back.

“Cucumber?” everyone choruses in confusion.

“I believe your Shang-shishu has had a little too much to drink,” Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, nodding at everyone else. “We should... send him back to Mobei. Isn’t that right, Binghe?”

His disciple, his husband, still has on an affronted, murderous look for how Shang Qinghua almost brained Shen Qingqiu with his flailing arms in his drunken fit. The moment Shen Qingqiu asks, however, his expression morphs into something so soft and full of love that everyone who sees it chokes.

“Of course,” Luo Binghe smiles, devotion apparent in his eyes. “Anything Shizun wants.”

===

The words that are tumbling out of Shang Qinghua’s mouth are entirely incomprehensible, and so are the tunes he’s humming into his ear.

Mobei Jun thought he had gotten used to Shang Qinghua’s eccentric mannerisms, and also thought he knew everything about his husband, so many years later. Shang Qinghua is mumbling Chinese alright, but none of the characters put together make any sense.

Who is Liang Shan Bo? And who the hell is Juliet?!

His mood taking a turn for the worse, Mobei Jun hoists Shang Qinghua up further on his back.

After getting so drunk, the idiot had the gall to demand for a piggy-back from the throne room to their bedroom. Mobei Jun has never once suffered such indignity in his years of living. A bridal carry? Of course, anytime. A piggy-back? As if he was some beast to be tamed? 

Well this definitely has to be a first.

While he was stewing in his thoughts, Shang Qinghua switches from that song to another one, and a stream of ‘du du du lu du lu’ emerges from his lips... AND something about... a sha yu? What the hell is that?!

Shang Qinghua lazily lifts his right hand as they approach their room, balls it into a fist and puts it to his mouth, as if he’s holding something, and whatever monstrosity Shang Qinghua is singing, his voice gets even louder.

Mobei Jun tosses Shang Qinghua off his back unceremoniously and onto the soft bed. Interrupted, Shang Qinghua blinks, his vision blurry, and is about to catch his breath and start singing again when his husband climbs in after him. Trapping Shang Qinghua with his entire weight, Mobei Jun seals his lips with a kiss.

“... My king...” Shang Qinghua murmurs in a daze, when Mobei Jun pulls back a few minutes later, his breaths coming out as short, harsh pants. “My king...”

“That’s right,” he says with a glower. “I’m your Da Wang, your husband.”

Mobei Jun doesn’t know who Liang Shan Bo is, but he’s going to make sure no other man’s name ever leaves Shang Qinghua’s lips again when they’re together.

And when his husband finally sobers up, he’s going to have a lot to answer for.

---

Songs Mentioned (YouTube Links in Comments):

The New Butterfly Dream 新鸳鸯蝴蝶梦 － A Chinese classic, sung by Huang An but done beautifully by legendary god of singing Fei Yu Qing and singing partner for the song A Yun Ga

Liang Shan Bo and Juliet 梁山伯与朱丽叶 － A Taiwanese contemporary classic of sorts by Genie Zhuo, most Chinese millennials would definitely have sang this at a karaoke once in their lives - Song is inspired by Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai, the Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet to some extent - They both die in the end and become butterflies, so they’re also called the Butterfly Lovers.

The Moon Represents My Heart 月亮代表我的心 － ANOTHER CLASSIC CLASSIC!!!

Baby Shark (Chi. Ver) － ˆThe baby shark hype did move to China, and it’s pretty hilarious LMAO and in Chinese, shark is 鲨鱼 (sha yu) but I’m assuming that in this world, there isn’t a shark kind of animal of sorts? So Mobei Jun and everyone else except SQQ wouldn’t know what a shark is or looks like?!

Hair Like Snow 发如雪 － By Jay Chou, another classic that all Chinese millennials would have sang in a karaoke bar 

Wang Fei 王妃 － Jam Hsiao’s version is known best, and it’s pretty epic, not that anyone can reach any of the high notes in the chorus, but does that stop us from trying?!! Hell no!!!

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Notes: My first Moshang?!! That didn’t really have a lot of Moshang time?! But thanks anon, hope this sort of works?!

[sorryimanon]

A Bit Stir Crazy: Pt 1

Summary: You’re bit of a hot head, so is Bakugou. So what happens when the two of you have to quarantine together for 30 days?

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, sexual tension, inevitable smut, slow burn.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

Spring finally makes it way to the city of Musutafu, which also means spring break is about to commence. There was only two days left of school before the students endure a week break of relaxation and the possibility of illegal drinking. However, the sudden outbreak of a deadly virus isolates you and your best friend of five years , Katsuki Bakugou, to quarantine together. Tensions are high, and so are both of your sex drive.

<<<

It was your second semester here at Hero University, and so far everything was smooth sailing. You’ve been on top of each of your classes, and most of your classmates are pretty much family by now. Of course, no one can replace Kirishima and Katsuki. Those two have been in your life since the second you stepped into Aziwa’s classroom. 5 years of friendship gave them the role of being your protective brothers. Every guy you’ve dated over the past 3 years had to face the wrath of both Kirishima and Katsuki. In most cases, some would find this possessiveness tedious, but you found it quite comforting knowing they are looking out for you. They were also hard on you and your studies, but only because they care for you. Both of them know about your dream of being a combat medic for pro-heroes, considering your energy restoration quirk, so they were extra tough on you.

However, everything came to a halt the day before spring break. You were currently in Advanced Hero History class when the announcement happened. The teacher, mid lecture, put her textbook down and glanced at the speaker above the door.

“Testing...1 2 3... this thing is working right? AHEM, attention students of Hero University, we’ve been told there’s recently been a sudden outbreak of a virus that’s described as deadly as the plaque!” The speakers voice reverberated across the whole academy. He continued,” We want to make sure that everyone is safe and sound and takes precaution of this virus. The board of admissions at HU have decided to cancel classes and all events at the university tomorrow-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of the announcement. Everyone in the classroom was busy celebrating and screaming at the top of their lungs. Seems like the issue with the deadly virus evaporated immediately. The thought of getting out early for spring break was more important apparently.

Ms.Leech informed the class to still read the assigned chapters and be ready for a test the first day after break.

You quickly shoved everything your messenger bag and made a beeline to the door. The hallways were far from deserted. Usually classes don’t get out at the same time, but today every student occupied the cramped halls in the building.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled amidst the crowd of loud students. You overtly looked around and spotted the all too familiar spiky red hair and angry looking blonde by the exit. You giggled and maneuvered your way over to them.

“Did you hear the announcement! We get an early spring break!” Kirishima giddily said as you guys all walked side by side on the strip to the apartment complex.

“No shit Sherlock, the announcement was broadcasted across the whole school.” Bakugou responded while rolling his eyes.

“I’m so excited though! That means I have more time to study for my exams!” You jumped with excitement.

“Exams? That’s not for awhile you fucking nerd-” Bakugou was cut off when you grabbed a handful of his hair and aggressively pulled it. “YOU SHITTY WOMAN DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!”

-

Spring break flashed by quickly, leaving only a day left before classes begin again. Thankfully, you seem to have checked everything off your list of things  needed to be accomplished during break. The only thing you had left to do was finish your reading for adv.hero history. 

After an endless hour of reading, you decided to make a hot pot of coffee. When you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment with Kirishima and Katsuki, you noticed a sticky note hanging from the fridge.

It read, 

Went to go pick up Kirishima from the airport. Get take out plz. The usual

-B.

You smiled and immediately dialed the noodle shop to go. Kirishima used his spring break wisely and went to visit an exotic island with his family. He would FaceTime you and Bakugo occasionally telling funny stories about his time on the island. Although the thought never occurred at the time, you now felt like you wasted your spring break doing boring mundane things. Yes you had Katsuki to accompany you, but he was gone most of the time hanging out with his other friends. Which hurt, granted, but you understand that he has other friends besides you. Needless to say, you didn’t do that much “relaxation” during spring break.

Suddenly, your phone started going off on the countertop. Katsuki’s name flashing on the screen. Confused, you answered his call anyway, not thinking much of it.

“Y/N turn on the news now,” His said with urgency.

You didn’t argue back, knowing something is off, and raced to the living room. The tv was already on, so you just changed the channels till it reached the local news station. With the volume at its maximum, you sat still and listened to the news anchor.

“This just in, Japan has issued a nationwide lockdown due to the spread of the deadly virus. We’ve been told to report for all citizens to please stay in your homes till further notice. And as for anyone who has left the country, you’ll be permitted to stay within the country you’ve flown to and wait till further instructions...”

Oh shit

-

“Hey hey guys don’t worry I’ll be fine. I mean, isn’t this great news! We don’t have to go to our scheduled classes till further notice! Plus, I think I can score my shot with the maid here at my hotel for the time being,” Kirishima gloated with pure positivity.

“Baka. You do realize there’s a fucking virus going around right? Not to mention there’s a possibility you could die from it.” Bakugou said, trying to throw some common sense at Kiri.

“Right right right. Yes I do know...but that’s not going to stop me from getting laid bro.”

That was one of the few FaceTime calls you got from Kiri. After the third, he stopped calling all together. You grew worrisome for your best friend. Even though he doesn’t show it, Bakugou was worried sick not hearing from Kiri either.

It’s been 5 days since the initial lockdown. So far, you and Bakugou have been doing each of your usual routines at home. First thing in the morning you always prepared breakfast and read a few chapters from your current book. Bakugo did laundry duty and did the dishes after breakfast. Afternoon was just recreational duties. Both you and Bakugou would reside in your rooms doing whatever to ease off the bordem. Evenings were mainly for eating dinner and watching movies.

However, after 10 days, you couldn’t keep up with the routine anymore. You skipped breakfast and didn’t dare to open up another book. Your bedroom became a reminder on how much you’ve spent cooped up in there. Not to mention how easily angered you’ve become.

One day you got angry at how Bakugou was chewing his food. Usually it never irritated you, but now the sight just made your blood boil.

“Who the fuck taught you how to eat?” You spat abruptly.

“Says the person who forgets to clean the tub after they shave their whole entire jungle of a body,” he retored back.

A faint gasp left your mouth, uaware that you completely forgot to clean the tub last night after your feminine duties.

“Don’t know who you’re trying to look presentable for. It’s not like you got a boyfriend, not with all that hair, tch.” he hit you with one last punch to the gut.

You got up from where you were sitting at and begrudgingly walked to your bedroom, locking it in the process. Not daring to leave your room, you open your laptop and started a movie without Bakugou.

-

Out of all days, day 15 by far was the worst. The air conditioner unit stopped working, causing y’all to wake up with drenched bodies. Your room especially was humid, since you had no access to a window. The colored coordinated folders from your book bag had to suffice, using them as makeshift fans. Eventually your arms grew tired of constantly doing the same motion repeatedly, so you finally left your room in hopes for the living room to be much cooler.

You stopped immediately when you caught a glimpse of Bakugou slumped on the L-shaped couch. Not to mention, he was shirtless as well. Heat flushed to your cheeks, making you glow a crimson red. You couldn’t stop staring at the view in front of you. Yes you’ve seen Bakugou shirtless before. Countless of times in fact. The boys would practically walk naked around the apartment, not caring about how you’d react. You were deemed as one of the guys.

But this time it triggered something within you. Something you haven’t quite felt in a long time. Maybe it was the quarantine getting to your head, but you couldn’t help but to wonder how it would feel to be flushed against his naked chest right now. Or if he was the type to snake his hands around your waist and pull you even closer. The thought excited you for a second, but quickly realized this was Katsuki you were thinking about.

Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his spot, eliciting a whimper during the process. The noise alone made your lower stomach tense with a warm sensation. This was creepy. Watching Bakugou shirtless while sleeping would surly make him go ballistic, but the sight of sweat glistening on his abdomen made his abs more prominent. An image of you being underneath him kept flashing in your head like picture show. A crude and undeniably satisfying picture show. More explicit thoughts kept trying to barge into your brain. So, you ran back into your room and planted yourself headfirst on the floor. Hopefully these thoughts will go away by tomorrow

The thoughts never went away. In fact, they were the reason you didn’t get any sleep last night. A half naked Bakugou Katsuki kept interrupting your innocent dreams, filling them in with dirty scenarios involving the both of you. You knew you were fucked once you heard the faint sound of Katsukis footsteps in the kitchen. You’ve been up all night, with no pure dream in mind. There’s no saving your sleep schedule now. Maybe if you apologize to Katsuki for acting irrational the other day, the thoughts would go away.

Defeated, you got up from your comfortable bed and treaded into unsafe territory. There sat Bakugo, criss cross on the kitchen island eating cereal. It wasn’t an unusual sight, he was the embodiment of a fucking cat.

“Morning shit head,” you playfully teased.

Bakugou raised his head and looked expectingly at you.

Even just looking him dead in the eye raised the temperature throughout your body. This is going to be a nightmare.

“You alright Y/N? Your whole face is flushed...” He paused, eyeing you suspiciously. “You’re not sick are you? If so, I’m kicking you out. I don’t wanna fucking die because of you”.

How charming.

You scratched the back of your neck. “Uh no Katsuki, I just wanted to apologize for the other day. My behavior towards you was unacceptable. This whole quarantine thing has really made me-”

“Shut up. No need to apologize for some stupid quarrel we got into. Besides, we’ve gotten into worse arguments right?” 

You nodded your head, agreeing to how truthful his statement was. It was true. 5 years of friendship and not one time have you guys stopped being friends because of a heated argument. 

“Exactly, don’t sweat about it. I’m just glad you finally came out of your hole. I missed my movie buddy.” He gave you a lopsided grin, to which on cue, your stomach tied itself into a knot.

“Great, because I found a movie last night on my queue that I think you’d like” You beamed as you started making yourself a bowl cereal. Katsuki grunted as a response and leaped off from the island. 

You were too busy focusing on making the cereal that you didn’t hear the faint thump of footsteps behind you. Then, almost as some sort of harsh punishment, Katsuki rested his head between your right shoulder blade. He hummed once he felt your body tense up. His lips were merely inches away from your outer ear. Any other movement from him and you wouldn’t hesitate to throw the gallon of milk at his head. But what he said next caused your whole face to turn pallid. 

“Also, its kind of rude to watch someone sleeping don't cha think?” he whispered before throwing his bowl into the sink beside you. 

At that moment you knew, you were completely fucked. 

[colorseeingchick]

Hi☺️ can I plz request a male match up for haikyuu and bnha?

