#Okay I'm starting to get used to use the flash shift lol it was very useful to bypass the purple EMMI lol

[supermacaquecool]

Jsjdkdkkfkfkfk defeated the two chozo fighters in Ferenia, I actually had to use gamer skills.......

[genderqueerdykes]

Any tips for surviving the summer/heat? I think I'm probably going to ask for clinical antiperspirant but I'm so fucking sweaty all the time. I do still have times where I'm cold, (mild anemia and inconsistent with my vitamin lol), but if I wear too many layers I get hot and sweat thru all my clothes the summer has truly been awful. I do acknowledge that some of my clothes might not be the most breathable either but like man...

Thankfully it's cooling down but now I have to figure out how to layer without getting damp.

you know, that's a good question, because i struggle with temperature regulation, myself! i've had to figure a lot of it out on my own

testosterone can cause a lot of hot flashes in the early stages, and when doses are missed or late, so it's good to assess how you feel on a given day before trying to do a lot of things outside. you may have to shift your plans around depending on when you're having hot flashes, but they also may be mild. clinical antipersperant very well be a good idea and it's good to check in with your HRT provider if you can look into whether or not this will be a long term thing or if you just need some treatment short term

layering very light clothing can be helpful if you need to bind or cover your chest but also dont want to run the risk of getting too hot, although i usually wear one incredibly thin layer. you may be able to get away with fairly short shorts or tank tops, but it's going to depend on what your needs are when it comes to dysphoria

try to make sure you've eaten some food before heading out into heat. not a ton but just enough to make sure your body isn't fighting for resources because i find chills and hot flashes are way worse when my body at least has something in my stomach. it's also way more likely to get nauseous from being heat sick if you are already feeling unwell in the stomach

i use a parasol sometimes and ive used an umbrella in the past when walking around a lot on foot in the sun. i don't care if anyone thinks that looks "dumb" a lot of people need to shade themselves from the sun, that's okay. sun screen will help a lot if you're able to get some, at the very least it will help the surface of your skin from overheating and contributing to your overall increase in temperature and sweating

if you're using a binder try to take breaks when and where possible so you don't overheat, start chafing, struggle to breathe, etc. even if you can go into a public bathroom stall and take it off and just breathe for a while that's better than nothing. it can become really easy to overheat or begin sweating excessively if you're wearing a binder

if you pack, try to take breaks with this as well, and if it's really hot, you may want to consider leaving it at home whenever you can as you don't want to get chafing in your genital region. wearing menstrual pads in the heat can also cause this to happen, sometimes poorly fitting underwear can do it too. this area gets very hot and sweaty so you don't want anything there that can trap in excessive heat. it is in fact okay to air out your crotch, too. people get weird about this but it's an area of the body that traps in heat and moisture. you have to spread your legs pretty damn far to actually be a problem

try to avoid traditional backpacks if you can, they're huge and they trap in heat and moisture on your back which can make you even more miserable. try to carry water on you whenever possible, especially if it can be chilled in a container and kept cold for a long time. you may find that you want to try to drink more electrolyte drinks (Gatorade, Powerade, Pedialyte, etc.) as you sweat more, as the increased sweating from testosterone will cause you to lose additional electrolytes which are necessary. if you're sweating a lot, don't drink just water, try to get some electrolyte drinks in there, because your body won't hydrate itself as well without a good balance of electrolytes

try not to carry too many things so that you don't get tired or weighed down from having a lot of heavy things on your person. when being anemic and chronically ill a lot of small things can take up a lot of energy, so try to travel light when and where possible so you're not exerting extra energy just carrying things. you can also try to consume chilled things like drinks or cold foods while outside in the sun, which can help if you start to feel overheated

if anyone else has any advice, feel free to chip in! i wish you good luck, i'm very sensitive to heat and the sun so i get it. stay safe out there, if you have any more questions feel free to ask

[cycleoffates]

Just found you here after searching Pumpkin Panic (again). You see, I found that demo back in 2014-2016 and I feel like it made a huge impact on what my art aesthetic preferences are because your artsyle is super colorful and the game really gave me candy and Halloween vibes! So once I a while I search official art you have posted about it. Whether you come back to making games or not I wanted to thank you for creating that demo and showing your spooky ocs. Hope you have a nice day!

hello!!! thank you so much for sending me this message. apologies if my response has been somewhat late, Tumblr's a place I hardly check and free time isn't something I have as much as I used to. 🥲 sorry if this is gonna be a long response too! i didn't intend it to be but I'm feeling somewhat sentimental.

even if i've pretty much been radio silent all over the place, this message has been something I've been constantly thinking about for a while. well, this one and a few that have been left on one of my videos. 🥹 (I'm posting them rq bc they bring me joy)

Pumpkin⭐Panic (yeah, with the star bc i found out there's another game called that now) has always been very near and dear to my heart. i made that demo when I was still a kid in high-school w/ a lot of ambitions. the idea for it was very impulsive, bc it started out as me making a gift for my followers on Halloween. i have no idea how I managed to create a demo for it in under a month (I have no clue how I was able to do it back then 💀).

talking about and posting OC stuff has always made me shy bc I wasn't sure how people would perceive it (or rather, my original, non-fandom creations), but it warms my heart to know it's been (and is still) loved by a lot of ppl who remember it to this day, even if it's very old. not to mention, it's very outdated, littered with bugs and was made on a (now defunct) laptop with a broken audio jack (hence why the audio is so loud (LOL)). making a game by yourself is harder than it looks!!!

it's been......... maybe 10+ years now? i think since it's initial creation. wow. typing that out makes me feel OLD. during all that, I put out another game demo and tried to write visual novels, but none of them were finished/saw the light, either. I'm somewhat ashamed of that too. i wanted to make more stories, but I just found myself lacking the time and the motivation (Tumblr was dying, I started working towards a college degree, you get the gist).

at that point, i stopped posting OC content as much (bc you know, social media engagement with fandoms and commissions gets you clicks!). i kept all those to myself (granted I didn't have a lot to begin with LOL) and only shared them with close friends. sometimes i'd post something on the bird-app, but it wasn't constant.

and then few years ago, a couple things happened to me (for the worse?). it opened my eyes and made me realize how impacted I (as a person) and my creations (as extensions of me) were by others who I shared personal connections with (through relating w/my characters). those things changed my life and made me anxious about talking about them again with others. i got scared. it was bad.

from then on, i shifted my gear towards making a lot of money as I could from commissions. flash forward to the beginning of last year, I had my "icarus-flew-too-close-to-the-sun" moment.................... yeah, burnout is NOT fun.

but at the same time, during those years of making bank and struggling, I was able to connect with someone again who made me love talking about my OCs again. i started roleplaying w/OCs again, I started writing and drawing OCs again. granted, they're not the same ones as before, but they're still my characters, and I want to share their stories with the world (someday). yeah okay, this is veering away from Pumpkin⭐Panic so i'm pulling the reins back on it again.

thank you again (from the bottom of my heart) for sending me this ask. this probably wasn't??? the answer you were expecting, but it made me feel something so HAVE AT IT. 🥹 I have attempted to create some semblances of art for a Pumpkin⭐Panic "reboot" but never got far, so it's most likely I won't be picking the game demo project back up. maybe I'll post them here if I remember to?

i've been thinking about giving the main game some closure at least. an artist I follow did something where when they decided to quit their webcomic, they posted the scripts/concept art/etc of said webcomic so fans can look at it. i think that's something I might try and do, if people are interested.

i also had plans for a prequel game (visual novel written conceptual draft)......... that? that's something I'm still thinking of doing one day, mostly because I have a new OC project now (not PP! related) that I want to bring to life but have no idea on the direction I want to go with. a friend told me that maybe trying to do an experimental visual novel with the prequel (of PP!) might help me get a feel for where I want to go for said new story. it doesn't have a proper name that I'm happy with, but............

i just think these goobers deserve that finished, at least.

thank you one again for your ask, sorry if it was sooooo long-winded, and i hope you have a wonderful day as well! <3

[wooyolvr1117]

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( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ MY PC DARLING ♡︎ SMAU/WRITTEN

PAIRING. streamer!Beomgyu x fem!Y/N

GENRE. fluff,crack, strangers to lovers, frenemies to lovers (later on)

WARNINGS. cursing, slight angst, sexual jokes, online hate comments, douchey comments, OOC occasionally, inaccurate time stamps, tweets might be called notes bc of the app I’m using and it’s an easy app so I’m too lazy to change LOL (more to be added as necessary)

SYNOPSIS.

Choi Beomgyu has built his small found fame on streaming his late night ranked League of Legends games with besties Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun. What started as a stream bet of Beomgyu having to put his next Uber eats pick up order under the name ‘Darling’ turned into an ongoing stream bit where he orders under the name Darling and rates how well the lovely workers behind the counter say it. It’s all fun and games and helps keeps his views up until the seemingly quiet barista at the new cafe on the corner makes him wish she’d call him darling every day of his life. Will the rizzless Beomgyu and his 4 lovable pain in his asses help him win over the barista’s heart? ♡︎

TAGLIST 🏷️. @niccoverse @silvsie @koeuh @xiaoting999 @dakota-04 @makiswrld @fatoompie @captivq open! Send an ask or reply to masterlist post to join!

CHAPTER 001.Cafe Orders

"How's your first day treating you, y/n?"

You slightly jump at the sudden voice of your boss, fingers swiftly typing before shoving your phone in your back pocket. Turning, you face the older man who's patiently waiting for your answer with a smile. "Its going well actually! Everyone here is super helpful and the customers have been very understanding that its my first day." He nodded in relief, "I'm glad, keep up the good work!", before turning on his heels to tend to other parts of the cafe.

You immediately turned to begin working on the order for 'Darling'. "Two vanilla lattes, extra shots, one iced caramel coffee with whip, a large black coffee, and a vanilla ice coffee." You muttered as you tried to remember every drink as you began to work on it. Luckily, cafe's are where you felt the most at home. The bitter smell of coffee grounds and espresso always made you feel cozy and left a permanent smile on your face. You began setting the properly sized cups in front of you, pumping in any flavored syrups needed as per the order.

"Need any help with that?" You looked up at your coworker who appeared right beside you, Hyunjin if you could remember correctly. "Honestly, a little..the drinks are easy but there are five of them" You replied with a thankful smile. He had been the most helpful of your coworkers during your shift so far and you were appreciative of that fact.

After about ten minutes of you an Hyunjin putting together these drinks, the order was perfectly made and finally done. The five drinks were tucked into some cupholders and placed on the pick up counter.

"Don't worry about asking for help on order if you need, especially since you're new, it's no bother to us!" You nodded with a smile, quickly getting distracted by a customer coming up to the register.

"Hi, welcome in, is there anything I can get for ya?" With you best customer service grin, you watched the guy in front of you and waiting for his response. His smile in response caught you off guard, not because of the gesture, but because of how..pretty his smile was. "Oh, I'm here for a pick up order." Your eyes widened as his words reeled you back in, quickly glancing over at the pick up counter to hide the soft hue that threatened to form on your face. Luckily, there had only been one pick up order so you could finish this interaction quickly.

"Ah, okay it should be this one, pick up order for Darling, right?" You pick up the drinks and flash another customer service smile back at him. His own smile had somewhat faltered yet you couldn't read his expression as a bad one. Had you done something wrong nonetheless? "Y-yeah, that's for me." He quickly grabbed the drinks, nodding as a thank you before making his way towards the door.

"Hope you enjoy your coffees, darling!" You called out behind, hoping you didn't make a bad impression on a customer on your first day.

my pc darling ©️ poppinjunie DONT REPOST/REUSE

AUTHORS NOTE. (022623) OOO OKAY IM EXCITED AA!! Just a reminder time stamps are not gonna actually be accurate in this au and I'm gonna keep writing but I hope you guys enjoy chapter 1 😭 It'll get better I promise. Also yes your coworker is SKZ Hyunjin pls he was the first one I thought of LOL

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e10 nihilism (w. steve yockey)

was thinking about this yesterday, how crowley popped in to cas when lucifer had him locked up, and how they might try to manage something like that for dean

is that pam?? ugh i really liked her. wish she could have stuck around. weird how hrm. having feelings about this idea that sam and dean could even have something like this bar. like, an established place for them that wasn't underground in this weird sterile bougie bunker, but something that actually fits them. be up and around people, even if they're still hunting. so is this supposed to be like the djinn format, where it's taking his dream and trapping him?

DEAN How come you always have a boyfriend? PAMELA How come you only want what you can't have? DEAN Whoa. PAMELA Besides, you don't want me. You just like to flirt. I'm a psychic, so I kinda know.

cute and legit

the unfortunate monster teeth on this vampire made it so it's very obviously adr'd in when he's talking. maybe go back to just the occasional flashing of fangs with cg, guys 🥴

SAM Billie -- uh, uh, Death assigned a reaper to keep an eye on Dean and me. Her name is Jessica, and she is always -- WOMAN Hello. SAM Where's Jessica? WOMAN Well, my name's Violet. It's my shift. We have shifts now, because you mess up so, so many things.

cute and legit x2

SAM Okay, look, sorry, but we're stuck, okay? And Death owes us one after we fixed that whole Rowena thing. You know about that, right? VIOLET Oh, yes, the Rowena thing you started.

not sure i know about it though (have to consult the wiki) :S oh god, right. when rowena was trying to get crowley back. the great characterization flip flops of crowley, rowena and ketch

SAM Okay, listen. Back when Gadreel possessed me, he -- he created, uh, I don't know, like a -- like a fake world inside my head. But Crowley was able to force his way in, he showed me how to take control, and I drove the angel out.

oh, wait. did crowley do that twice? apparently so. i very distinctly remembered cas watching tv while crowley was trying to get him to cooperate lol. forgot he got in there for gadreel too

MICHAEL Yes, uh, put a chair against the door. That'll help. Nothing's changed. Either my monsters get here, or I break these chains. But tonight...everybody dies. And, Sam? The last thing you'll see is this pretty smile...as I rip you apart.

he's giving me keanu vibes again with his speaking voice/cadence as michael

SAM It's the, uh, messed up British Men of Letters thing they used to get inside people's heads. I figure if I can get in, maybe I can wake Dean up, get him to fight, you know, to force Michael out.

we're just gonna bring up a million things i have basically zero recollection of. ah yes, the thing that enabled the conversation with brainwashed-mary where dean told her that he had to be sam's mother, father, and brother. the conversation, i remember. context? nada

well i was asking where all the apocalypse world people and there they are. not sure why they're putting maggie at point of this operation but okay. we don't know anyone else and jim beaver isn't in this episode? lol

michael's daddy issues putting everyone's to shame. burn the multiverse to the ground

CASTIEL So much trauma in Dean's mind. So many scars. SAM Well, yeah. Dean's been through a lot, but he's strong. CASTIEL Sam...you've both been through a lot, and Dean is more than strong. What I meant was, if I knew...if I knew what I was looking for, I could just -- I could simply go to it. But because Michael has Dean trapped away, drowning, I have to wade through all of Dean's most terrible memories. SAM Cass, wait a second. Would Michael bury Dean in trauma? CASTIEL What do you mean? SAM I mean, Michael said it himself. The reason he left Dean in the first place was because Dean was fighting back so hard. CASTIEL So, if Michael wanted to keep Dean placated... SAM Dean thrives on trauma. I mean, he's had to his whole life, right? It keeps him alert, keeps him ready, but if I wanted to distract Dean, I-I... I'd give him something he's never had before. CASTIEL Contentment.

haha 🥲

this browsing through dean's traumatic and good memories, someone very nicely has them identified to episodes on the wiki

MICHAEL You don't mean that, Dean, not really. You may lie to them, but, deep down, I know you. I am you. You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he "gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition." Or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other.

he kind of mocked cas's voice there and it's funny to me how he couldn't really pull it off in the way like.. if pellegrino did that line, totally would have worked. but to me, jackles's michael it just wasn't really hitting the right note :p

MICHEL And, Sam -- oh, Sam... You know, Dean was his happiest when you quit hunting, leaving him with your dad, just the two of them. See, deep down, he knows that you will always abandon him, again and again.

feels like it's been a long time since we thought about dean's insecurity over sam leaving. maybe like when sam found out about gadreel? i dunno. anyway. obviously just trying to get a rise out of him but i think these days they're pretty secure with each other in that respect.

glad they clarified via lecture from cas that jack used the soul magic to invoke the angel powers to zap the monsters because i didn't get that

locking michael in the fridge in your mind is going well i see

well of all the rehabbed characters, i'm glad for billie. since her hatred of them never really made much sense anyway

DEAN Rescuing Mom and Jack, helping out those other folks -- I'd say it was worth it. BILLIE And just look at you now. Do you remember visiting my reading room? The shelves and shelves of notebooks describing the ways you might die? DEAN Yeah. Upbeat classics. BILLIE Well, it's the funniest thing, but they've all been rewritten. They all end the same way now -- with the archangel Michael escaping your mind and using you as his vessel to burn down this world. DEAN All of them? BILLIE All of them. Except one.

is it a picture of rebar. is it some suicidal bullshit? hmm. get stabbed by lucifer wielding the archangel blade?