I’m a shy introvert and I can’t for the life of me start good conversations in real life with new ppl. And If I try to, it’s very awkward. Lol. I was mostly ignored as a child whenever I tried to express my opinions and that really effected me. My very close friends described me as “kind, brave, and pretty.” Like, every single one of them said the same thing🤣 when I’m out and about with my friends, I seem very friendly and approachable at first but then come off as cold and serious after meeting and first talking because I’m very shy and not assertive at all. I’ve also been told that I seem like I don’t care about anything. when I’m around ppl I’m very comfortable with I’m very loud and silly, dark/dirty humor. I’m always obnoxiously signing (shouting) Disneys Frozen songs at my friends just to annoy the crap out of them. my hobbies? Well... I have a horse and a mini donkey who are my BABIES and rarely no one comes before them. So, I guess horseback riding is my biggest hobby. I’d say my second is learning new languages. Im a huge music lover and love to play funny songs to remind my friends about our inside jokes. I’m very athletic with medium height but I have a thick build. love to play hard at games like tag, capture the flag, hide and seek. Like, I give it my all when I play. Very outdoorsy. Trail rides, hiking, fishing, camping... I’m pretty sure the only “talents” I have are remembering song lyrics and movie quotes. Aaaaaaaand annoying my friends. Thank youuuuuu! 😘😘😘💖💕💖💕 I’m sorry if this is kinda all over the place.

You literally sound so cool I have a friend crush on you its official! But the boy from Haikyuu that’s has a big fat crush on you is...

Tendou Satori!!

Tendou loves you because you’re so safe. Like everything about you makes his heart warm and face turn up into a smile. He gets his energy just by being around you, and in return he’ll do anything he can to make you feel just as comfortable and happy as he is. 

He came to know you sometime after high school through a mutual friend group. His first thought when he saw you was - wow. She’s so pretty. And poor baby was shy and thought he didn’t deserve to talk to someone as pretty as you, but he decided to give it a shot because of how approachable you seemed. He concluded you weren’t intimidating (meaning it was safe to keep talking to you :D) even though were a bit serious and closed off. Nothing he wasn’t used to! He’s been friends with Ushi for years. 

But the process of getting to know you was where his heart slipped and fell in LOVE. His first impressions of your personality were that you were as goofy as him! You had no cares in the world- singing loudly, making crazy funny jokes (he found them crazy funny), and super passionate about your pet (do they count as pets?) horse and donkey. One look at a picture of both, and he decided instantly that the donkey was his favorite. He also saw how brave you were, and learning about your past, he grew to admire you and want to protect you then. He also dealt with some not nice things in childhood and it effected him too, so he wanted nothing more than to make your life better going forward. . 

Your relationship is so pure and fun ITS THE BEST. Both of you would be so freakin happy ya know. He has you teach him how to horseback ride, and your relationship is just filled with so many inside jokes. You have a whole shared playlist that’s just every song that pertains to your inside jokes, and you blast and sing it as you guys hang out or drive around. You write out lyric quotes on his wrist, and he’ll do song lyric texting pranks with you. You both do your best to keep each other happy, comfortable, and try and push each other to grow out of your comfort zones. Tendou would teach you to be more assertive, and you would teach Tendou to be more secure in himself. Your friend group knows you guys as the ‘fun couple,’ and you two really do live up to the name. 

From BNHA, the guy who’s simpin over ya is...

Denki Kaminari!

There’s nothing on the face of this earth that could convince me that Pro Hero Denki wouldn’t be absolutely obsessed with you. When he first saw how pretty, approachable, and friendly you were while in the middle of a mission, he didn’t hesitate to make some moves on you (Denki I get it you wanna talk to the cute girl but PRIORITIES THERE IS A MISSION IN PROGRESS). And if you responded a bit coldly (unintentionally!) at first, he would just be more intrigued by you. 

As he met with you more times, he found himself slowly being sucked into a pit of “I want to spend a LOT more time with her,” which he didn’t know how to deal with at first. He was also caught super off guard when he found out you had a dirty sense of humor, but that absolutely sealed the deal for him that you were the perfect girl. 

He watched firsthand how brave you were. Despite his crazy missions, and sometimes you getting dragged into it, you always kept calm and were willing to keep moving forward, without being fazed. He also knew that you weren’t super assertive, and he wanted to help you become more assertive because he knows how strong you really are. Although he is relatively assertive, so he doesn’t mind voicing your concerns on your behalf if you need him to. He has your back always. 

In your relationship, y’all are all about living life as much as you can. You manage to get Denki away from the agency every once in a while, and when you do, you two just dip from the city and go on adventures. You go on walks, hikes, and fish on weekend long camping trips where you two just get to bask in each others love. He takes care to make sure you feel appreciated and loved. When you two are unfortunately trapped in the city doing work, you guys find way to embrace the inner child that lives in you both, playing hide and seek or tag at home at night. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants hehe. 

I hope you enjoyed your matchups love :) #Colorseeingchick matchups #bnha #haikyuu 

[amelialincoln]

This is my first Amelink Fic! I’m just getting back into writing so this took Iike ten times as long to write as normal but i hope you enjoy. Plz leave me prompts because coming up with ideas is so hard haha. I was also too lazy to edit so I’m praying that there’s not too many mistakes <3

“Hey, baby.” Amelia awoke to a soft voice coming from her midsection. “It’s your daddy here. You doing okay in there?”

“Link, what are you doing,” She groaned, opening her eyes to peer down at the grinning face resting on her belly.

“Morning, sorry for waking you up,” he answered, sheepishly.

“It’s fine.” Amelia smiled. “What time is it?”

“Quarter past six. My shift starts at seven thirty.”

“I’m on call but I might get a ride with you to pick up some stuff from my office.” She undid her hair and let her chocolate curls fall to her shoulders. “Breakfast?”

“Sounds good,” he replied, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Maggie already left but I think Meredith is still getting the kids ready.” She nodded in response, her eyes falling to where Link was rubbing protective circles around her midsection.

“Don’t get too attached,” she joked. “Anything can happen in the first trimester.” Link sensed a look of worry as she removed his hand from her stomach and stood up from the bed.

“Babe—”

“It’s fine, Link. Can we not talk about it right now?” She pulled on a oversized t shirt and a pair of leggings. Link stood, wrapping her in a hug.

“Of course. I just know the last couple of weeks have been a lot for you and after our talk last night...I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him as look of dizziness passed across her face.

“Feeling okay?” His eyes full of concern.

“Link, I’m fine!” She snapped, as they made their way down the stairs. Link shrugged, trying not to notice the slight wobble in her step and wanting desperately to place a hand on her back for support. As they made their way to the kitchen Amelia caught smell of presumably the bacon that Meredith was cooking for the kids.

“Auntie Melia!” Ellis shrieked as Amelia entered the room.

“Hi, Ellie.” Amelia smiled, lifting the toddler into her arms. Ellie wrapped her pudgy hands around Amelia’s neck and wailed when Amelia tried to set her down. “Come on sweetheart, you gotta eat your eggs,” she laughed as she finally set her down in her highchair.

“Thor!” Ellis had refused to call Link anything else since Halloween and although Link had tried to teach her otherwise, Amelia knew he secretly adored it.

“That’s not Thor,” Zola exclaimed between bites of bacon and eggs, “that’s Link.” Amelia chuckled at her exasperated tone.

“You feeling okay, Amelia?” Meredith asked, noting on her pale appearance. “The kids had a bug last week and I think you babysat the night that Bailey had it.” Amelia nodded. Despite Link wanting to share the news of the baby with everyone, Amelia had decided she wanted to get through her first trimester before telling anyone. This meant a lot of time spent at Link’s apartment and a lot of suspicion from her sisters.

“All good,” she responded, avoiding Link’s side eye. She went to open the fridge, gagging as the unbearable smell of bacon hit her full force. The next thing she knew she was in the bathroom. She felt Link pull back her hair as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

“Oh honey...” Link sighed, as he rubbed her back in small circles. This had become a regular start to their day for the last week and he’d become tired of watching her petite body heaving over the ceramic bowl. He could hear Zola asking softly to her mother if auntie Amelia was alright.

“This is why we should’ve stayed at your place last night,” she told him weakly as she leaned her head back against the wall of the bathroom.

“You said you wanted to come here last night because it was closer and you were tired.”

“Well, you’re supposed to take me to your place anyways, that’s our rule.”

“I’m sorry,” he answered apologetically. “It didn’t seem like a bad idea in the moment.”

“I’m not hungry. Can we just go to the hospital?” She asked, too tired to answer Meredith’s questions. Link nodded, watching as Amelia bypassed the kitchen and started pulling on her boots.

“What’s up with her?” Meredith asked as Link went to grab his keys from the kitchen counter. “If she’s sick she shouldn’t be seeing patients.”

“She’s okay,” Link responded, not knowing what to say. He couldn’t read Meredith’s expression. “See you at the hospital.”

“Bye, Thor.” Was the last thing they heard as they left the house.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Amelia mumbled, without looking up from her computer. “Bringing me food and reminding me to drink water and constantly checking in on me. People are going to notice.”

Link placed the banana and yogurt he’d been carrying on her office desk. “Amelia, you’re already eight weeks. People are going to notice eventually.”

“Quit looking so happy about that,” she answered, not having to glance up to know that he had a smile stretched upon his face.

“I can’t help it, Mia. It would be nice if you could share a little of my excitement.”

Her glare softened. “I’m trying, Link.”

Link bit his lip. “I know you are. It would just be nice to get a scan or something. If Carina knew you were eight weeks along and hadn’t had a scan—”

“I’ve been busy.” Amelia finally met his eyes and was surprised by the desperation in his expression. “I’ll go to her today.”

“Thank you. Page me?”

“Of course.”

Carina was definitely surprised as the neurosurgeon finally made her way down the the OB/GYN floor. “Amelia what can I do to—”

“I’m pregnant. Eight weeks. I need a scan or whatever.” She clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Okay,” Carina answered nonchalantly. “I actually just had a cancellation so I can do it now if you want.”

“Oh...sure, I’ll page Link.”

“Great, you can just take a seat here and roll up your scrub top,” Carina ordered as she moved the machine next to the reclined patient bed. “You said eight weeks?”

“I think so,” Amelia replied numbly, lifting her navy scrub top over her flat stomach. “It just doesn’t really feel real yet.”

“Probably because you haven’t had a scan,” Carina answered, spreading the gel on Amelia’s stomach as the machine whirled to life. “But definitely real. You can see the outline of the little bambino.” she smiled warmly. “First pregnancy?”

“No,” Amelia replied. Her eyes flicking to the door for what seemed like the thousandth time. Where was Link? “I had an anencephalic baby a couple of years back... I—I know its rare but is it possible that it could happen again?”

“The chances of that are very little,” Carina responded, eyeing the worried neurosurgeon sympathetically. “It is too early to tell but we can confirm in a scan soon. Do not stress, Amelia.” Amelia seemed to be doing the exact opposite as she gritted her teeth, trying to avoid looking at the scan.

“Hey,” Link breathlessly barged into the room. “Sorry, I was with a patient and...” he trailed off as his eyes found the screen. “Is that our baby?”

“That’s our baby,” Amelia answered, immediately relaxed at the sight of him. He kissed her forehead, keeping his eyes fixed on the picture.

“Can we get a picture?” He asked, his voice filled with awe.

“Of course,” Carina responded. “Though there isn’t much to see now. How about we set an appointment for two weeks from now. We can get a better picture then. I know it’s soon but I’m sure that being able to find out more as soon as we can will put you both at ease.” She apologized as her pager lit up and she quietly exited the room.

“That’s our baby,” Link breathed. Amelia turned to see his eyes filled with tears. “You’re going to be such a good Mom, Amelia. I know you’re worried but everything is going to be okay.” His lips brushed hers cautiously.

“It’s weird,” she noted, “having someone here with me.”

“Good weird?”

“Yes, good weird,” her eyes finding the scan and for the first time not feeling her heart skip with fear.

[starlight-drive-in]

Catching Feelings Ch. 2 Seven/MC College AU

Awhile ago I was requested by @navarr0landia write a continuation of my College AU I started during Saeyoung week this year (which I was low key looking for the extra push to do anyway so thanks!) 

So here it is! Part 2 of what I am now calling Catching Feelings: 

AO3 Link  (Check here for warning/tags)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill sound of MC's alarm pierces through her slumber bringing her to consciousness, much to her dismay.

"Ughhh." She groans as the full weight of her headache is realized as soon as she moves to tap the snooze button on her phone. She groans again, smothering her face into the pillow desperate to sink back into sleep. There are no hangovers in dreamland.

Of course exactly 10 minutes later - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

This time MC doesn't mess around with the snooze button, it's too early and her head hurts way too much for this right now, her morning class is just not going to happen. She grasps desperately at sleep again.

She's not sure how much later it is but begins to hear Mei rustle around the room, getting ready for class and then the light turns on. MC groans again and pulls and blankets up over her head in protest.

"How are you feeling there, Sunshine?" Her roommate asks.

"Mmmm" MC groans miserably in response. "Why did I let you take me to a party on a weeknight?"

Her roommate laughs quietly. "You should be thanking me."

"For what?!" MC asks incredulously.

"You seriously don't remember? Maaaaybe you should check your phone that's been going off for the past hour." Mei says before the bathroom door clicks closed.

Why? MC thinks in response pulling her phone off her nightstand and under her little blanket tent.  It's not like anyone ever texts…me? She thinks as she sees seven new messages from "Saeyoung (Crazy Cat Guy)"

"Oh, shit." She mutters as memories from the night before - as well as a healthy dose of embarrassment - flood in. Parts of the night are definitely blurry in her mind. She remembers the bathroom and Seven/Saeyoung with the cat. And his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes, and that smile. Her heart clenches at the thought of him. This isn’t good, It’s been less than 24 hours and she’s already in deep.

Bits and pieces of their conversation float through her head but she can’t seem to grasp the entirety of it. Ugh. Why did she have so many of those... whatever they weres? What did she say to him? She desperately hopes nothing too bad. It couldn't have been anything too bad if he was texting her right? Unless it was that bad and he was telling her how weird she was. Calm down MC, calm down. Just unlock your phone and read the messages, you can do it.  

She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, entering her lock code. Her screen brightens, making her headache more apparent, but revealing the messages to her.

Saeyoung (9:09am): PSHHT This is ground control to Astronaut MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (9:25am): PSHHT I repeat. MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (10:07am): lolol I really hope you don't have a morning class

Saeyoung (10:11am): How are you feeling, Little Kitty?