[mysmegrace]

TW: I read over your rules and I don't think I'm overstepping anything? If I am please feel free to tell me and decline the request! I didn't know if you did ships and I didn't know if r@pe comfort was too nsfw or if it would make you uncomfortable? If that's all ok, could I request Zen x jaehee fic/hcs where the setting is at a party and jaehee disappears for a while and Zen finds her in the middle of getting assaulted... How would he act in the moment? After it? And how would he react to her not wanting any sexual interactions with him and being insecure of her body for a while?

Again, if this makes you uncomfortable I'm so sorry! I'm a sucker for angst but I do know that r@pe comfort isn't for everyone to write!

hello~ i've never written from a certain ship before so i'm not sure how good at it i'll be, but i'll give it a shot lol. i wouldn't say you're overstepping my wishes, i just don't write vivid descriptions and lemons. i'm fine with writing this, thank you for being considerate.

tw: mentions and implications of r4pe, assault, drinking.

words: 1.3k

Please, Cry - Zen x Jaehee

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"it's just a party" he said.

"it would help to loosen up a bit" he said.

jaehee should've just listened to her gut, she thought, now surrounded by unfamiliar men. who were they? she couldn't tell. maybe it was the masks covering the lower half of their face or the alcohol blurring her vision, neither were invited right now.

these weren't the men zen had talked about earlier. he said they were respectful, polite men. he even went as far as to show her a picture of them beforehand, attempting to calm her nerves. though she would admit it worked, she could've sworn they weren't the same people.

their hair was styled to the side, excluding the one bald. none of them wore glasses. none of them were under 5'7. they couldn't possibly be the same.

did zen lie to her..? she worried all while attempting to fight back against their pushes and pulls all throughout her body. she had grown too weak. there was no use anymore.

she couldn't help but to give up, having the mentality to just accept it. her presence downstairs, or rather- lack thereof, didn't do unnoticed.

zen had been looking for her while the clock hit the quarter after mark. washroom breaks didn't take 25 minutes, he thought, continuing to search the house. yet after searching every corner and cabinet, he felt lost.

what if something happened to her? he couldn't help but jump to the worst scenarios. there was nowhere else to be searched, besides the upstairs bedroom- the one everyone was told explicitly to stay out of. had she ran off? was she not happy with him? did she get kidnapped?

nothing was looking good at this point. he needed to check the upstairs bedroom just to make sure she wasn't lost. he left the common area to search for the home owner.

where was he though? zen couldn't find him anywhere. surely, they wouldn't notice if he checked in the room for just a second, he thought. hence why he started creeping up towards the room, looking around carefully for anyone in sight.

the creek of the door opening didn't help his case, as he took notice of it once entering. his attention wasn't taken by the sound for very long once he noticed a woman held down on the bed. she was clearly intoxicated, and she clearly wasn't consenting in any manner.

he looked the woman up and down for no more than a second, looking for any way to recognize her. her shoes caught his eye. they were jaehees...it was his woman on the bed.

all hell broke loose. subtly taking out his phone, he called 911 while confronting the three men. one being the home owner, he seemed like the leader in this case. yet who were the other two.. he thought.

that didn't matter in this moment. he was enraged. quickly pulling jaehee up to her feet, he began to argue between the trio. their words weren't comprehensible, but anyone could tell they were full of hate.

looking to his side to check up on his love, her frightened eyes stared directly at him. he had been scaring her.. he realized. no more words were spoken towards the men, at least until the cops showed up.

by surprise, they didn't take long to arrive. he lived by a police station after all. zen just watched in disbelief as the trio got arrested before his eyes. while taken away in handcuffs, he still hadn't felt it was enough.

a sniffle rang through his ear, his priority shifted once again. jaehee was standing right beside him with an expression he couldn't read. she was shaking, her eyes even doing so. she looked petrified, but when trying to talk to her, he could tell she wasn't able to put her words together.

the questioning went by like a flash. after explaining the series of events, they were free to leave. and thankfully so, jaehee needed rest. he could deal with the guys later, tonight would be spent watching over her.

paying the taxi fee, they arrived home. he quickly left to the washroom, while jaehee fell to the couch. her mind was in overload. so much was happening in so little time. as her head met the fluffy cushion, her eyes flew shut.

she was only greeted with an overwhelming headache and sense of dread the next morning. knowingly hungover, her mind quickly recalled the entirety of the previous night.

it was a feeling she had never experienced. no one dared to hurt her so deeply before. this was a new kind of pain. yet she couldn't bring herself to cry. she couldn't shed any tears over the event. and for once in her life, she actually wanted to cry.

crying would reassure her that she survived, that she's still alive. that she wasn't completely broken, and the men wouldn't permeate themselves in her mind. yet, she couldn't feel the saltiness from her tears seep in her cheeks.

zen was woken up not long after, his natural body alarm raising him from his previous laying position. he was met with her sitting figure, blankets cuddling her carefully, staring at the mattress before her.

"how are you?" he asked, his worry prevalent. it took a minute for her to talk, which zen sat patiently for, before she responded "i don't know".

he didn't respond, just reached to hug her. her body went into fight or flight, as she ripped herself away from him. as much as she loved him, she couldn't stand to be touched right now or even have the thought of being intimate in any form.

he was taken aback, quickly asking "are you okay jagiya?". she slightly panicked, knowing she probably hurt his feelings. "i'm fine zen, i just can't stand to be touched right now, or for a while" she answered, quick to explain her actions.

"ohh" she heard, as he realized what had happened. "that's okay, i understand" he said, backing away out of respect. it comforted her.

though he couldn't lie, he felt guilty for her acting like this. it was his idea to go to the party, even encouraging her to join him. he didn't know who the other two men were, but the home owner was someone he had known to be polite.

of course, that wasn't the case. his trust had been twisted and turned. "i'm sorry" he said. he couldn't help but apologize. "no zen, it's not your fault, i just" she said, drifting off at the end.

she couldn't find the words to let out. now more than ever, she wanted to break down. it felt needed to. it would provide her with a sense of closure.

almost like she could grieve properly, before moving on. zen noticed her downward look, the way she stared through the sheets. "please sweetheart, tell me what's wrong" he said.

she took a breath, almost as if she was waiting for something. "i... need to cry" she let out. hearing a confused sound come from the man beside her, she continued "i need to let it out".

"then please jagiya, cry. it's okay to cry" he said. she looked up at him, feeling a faint burning from behind her eye balls. "i can't zen" she responded with a weak voice, as soft as the comforter on top of her.

"please, cry" he pleaded. "cry, find it within yourself to cry, i know you can sweetie". she didn't know if it was her hard efforts or the voice of her lover, but she could feel the drops of water start to meet her skin.

slowly, but surely, she was crying. it felt good. it felt comforting. she could mourn how she was treated that night by natures giving. "yes, good job" his soft voice rang through her ears.

"it will be alright, everything will be alright. i swear on my life, i will get you justice. i will protect you" he said, as he passed her crying state a tissue.

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21:10 AST - 09/29/21

[bby-ahgastay]

Practice room - M.T.

a/n: hi! so this is my first post ig. i hope it’s okay lol. it’s honestly kind of a lot but mark really just had me like wowww. but i hope you enjoy! it’s very dirty with a couple lil soft moments. but mostly just sin.

member- mark tuan 

summary- mark is stressed since he can’t get down a choreo so you help him out by letting him use you to fuck out his frustration. 

word count-  3.5k 

warnings- so many. public place, face fucking, fingering, slight degradation, dom!mark, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, mirror kink, choking kink, hair pulling, little bit of praising ig. idk this shit is just filthy man.

mark stumbles once again, landing with a loud groan. "fuck!" he exclaims angrily, tugging on his hair with one hand. he sighs and sits there for moment with his elbows resting on his knees, head in hands. you watch your boyfriend with a frown and get up to move over to him. placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, you crouch down so you're sitting behind him.

"baby, come on," you sigh at him, soothingly rubbing his back. "you've worked so hard today. all the boys left almost two hours ago, we should go home so you can rest." he just shakes his head and stares at the floor.

"no. i have to get this. they left because they had it down just fine. i keep messing this up. i don't know what's wrong with me, i've never had such a hard time with getting a fucking dance down and now it's just..." he trails off with a sigh. he rubs his face in frustration as you rest your head on his shoulder. you leave a light kiss on his cheek, trying anything to help soothe the man you love so much. seeing him so stressed out always brings you down. you just always want to see that smile that you fell so, so in love with.

mark stands and holds a hand out to you. he pulls you to the couch at the back of the practice room and sits down, pulling you down next to him. "i'm sorry, babe. i know you probably just want to go home already. i promise we will soon," he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side. a sigh leave his lips as he hugs you tight, his head resting on top of yours. "i just need to get that one move down first, i'm sorry."

"i know you want to get it right now, mark. but you're a good dancer, okay? you'll get it down, i know it. you're just stressed right now. and over worked. you need to relax. rest. or maybe at least blow off some steam." you look up and place a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his soft skin soothingly. his eyes close as your touch helps him feel better already.

it doesn't take long for an idea to pop into your head. you take your hand from his face and shift so your kneeling next to him on the couch. because of this his eyes open and he lifts his head to look at you, his head cocking slightly when he can see the look on your face.

"what's on your mind baby?" the slight undertone in his voice hints that he probably already knows the answer. when his hand moves to rub your thigh softly, it’s obvious that he definitely knows what you have in mind. he can read you so easily, you don't have to say a thing for him to know what you want and when, but he always loves making you say it anyways.

"nothing, just... i think i know how i can help you..."

you lean forward slightly to catch his lips on yours, one hand move to caress his neck. the kiss is slow and meaningful. you want him to know that you just want to help him. soon enough you pick up the pace, though, moving your tongue into his mouth and nipping at his lips.

he lets out a soft moan when you move to kiss his at neck and what his tank top exposes of his chest. "you're too good to me baby," you move to straddle him and look into his eyes, lust clouding his and no doubt yours too.

you hum and shake your head, leaning to leave more kisses on his neck. "no, you deserve everything and more my love." you grind your hips slightly down on his. "now come on, markie. use me to blow of some steam." your voice a seductive whisper, you take both of his hands in yours and place them on your hips. his fingers dig into you enough to leave bruises later, yet he's still gentle when he pulls you closer to his chest, letting you be in control for a little bit before he inevitably takes over. your hands start on his face as you lean in to kiss his lips. you slowly move your mouth downward as you continue to kiss his lips and neck, leaving plenty of marks on his neck and collarbone. got7s makeup artists will be very bothered when they have to cover all the dark spots on his neck, but neither of you care at all. you kiss and bite all the way down his chest, his abs, all the way back up then down again a few times.

finally your hands settle over his dick, rubbing him through his sweatpants. he lets out a throaty groan as your hands work on him, your lips focused on the sweet spot on his neck as you do. soon your lips are back on his and he pulls you so your chests are pressed together and your arms go around his neck, you hold each other as close as you can as you move your hips over him again and again. he does most of the work, his hands on your hips guiding your movements and pace.

it doesn't take too long before you're both moaning loudly and he's hard as a rock.

he tangles a hand in your hair and pulls you back, your eyes closing as the sensation rips a moan from your mouth, and his other hand is keeping your heat moving against him deliciously. the thin material of your leggings let's you feel his dick under his sweatpants rubbing against you so nicely, making you glad you decided against underwear today.

"look at me," he growls lowly as he pulls your hair roughly, to force you to open your eyes and meet his as you try to roll your head back. you gasp and look at him while panting, the look in his eyes telling you that he's no longer going to give you any control. you being in control never lasts long as mark just always ends up wanting to completely dominate you. he loves knowing you’re totally at his will, ready and eager to do what he tells you to and let him do whatever he wants to do to you.

"you really want me to fuck you in the practice room, baby? i know everyone is gone this late, y/n, but still... we're in public and you want me to fuck you anyways?" his voice is deep as he leaves kisses on your neck every few words. his tone is teasing, fake sweet. he digs his fingers into your hips even harder than they were, the slight pain blurring to pleasure. you moan and nod quickly, not even caring how desperate you must seem as you whine pathetically. you started wanting to pleasure him, but you know he is pleased seeing you like this. he could get off just on how needy you can get for his dick.

"look at my little slut. always so quick to get worked up," he smirks while watching your hips against his. marks eyes flash up to meet yours for a moment before he can't help but pull your head forward again, hurriedly crashing your guys’ lips together. after kissing you for a moment, just enough so he can taste your mouth again, he pulls away and looks at you fondly. "i want you on your knees baby. i need those pretty lips on my cock now."

you nod slightly before quickly moving from his lap, settling yourself so you're kneeling between his legs on the floor. he strokes your hair as your hands rub up his thighs, making your way for the waistband of his grey sweats. your fingers move under his waistband and he lifts his hips up to let you pull his sweatpants and boxers down at once. as you watch his dick swing up and hit his his stomach you can feel how excited you are to have him in your mouth.

you bite your lip and lean forward, starting by pumping him in your hand. you nearly moan just at the feeling of having your hand wrapped around him again. you can never help how you're just always so eager to feel his dick every time you guys have sex. whether it's with your hand, mouth, pussy, or anything you just love touching his thick cock.

slowly, you stick your tongue out to lick his head, looking up at him to watch his reaction. he stares down at you, breathing heavy in anticipation. you take the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around, mark sinking his teeth into his lower lip at the feeling. he lets you take your time for a while, you slowly work further and further down his length and his head falls back into the back of the couch as you take all of him. your nails dig into his thighs as his tip hits the back of your throat, forcing yourself to hold back your gagging.

after a few minutes of you just slowly moving your mouth up and down on him, taking every inch every time you go back down. but he can't hold himself back for too long before his hand is back in your hair, starting by just lightly pushing your head down and pulling your hair to bring you back up. he grunts slightly as he picks up the pace, and eventually his hips are bucking up to meet your mouth. tears begin to pool up in your eyes, but you don't even care.

you grip his thighs harder and let out a moan as he roughly fucks your mouth, almost making you gag every couple of thrusts. the way his low moans and grunts sound only makes you wetter against your leggings, your thighs pressing together for some sort of friction.

finally he pulls your head up, you gasping in a breath immediately. he pants while taking in your appearance, and you look so fucking pretty to him like this. with swollen lips and messy hair, still catching your breath, tears running down your cheeks and drool going down your chin and neck. "shit, baby... you look so fucking hot," he growls and pulls you back up to sit in his lap again.

despite how rough he's being with you he still lifts the hem of his shirt to your face, tenderly wiping your tears then the drool from your face and neck. "you're always so good when you let me fuck your pretty mouth... are you okay baby?" he tilts his head. you can tell he's still intending to treat you rough, set on completely ruining you, but he genuinely wants to make sure you're still okay with how rough he’s being. even when he knows you love being handled like this he never wants to go too far on accident.

you smile and nod with a hum. you lean down to kiss him and he remains sweet for a moment, kissing you so passionately and softly you could melt away. but soon his hands are on your hips and he pulls you back against him, his hands slip under your sweater and rub at your warm skin before pulling back and lifting your it off of you. he reconnects your lips and next he's hooking his fingers to pull your leggings down just enough so he can fuck you, but not all the way off. he quickly pulls away from your mouth and his eyes go right to your bare core.

"you're not even wearing underwear?" there's a dark look in his eyes. all you can do is shake your head and hum no, your voice caught in your throat. "you really are just my little slut, huh, baby?" he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles against it a couple times. his fingers move up and down your slit, moving around your wetness as he does. he laughs when he feels how wet you are already.

"you like sucking me off this much, hm?" he looks up at you, tilting his head to the side with an amused and smug smile. "come on baby, i know i was rough on your throat...” he moves his hand as if he’s about to choke you, but he doesn’t put any pressure. “but it's not like you've lost your voice... answer me." his smiles falls just as he shoves two fingers into you, your jaw dropping at the sudden stretch. all you can do is let out small whines as he takes no mercy, scissoring his fingers apart inside you. "now," he speaks through gritted teeth as he fingers you.