Saeyoung (10:15am): >.< Was that weird? Sorry that was probably weird

Saeyoung (10:20am): Please let Seveny know you are still alive when you can

Saeyoung (10:30am): I‘m in class now but Secret Agent 707 might have to go on a rescue mission afterward if he doesn't hear back from you ^^’

MC’s face heats up a few degrees as she reads the messages He’s worried about me! Her heart leaps again as she thinks over how to respond to him as quickly as possible.

--

Seven bobs his leg up and down nervously as he sits in his back corner seat of the Comp Sci lab, not hearing anything his teacher is saying about compilation errors. He unlocks his phone for the third time in less than a minute and stares at the notification bar. Was he too forward? Too weird? She didn't seem to mind is weirdness too much last night but maybe that was because she was drunk? Or maybe something’s actually wrong, what if she had alcohol poisoning? Was she hurt, or was she just ignoring him? He didn't like either of those options frankly.

“Luciel?” He hears his teacher's voice pierces through his mind’s paranoid circling.

“Can you tell me why this code isn’t compiling correctly? Tell me where the error is.” His teacher looks at him pointedly, obviously trying to catch him off guard.

“Uhhhh” He stalls, scanning the code on the board. “You have a syntax error on line 23.”

His teacher - Mr. Vanderwood, seems a little disappointed he can’t reprimand him, “That's cor-”

“And 47.” Seven adds.

“Wait, what?” Mr. Vanderwood says incredulously scanning the code himself. “You’re right… uhh thanks, I guess”

“No probs Ms. Vanderwood.” Seven replies casually.

“It’s Mr. Vanderwood, Luciel.”

“Right, right, won't happen again Vandy!” the class collectively giggles at the interaction that's quite common amongst the two

“LUCIEL!”

“Ah hahaha sorry!” Seven cowers, shutting up.

His teacher stares at him a moment longer before continuing, “The next type of error you may have is a runtime error, a runtime error occurs when….” - and just like that Seven has checked out and is back to his phone again, and he has two new messages! He fumbles a bit in his excitement but manages to get his phone unlocked.

MC (Q-T-π): Hey! Sorry for making you worry! I just woke up.

MC (Q-T-π): And if it wasn't weird I’d be worried it wasn't you I was talking to, but that doesn’t mean I didn't like it. :)

She doesn't hate him! She thanked him! Thank God. He impulsively grasps the cross around his neck in victory. She used a smile emoji! Does that mean he made her smile? Oh, he really hopes so!

He looks rapidly around the room. Realizing Vanderwood is busy helping someone else he quickly types out a reply.

Saeyoung: She lives! :D Seven can breathe again. How do you feel?

--

MC seats herself up in bed and manages to get at least her feet off the bed before she's alerted to another message, her stomach responds with a small flourish of butterflies. Wow, he's fast. She thinks, smiling and reading his reply.

--

Seven watches his screen faithfully for her next message.

MC (Q-T-π): Honestly? I feel like death D:

MC (Q-T-π): But talking to you is definitely helping this headache go away.

He can’t help but crack a wide smile.

Saeyoung: Glad to be of assistance!

He can’t just let the conversation die like this though. He has to think of a way to continue it, and that's when an idea hits him.

Saeyoung: I have something else that may help!

MC (Q-T-π): Oh yea, What's that?

Saeyoung: Seven’s magic hangover (and other ailments) cure-aaaaall… Ddddddrumroll plz

MC (Q-T-π): Dum-dum-da-da-da-dum-dum!

Saeyoung: Seven Star Energy Drink!

MC (Q-T-π): You have your own energy drink? :O!

Saeyoung: Uhhhh well, haha

Saeyoung: not officially

Saeyoung: BUT

Saeyoung: I’m sure it will help clear up that nasty hangover! And that’s not all!

Saeyoung: It would be hand-delivered by yours truly :)

He sends the last message and waits with bated breath for a reply.

--

The bathroom door opens and Mei steps out all ready for class and starts getting her things together. MC stares at her phone screen. He wants to come over? She bites her lip and thinks for a minute. She hasn’t even had a shower yet. She groans loudly and throws her head back onto her pillow in defeat, resulting in a powerful reminder of the headache she needs to get rid of.

Mei eyes her peculiar display. “Alright, tell Mei what’s wrong.”

“Seven wants to come over” MC groans.

“So?? That’s great. Shouldn’t you be excited?”

“He wants to bring me something to help my hangover.”

“Aww, and here we all thought he was just crazy. That’s so sweet! I’m still not seeing the issue though unless you don’t actually like him and that was just the drink talking last night?”

“No, no that’s” MC stutters. “That’s not it. It’s just… I look like garbage.” MC replies sitting up again so Mei can see her face, still covered in smudged makeup from the night before.

“Hmm” Mei considers. “High-quality garbage though, like rich people garbage. Ya know?”

“Thanks,” MC replies sarcastically.

“What I mean is, you just gotta clean yourself up a bit and you’ll be fine. Like a million dollar sofa with a stain on it.” Mei says tossing her a bag of makeup wipes, a brush, her foundation and a tube of mascara.

MC wipes her face down, using about 3 wipes to get everything off, and then starts her “low effort” look by pulling her hair into a messy bun with a few loose locks on each side.

Mei ruffles around in MC’s dresser “Annnd you probably want to change.”

MC looks down and realizes she’s still wearing what she borrowed from Mei the night before.  

"How many beige sweaters do you have, Girl?" Mei tosses her a particularly oversized one and a pair of black leggings.

"They're comfy!" MC defends, finally rising herself from her bed to change. "Oh shit. I forgot to answer him!" She adds a second later, frantically pulling her sweater over her head.

"You left that poor boy on read? He probably thinks you hate him now." Mei teases.

"Nooooo!" MC whines fishing her phone out of her covers.

--

Saeyoung leaves class and drives the short distance back to the RFA house, glancing at his phone more frequently than he should. It's been fifteen minutes, she's probably not going to answer. He shouldn't have invited himself over like that.

He walks in the door, no one seems to be home at the moment. He continues up the stairs.

MC (Q-T-π): That would actually be very nice of you, but fair warning I look like a hot mess :/

A sense of relief falls over him, and then excitement and then… nervousness? It's been a while since he's felt that particular emotion.

Saeyoung: I'm sure you look beautiful! :)

Saeyoung: I'll head over as soon and I can get everything together!

MC (Q-T-π): Can't wait :)

He reads her message as he enters his room, flinging his black and yellow backpack onto the small couch and whoops loudly with enthusiasm, jumping up and down in excitement.

"What the fuck?!" Saeran's voice rings out from the other side of the room as he whips around in his desk chair to give his brother one of his trademark glares.

It would seem Seven forgot to check the room for other occupants when he entered. "Oops sorry bro!"

"Yeah, whatever." He says, writing off his brother's little show as one of his typical little displays and going back to his work.

Saeyoung yanks his t-shirt off over his head, and walks over to the shared closet and begins flipping through shirts.  

“Great job with inviting people to the party last night, by the way. A lot of people came out!”

Saeran smirks. “Amazing how many people are willing to go over to a random house because a stranger told them there would be free alcohol.”

“Tell me about it, Jaehee’s totaling the amount now but we should have quite a pretty good amount to donate this time!”

“That’s good, I’ll ask her about it later.” Saeran answers, writing himself a reminder on a post-it and sticking it to his computer screen.

Seven check his teeth in the closet mirror, “We missed you though, where were you last night?” He attempts to pry, knowing his brother is a pretty private person but he hoping maybe he’ll tell him anyway.

“Out” Saeran deadpans, revealing nothing.

“Hmm, ok I won’t bug you about but just be careful ok? I’ve been hearing about some weird cult stuff going on around campus.”

Saeran scoffs. “Cults? Seriously? Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

“Hey, can I borrow this shirt?” Seven asks, holding up a short sleeve, white button-down of Saeran’s. Obviously forgetting his former train of thought.

Saeran tsks in response “Ah, I see you didn’t do your laundry again.”

“I was busy!” Pleeaaasee?” Seven begs.

“Ugh, sure fine whatever, if it even fits you.”

“Thanks! You’re my favorite twin!” Seven shrugs into the shirt it’s a little tight, but manageable.

“That statement makes absolutely no sense, but ok. What are you getting all dressed up for anyway? I haven't seen you make an effort like this since the RFA Christmas Ball.”

“The Defender of Justice, the Mighty Seven-Zero-Seven must deliver much-needed medicine to a pretty lady who has fallen ill!” Seven says dramatically, earning an eye roll from his brother before heading over to the mirror to style his hair the best he can without product. It's still a mess but at least it looks a little neater. He sprays a little cologne on his neck and then checks his breath. “Oof, that’s not gonna work,” He says to himself before looking over at Saeran. “Hey, you got any mints?”

“I always have mints,” Saeran replies tossing him a tin from the generous supply in his desk.

“Bless you, dear brother.” Seven dumps a few in his mouth and cronches on them, making Saeran cringe.

“You’re supposed to let them dissolve ya know.” Saeran grimaces.

“Yea, yea no time gotta go!” Seven turns his backpack upside down and dumps his books and laptop onto the couch before shoving new stuff into his backpack in its place, flinging it onto his back and heading out the door.

Saeran simply rolls his eyes “And don’t fuck up my shirt!” he shouts as he listens to his brother’s footsteps descend the staircase and go out the front door.

[honeyjxsung]

It’s You

Member: Felix x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k oof this was longer than expected

Genre: Fluff

Request:  I was wondering if you could do one where felix's crush needs a fake date for a family event and she ask him plz😊

A/N: Here it is love! I’m sorry this took a while, so please forgive me, but 

Enjoy! <33

******

You were freaking out. 

Not because you were going to a family reunion, no. You were pretty excited to go, it’s been so long since you’ve seen your relatives. You haven’t kept in touch with the cousins you used to be so close with, so meeting them would bring back some nostalgia. You were freaking out because you said you were bringing your boyfriend with you. And the problem is, you don’t have a boyfriend in the first place. 

It only started because you were fed up with your second cousin bragging about her fiancé coming to visit. She rubbed the fact that she got a man before everyone else in your face, and you got quite annoyed, causing you to blurt out stuff you didn’t think through, like how you would bring your lover to the gathering. 

Oh, how you fucked up.

Now you had to find a boyfriend in less than 24 hours.

You grew extremely anxious at first. You didn’t know where or how to find a guy who was willing to be your pretend boyfriend. You didn’t even know how to properly talk to guys! Groaning, you rolled around on your bed as you scrolled through your contacts list, finding someone, anyone, who could be up for the job. 

Then you came across the name that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

-

Felix was freaking out.

He didn’t expect his crush to show up at his doorstep so early in the morning. He didn’t have time to prepare what to say or what he looked like, so he was a stuttering mess. 

“O-oh! Hey, Y/n...uh what are you doing here?” He rubbed the nape of his neck nervously. You shifted the weight on your right leg to your left,

biting your lip. 

“Hey, Felix! Sorry for disturbing, are you busy?” 

God, you hoped you put enough foundation to cover your crimson red cheeks. 

You didn’t even know why you chose your crush to be the one. It was a terrible mistake and you were certainly going to make a fool out of yourself if you act all intimate with him. You mentally cursed at yourself, thinking that you could’ve chosen your best friend’s brother. Or maybe one of Felix’s members. Anyone but the boy who had such an effect on you.

Ugh so stupid.

The boy in front of you shook his head, “No it’s totally fine, and I’m not busy. Come in.” He stepped aside and motioned for you to enter his dormitory. Luckily his members were either gone for work or completely out cold. 

You entered timidly and kicked off your shoes, lining them to the wall and made your way to the couch where he was sitting. 

“So what’s up?” 

“Ok um..” You began. You didn’t know how to bring up the whole boyfriend scheme without seeming weird. Felix cocked his head to the side, and if you weren’t panicking you would’ve found it cute. 

You couldn’t take it back anymore, you were already in his place, probably wasting his precious time that he could’ve spent on something more productive. 

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for a family reunion!” You blurted out. You were scared of how he would react so you expected the worst, but he only seemed confused, hinting at how his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He blinked, trying to process what you said. Was he hearing things? 

“Wh-what?” 

“Just for today, my cousins think I have a boyfriend when I actually don’t. It’s fine if you don’t want to.” 

Felix was quite taken aback, and he was beginning to blush. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he often fantasized about you being his girlfriend. And although it was going to last one day and it was completely fake, he was willing to do it. Mostly for your sake, but partially for his too. 

“No-no It’s alright, I was just a bit shocked...when do we start?” 

“Well it starts at 5 so we have plenty of time to get ready and such. By the way, you can wear something nice, it doesn’t have to be so formal though.”

Felix nodded and gave you a soft smile. He could tell how tense you were, you must be really anxious. “Would you like anything to drink?” He offered, standing up from his spot. 

“Oh, I’ll just have a glass of water please.” 

He nodded and escorted himself to the kitchen. He still had a good view of you from the kitchen since it was out in the open, and he could see how you were sitting up straight and fiddled with your fingers. You were wondering why Felix seemed so fine about it. Asking to be your fake boyfriend was so out of the blue, and it calmed you that he wasn't judging you. You looked at his direction and he gave you a playful grin to calm your nerves

“Make yourself comfortable, Y/n. I don’t want my girlfriend to feel so tense.” 

He froze, Felix didn’t know where that burst of confidence came from. Gosh, that was so embarrassing. He attempted to hide behind the counter, scared to see your face, but he heard your adorable giggle and his smile resurfaced. “Alright, whatever you say, babe.” You retorted, and you instantly regretted it. Was that too much? Your heart was pounding and you were afraid that he would be able to hear it from across the room. 

He came back with two glasses of water, passing one to you, and you thanked him. That was when you realized how quiet the place was. Felix was in Stray Kids, and the members were known to be very loud. It was odd that you never heard a single scream yet. 

“Where are the rest of the boys?” You asked, looking around. Felix followed your actions, taking a sip. “Well, Chan, Woojin, Seungmin, and Jisung are at the Jyp Building. The rest are asleep. They stayed up pretty late last night.” He chuckled, remembering how rowdy they were the other day. Felix loved his 8 members dearly as if they were his brothers. They were all pretty close, so knowing personal things about each other wasn't new. That means they know all about Felix’s huge crush on you, and he quietly praised the fact that none of them were present to expose him. 

“That’s typical of you guys. Partying like there’s no tomorrow.”

There was that laugh again. The one that set sparks flying inside of his chest. Felix tried to ignore it because he didn’t want to ruin a simple conversation, but you were just too damn cute to ignore. 

“Well, that is their motto. But I’m not saying that it’s a good saying to follow.” He sighed. 