"yes," you rasp out, your voice sounding rough with how abused your throat just was. "i fucking love sucking you off mark, and i fucking love when you fuck my mouth. it always makes me so wet, mark. i fucking love it,” you ramble a little as your breathing becomes heavy. “god... please, markie, i want your dick inside me so bad right now. please fuck me, mark."

he has to hold back a moan at your words, still not stopping his fingers inside you. the expression on your face as you beg him to stick his dick inside you is so innocent and it completely contradicts not only what your saying, also the fact that your letting him do all this to you in public. at his work place, nonetheless. his head moves down to kiss your neck and shoulder while he ignores your pleas, having the time of his life with his fingers attacking your pussy. he pulls back so he can see, watching his fingers slip in and out of your soaking pussy.

hoping he'll hurry and give you what you want, you whine and force another please to slip from your mouth, but it sounds more like another pathetic moan than an actual word. once again the corner of mark’s lips turn up into another smug smirk, tilting his head up at you to watch you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"you're so fucking needy," he growls out. but he still moves his fingers away, placing his other hand on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his, your noses almost touching. "if you really want me to fuck you that bad then fine," he crashes his lips against yours, only lingering for a moment before pulling back away. "get up," he demands with a sharp slap to your ass that makes you gasp. you're quick to listen, standing up in front of him.

he pulls your pants down the rest of the way and uses his hands on your hips to spin you around and pull you back down on his lap, feeling his dick right against your ass. he lifts your hips and brings you back down on his dick, stuffing all of himself in you all at once just because he wants to hear you moan out loudly. he hums at the feeling of you around him and the sight of your ass on his lap.

one of his arms is wrapped across the front of your waist, his other hand grips one of your tits as he moves his mouth close to your ear. you shiver as his breath hits your ear, him already guiding you to move up and down on him at a fairly quick pace. "look at yourself in the mirror, baby. i want you to see how fucking hot you look while i fuck you," his voice is so deep and low in your ear, sending another shiver through your body as you can only nod. you stare at yourself in the huge mirror on the wall across from your guys’ spot on the couch.

mark leans back on the couch and holds your hips in place with both hands, beginning to buck his own hips up hard and fast. you can't help the moans and curses that pour from your mouth as your left hand goes to grip mark’s arm, trying to steady yourself as his thrusts make you jolt forward every time, even with his hands on your hips to help with keeping you in place. you try your best to do as he said and watch him fucking you in the mirror but you get so lost in the pleasure that your head falls back and your eyes close in bliss.

his right hand stays gripping your hips tightly, your own hand gripping that arm tightly as well still, but he lets go of your other hip. he uses that hand to plant a loud smack on your ass and then he grabs a fistful of hair and harshly forces you to look back up at the mirror. "watch," is all he says. you breathe heavily and whine, but still listen and force your eyes open to look at yourself in the mirror.

your hair is so messy, your cheeks are red and tear stained, and hickeys litter your neck and chest and shoulders. you look roughed the fuck up but that thought only makes you even wetter, as if you weren't already soaking. mark watches as his dick slides in and out of you with ease, low groans and grunts coming from his throat as you drip all over him.

"you're so fucking wet. how are you so fucking wet," he grumbles. "and you sound so fucking filthy. the way you’re moaning so loud for me, baby. you like me fucking you here? right here where you know someone could still walk in, hm? fuck, you're such a dirty little slut for me."

his words only push you closer to the orgasm you feel building while his tip hits your spot every time he snaps up into you. he wraps his arm around your front and pulls you to lay back on his chest as he keeps up his fast and rough pace. one hand stays in your hair and the other travels up your body, his touch raising goosebumps on your skin. his hand stops at your boobs, taking some time to knead each one in his hand, pinching and pulling at your nipples. his lips are on your neck again too and you watch the whole scene, taking in how dirty this is. the pleasure keeps building and building and it's all too much, you know you're going to cum soon. you let your head fall back on his shoulder as high pitched moans fall from your mouth sinfully.

he can feel it too, your walls are clenching around him so tight and it pushes him further and further towards his own high. he knows both of you won't last much longer, so he moves on from your boobs and goes up even more, resting on your neck. his hand tightens around your neck, just enough to make your mind foggy with all the pleasure, and he tugs your hair harder.

"come on baby, i know your gonna come. will you be a good girl and watch yourself cum for me?" you try to force your eyes open, your vision blurred as you can barely get them open. it’s difficult, but still you manage to open them more. "good girl," his voice is so honey like in your ear even as he's panting so hard. you know you need to cum, but you can't say anything with his hand around your throat, not that you mind.

"it's okay, baby, let go. go ahead and cum all over my cock," with his permission you don't hesitate to let your orgasm wash over you, taking over as your sounds get caught in your throat, your mouth open wide and tears pricking at your eyes. feeling you cum around him makes mark speed up even more, brutally fucking you through your high while still chasing his own. his hand also tightens around your throat, and now you can barely breathe but you fucking love it. you shudder from the overstimulation, your brain is too clouded to think anything.

it's not long before mark’s thrusts get sloppier and he's twitching inside you, his cum painting your walls as he slows down. the hand on your neck loosens as he cums, the other dropping from your head too. he moves both hands back to your hips, grinding you hard onto him once as you both come down.

"fuck." he pants and just wraps his arms around you as you go limp on top of him and your head falls back on his shoulder. his dick still inside you, you both catch your breaths and mark leaves soft kisses on your shoulder. after a minute he lifts you slightly and pulls out of you, making you wince at the feeling of being empty.

"i love you so much, y/n. thank you so much," he pants out, both of you still breathing pretty heavily. you smile softly and turn your head to look up at your boyfriend.

"i love you too, mark. anything to help you relax baby. besides, i guess i had fun too."

he raises his eyebrows and scoffs, smiling a little as you smirk. "you guess? did you hear yourself a few minutes ago?" he laughs as you blush, looking away from him and bringing a hand to cover your embarrassed laugh. the light moment is turned dark again in a second when mark moves to whisper in your ear.

"i know you saw yourself. how fucked out you looked," your breath hitches in your throat at the reminder of the sight of yourself.

"but if you only 'guess' you had fun, we'll just have to get home so i can really show you a fun time, huh?"

[evelynns-sugar-bby]

Someone submitted this prompt: Why am I at the kids table I'm of legal drinking age?

I accidentally deleted the anon when I went to post lol, so here it is:

(Technically by her hogwarts year Kelley isn't of legal drinking age for the UK but we're just gonna ignore that little tidbit and say it's right lol)

The heavy sound of feet slapping against stone echoed throughout the empty corridors. Snow can be seen falling outside - through the stain glass windows that pass by in a blur - covering the grounds in a sheet of white. 

With holiday break coming up, professors tried to overload the students with work, wanting to cover as much material as they could before students left for a month. Most students locked themselves away in the library or the great hall, a few even huddled at the tables in their house common rooms to get their assignments done so they could go home. 

But not this group. 

"Kelley that's cheating!" A voice called over the echoes of running feet.

"It's called strategy Mal!" Kelley laughed as she continued to run down the corridor, then make a sharp right turn. The rest followed suit; Emily Sonnett and Lindsey Horan right on her heels, laughing as they shoved each other, Sam Mewis and Rose Lavelle just slightly behind them, and in last was Mal Pugh… who begrudgingly got up from the spot where Kelley implemented her "strategy" and tripped her. She huffed as she tried to catch up.

As they rounded the corner, the goal was in sight. A large set of double doors sitting at the far end of the 7th floor corridor. 

Emily sped up, kicking it into gear as she tried to inch past Kelley on her left. Lindsey did the same on her right, and the two soon had the 6th year sandwiched between them. Lindsey bumped Kelley's shoulder, knocking her off balance which allowed Sonnett to take the lead. The chaotic blonde started cheering as the doors came closer and closer. She reached her hand out to touch as she sang,

"And the winner is, Emily Sonn-"

Her body collided with something before she could reach the door. 

Or rather someone. 

Or rather multiple someones.

Curiously, she looked down at the bodies that cushioned her fall and smiled brightly.

"Oh. Hi mom and dad!" 

Sonnett was pressed into Christen Press, her elbows pushing into her lower back, while Christen was pressed into Tobin who, unfortunately, had her face pushed into the stone floor.

"Sonnett, get off of us." Tobin mumbled, her voice muffled by the floor beneath her.

"Hey Sonnett!" Kelley called her attention away from the commotion, and Sonnett looked up in a flash. Kelley was standing outside the double doors with a smug smile.

"You didn't win." She said before she tapped one finger to the doors.

"Ah damn it! C'mon I was sure I had you this time!" She fussed, her body still laying on top of Christen and Tobin. Christen laughed and pushed herself up, sending Sonnett tumbling to the floor. Tobin rolled onto her back, and Christen helped her poor girlfriend up. Her bright infectious smile had a grumpy Tobin smiling in seconds.

The rest of the group huffed and puffed as they reached the door.

"Damn, Kelley won again?" Sam Mewis asked through a breath. "I was sure Sonnett had her."

"Maybe next time." Kelley said with a wink.

"She only won cause she cheated!" Mal yelled as Kelley pushed the door open for all of them to enter.

"Can I join the race next time?" Christen asks. 

The six racers all turn around faster than the speed of light and yell, "NO!" in unison.

Tobin laughs heartily before she presses a kiss to her girlfriends temple, "you're just too fast babe." She says, causing Press to smile. 

The doors opened to a loud room, filled with voices talking animatedly to each other. Two tables sat in the middle of the room: one medium sized that looked like it fit about 8 people, maybe 9 people, and one long and large table up to 14.

"Worms!" 

"Janice!" Kelley cheered as she ran and jumped into her best friends arms. Alex was ready and caught her in a swift motion. Pinoe and Ali watched on as Ashlyn chugged whatever was in her goblet (probably Dragons Draught Rum). As she lifted it up to drain the rest of the contents, the cup was transfigured from a goblet to a tiny hand sized dragon (yep, definitely Dragons Draught).

The dragon flew into Ashlyn's face, its wings flapping around and talons clicking as it attacked the 6th year Slytherin. Carli Lloyd sat across from them and a few chairs down looking smug as ever as she watched on and chuckled. Allie Long offered her a high five as she took the seat next to Carli, happy to finally not be on the receiving end of the girls transfiguration spells. 

Becky Sauerbrunn stood at the end of the table, conversing quietly with Alyssa Naeher as she carefully watched Kelley out of the corner of her eye. 

Julie and Crystal danced in the middle of the room, Rose and Sonnet were quick to join them, as the rest of the group watched on.

"Hey so uh… is everybody here?" Lindsey yelled over the hubbub and the music stopped. "Like, can we get this started? Ya girl is hungry."

With a quick glance around, they realized everybody was present and started towards their seats.

It was a group tradition that started back when Becky, Pinoe, and Ali were all first years. They'd get their group of friends together and have a family dinner in the room of requirement before they all left for Winter Holiday.

Kelley smiled as she walked around to the large table. She reached for a chair only to be cut off by Becky who plopped down in the seat instead. She glared playfully as she moved a few seats down, past Pinoe, Ashlyn, and Ali, but Alyssa was quick to take that seat, then AD after her. She watched Tobin pull out a chair for Christen, and knew better than to try to take the open seat by them. (Though she was very tempted, just to mess with Tobin) She noticed there was only one seat left, so she made her way over to it only to stop in her tracks. Alex slowly sat down, mouthing a silent 'sorry' to Kelley as she did so.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" Kelley huffed and looked to all her friends that sat comfortably at the large table. Their eyes shifted over slightly and Kelley followed the movement: the small table. 

Aka the kids table.

She glanced around and looked at all the youngins, whom she loved with all her heart. But she was a 6th year! She should be sitting with the other 6th years! 

With a smile and a flick of her wrist, Sonnett tapped the chair to her left. The large table chuckled as they watched realization dawn on Kelley. 

With a heavy roll of her eyes, and a sigh that shook her whole body she walked towards the table and plopped down.

"Why am I at the kids table? I'm of legal drinking age!" She yelled over the crowded room and they all boomed with laughter.

"Because you act like a child." Becky responded, and though her voice was monotone and void of empathy, her eyes shimmered with admiration. (Kelley may be a handful, but she still adored her like a little sister).

"And because the table isn't big enough." Carli answered.

"Isn't big-? We're in the room of requirement! All you have to do is just imagine a bigger table!"

A foot gently nudged her calf under the table and she looked up to see Rose, Mal, and Sam all smirking mischievously. She looked to her right at Sonnett and the girl had a similar look, while Horan had a smug smile. 

Then it dawned on Kelley, and she smirked back.

"Got any new ideas Kelley?" Rose whispered and they all leaned in to listen. 

Okay, so maybe ending up at the kids table wasn't so bad after all.

[porkchop-ao3]

What about a fic where doofus rick gets all dressed up for the reader? I'm talking suit and tie, brushed back hair, lookin hot like a tamale 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 lol, sorry if this is a weird request

Not a wierd request at all, after seeing drawings of Doofus Rick in a suit curtesy of @dorklyevil I think we all need more haha ;3

2.5K words, SFW with an implied sexual relationship, and some flirting :3 enjoy!

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The sound of my doorbell ringing surprised me at first, it was so rare for me to have visitors turn up unannounced in the evening. It was almost six o'clock and I was nearly finished cooking dinner; spinach and ricotta cannelloni, there was plenty of it and it’d keep in the fridge to last me a few days. My heart fluttered as my mind turned to one of the only people I knew who would come to see me at this time of day. Rick. I knew that he’d been visiting the citadel all weekend, helping out with an event that was going on, MortyCon, was it? Well, he’d invited me along to whatever it was but work unfortunately meant I’d had to decline.

I stopped myself from thinking about Rick too much, I’d only be disappointed if I opened up the door to find Mrs. Burnstein from next door coming to apologise for her dog chewing up my daffodils again. I left the kitchen mid-way through chopping up tomatoes for my salad and headed for the door. My heart picked up again when I saw the silhouette of someone tall and slender through the mosaic glass window, and it practically shot out of my chest when I actually opened up the door and got a better look at him. I’d thought his clothes looked darker through the glass, so used to seeing his white lab coat, but Rick was stood there, smiling at me sheepishly… wearing a suit. A full blown three piece, tie and everything, all in navy blue apart from his perfect white shirt underneath. His hair was different too, his usual bowl cut had been swept back out of his face, held there by some sort of hair product. I could smell something pleasant wafting from him, Rick always smelled good but today he smelled particularly appealing… like sandalwood, fresh and invigorating.

As I stared at him, I seemed to forget myself, it wasn’t at the forefront of my mind that he was looking right back at me and he was probably expecting some kind of greeting. Instead I was slack jawed and silent, completely stunned by the tall glass of water stood before me. His face, however, morphed from a pleasant smile to a look of worry as my silence stretched on.

“O-oh my, I-I-I haven’t come at a bad time, have I? I should have called ahead, I apologise… n-not everyone likes surprises, I should’ve been more sensitive.” He apologised, his eyes softening and his hands sliding into his pockets dejectedly.

“No! No… I’m sorry. I’m very pleased to see you, honey! I’m just…” I breathed out a pleasant sigh as my eyes rolled back down his body. He looked an absolute dream. “You look…” I shook my head, struggling to think of an adjective that truly captured what I wanted to say. Rick winced.

“I-I-I must look extremely overdressed. I, um, I just came from an event. A MortyCon event, a… a ball.” He stammered, avoiding my eyes and flushing.

“A ball?” I questioned, wondering for a while about the fact that a ball seemed like an odd event for a Morty convention. I shook my head and chuckled to myself, pulling my door open wide and stepping aside to let him in. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why we’re still standing on the doorstep, come in. I was going to say that you look very handsome. Don’t worry about feeling overdressed, I certainly won’t complain.” I flashed him a cheeky smile as he stepped through the door, a bashful, toothy expression crossed his face as he toed his shoes off in the entryway.

“Oh, y-y-you think so? Oh, th-thank you. It’s just- it’s just a suit that’s been sitting at the back of my wardrobe for years. I rarely have a reason to dress up these days.” He said, standing in the hallway as I shut the door. I waved him through to the sitting room and he ventured in, he was always very polite when visiting my home, and would never do anything that he feared could be considered rude. I’d tried to reassure him that my home was practically his home and he could do as he pleased here, but he hadn’t yet gathered the boldness to fully relax.