“But they’re really fun to be around, not gonna lie.” 

“What, are you saying that they are more fun than me?” Felix put a hand to his chest, mocking a hurt expression.

“I never said that!” 

“That’s what you implied!” 

“There was no implication in that statement!” 

“That hurts Y/n. You wound me.” He faked a cry and you scoffed while shoving his shoulder lightly. The two of you continued to talk to each other, and your original plans of leaving the dorm to ready your stuff were out the window. Somehow, the gap between the both of you on the couch was nonexistent anymore, as you were shoulder to shoulder. Time flew by before you even knew it, and the only thing that snapped you out of it was Minho sleepily walking to the kitchen without noticing the two people on the couch. You and Felix sat in silence, watching the boy shuffle to the fridge, and tried not to burst out laughing. 

“Good Morning Minho.” You said as calmly as you could. It was normal for the members to wake up extremely late, and both of you found it amusing seeing how confused they end up once they found out that others just finished lunch.

Minho, not sparing a glance responded, “Hey Y/n-“ and continued to down his food. 

It was only when Felix burst into a fit of laughter when Lee know realized you were in their dorm. He nearly choked on his brunch. “Y/n-when did you get here?” 

After you calmed yourself and Felix down, you proceeded to answer the boy’s question by checking the time. “I got here at like 11-holy shit, Lix it’s Three!” 

It took an hour and a half to get to the family reunion, and you weren’t even changed yet. You swiftly got up and Felix followed with a nod. He let you in his room and began to look through his closet with you sitting on his bed. 

-

Several minutes passed, and Felix looked incredible. He wore a loose button-down that outlined his muscles and blue jeans. He swept his hair to the side which revealed his forehead. It was so simple, yet it was able to blow you away. You gave a look of approval and went to your car to your place. Felix came with you while Minho was left without an explanation.

You rushed to your wardrobe while Felix patiently waited in the living room. You cleaned yourself up and rushed outside. Felix couldn't move, you were breathtaking. In a cute off-the-shoulder blouse with black jeans, you looked stunning. 

“Ready?” You asked. 

He gulped.

“As I’ll ever be.”

-

“Y/n! Hey!” A high pitched voice rang through your ears once you entered the doors. It was your cousin, with a smirk on her face. She extended her arms out to your and her hot pink claw nails grazed your skin as she patted your back. There was a tall man by her side, which you assumed was her fiancé she bragged about so much. “This is Rowoon, my fiancé. He’s a doctor.” Your assumptions were proven when she said the last part with a proud grin. You tried not to scoff at her obvious intentions and put on a smile as you greeted her soon to be husband. He seemed very gentlemanly, with soft eyes and a fit body. He had a good fashion sense and his kind personality was what reeled you in. You couldn’t believe he was to marry your bratty cousin. Poor guy.

“So, where's the boyfriend? Is he not coming? Or is he just not existent?” 

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret later and half-heartedly laughed. Felix told you to go ahead because the parking was hard to find. “No no, he’s here, he’s just parking the car.” 

And as if it was on cue, you heard his familiar voice behind you. “Babe!” 

The act had begun.

The smile on your face turned genuine once he met eyes with you. Your cousin’s attention wasn’t on you anymore, but on the handsome boy who claimed to be your boyfriend. She batted her eyelashes towards him and giggled. 

“Yuna, this is Felix, my boyfriend.” Instinctively, Felix interlaced his fingers with yours, and you were taken by surprise. His hands were soft and fit with yours as if they were meant to be held together. It was an unfamiliar feeling that you felt, you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Though you were sure about one thing.

It felt so right.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Felix reached his hand out to the couple while his left hand remained wrapped around yours. He gave Rowoon a firm handshake and Yuna hugged him. 

You wanted to get out of Yuna’s sight, so you squeezed Felix’s hand and he immediately responded. 

“It was nice meeting you, but we’ll go ahead and get some food.” Felix bowed dismissively and you mustered up a wave before heading to the tables. Felix led you to a chair and pulled it out for you to sit it. Then he left you and your thoughts alone to get food. You were grateful that Felix was willing to pose as someone he’s not and go through your hectic family just to spare your pride, you knew it’ll take a lot in order to pay him back, but he deserved it. 

You viewed him from the corner of your eye filling two cups with some punch, and along the way, he made small talk with your aunt and first cousin. Judging by them laughing, you could tell their conversation was going well. 

It was a nice sight to see, seeing your family members get along with someone very special to you. If only he could see it too; if only you were just as precious to him as he was to you. If only this could last for more than one day. 

If only it could be real. 

Little did you know he felt the same way too.

-

“Your family is so nice, they’re really easy to get along with.” Felix comments, resting a hand on top of yours. He could get used to the feeling of your hands on his. You produced a different type of warmth whenever he touched you. It was comforting and relaxing.

It felt like home.

“They can be rowdy at times, but they’re really loving.” You said, looking off to the side. You avoided his stare. 

“Thank you, Felix, for coming. It means a lot.” You said softly. “I know acting like my fake boyfriend is odd of me, I wouldn’t be surprised if after this you would think of me as a weirdo.”

Felix swirled his drink a lifted his lips upward. “It’s not a problem. And I don’t think you’re a weirdo Y/n, I told you, it’s ok.” 

He reassured you one last time before taking a sip of the drink. You shared a comfortable silence between the both of you, the only noise was the loud chatting of your family and the clinking of silverware as they ate. You decided to look at him and his brows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. And indeed he was.

You were about to speak up until he cleared his throat and mumbled a “fuck it” under his breath.

“Although, Y/n.” He began again, which caught your attention. The tone of his voice shifted and you were beginning to get scared as you didn’t know where it was going. 

“I want to make this relationship a reality.” 

Pause.

The white noise suddenly canceled out, the only sound was the thumping of your heart getting faster and faster. You didn’t hear wrong right? 

“What..?” your lips parted as you stared at him in awe, waiting for him to clarify what exactly he said, and luckily he did.

“I like you, Y/n. Well, I have been for a while… I’m really glad that you chose me to be your date for today, even if this is fake. I get it if you don’t want to, but would you like to make us real?” 

He internally cringed at his speech, and he was sure you were going to reject him. But to his relief, you felt a bit bold and decided to move forward and place a kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away, a light shade of red tinted on your cheeks as you processed what you just did, and Felix couldn’t move as he was just as speechless. 

“I like you too, Lix. And I would love to be your girlfriend.” 

-

The night continued, and your energy began to drain. You had a lot of fun talking to your relatives and catching up, but it was beginning to get darker and your feet were in pain. Saying farewell, you laced your hands with the blonde’s and walked out with a bright smile on your face. 

Thinking back, it was kind of funny; Felix walked in the building as your fake boyfriend and walked out as your real one. You chuckled at the thought, but you snapped out of it when the one who was on your mind sat right next to you, giving you a peck on the cheek before resting his head on your lap. On instinct, your fingers played with his bleached locks as he lulled himself to sleep.

Yeah, you can get used to this.

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macdennis fluff plz - Mac has a nightmare and has to sleep with Dennis for the night (obviously) and has a story read to him maybe whist cuddling?

Mac’s having that dream again.

He’s in a recurring nightmare and he knows it’s anightmare, but he doesn’t know how to wake up. He’s not strong enough to stopit from playing out.

The room is on fire. It’s on fire and he’s sitting on thesofa beside his mom, nursing a road-rashed knee. He’s maybe eight or nine or ten-he doesn’t know, but he knows he doesn’t feel like a kid at all anymore. Hetries to tell his mom he loves her and she chokes on her cigarette, coughs likeshe’s dying, asks him why he hasn’t put the groceries away. He tries to tellher again, that he loves her, and she nags him to shut up and take the dog out,clean the garbage off the lawn, fix the leak in the bathroom- because his dadisn’t around anymore and that’s his job now. She doesn’t love him, but sheneeds him, and that’s as good as it’s going to get.

The fire envelops him, burning a hole through the floor,and suddenly he’s sitting across from his father, divided by a pane of glass,phone pressed to his ear. He’s maybe fifteen or sixteen, but he doesn’t feellike a teenager. The prison is in flames and there’s nobody else in the roombut the two of them, and before he can stop it, he’s telling his dad he loveshim through the receiver. He responds like he didn’t hear it, tells him heneeds to get a message to a friend of his on the outside, and that he has tolisten carefully to every word he says, because he doesn’t have a lot of time-not one of those words is “I love you, too” or anything close. This is his jobnow and it doesn’t matter if he loves him, because he needs him, and that’s asgood as it gets.

The phone melts and the glass splinters and everythingdrips away until Mac is sitting in the pews of his church, all alone, hands claspedtogether and telling God that he loves him and pleading for a response, a sign,any kind of answer. He knows he’s not supposed to ask for an answer, he’s notsupposed to expect a reward- that’s what the church has taught him all hislife. He’s supposed to love unconditionally and just know that he’s loved back,to trust it, and that’s supposed to be good enough, that’s as good as it gets.He knows it would be blasphemous to admit out loud that it’s never actuallyfelt like enough, that he wants to hear it back from someone, anyone. He asksfor a reply out loud and it’s too late to stop it, the flames are rising upfrom underneath the pews, wrapping around his legs, scorching him until a hand with long, sharp talons rises up and grabs him by the arm to yank him downinto hell.

The flames die down, but don’t disappear, and he’s on theother side of the bar with Dennis’ fingers in his arm. Suddenly he’s an adult- he’salways felt like an adult, he’s always had to be, but now he’s really one- notjust mentally, but physically. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like a burden,he feels weaker than he’s ever felt. It’s so fucking hot and Dennis isignoring the fire, and Mac tries to tell him that he loves him, but before heeven finishes saying it, Dennis is going on about how annoying it is to livewith him and how loud he snores and how he never does the laundry and how heleaves a mess everywhere he goes and how much he hates him. But Dennis needshim, he needs him to make his coffee in the morning and bring him pills for hisheadaches and remind him to eat and put a blanket over him when he falls asleepon the couch- he needs him, and he doesn’t know he needs him, but he does, andthat’s as good as it’s ever going to get. He tries to reach out and touch him,but his skin is peeling off, his flesh is molting, and everything around him isconsumed by fire.

Mac shoots up in bed, hyperventilating and clutching at thesheets.

He’s still registering what’s happening, but he knows heneeds to steady himself. He needs to find something to anchor onto, somethingto remind him he’s awake and he’s safe and he isn’t burning.

The room is dark- so dark he isn’t sure it is hisroom- and his heart is pounding so loud it seems like it’s coming from thewalls. His head feels hot and his ears are ringing, and all he knows to do isknead the blanket in his hands until the haze starts to clear.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Mac’s panting slowsdown and his heart stops beating so rapidly. The anxious knot in his stomach doesn’t untwist, though. He feels small and the room feels small and hedoesn’t know how to fix it when he’s alone like this.

He misses when he and Dennis were sleeping in the same bed,and he could roll over and tap him on the nose and tell him all about his baddreams- even if there were four of them crammed onto the same mattress back in those days.

Mac’s had this nightmare before, lots of times, but Dennishas never been in it. Some nights, someone out of the ordinary- Carmen orCharlie or one of his estranged cousins- would make an appearance, but… it wasnever Dennis. He never used to worry that he was a burden to him, that he madehis life worse, that he didn’t love him with the fury of a thousand suns orwhatever- but that was before things got all weird between them.

He tries to stay put, but he knows the only thing that’sgoing to soothe his anxiety is to go talk to Dennis and get some reassurancethat everything is fine. But it’s the middle of the night, and he shouldreally forget it and go back to bed, but he can’t sleep and his lungsare still shaky and he feels strange in his own skin.

Before he can tell himself he definitely shouldn’t gowake Dennis up, Mac is shuffling off the bed and making his way out into theliving room.

——---

Dennis is busy rifling through a box of old mementos, staring at photographs that feel like they were taken centuries ago andtrying to convince himself he hasn’t peaked yet, when he hears the door open.

“Why’re the lights on, man?”

He slams the yearbook he’s holding shut- drops it back inwith the rest of the bygone, dust-sheathed crap- and glances up at Mac, who’sjust waltzed right in for some reason. What business of his is it if he choosesto have the lights on at this hour? It is his room, damn it.

Dennis rolls his teeth over his lips before he speaks.

“What, uh…” he stumbles softly. “What’s up?”

Instead of answering, Mac shuts the door behind him and sitson the edge of the bed. He’s facing the wall, but just by watching the waythe muscles in his back move, just from hearing the hitching of his breath, Dennis cantell something is wrong. He doesn’t know what to say, though, because hedoesn’t know what the problem is- so he simply sits there and listens to thesound.

“Can I just,” Mac says and sounds so far away, “stay here…for a little while?”

Dennis has known Mac for more than twenty years now, and heknows him well enough to recognize when his anxiety is off the shits. But it’sbeen a long time, and Mac isn’t so helpless anymore. He’s a lot biggerthan he used to be. He’s a lot stronger. He’s gotten himself together in waysDennis can’t even begin to process, and only knows to react to with anger.

Right now, though, he looks kind of small again.

Slowly, but not at all hesitant, Dennis reaches out andplaces a hand on Mac’s shoulder blade. He presses his palm against himhard and digs his fingers into his shirt, reminding him that he’s there, buthis hand looks so little and fragile compared to the muscles in Mac’s back, andthings are so different than they used to be. He knew how to deal with thisbefore, and in turn, Mac knew how to handle him when he had his episodes, butnow…

Dennis isn’t so sure who they are or how they fit aroundeach other anymore.

He sinks his hand into Mac harder, because it’s all he knows.

“Mac-”

“It’s cool… I’m fine.” He doesn’t sound fine, hesounds fucking awful. “I don’t wanna bother you.”

“Well, you sort of already barged in, so…”

Dennis feels him shudder underneath his fingers andknows right away that he’s said the wrong thing.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, man,” Mac whimpers.

“I was just,” -he clears his throat- “just joking.”

That sounds so stupid and shitty out loud.

Dennis slips his hand off of Mac and returns to the cardboardbox in his lap, trying to ignore his presence and give him the space he soclearly wants. He rifles through Polaroids and scrap papers and notes andthings he’s not sure why he still has, but that make him feel so disconnectedfrom who he used to be, like a stranger in his own body.

He and Mac and Charlie and Dee… they were all so small andmessy and confused and young, but they had each other and that madeeverything make sense. Now, Dennis has been away from them for a year, and hefeels smaller and messier and more confused than he’s ever felt- but he doesn’tfeel young. He feels so, so old. He feels like so much time has gone by that hecan’t recapture, so much potential has slipped through his hands, so many morewrinkles have made a home on his face, and he’s losing all his chances and losinghis friends and losing Mac.

It’s getting harder and harder to convince himself he’sstill got charisma and looks, that women still want him, that everyone stilllooks up to him, that he’s still got time to figure his life out and be a realperson. He feels like he’s on the far side of a hill, but when he looks aroundat his accomplishments, they’re no more than they were ten years ago or twentyyears ago or… well, ever. He feels like this is as good as his life is going toget.

Mac’s panting starts to pick up again, and Dennis sets hispapers down and quirks an eyebrow at him. He opens his mouth to ask what’swrong, but before he can say anything, Mac is getting up off the bed.

“Wait, Mac, goddamn it, just-”

Dennis leans over to wrap his fingers around his arm and tughim back down.

“I don’t wanna bug you-”

“You’re not- I’m just…” -he realizes he’s snapping andlowers his voice- “going through some old shit.”

Mac glances at him over his shoulder, and his eyes are allglassy and distant, like he’s there, but he’s not really there, because he’sall up in his own fucking head.

“What’s all that stuff?” he mumbles.

With the distraction of Mac’s hyperventilating gone, Dennis suddenlyrealizes how ridiculous this must look. What sort of patheticman sits in bed and sorts through his forgotten junk from high school at twoin the morning?

“Here,” Dennis says rather than explaining, passing the box tohim.

Mac doesn’t question it- likely because he’s still too fuzzyto make fun of him- and starts digging. He flips through their yearbook and stopsto chuckle at a couple of stupid pictures while Dennis observes him in silence.Eventually, his muscles soften and his breath planes out as the tensionin his body unwinds.

A quiet sense of relief washes over Dennis as he watches Macreturn to reality.

That is, until he snorts and waves a tattered green notebookin his face.

“Bro, is this your diary?”

“It is not-” Dennis snatches it in his talons like abird scooping up a field mouse. “It is a journal, Mac. A boyish sort ofjournal, the kind young men keep!”

Mac rolls his eyes and huffs, and part of Dennis is thankfulhe’s acting like himself again, but the other part of him wants to shove himright off the edge of the bed.

“Well, can I read it?” he pesters.

Dennis clutches the dia- journal to his chest. “Absolutelynot.”

“Why not?”

“It’s personal.”

“What are you afraid of-”

“I am not afraid-”

“Then let me see it, dude!”

With a deep breath, in and out, Dennis takes a long momentto contemplate the situation. He certainly can’t hand the notebook over to Mac,it would be embarrassing- not because it’s a diary, but because he wasnowhere near the stallion he is today when he wrote it. To know of hisconquests now and look back on this… it would seem ridiculous in comparison.

Besides, there’s… there’s a lot of private stuff in there. Alot of stuff about his parents and Dee and Ms. Klinsky and… a lot of stuffabout Mac.

He comes up with a compromise.

“I will read you a couple of pages…” Dennis agrees, carefully,like he’s handling a spooked horse, “if you settle down.”

Mac zips his mouth shut, actually makes the motion with hishand like he’s a damned toddler, and cozies against the pillows.

He clears his throat and flips through ten or so pages, thefirst of which he’s dedicated and signed for some reason. Clearly, he assumed hisbelongings would be worth money at this point. The next few are allintroductory- no doubt describing himself as a lost, misunderstood soul wisebeyond his years and far too superior for the highs and lows of high school-which he was, but there’s no need to recount it aloud.

“All right, here we go.” Dennis zeroes in on an entry,prodding at it with his finger. “I skipped algebra today and got high withMac and Charlie. Is it really skipping, though, if you never intended to go?And who’s to say that living in the moment is less important than math? Ithink, if you show up to class every day, you’re skipping life.”

Mac snorts with laughter. “Who talks like that?”

“I thought it was profound, Mac, but if you’re going tointerrupt-”

“No, no, Dennis, I’m sorry!” he whines. “I won’t sayanything.”

Dennis pretends not to notice him scooting closer as he readson.

“Charlie came up with an idea for something he calledfinger-bread, but I think it was essentially just a bagel. He tried to do ademonstration and caught my shirt on fire. The whole sleeve burned before wecould put it out. He has no idea how much that shirt cost. Mac let meborrow his hoodie for the rest of the day, but it smelled like a pickup truck andthere was ash in the pockets. It was humiliating.”

“You never gave that back,” Mac chimes in.

“I’m certain I did,” Dennis lies through his teeth, rememberingall the nights he spent tucked away in it, using it as a pillow, throwing itover him like a blanket- because things were shitty at home and Mac was acomfort, because it smelled like cigarettes and gasoline, but cigarettes andgasoline smelled like Mac, so it didn’t bother him, “and if I didn’t, it’sbecause I burned the thing. It was absolutely repulsive. I mean, had you everwashed it?”

“You don’t wash jackets, Den. They don’t touch your skin.”

“It’s not about the skin, Mac, it’s-”

Dennis sighs and goes back to hunting for the next suitable entry. “Wouldyou be quiet?”

He skips the all-too-personal shit and reads the lighterpages, relating his teenage prose about staying home to take care of Dee whenshe had the flu, going to the movies with Schmitty and getting bored because hedidn’t want to talk in the theater, pointing out the flaws in his Englishteacher’s lecture and somehow ending up with detention, getting rejectedby a few potential homecoming dates… typical high school days. Mac interruptswith a laugh or a passing comment now and then- “I remember that” or“You were so lame!” or “I wonder what she’s doing now”, and his voicegets louder and more comfortable each time.

It all seems a bit trivial in hindsight (except for the bit abouthis English teacher, Dennis is still outraged by that), but it wasall big enough back then that he felt the need to write it out as soon as hegot home. He wishes he could go back to when getting high and listening toCharlie talk about some strange invention and obsessing over girls were the majorevents in his life.

Even a few years ago, things were still like that- but it’sall been so complicated lately…

Dennis feels Mac shuffle uncomfortably against his shoulderand wraps an arm around him, only because it’s irritating to have his headdigging into his arm. Absentmindedly, he works his fingers into the fabric ofMac’s sweatshirt as he flips the page.

“Dear dia-” He clears his throat and skips that line,and if Mac notices, he doesn’t say anything. “I have a problem. It’s aboutMac- of course it is.” Mac lets out a short grunt, but doesn’t complainlike Dennis expects him to, so he continues. “He’s pretty cool for a weeddealer. Actually, I think he’s probably my best friend.” Charlie was hisbest friend, too, though, and Schmitty was in the mix somewhere, as well… sothat’s not really as sappy as teenage Dennis made it sound. It didn’t mean muchof anything, really. “Sometimes when we hang out, just the two of us, it’slike everything else in the worlds sucks, but we’re going to be okay.”

Ah, shit.

Dennis doesn’t know why he keeps reading- it’s like tyinghis own noose tighter with every word- but he’s searching desperately for thepart where he finally complains about Mac and salvages this sentimental backwash.

“He brought over some whiskey he swiped from his dad’s oldshit and we got wasted last night, and I almost messed up really bad. We weresitting on the floor and it got quiet and I tried to…”

His throat closes up like he’s gone underwater, and hestops reading, but it’s too late to avoid it, because he’s already started tosay it. It’s like he’s balancing on the edge of a cliff, and if he breathesout, he’s going to topple one way or the other- and he doesn’t know which wayhe’s going to fall.

I tried to kiss him and it was totally stupid, but Ididn’t know how else to tell him I love him.

Dennis’ fingernails crinkle the edges of the page.

He needs to say something, anything. He needs to look over.He needs to come up with an explanation for himself before he’s completelymortified.

He stammers, “I’m- uh- it’s hard to read- the pencil-”

Mac snores thunderously in his ear and, somehow, it’s themost relieving sound Dennis has ever heard.

Phew.

Briefly, he considers stowing the journal away again-but he figures he’s gotten his fill of it, and it’s humiliating, anyhow- so hetosses it in the garbage can beside the bed. Good riddance.

Dennis glances over at what’s essentially a half-ton rhinosleeping against his shoulder, listens to his savage snoring, watches his eyelidstwitch, feels the rise and fall of his breathing against his hand. I don’tknow how else to tell him I love him echoes in his head, and he wants topretend that’s long-forgotten nonsense from his angsty teenage years, but heknows what he was trying to say.

He has trouble expressing his feelings like that. With Dee,it always bursts out of him at the worst times- and she always shuts him down.With his mother, I love you was such a habitual phrase that it lost itsmeaning eventually. With every woman he’s ever been with, it’s been an act,part of a system to get them into bed with him as easily as possible.

Dennis doesn’t know how to tell people what they mean to himuntil it’s too late. He doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings unless hecan write them off as part of some elaborate hoax.

Mac, on the other hand, simply blurts out whatever he’sthinking or feeling, all the time, constantly. It’s annoying, but Dennis sort of enviesit, though he’ll never admit to that. It’s so easy for Mac to love people so loudly. Dennis doesn’t think anyone’s ever loved himback, though.

At least, Mac doesn’t think anyone’s ever loved him back.

He sighs to himself and slips his arm free, getting up toturn off the light. On his way back to bed, he tosses a throw blanket over Mac.It’s a struggle to yank the covers out from under his elephant body, but Dennismanages to wriggle into them. He could wake Mac up and kick him out, or atleast shove at him to roll over further, but… it’s simply not worth thestruggle.

It’s good that he forgot about that night. It’s good that heburied it. It’ll be gone, again, in a week tops- stuffed deep down inside ofhim like everything else. He reminds himself that he was probably justplastered, that he might have confused Mac with someone else- and pretends hedoesn’t remember the way their legs brushed together as they sat on the carpet,the smell of cigarettes and whiskey on Mac’s lips every time he laughed, theway his hoodie felt wrapped around him, how everything- for one short moment,the kind of moment they play Air Supply songs over in the movies- everythingwas just Mac.

He gets weird on whiskey, Dennis reminds himself. He wasyoung and confused and whipping through puberty like a tornado. He would havedone the same with anyone. It meant nothing then and it means nothing now.

… He’s not sure who he’s arguing with.

Rolling to his other side, he waits for his eyes to adjustand watches Mac sleep. His sloppy, uncomfortable position doesn’t seem tobother him any, and his mouth has dropped open so his snoring can reallyecho through the room.

He doesn’t know what Mac was so anxious about earlier, buthe seems all right now- if only because he’s passed out. It was probably justsome stupid, shitty nightmare.

Dennis reaches out and pulls the blanket up around Mac’sshoulder to keep him from having another one.

Before he drifts off to sleep, he thinks that, maybe, this isn’tas good as it gets. Maybe there’s still one thing left in his future.

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Movies and Karaoke - p.p

Summary: Science squad has another fun sleepover full of movies and karaoke.

Warnings: cussing, underage drinking, killer klowns from outer space spoilers (but that movie came out in the 80s so.......that’s on you lmao), some emo shit at some point. 

Word Count: 2.9k (i wanted to make her a big one bc i love science squad prompts ngl so plz send more ideas. Anything really) 

Did I go back and watch KKFOS from beginning to end just to add all my important commentary I actually made while watching the movie? You bet your sweet ass I did. Do I regret it? Only slightly! Civil War through FFH never happened but Morgan exists and so does the science squad bc no one can stop me from disregarding canon!!

"It's my turn to pick the first movie!" Shuri yells at Harley and ripping the control out of his hand, causing the kid to nearly scream. The girl casts a playful glare towards Harley, making the kid damn near shit himself on the spot. From the corner, Ned giggles, watching the whole thing go down. However, when the door swings open, Ned's head snaps in that direction.

"Shuri," MJ's soft voice calls out, soft yet firm with a tint of humor. She's seen entering the room with blankets and pillows in her arms.  "Bring it down, you're scaring the boy."

Shuri drops the remote control onto the coffee table in front of her. The princess leans back on the large couch, pouting as she crosses her arms over her chest. It is supposed to be her turn. It was Ned's last time, to now it's her turn. But whatever. Instead, she just stares at the black screen in front of her, contemplating her life up until this point. However, not too long after, they hear the door to the in-home theater swinging open, revealing you and Peter with snacks and drinks in your hands.

Shuri and Harley's eyes widen as they look at all the snacks. Bags of skittles, six boxes of pizzas, boxes and boxes of cookies, packs of juice and some water, and lots of other things among that. However, their eyes drift over to the two twelve-pack boxes of hard lemonade that Peter holds in his hands. A gift from uncle Rhodey because he knows how teens can be and he'd rather you do it among trusted friends at home than getting it off some stranger on the streets. Plus, he trusts you and MJ to be responsible about it while still having fun. Plus, it's like four per kid, so it's not gonna do much to any of you.

"Alright, Shuri," you call out as you and Peter begin setting things up. MJ begins setting up the blankets and pillows as well.

You'd invited your friends over for a sleepover, one of the many you have over the course of the year. You'd all settled for a movie night, not wanting to go out anywhere really. The last time you'd had a sleepover, Ned picked the first movie and it would rotate from there. The sleepover usually lasts all weekend, from Friday evening to Sunday evening. Enough time to wreak havoc on everybody at the tower and have the time of your lives. It's Friday night and you're ready for a long night of movies and messing around. It made the most sense to use the in-home theater that your father had installed into the tower; it's spacious, it has the best screen with surround sound which makes movies, karaoke, and video games so much more enjoyable. It's all and all, extremely fun.

As you finish setting up the snacks, you see Harley moving to the back of the room to tone down the lights as Shuri turns on the screen, revealing the home screen for Killer Klowns From Outer Space. You all turn to look at her, casting playful glares in her direction. The only one who did not was Peter.

"Absolutely not," Harley calls out first. He shakes his head, sounding completely unenthralled. You giggle, nodding along. "This movie is so bad!" he exclaims.

"I kind of wanna watch it," Peter cuts in. You all turn to him now, giving him the glare. "I've never seen it-"

"You," you cut him off, taking a step closer to him. "Of all people, have not seen Killer Klowns? Mr. I'm constantly watching movies from the 80s, has not seen Killer Klowns?"

"I've been meaning to," Peter defends himself, looking over at everyone else. They're all still glaring at him, though it's all playful. "I see it everywhere, but I just never get to it, ya know?"

With that, you all sit down, ultimately agreeing to watch it. Harley shoots up in his spot once again, running to turn off the lights completely. When he sits back down, Shuri presses play and the movie begins. It starts off and everybody seems to sing along to the theme song at the beginning. Arguably one of the most wasted songs ever, because it's so good for such a bad movie. But who cares, ya know? However, the movie reaches the point where they introduce the two teenage characters in the makeout area.