Rick took a seat on the sofa, his attention on the TV, which was tuned into a music channel playing rock music from the seventies. I watched him for a moment, taking in his swept back hair and his lovely neat attire, I couldn’t help but swoon. He was incredibly handsome. I walked over to the back of the sofa and rubbed his shoulders gently, feeling him tense for a moment before relaxing and tilting his head back to look up at me. I leaned down and kissed his forehead once before giving him a smile.

“Care for some dinner, handsome? There’s plenty for two.” I asked him. “Spinach and ricotta cannelloni; your recipe.” I added.

“Ohh, you like that recipe?” He sat up, turning around to face me with an excited expression on his face that made my heart soar. I nodded.

“I love it! You must tell me more of your secrets, perhaps I’ll get to be half as good a cook as you one day.” I chuckled.

“I’m more than happy to give you more recipes. I’d love to stay for dinner, I-I-I’m sure it’s going to be delicious, just as good, if not better than what I could do!”

“You can be the judge of that once you’ve tried it.” I laughed, flushing under his unearned praise. “I’m going to finish up. Feel free to change the channel if this isn’t to your taste, dinner won’t be a moment.” I told him, turning and heading back to the kitchen.

It didn’t take me long to finish up the salad and I was soon placing steamy plates full of pasta on the dining table along with a big bowl of salad; full of mixed leaves, sliced up peppers, tomatoes and cucumber, with a little balsamic dressing drizzled over and tossed through. I called Rick over and we each took a seat next to each other. I munched on a wedge of tomato as he picked up a forkful of pasta; I watched him as inconspicuously as I could, waiting to see his reaction. Well, for that reason and because I could barely keep my eyes off him, still not used to seeing him so polished and formal.

“Careful, it’ll be hot.” I warned just before he plopped it into his mouth. He paused and blew on it for a moment, smiling gratefully at me. I noticed he started to fidget under my gaze, clearly made self conscious by my watching. Instead, I dropped my eyes down to the tie he was wearing. It was a real whopper, straight from the seventies with brightly coloured garish patterns. There were oranges and reds with pops of green and blue, thread woven in that shifted colour in different angles and lighting. I lived for that kind of thing, and I remembered mentioning this to Rick a few weeks ago on a trip to a department store. We’d passed a display full of ties, quite similar to this one, and he’d chuckled as I gushed over the frankly ugly ties, I’d explained how much more interesting they were than the regular, more modern designs. I pondered that moment for a while, watching as a blue triangle shape shifted to orange with Rick’s movements.

“Mmm! Wow.” Rick murmured, holding a hand politely in front of his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, elaborating on the noises he made once his mouth was empty. “This is really good, (y/n)! It t-t-tastes a little different to when I make it, have you done something different?”

“Oh, well yes… I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” I chuckled, blushing. “I didn’t have all of the fresh herbs your recipe called for, I had to use a dried italian mix as a sort of substitute.” I admitted.

“You must show me which mix you used! This gives it a lovely flavor.” He said, and I was pleased that my slightly less fresh, pre prepared set of herbs hadn’t disappointed him. I tucked into my own meal, feeling rather proud of myself.

“I will.” I smiled. “So how was MortyCon?” I asked, and his face lit up.

“Oh, it was wonderful! S-so much was going on. J-just like with RickCon, but I find MortyCon has a slightly different atmosphere. I-i-it’s a little more relaxed, fun, friendlier… I guess because less Rick’s attend. There really are only a few Rick’s helping with crowd control and otherwise just supervising, the rest is up to the M-M-Mortys.” He explained. “My favourite part was the gaming center, I’ve never seen so many smiling Mortys, they played all sorts; card games, board games, r-role playing games. And just outside the gaming room there was a Rick handing out free ice cream to the winners of each game. He had is own ice cream truck, I th-think he was at RickCon, now I mention it.” He pondered aloud to himself thoughtfully.

“That’s nice of him. I can imagine MortyCon would be very different, I’m sorry I couldn’t go with you. Perhaps next time.” I smiled. “How was the ball?” I asked.

“The ball?” He repeated.

“Yes. The ball you said you came straight from.” I reminded him and his eyes widened.

“Oh! Of course. I-I-I’m sorry, I don’t know where my head was at.” He chuckled, turning pink. “It… it was nice. It was- well, it was more of a dinner party than a ball, I suppose.” He said, looking down at his plate.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into having dinner! I hadn’t considered that you’d eaten already, don’t force yourself to eat on my behalf.” I said, suddenly feeling guilty.

“No! That’s not- oh, I don’t know what to say. Forgive me.” He said sadly. “I actually… well, I-I-I lied.” He stammered, his eyes wide, mortified and guilty. I paused, cocking a brow at him. Despite the fact that he’d lied, I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. He was a bad liar, obviously, he hadn’t kept it up for long at all. He was too kind.

“Um, okay. What did you lie about?” I asked, utterly confused.

“There wasn’t a ball, or a dinner party. I made that up.” He sighed, placing his fork down. “Truth is, I-I-I felt really bad that you couldn’t come with me, and I’d be gone for the whole weekend. So I… oh this feels very silly and presumptive, I’m embarrassed.” He muttered.

“Rick? It’s okay. I’m not going to be mad or anything.” I said softly, reaching out to rub my fingertips soothingly over the back of his hand.

“Re-remember when we went to that department store the other week, and we walked through the men’s section?” I asked.

“Yes.” I nodded, smiling at the memory that filled my mind for the second time that day.

“Well you really liked the ties there. Y-you looked really pleased when you were browsing through all those bright colours. An-and you also told me you like it when men wear suits and ties. You’ve mentioned it a number of times, actually…” He trailed off with a chuckle. I cleared my throat and looked away sheepishly, thinking back to the other times I recalled mentioning my penchant for a man in a suit.

There was my sister’s wedding, which Rick and I had planned on going to together before it got cancelled at the last minute. There was the time I was flicking through the fashion magazine left behind on our table in our favourite coffee shop, that was full of pretty people in expensive suits and dresses. There was also the time on our vacation to Spain when Rick had dressed up in a nice navy blazer to go out to dinner, the closest I’d seen to him wearing a suit and I’d had a glass of wine too many. I’d drooled a little too much over him that night, and I’d embarrassed myself despite his reassurance and kindness. There were plenty of other memories too, and I wondered if Rick ever got sick of listening to me spout off about such shallow things.

“Sorry about that.” I said in a small voice.

“No, it’s not- it’s completely fine. That’s actually why I’m dressed like this. I was be-being silly but I thought you might like it. I wanted to make you happy since you couldn’t come with me. N-now I think about it a little more, it sounds very self absorbed and egotistical, to think y-y-you’d be happy with this, that I could make up for it just by putting on a suit. You d-deserve better than that.” He said, his tone full of shame.

“You dressed up just for me?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nodded, peeking up at me. My heart picked up, and I suddenly felt like a little school girl. I was flattered, giddy, touched and excited all at the same time.

“While I don’t think you need to make anything up to me- it was works fault that I couldn’t come- I’m very flattered that you’d put in this effort to make me happy. It certainly worked; I am happy. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve barely been able to look away. You look incredible.” I said softly, smiling at him and watching his features relax.

“You think so? Honestly, I fe-feel a little silly.” He laughed.

“Well you don’t look silly.” I whispered, turning in my chair slightly to face him. I kissed his cheek and brought my hand up to his head. I brushed my hand over his hair, careful not to dislodge any locks. Whatever product he used in his hair, it still felt silky and soft, not like that crispy hairspray texture. Up close I could smell more of that sandalwood and inhaled deeply, leaning in for a kiss on the lips. Rick turned to face me more and placed his hand on my thigh, responding to the kiss with his characteristic tenderness. I moaned softly into the kiss, a small sound that I hoped conveyed my appreciation.

Rick pulled away first, glancing at his plate of food. I knew he’d be worrying about it going cold, or even going to waste, but I wasn’t bothered. That’s what microwaves were for.

“Your hair like this makes you look very suave, stylish. You look like you could be a spy or something. Like James Bond. Or maybe a really powerful businessman. But mostly you look like my very smart, very attractive boyfriend.” I giggled, going in for another kiss. He kissed back immediately, pressing closer to me, chasing my lips with his own whenever I pulled back just a little to tease him.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying; th-this treatment is certainly encouraging me to dress up more often. Perhaps we could go to that new fan-fancy restaurant in town one evening?” He murmured against my lips. I giggled, biting my lip and pulling back a little to look him in the eye.