"Why would people actively choose to go to a place like that to makeout in groups?" Peter asks. "Like, hey I'm gonna take my girlfriend out to this isolated place where there are already like ten other couple making out or having sex in this exact spot already?"

"Some people are just voyeurs," MJ cuts in, shrugging lights before wrapping an arm around Shuri. Peter hums in response. "Plus that doesn't happen much nowadays."

Suddenly, an ice cream truck drives into the area where all the teens are making out, and over the com, one of the drivers says;

"We'll give you the stick, you give it a lick, and it'll tickle you all the way down,"

Peter chuckles and without thinking it through he says; "That's what I say to Y/N w-"

"Peter!"

His eyes go wide as you all yell at him. You lightly smack his arm, moving away from him slightly as he giggles about it. They all glare at him again before turning back to the movie. After that, not many comments are made until the two main teen characters discover the tent where the clowns are. As the guy pressures the girl to go into the tent, you speak up.

"I've said this before and I'll say it again," you start, hearing Peter chuckle as he wraps his arms around you again. "If Deb was a lesbian or was with a girl, at least, she would not be there and she would be safe."

"Explain." quips Harley.

"Boys are dumb and if Deb was with a girl, the other girl would agree and they'd run away rather than run to the tent," you respond. Shuri and MJ nod, giving you the lesbian seal of approval for that opinion.

"What if it was me asking you to go in with me?" Peter asks.

"Well, I'd maybe consider it, but that's because I have my dad's tech to save me and I'd have Spider-Man with me, so we could easily fight these clowns off. They don't want this smoke," you explain. "However, if it was pre-bite you, then no, I would leave you on your own and run away if you wanted to go in."

"Fair enough."

With that, the discussions stop for a while. Until the scene where the clowns are loose in the city and going door to door killing people. When they ring the doorbell at the first door to reveal a blonde woman in a slip dress with a glass in her hand, pretending to deliver her some pizza.

"Pizza?" she asks. Peter turns to look at you, confusion in his eyes.

"Are-are they going to-"

"Clap her cheeks?" you all respond at the same time, noticing how it can look like the start to a bad porn video. Except, it's a horror movie instead. When they zap her, Peter almost gasps. Was he expecting it to happen? "My take is that if they just did clap her cheeks, they'd realize that they don't need to kill people and they just need some coochie or something. Plus she was cute, so if I was one of them I would have done it, but there's a reason why they're clowns."

Once more, the commentary became little to none until another wild scene much later in the movie. At this point, Dave the cop and Mike -Debbie's boyfriend- are in a playhouse looking for Debbie. The two guys that walked in with them and got lost inside a ball pit, one meant to be a jacuzzi or hot tub of some sort. As the camera pans out, it reveals two clowns, and when the camera turns to face them, it reveals that they're female clowns. As the camera pans out on them once more, it shows their clown boobs inflating.

"Holy shit," Peter screams, causing everyone to laugh. "Screw anime girl tiddies," he continues, making MJ and Ned snort, meanwhile Shuri spits out her drink. "Clown girl tiddies are where it's at!"

You lightly smack his arm, glaring at him once more. Though the room is dark, you can see him lightly blushing in embarrassment. Eventually, the movie comes to an end and Harley is quick to turn the lights on.  Suddenly, over the speakers in the room, you hear Harley speaking up.

"Hey guys, welcome to my show," he speaks into the karaoke mic. When he plugged it in, you're not sure, but the suddenness of it made it funnier. Harley steps in front of everyone and looks over at all of you. "So I'm no comedian but for tonight I am," he continues, earning a fake chuckle from Ned. What a supportive boyfriend. "So, we watched Killer Klowns From Outer Space, right? Well, you know who the real clowns were?"

"Who?" you all ask.

"Us, for even watching it in the first place."

That got a genuine laugh out of all of you. Even Peter was laughing genuinely at the joke, mostly since he's the biggest clown of all for wanting to watch it. Harley bows after his jokes land. He sets the mic down as MJ stands and walks over to the mic. She picks up the mic and looks over at everyone.

"Peter and Harley," she calls out. The two perk up, waiting for something else. "That's it, that's the joke."

"Hey, we should do karaoke before we pick the next movie!" Ned exclaims, his eyes wide with hopeful excitement. You all look at him, not being able to deny him his karaoke. Plus, you love karaoke. It's his thing, not many people can say no to him. He's the charmer of the group, often convincing people to get his way. You are the mom friend in terms of getting them out of certain situations and funding all the craziness as well as physically taking care of them. MJ is the intimidating mom friend, though she uses her intimidation on other people to get everyone out of a different kind of trouble. Shuri is the intimidating and hectic person who tends to get you all into some kind of trouble, but she knows how to cover it up, so there's always some close run-ins. She's the group clown. Peter and Harley are equally the punching bags of the group and they are also the bigger trouble makers. However, they're also the practical geniuses who can make anything out of a paper clip under intense pressure. However, Peter is the brawn while Harley is just not afraid of Tony, so he just barges in and does what he want to get out of trouble. All in all, no one can really say no to Ned.

"Alright, let's do this, you're up first bud," you tell Ned. He excitedly jumps up and stands up in the front as you turn the screen back on. You exit the movie and open up a karaoke program you'd bought that allowed for all sorts of high-quality music. You pull out a notebook from a cabinet in the room with a pen as well. At the top, you write the word 'queue' and make a list. "Come tell me your songs so I can start up a queue."

Everyone walks over to you one by one, telling you their songs and you just write them down. At the end of it, you have a queue of about twenty songs. So with that, you type in the first song that Ned chose. Africa by Toto.

You lean forward in your seat, grabbing one of the hard lemonades. No one seemed to grab any up until you did. Everyone grabbed one, as the song began. As Ned sings, you continue making the queue of songs until they've all been put in and you can sit back and watch. After Ned finishes singing, Peter jumps up and takes the mic. His song begins to play, making everyone laugh.

"Gotta take a little time," he begins, faking a raspy voice. He moves around the room, humming and singing along until the song reaches its chorus. He kneels in front of you, hand reaching out for you. His eyes are screwed shut and everyone's phones are recording you two. "I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me!"

You playfully push him and he lands on his back. Everyone laughs, stopping their recordings to post them somewhere. You giggle when Peter stands back up, moving over to Ned and deciding to sing to him instead. Once his song ends, Shuri jumps up and takes over the mic. The song begins, revealing Africa by Toto.

"I hear the drums echoing," Shuri sings, exaggerating her accent this time. She dances around, singing the whole song in an exaggerated accent. When she finished her song, MJ jumps up and takes over. Total Eclipse of the Heart. Except, every 'turn around' was replaces with 'suck my dick' and the phrase 'total eclipse of the heart' was replaced with 'total eclipse of the fart'. Not something you expected, but it had to be the best performance so far. Harley was the next to jump up and take over.

"I made it through the world a mess," he sings in a high-pitched voice. He sings the whole song to Ned and eventually, he reaches Ned, deciding to sit on his lap. "Like a virgin," he sings "touched for the very first time!" he practically moans rather than sings this time. This continues for the whole song, with Harley singing rather provocatively and dancing in a similar manner on Ned. At one point, Harley even threw himself onto Ned from behind the couch, he claims it was on purpose but everyone knew it was an accident. Once more, as Harley's song ended, you took over.

"We're gonna get a little emo here," you explain. The song begins after a short pause. They all look at you with big smiles. However, to add to the feel, you attach the karaoke mic to its stand and you tilt the stand over, standing over it dramatically like every rock star tends to do. You lean into the mic and begin. "Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine."

They all join in on singing with you. The loudness of it all attracts some newcomers into the room. You don't notice it until Wanda, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Pepper, and your dad are all in the room, watching you headbang and scream to the song. The other five all jump up, turning on the other mic and sharing it as they sing along.

"It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss!" you all scream. You all jump around in unison throughout the whole song, none of you noticed how all the adults seem to have their phones out recording as well.  "Open up my eager eyes, cuz I'm Mr. Brightside!"

When the song comes to an end, you're all giggling and laughing as you hand the mic back to Ned. Before you can all process all the heroes in the room, Ned's song is starting up now. It was weird how every other song after seemed to be emo as well.

"Check yes Juliet, are you with me?" he sings along once the song begins. You're the next to jump up and join him. "Run baby run, don't ever look back!" you sing to each other.

Song after song, you all joined along and sang and danced together. However, once the karaoke stuff was over, and all the adults had left the room, another movie was being put on. It seemed almost unanimous, and the movie selected was the Nightmare Before Christmas. Everyone was tired now, so you all cuddled up on the couches. On the bigger couch in the back lies Ned with Harley nestled into his side. On the front right couch lies Shuri with her head on one side, Michelle with her head on the other side. On the front left couch, you lie up against the back of the couch as big spoon while Peter lies down next to you as little spoon.

Halfway through the movie, Tony follows a sleepy Morgan into the theater room. The little girl remains unaware of her father following in her footsteps. Tony felt her stir in bed and so he decided to check what the hell that was all about. He's about to ask her what she's doing but he stops himself when he sees all the sleeping teens. He watches the small girl scan the room, perking up when she sees you and Peter on one of the big couches. Tony watches as Morgan shakes her big sister's arm until you wake up. He watches you groggily pick the girl up, scooting closer to the back of the large couch, and squeezing her in. He notices Peter shift around before resting his arm over the two girls. He smiles rather fondly and has FRIDAY take a picture of the room, making sure to add a reminder to send the pictures to everyone in the morning.

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rp guidelines.

Mun is Ash. She/Her. 21+. Ruthless Drama King keeps me prisoner. 

This blog is 21+ Nsfw/smut will not be written with those under 21 years old. I will not write with minors. 

I know there are a lot of rules here now but incidents, past stuff in rp scene kind of made it mandatory for myself to put down. Common sense lacks in some too so sorry it’s so long but ya know. Gotta do what we rpers gotta do. <3

tw: potential for triggering content & subject matter due to crime scene investigations/forensic profiling. strong language expected. he is simply a problematic aggressive character in most verses.

no godmodding. unspoken rule but please do not control my character under any circumstances. if you continue to break this rule however I may have to cancel our thread. only in extreme cases.

Don’t have personal triggers but I will not write my muse forcing themselves on any other muse.

any personal triggers you are uncomfortable with I will not write and vice versa.

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want to drop a thread? we all lose muse, get too busy, overwhelmed at times. it is perfectly OK. when I do thread purges I will always post an update and @ those I am keeping threads with. the number of follows I have it is just easier for me to do it this way.

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threads containing 18/21+ material always go under read more. please adhere to all warnings. some subject matter may be unsettling. remember any dark or triggering themes are NOT condoned by me irl. it just needs to be said.

Interactions: non-rp blogs, personals or those not part of current threads: DO NOT REBLOG. this is becoming a problem lately and I really don’t want to be that person but please follow this rule.If you continue to do so you will be BLOCKED. You can like my posts just fine however. In fact it’s welcome! I like to see others enjoying what I write for the ruthless king.

DBH VERSE REQUIRED: It just works better to be able to write adequately and since my muse is from this universe it’s a given. I rarely do crossovers as I feel some just do not work or fit my muse. If I do they are with main mutuals depending on fandom or personal preference.

Mutual Exclusive/RP Blogs Only: This blog is now private. If you follow me and I do the same back it means I want to interact. Otherwise assume I won’t be following back if I haven’t in a week. I have had some odd things come 60′s way and it is why this blog is locked down now.

Follows: If I follow back it means I want to interact with you. If you're a mutual and you still have not interacted with me after several weeks I WILL unfollow. This is nothing against anyone or meant to be unfair/mean spirited. The blog is an rp blog so of course I want to interact with you all. Also I do not just give free follows since this is not a personal blog. 

I would love to follow back depending but if I see no rules or somewhere that states 21 and above for the mun on your blog I won’t. I interact solely with those 21+. I myself am 28 years old. Respect this and don’t lie about your age to me. I have had people lie to me in the past and they’ve been dropped faster then you can shout “Deviant Spotted!”

I reserve the right to unfollow anyone for whatever reason including but not limited to rp politics. Ya gurl not here for rp snobbery or assumptions made. If I become uncomfortable I will soft block to unfollow quietly. I also practice block back. Meaning if I’m hardblocked (which is in anyone’s right who is uncomfortable with my content) I will hardblock back. It’s only fair and honestly it’s a lovely page taken out of one of my waifu’s books.

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I will not  interact with egoists. If I see anything that wigs me out I will just softblock quietly. Elitists go home. I don’t want you here. 

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I do not do passwords or send messages of any kind. If I am following you rest assured that I have read your rules. I do this automatically when someone follows me and vice versa since I expect the same. If I’m liking update posts you can consider that me seeing it as well. 

unfollowing/refollowing: Don’t do it on my blog. If you follow and then unfollow but for some reason come back to follow you get blocked from my side. I don’t need the bs or the attention seeking.

Duplicates are amazing but I will be selective who I follow back and interact with. Nothing personal but I have been the victim of theft in the past. It’s an unfortunate thing but my characterization and headcanons for 60 are my own. I have been writing this boy forever even long before I made this blog. I’m highly protective of my ruthless king. He is my baby after all.

softblocks: I remove people by doing this. It could be for any reason to be honest. We never interact, you keep dropping our stuff, show no interest, I don’t see us interacting after all or any number of reasons to make my dash more comfortable. Do not ask me why I did it. That’s my comfort. No hard feelings. Just move on. I don’t have to cater to you. If you don’t like my methods use the unfollow button and leave my blog. Simple enough.

hardbocking/blacklisting: Yes I have done it. Am I going to blatantly broadcast it for all to see? Nope. I am not obligated to explain why I blocked you. Most times you have broken my rules despite me reminding to read them. Other times there are people I just do not want to see and that is my right not to see them. Same goes for you. Block me if you do not like what you see. I will not censor myself, my writing or who I interact with.

ostracizing people in the rpc: If you don’t like who I am interacting with use your blacklist function. NEVER tell me not to interact with them. If I find out you practice this exclusion tactic on others in the rpc I will purge you off my blog no questions or explanation needed. I totally get it. There are people I don’t like. No one is going to like everyone but do you see me telling others NOT to write with them? Hell no because I know for a fact they have done it to me and others love to listen without all sides to a story.

I also drop people who vague in public servers because it’s straight up childish behavior. I also will not follow or interact with anyone who guilt trips, suicide baits or lies with a pity party song and dance. When you’re found out to be lying or telling other people not to interact with somebody in this RPC I want nothing to do with you. Move on. That’s it. 

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There was something horribly junior high about the entire thing. Not that Miranda thought she had any business expecting anything else out of Eli.

She’d woken up to her alarm and a wall of notifications telling her that someone had gone through her instagram, systematically liking every picture she’d posted in a very long time. In true Eli fashion, the username was painfully obvious and theatrical - GreatestThief321 - and he had apparently gone through her pictures sometime just after two that morning.

Miranda supposed she could give the thief the benefit of the doubt and assume that it had been a reasonable time of day wherever he was, but knowing him as well as she did she guessed that he had made sure that, whatever time it was for him, it would be an unreasonable time for her.

She opened up her phone as she sat up, and shook her head as she got a better look at which photos he’d liked. It wasn’t quite all of them after all. He had liked photos she was in, and photos she had taken, but he had clearly, in a way that couldn’t possibly be mistaken for accidental, avoided liking any photos that focused on Gin, whether Miranda was in them or not.

Miranda shook her head and reached out to scratch behind Gin’s ears. “Not sure he understands the point of a guard dog,” she told him. “I specifically trained you not to like him.”

Gin lifted his massive head, flicking an ear. Miranda waved her phone at him. “Eli.”

A low growl rumbled in the back of Gin’s throat for a moment. Most of Miranda’s co-workers had been surprised that she’d been able to train Gin to know Eli’s name, but Miranda didn’t think it was all that exceptional. Gin was a brilliant dog, and Eli had a larger than life personality. He could probably train a bag of bricks to recognize him.

Miranda set the phone aside and got out of bed. She’d set the tech guys after the username Eli had used, but she didn’t expect anything to come from it. He was too good at what he did to get caught over something stupid like an instagram account.

“What is he up to?” Banage asked of no one in particular. He squinted over the tech guy’s shoulder at the computer screen as though he might find a hidden message. “Is this a threat?” He looked back at Miranda. “Should we put you under observation?”

Miranda rolled her eyes. “Eli has never been violent. And I don’t think he’d send subtle threats through instagram pages anyway.”

Banage turned back to the screen again. “Then what is he doing?”

Miranda didn’t answer. He didn’t expect her to know, and she wasn’t about to admit that she did. Admitting that the country’s most wanted criminal was flirting with her had good potential to be career suicide.

To say nothing of the response she would get if they found out she didn’t really mind. She would never encourage it, of course. And she’d put cuffs on him given even the slightest opportunity. But Eli was charming, and there was no harm in letting him compliment her, as long as it didn’t get in the way of her doing her job.

The tech guy shook his head. “Sorry, Agent Banage. He must have made the account, liked the pictures, and covered his tracks. It’s a dead end.”

“Isn’t everything?” Banage said with a sigh. He wasn’t anymore surprised than Miranda was. “Why bother though? Why go to all of that trouble? Eli’s lazy.”

Only when it suits him to be, Miranda thought. First rule of thievery - never make assumptions. Besides, Nico had probably done all the actual work. “Demonseed probably did all of the hard work,” she said aloud. “I doubt Eli did anything aside from actually liking the pictures.”

Banage nodded, clearly only half listening to her. Although Eli was Miranda’s business, not his, he got easily as distracted by the thief as she did. Maybe worse. Sometimes he seemed to forget there was anyone else on Eli’s team.

The tech guy finished whatever he was doing and turned to Miranda with an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, Agent Lyonette. Looks like another dead end.”

“It’s alright. I didn’t think he’d be sloppy enough to let us get him tham easily, but it would be just like Eli to leave a clue on a lead he didn’t think we would follow. I’d never risk giving him the satisfaction.”

The tech laughed and Miranda let herself out. Banage followed. “He doesn’t do anything without a reason,” he muttered as they walked back to the elevator, half to her, half to himself. “What was the point?”

To get my attention. To tell me he’s still thinking about me. To let me know he doesn’t have the good sense to stop flirting with the agent in charge of throwing him behind bars. Out loud she said, “Eli’s motives don’t make sense to anyone but him. And, no disrespect meant, sir, but this isn’t your job.”

Banage made a vague grumbling noise in response and jammed at the elevator button with more force than it required.

They rode up in silence.

It wouldn’t be so bad, Miranda thought, if Eli was flirting with her for ulterior motives. If he believed - however misguided - that she might be lenient with him if he charmed her, that would be more understandable. If he believed he could use it against her, get her to let her guard down, to hesitate for long enough for him to put a plan into action, that would be a motive she could explain to people, and a tactic she could understand.

Instead, Eli just liked her, and if that helped him stay out of prison it would be a perk, not a goal. Bastard.

It was difficult to be angry with him about it though. Eli was just how he was. He was genuine. A genuine bastard, chaos-monger, criminal, and con-man, but genuine nonetheless. About this, at least.

Miranda made her way to her desk and glared at her stack of paperwork as she sat down. Half the reason she had sent the tech guys after the instagram account, she could admit, was because she’d hoped for a more solid, more interesting lead than the stacks of papers waiting for her.

Miranda got off work, went home, walked Gin, and started dinner. Ten minutes after hanging Gin’s leash back on its hook, her phone whooped.

Miranda jumped at the sound, and then glared at the phone. She didn’t have an alerts that should have caused it to make that noise. It sounded like the first wail of a siren, and she could see that the screen was telling her she had a text message waiting for her. If the thief had somehow managed to manipulate her phone settings…

She picked up her phone and huffed out an annoyed breath. Not surprising. After so long chasing Eli, Miranda was beginning to suspect she’d lost the ability to feel surprise.

#1 Thf: Did I spare you from any boredom today?

Miranda glared at the screen. She should call Banage. Take the phone down to the office. Get the techs to hunt down the number.

But it wouldn’t go anywhere. Eli and Nico were too good for that, and although Eli might be reckless enough to risk texting her without protections just to see what would happen, Nico and Josef watched him too closely to let him get away with it. And she just couldn’t convince herself to waste her evening hunting down a deadend lead instead of eating dinner and watching a movie with her dog.

She looked down at Gin. “The worst thing is, he knows exactly how much he’s annoying me.”

Gin boofed softly in response.

Miranda set the phone back down on the countertop. “I just wont respond. I’m not playing this game with him.”

She made herself busy in the kitchen. Busier than a piece of fish and some pasta required. She reorganized her spice cabinet and set out the dishes she’d need. She stirred the pasta several times more than was necessary.

And then she whirled around, marched to her phone, and snatched it up.

Miranda Lyonette: You’ll get sloppy doing this eventually.

His reply whooped into the room only a second later.

#1 Thf: The fact that you haven’t called the computer hounds down on me for this text suggests you don’t really believe that.

Miranda Lyonette: How do you know I’m not having them track you right now?

#1 Thf: Plz

Miranda resisted the urge to swear. It wasn’t like he was there to hear her do it.

Miranda Lyonette: I’m not going to ruin my dinner so I can stroke your ego, and we both know that’s the only reason you’re messaging me at all. And that stunt with my instagram? Really, Eli?

#1 Thf: What stunt? They were very nice pictures. Your hair looks lovely.

Miranda Lyonette: In which one?

#1 Thf: All of them.

Miranda was not flustered. She put the phone back down on the counter with a little more force than necessary because she was frustrated, not flustered. Eli Monpress was not capable of flustering her.

Miranda Lyonette: Your charm is not going to get you in any less trouble.

#1 Thf: You think I’m charming?

He answered himself before Miranda had a chance to, which was a good thing because she didn’t have any response that didn’t sound like a compliment or a flimsy denial.

#1 Thf: I mean, I AM charming, of course, but I wasn’t sure if you could tell that, my dear Miranda. All that time around criminal files dulls the senses.

Miranda Lyonette: Careful, Eli, if your head gets big enough to see from orbit we’ll have no trouble at all catching you.

#1 Thf: Though you might have some trouble finding a place big enough to keep me. If they imprisoned me on the moon, would you come to visit?

Miranda got halfway through her response and paused, biting her lip hard enough to hurt. She knew how he would take a comment like that. Was she willing to walk right into it?

Miranda Lyonette: Once we have you locked up, I’m not taking my eyes off you. You think I trust regular prison guards to keep you where you belong?

Apparently she was willing.

Eli’s response followed the longest pause in the conversation yet.

#1 Thf: I cannot tell you how flattering it is to receive such a compliment from one such as you.

Miranda’s heart was starting to beat a little harder than it had any business doing when she wasn’t exercising.

Miranda Lyonette: Did you want something out of all this, Eli, or did you just message me because you’re angry at Nico and Josef for not letting you cheat at cards?

#1 Thf: They’re spoil-sports and we all know it.

#1 Thf: Do you have any plans for tomorrow morning?

Miranda stared. He wasn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe she would pass up any opportunity to arrest him just because of a few pretty compliments. And while he was pretty damn self-centered sometimes, he wasn’t that egotistical.

Miranda Lyonette: Why do you want to know?

#1 Thf: Oh, no reason. Just curious about what esteemed agents such as yourself get up to on their days off. We only ever see each other when you’re on the clock.

Miranda Lyonette: If I see you, I’m immediately on the clock. Me not having my badge doesn’t make you any less of a criminal.

#1 Thf: Ah, well. It never hurts a man to dream. I’m sure we will see each other soon enough, Miranda.

Miranda Lyonette: What are you talking about?

Miranda Lyonette: What are you up to?

Miranda Lyonette: Eli?

Miranda Lyonette: You’re a bastard. I just hope you’re aware of that.

Miranda sat down to eat dinner, fuming, equal parts at Eli and at herself for being charmed. It was one thing for Eli to be able to smooth talk his way past security guards, and to convince billionaires to hand over everything they owned. But she knew better. She knew what he was. What he was like. What all his tricks were.

Of course, that was half the problem. She knew Eli, and she liked him. She didn’t like what he did, and the day she could truss him up in a jail cell would be a happier one than any major holiday, but she did like him.

And Eli, goddamn him, knew it.

After the texts, Miranda was prepared to wake up the next morning to an alert that Eli had robbed a museum a few blocks away, or kidnapped some visiting head of state.

Instead, she woke up to Gin growling and a rapping noise at her window.

Gin was already up and out of bed, front paws on the windowsill, growling at it and looking like he might be about to try breaking through it. Miranda could see nothing on the other side.

She pulled Gin back and considered the window for a moment. The rapping continued, with no obvious source for the sound, and after a minute she realized it was being tapped on just above where the glass started.

Eli.

Miranda moved to the bathroom and dressed quickly in clothes she could run in. She belted on her holster and slid her gun into it - not that Eli would give her any cause to use it, he was never armed - and prepared a pair of handcuffs. She purposefully didn’t bring the key; no sense in making things any easier for Eli.

She texted Banage Eli Monpress gloating. My house. and then she slipped out the window, ignoring Gin’s upset barking behind her.

“Ah, there you are!” came Eli’s cheery voice from the roof. “I was beginning to wonder if you were a heavy sleeper.” He considered her as she pulled herself up onto the roof next to him and wrinkled his nose. “You don’t sleep like that, do you? It looks horribly uncomfortable.”

Miranda found her footing on the roof tiles and put her hands on her hips. “Eli Monpress,” she said, trying not to sound too out of breath, “you are under arrest.”

Eli snorted. “Wow, Agent. You got me. I, who am well practiced at fleeing over rooftops and who has every street in this city memorized, could never find a way out of this.”

She glowered at him. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Letting me go? Who said anything about letting me go?”

“If you think just because you’ve made me blush a few times that I’m going to let you keep on wreaking havoc wherever you go-”

“I would never even consider it. In fact,” he stood and leaned towards her, lowering his voice as if telling her a secret, “if you were the sort to let a thief go just because he batted his eyes at you once or twice, I wouldn’t give you the time of day.” He kissed her cheek and darted out of range, just in time to keep the cuffs from catching his wrist. He grinned at them. “That’s a sweet offer, but I’ve had plenty of that sort of thing to last me a lifetime.”

Miranda could feel that her face was on fire. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you. It’s been a while, and with what I’ve picked for my next target, it’ll be a while longer. I didn’t think you’d mind too much. You can probably milk this for weeks, keep yourself from being foisted off onto some two-bit amateur thief that isn’t worth your time. Besides,” he waved his arm in a grand, dramatic gesture, “when was the last time you watched the sunrise you get from this view?”

Despite herself, Miranda followed the sweep of his arm.

It was a beautiful sight, sunlight streaming across dark rooftops under a pink smeared sky. Miranda stared at for a few seconds before becoming aware that Eli was next to her, close enough for her to feel his body heat.

She didn’t look at him as she said, “If anyone ever found out, I’d be out of a job.”

“I’d never allow that to happen to you.”

“Eli, I can’t do anything.”

“No, you won’t do anything. And I love that about you. After a lifetime of hypocrites - your boss amongst them, never forget - I admire a woman of true principle.”

“What do you think you could get out of this?”

“Not much. A few minutes of sunrise here and there, maybe.”

Miranda’s heart was fluttering despite her best efforts to stop it. “That’s all you’ll ever get.”

“That’s all I want.”

“What makes you so sure it even means anything?”

He laughed. “Miranda, if you weren’t interested, you’d have come out here with your gun drawn, if you’d come out at all. This is what your principles will allow you. And I’d never dream of pressing for more.” He kissed her temple, light and fleeting. “You can always say I’m a bastard stalker, if it comes to that.”

Miranda clinked a handcuff link closed around his wrist as sirens began to close in on them.

Eli laughed, delighted. “A rooftop chase it is then!”

And then he was gone, leaping from roof to roof as light as a cat, the handcuffs already falling to the street beneath them.

[luciferismyhomeboy]

You Stole My Heart - Part 2

Author’s Note: Formatting is awful because this was done on my phone...sorry! This time Lucifer only shut himself in his room for a few days before re-emerging. By this point, Dean, Sam, and Cas were home from their hunt and the four of you were in the kitchen, enjoying some nachos that you had made and some booze. The archangel walked into the room and the merriment stopped.

Dean and Sam still weren’t fond of Lucifer and Castiel always seemed torn. Lucifer just stood there, glowering at everyone before turning towards the cabinet where the cereal was kept.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” He muttered, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“Nonsense.” You said immediately, full of liquid courage from the whiskey you had been drinking. “Come sit down and have some fun.”

Lucifer turned and looked at you. You patted the chair next to you and smiled. His gaze slide from your welcoming face to the stony faces of the brothers.

“No.” He said, turning back to the bowl he was about to fill.

“Well at least have some nachos.” You pressed. “It must have been at least a month since you had hot food. Y’know, since you can’t work a microwave.”

He sneered at you, but just then his stomach rumbled so loudly you could hear it across the room.

“They’re gooooood.” You sang, holding the platter out to him.

He seemed to be waging an internal war with himself and his pride lost. He scowled and grabbed a few chips off the platter and put them on a plate.

“Just to shut you up.” He muttered. He took the plate of nachos and his bowl of cereal, and stalked out of the room.

A few hours later, he was back. Sam had gone off to bed, Dean was snoring at the table, and Cas was off doing whatever it was that angels did. You were at the sink doing up the few dishes from the night when you heard him walk into the room.

“Hey,” You said, not bothering to turn around and look at him. “Did you come back for some more nachos?”

There was silence and you turned around, thinking you had maybe somehow been mistaken about who was standing there. But you hadn’t and Lucifer was there in the doorway.

“I’ve never had hot food before.” He stated simply.

You felt a pang of pity for him and you grabbed a small plate of nachos out of the oven.

“I saved these for you. I had to fend Dean off, but that wasn’t too difficult. I had a feeling you’d be back.”

Lucifer’s eyes rested on the plate and he stepped forward gratefully to grab it, but you pulled it back. He scowled at you.

“I’m going to teach you how to use the microwave.” You said as explanation. He rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips, but it didn’t deter you.

You turned and opened the machine, placing the small plate inside. “Nothing metal, nothing plastic. The numbers over here correspond to how many minutes you want to heat something up for. Like for these, you’ll probably want to do two minutes to get the cheese to be all gooey and delicious again.”

You hit the button for two minutes and turned to face him.

“Not too hard, right?”

He shrugged noncommittally.

“Well, at least now you can heat food up.” You said. “And my good deed for the day is done.”

You finished up the last dish while the microwave was going and you were done by the time it beeped. You pulled the nachos out and handed them to the archangel.

“Careful, they’re hot.” You said. Lucifer took the plate gingerly.

“Alright, well, I’m off to bed.” You stated. “Have a good night.”

“But, I’m being social.” Lucifer said with shock in his voice.

It was your turn to be shocked. “At three in the morning?”

He scowled at you. “Never mind then.”

You were so tired. So tired. “If you want to eat your nachos in my room while I get ready for bed, that’s fine. But I’m exhausted and that’s about all the social I can handle right now.”

Lucifer mulled it over for a second and then nodded. He followed after you as you strode down the hallway and into the corner room that you called your own. You turned on Netflix quickly and put on some of The Office while Lucifer sat on your bed and began eating his nachos. You grabbed some shorts and a tank top and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

After changing and going through the rest of your night time routine, you walked out to see Lucifer completely engrossed in the show. The plate of nachos was empty and sitting on the nightstand.

Guess he likes to watch tv too. You thought to yourself.

“Alright, I’m done. Time to go.” You announced.

Lucifer looked up at you in surprise, like he had forgotten you were here. “But I want to find out what happens.” He protested, gesturing towards the television.

You rolled your eyes, but were too tired to argue. “Fine. But you have to move to the chair because I’m going to sleep.”

He moved from the end of your bed to the cozy armchair in the corner without looking away from the screen. You slid under your covers and glared at the archangel.

“After this episode is over, you leave. Got it?” You asked, grumpy.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lucifer responded absently.

You clenched your jaw in irritation, but rolled over and went to sleep.

*

Lucifer had been gone as promised the next morning, but when you checked your Netflix account you could see that he had stayed in your room until he had finished the first season and was halfway through the second. It made you chuckle.

Your good mood ended once you checked your phone. “Y/N – need help. Plz hurry.”

“Shit.” You muttered. The text was from your ex, the only one who knew that you were a Hunter. He lived a normal life though and in the end, that was what had caused the split. He wanted you to settle down and get a normal 9-5. Not in this life time, buddy.

“What kind of trouble?” Dean asked gruffly. He knew all about Eddie.

You were packed and ready to leave ten minutes later. Dean intercepted you on the way to the garage where you kept your car.

“Where are you going?”

“Eddie’s in trouble. I have to go help him.”

“I don’t know.” You showed him the text and he looked troubled. “That could mean anything.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You know he wouldn’t contact me unless it was supernatural. I have to go.”

“Go where?” A voice asked from behind you. You turned to see Lucifer standing there, hands in pockets.

“I have to go help a friend for a little while.” You answered.

“Well, you shouldn’t go alone.” Dean said. “Maybe we should all go.”

You turned back to him. “No, I don’t even know what it is yet. Eddie doesn’t need all of us to be running into something with guns blazing. If I need help I’ll let you know.”

“Well, take Cas with you at least.”

“Dean, no, it’s fine. I really have to get going.”

“I’ll go.” Lucifer cut in.

You turned to look at him in astonishment and saw that he meant it. You turned back to look at Dean questioningly.

“No.” The elder Winchester growled. “Out of the question.”

“Why?” You asked. “He’s no use sulking around here. Might as well bring him with and see if he can help at all.”

The muscle in Dean’s jaw twitched. “I don’t like this.”

You patted him gently on the cheek. “You don’t have to, loverboy.”

You looked back over your shoulder. “Let’s go, Lucifer.”

“Bye, loverboy.” Lucifer said to Dean with a smirk and a little wave as he followed you to your car.

You gassed up the car outside of town and texted Eddie back that you would be there the next day. Then you and Lucifer set off.

“So what’s the deal?” You asked the archangel as you merged onto the highway. He gave you a questioning look. “Well, you haven’t been out of your room longer than 3 hours. Why did you come with me? We have to share a room, you know that right? Nowhere to hide when you go all pouty.”

He stared at you for a moment before facing the road. “I was bored.”

“Ah.” You said. “Well that makes sense. I do have a few rules though, since you’ll be on the Hunt with me. Rule Number 1: You have to do what I say.”

His head snapped around and he looked at you incredulously. You scowled at him.

“Lucifer, I mean it. I don’t care who or what you are, if you’re going to be Hunting with me, you have to do what I tell you.”

“Do Dean and Sam do what you tell them?” He asked hotly.

“Dean and Sam are experienced Hunters,” You shot back. “They can make their own decisions. You are an archangel who is used to relying on his powers to get him through fights. And you don’t have those powers anymore. Essentially you’re a human, and you’re a human who has never been a Hunt before. So you do what I say. Got it?”

Lucifer’s jaw worked furiously for a moment. No doubt if the two of you had been back in the bunker he would have stomped off to his room, but he was stuck in this car with you for the next day and a half. For some reason, that gave you immense satisfaction.

“I mean it.” You said firmly. “I don’t mean to put you down, but it is what it is. If you don’t want to agree to my rules, then that’s fine. I’ll pull off at the next rest area and Dean can come pick you up. But I need to know that you’ll listen to me. I need to be fully comfortable going into a Hunt.”

“Fine,” Lucifer muttered.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. “Great. Thanks. Rule 2: I take the lead in questioning people and everything else. That’s about it…I think.”

Lucifer nodded his agreement and the two of you rode in silence for a bit. The archangel seemed to be pouting a bit and you couldn’t blame him. He hated humans and he had just agreed to do whatever one said.

“Hey, thank you by the way.” You said, nudging his arm with your elbow.

He looked at you in surprise. “For what?”

“Well, it’s a long drive and I have no idea what I’m walking into. It’s…nice to have someone come along. I definitely thought I would be doing this alone. So thank you for volunteering.”

He looked uncomfortable. “How come you didn’t just have Dean or Sam come along then?”

You sighed. “Dean and Eddie don’t really get along. In fact, the last time Dean saw him, he punched him in the face. And Sam hated Eddie too. So it’s best just to go alone, especially if Eddie really needs help.”

He grinned a bit. “Dean hit him? Why?”

“He kept trying to get me to leave Hunting behind, even after I told him no multiple times. Dean didn’t really like that, so they ended up having some words. That conversation ended in a fist fight.”

“So like, is Eddie your brother or something?”

You shook your head, chuckling. “No, Eddie is an old boyfriend.”

The surprise on Lucifer’s face was plain as day. “A boyfriend?”

“Yeah. It didn’t end well.”

“Well, after Dean punched him in the face, I suppose it wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, well that’s not where it ended. It ended when I punched him in the face for cheating on me while I was on a Hunt.”

Lucifer looked even more surprised now. “You punched him? YOU did?”

You laughed loudly at how incredulous he was. “Yeah, I did. I was so mad at him. I knocked him out too, right in front of the other girl. Then I took my stuff and left. That’s the last I’d heard from him since this morning.”

“Can’t say I blame him. You did punch him after all.”

You shot Lucifer a look. “He’s the one who cheated. He deserved it.”

“Yeah well, just remind me never to cheat on you.”

“Considering the fact that we’ll never date because I’m a human and you hate humans, I’d have to say you’re probably safe.”

He gave you a strange look that you could see from the corner of your eye. After a moment, he said, “Yeah, you’re right.”

He went back to looking out the window and you flipped on the radio.

[kl4us4]

SAY IT FIRST (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Bellamy imagine based of “Say it First” by Sam Smith plz, I absolutely love your writing 💗

A/N: aww thanks so much, sorry i’ve been shit at posting and replying to requests but i hope you enjoy this xoxo 

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You sit beside Bellamy as you both watch the sun setting in the bright sky. He looks towards you, admiring your smile as you gawk at the colours melting together into the sky. 

On impulse, he places his hand on yours and you snap your head towards him, your smile turning to slight shock. Bellamy gives you a warm smile and you return it, leaning into his side as you continue to watch the view.

Slowly and eventually, his arms wrap around you, making you sigh peacefully. “I’ve never feel like this.” You admit, sheepishly. As soon as the words come from your mouth, you regret them. 

“What do you mean?” He inquires, resting his head onto yours.

“Like I feel right now. I don’t know. It’s dumb.” You retreat under your mask, wishing you hadn’t been so comfortable around him. 

You and Bellamy are different. Neither of you had the luxury of a tedious and slow relationship. You were pushed together by a cruel twist of fate that had you both meeting on the ground, and that’s how you became close like this.

You never had a first date and you certainly don’t have a terrific meeting-for-the-first-time story. Your first kiss, though emotion filled and beautiful, was amongst the wreckage of camp -- neither one of you knew if the other was still alive, and so a hug didn’t seem worthy enough when you had spotted each other safe and breathing. 

The relationship you have with Bellamy is different. You both voice your feelings to each other but those feelings are never about one another. You guess that he assumes that you like him. And you assume the same.

So in this moment, you opening up is a big step. One that you’re not sure you should take.

“Nothing you say is ever dumb, baby.” He breathes out a laugh, the noise calms you slightly but you can’t help but feel to panic. 

“I disagree.” You laugh, hoping he drops the subject. 

“Agree to disagree, then.” Bellamy sits up, his thoughts running a thousand miles per second. He can sense what’s about to come and, much like you, is not quite sure if it’s time yet. “Y/N/N, talk to me.”

“I’m used to being alone. Sleeping alone, in an empty bed, with empty arms.” You begin, keeping your eyes on the horizon as he gazes at you. “But you, you’re not what I’m used to.” Turning to him, you look up at his big eyes.

“Yeah, well I’m hoping that you do get used to me.” Bellamy smiles as he rubs the side of your arm that is wrapped around you, making you chuckle. 

“You keep me guessing with things that you do.” You shrug, letting out a breath. “I can never anticipate your next move. As a leader; sure. But as a... whatever we are; never.” 

He lets out a small laugh, “Maybe that’s why we’re right together.” 

You laugh, “Oh, I know it is. I know you’re a genuine person, especially when it comes to me. I’m just waiting for our worlds to align, for the right moment to...” You cut yourself off, not wanting to say anything more. 

“I know what you’re going to say.” Bellamy interrupts, his eyes wide with emotion as you meet his gaze. His heart is beating fast, he never thought you’d feel this too. 

You shake your head, “Bell, I’m not going to say it. I’m never going to heal from my past if I run everytime it starts.” You look up at him, almost gasping as how close he is to you. “I need to trust that you won’t leave. Bellamy, I need you to say it first.”

Bellamy furrows his eyebrows. Leaving was never an option for him. Despite the lack of label on your relationship, he admires and respects you. He loves you.

His lips part slightly as he watches your every move. “Y/N...” 

“Please, baby.” You furrow your eyebrows, begging. You don’t want to lose him but you can’t put your heart on the line. Bellamy is quiet, unable to say a word. Your eyes begin to water at the thought that maybe he doesn’t love you. Maybe it was too soon to bring this up. “I need to know if I’m in this alone. Bellamy,” you place your hand on his, “if you love me, say it first.”

His hand leaves yours and you immediately close your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him. With a sigh, you lean back and wonder why you ever thought opening up was a good idea.

That is until you feel Bell gentle place a tender finger under your chin, pulling you towards him. He rests his lips upon yours, leaving a slow and breathy kiss against your lips.

When he pulls back, he presses another soft kiss before he speaks. “I love you, Y/N.” 

You open your eyes, wondering if your brain jumbled his words to something that you want to hear. His full, pink lips are only inches away from yours and you can feel his laboured breathing.

Placing a hand on the side of his face, you look into his eyes. “Say it again.”

He smiles widely, making the side of his eyes wrinkle up. “I love you.

“One more time.” You laugh, feeling a weight being lifted from your chest. 

“I love you!” He exclaims with a cute laugh, pressing his forehead against yours as he gently pushes you to lay your back on the ground. He hovers above you, arms still wrapped around your waist as he smiles from ear to ear. “Say it to me.”

You pause, admiring him as you smile. “I love you, Bellamy.” 

“I know.” He winks, making both of you laugh together. “And by the way, you’re never alone. I admire and love who you are as a person. You’re stronger than I’ll ever be. You point me in the right direction even when I waver from that path. And I love you for everything you are and do and will ever do.” 

“I’m strong because of you.” You respond, glancing at Bellamy’s lips and myriad of freckles upon his face. “You make me want to be as ambitious as you are. You have such a big heart, Bellamy. And I know I’ll be thankful for the rest of my life that I’m a part of it.”

Without a pause after your sentence, Bell latches his lips onto yours and you can’t help but smile into the kiss. He’s never felt so much love for anyone in his life. It’s like something has completely taken over him.

He continues to kiss you, wearing a smile of his own as he presses his body against yours. “I love you.” He mumbles in between kisses, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you more.” You whisper back when he opts from the kiss to press his forehead against yours once again. 

For once, you feel like you’re in a real relationship. You’re both saying three words to each other for the first time and it could not be more perfect.

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