“Well, I’m being encouraged to ditch this cannelloni and drag you upstairs, Mr. Sanchez. You’re much tastier and you’re very good at being irresistible.” I said, feeling heat creep underneath my skin, all over. I was buzzing with enthusiasm, with desire.

“Ohh.. oh wow.” He chuckled, looking down and flushing. I caught his eye again, tilting his head up with a finger under his chin. I quirked a brow at him suggestively. “What about the food?” He asked.

“We can just reheat it once we’ve worked up an appetite, how does that sound?” I asked, and that was all the convincing he needed.

[sunriseinorbit]

Clumsy Cause I'm Falling In Love

This is my gift for @artisticautistic for the @bnhasummerexchange!! (I couldn’t fit in a lot of krbk but it’s kinda there lol) Enjoy!

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There are times when Midoriya Izuku wishes he could be more like Uraraka Ochako.

Uraraka isn’t shy like Izuku is. When anyone comes into the Kamui Wood Cafe, she’s there to greet them by name if she knows it and with a smile if she doesn’t. She strikes up conversations at the counter and never fails to make people smile.

Izuku just makes the drinks and remains, as always, too nervous to talk to anyone without becoming a stuttering mess.

It's eight o’clock on a normal Thursday night. The busiest part of the evening is over, even though there's another hour until closing. There are a few people at tables across the cafe, laptops out and coffee cups too large for the time of night already half-empty. It's quiet - the chatty people have all left by now and the only people here are the students who have papers due tomorrow.

Uraraka’s chatting with the guy sitting at the table closest to the counter. Apparently, they're in the same calculus class.

Iida’s wiping down the empty tables with almost automatic motions. He moves from one table to the next in seconds, spraying down the table with one hand and wiping it dry with a paper towel with the other.

And Izuku’s putting the finishing touches on a latte behind the counter. He's not good at latte art by any stretch, but he can make a pretty flower at the very least, and that's what he adds to every for-here order.

“Small latte with soy milk, for here!” He calls, sliding the mug down to the end of the counter.

Someone comes up to take the mug with a thank you and a smile. Uraraka probably knows her name, but Izuku doesn't, so he just smiles back and hopes it isn't awkward.

“Hey, Deku!” Uraraka calls from the register. “I'm going to put my music on, can you man the counter if anyone comes in?”

“Y-yeah, I think so!” Izuku calls back, sliding down the counter as Uraraka heads over to the speaker in the corner, phone in hand.

“Wait, are you changing the music?” Iida asks.

“Yes, your smooth jazz is putting me to sleep!” Uraraka laughs. “We still have another hour until closing, I can't last that long!”

“I have other music-”

“Like what?”

As if on cue, the jazz fades into silence and the opening riff of Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” blasts through the cafe.

“Oh.” Uraraka nods, trying to hold back a giggle. “I see.”

The bell over the door jingles, catching Izuku’s attention. Uraraka’s been away from the counter for thirty seconds, obviously his luck is just bad enough to have someone walk in-

The man walking into the cafe is, to put it bluntly, really really pretty. Izuku has no idea how someone wearing something as plain as black Converse high-tops could look that pretty. He wears black Converse high-tops sometimes and there's no way he could ever look that pretty. Maybe it's the fact that the man’s wearing all black while looking more elegant than emo. That's probably due to the shoes and the black bomber jacket.

But that just makes Izuku notice his hair - red on the left, white on the right, neatly parted down the middle. And his face - there’s a scar over his left eye, but other than that, his skin is smooth and bright. And his eyes - the left blue, the right brown, both colors bold in a way that draws Izuku in like quicksand. And everything else about him.

God, he’s beautiful.

“Hi, welcome to Kamui Wood!” Uraraka shouts from next to the speaker, shooting Izuku a look.

The man nods and walks up to the counter and oh god why does Izuku have to be manning the counter now?

“H-hi, welcome to Kamui Wood, w-what can I get started for you today?” Izuku tries and fails to keep his composure.

“Um, hi.” The man frowns - oh no he thinks Izuku’s weird and they’re going to lose a customer and it’s all his fault - and looks up at the options up on the chalkboard on the back wall. “Can I get a medium mocha?”

“Okay.” Izuku nods, watching Uraraka get back behind the counter out of the corner of his eye. “D-do you want milk or dark chocolate?”

The man pauses in thought. “...Dark.”

“And f-for here or to go?” Izuku asks.

“To go.”

Uraraka whispers something excitedly under her breath, but Izuku has no idea what or why.

“All right, we’ll whip that r-right up!” Izuku grabs a to-go cup and writes down the order, handing the cup to Uraraka.

The man goes to sit down at one of the tables and another customer comes in. The next order is a lot easier for Izuku to take.

“Medium mocha, dark chocolate, to go!” Uraraka singsongs, sliding the drink along the counter. There’s a black Sharpie in her hair that almost falls out as she talks, but she’s clearly trying to keep it hidden.

The man picks it up, looking at the cup with a frown before he turns on his heel and leaves the shop, bell jingling over the door as it slams shut.

Izuku doesn’t make much of it, finishing his shift without much trouble. He helps everyone close up, a little after nine when all the customers have left, and when the doors are locked, he walks home with Uraraka just like he usually does. They both exchange “See you tomorrow”s with Iida as he walks the other way down the sidewalk.

Uraraka has a spring in her step and a smile on her face that she’s obviously trying to hide. She’s seemed happy ever since she made that mocha, and Izuku has no idea why.

“Are you all right?” Izuku asks.

“Fine!” Uraraka flashes him a thumbs-up. “Just glad to be done, that’s all!”

Izuku has the weirdest feeling that she’s lying about that. “You know, you shouldn’t have caffeine so late, you aren’t going to sleep well.”

“It’s not caffeine, Deku!”

“Then what is it?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Uraraka laughs. “Really, if anyone needs caffeine right now, it’s you. Don’t you have a paper due tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Did you finish it already?” Uraraka asks, eyes wide.

“No!” Izuku chuckles. “Definitely not. But I’ve outlined the whole thing, I just need to write it.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

They walk in silence a little longer in the dark, barely encountering anyone on the street. The walk back to their dorm from the cafe isn’t a long one, but it always seems longer when there isn’t anyone around.

When they get inside, they take the stairs instead of the elevator, since Izuku’s room is on the second floor and Uraraka’s is on the third. It’s one more push after standing up for four hours, but it’s doable.

“Well, goodnight!” Uraraka grins. “Good luck on that paper!”

“Thanks.” Izuku smiles back. “See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

Uraraka heads up the stairs as Izuku walks down the second-floor hallway to his room. He unlocks the door and puts his bag down on his bed before sitting next to it, leaning back against the wall.

He takes his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack for the first time in four hours. There are three texts waiting for him, each one given its own separate blurb on his lockscreen.

The oldest unread message is one from his roommate, Kirishima, who’s on a study date - knowing him, there’s a lot more emphasis on date. The next one is from someone in his chemistry class, asking him what he’s doing for the review.

The last text is from an unknown number, and his first thought is that it’s just spam or a wrong number. Around ninety percent of the time, that’s what it is.

But as soon as he opens the text, he knows this situation definitely falls into the other ten percent.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:04 PM

This number was written on my mocha at Kamui Wood, so I thought I’d say hello.

Izuku narrows his eyes at the text, trying to make sense of it, before he realizes what’s going on.

The Sharpie in Uraraka’s hair. The excitement in her voice when she yelled out the order. The smile she couldn’t shake when they were walking home.

Izuku screams into his pillow, extremely glad Kirishima isn’t home right now. He doesn’t know whether to be mad at Uraraka for embarrassing him or thankful for giving him the opportunity to talk to the man from the shop again.

What is he supposed to say? “Hi nice to meet you”? “Well this is awkward”? “I think my friend’s trying to set us up I’m so so so so sorry”? This guy probably doesn’t even know whose number he has. For all he knows, he might think he’s texting Uraraka right now.

Izuku groans. He has to at least sort that out.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:17 PM

Yeah hi!

He hits send before he can say anything else he’ll regret. He’s walking on thin ice right now and he knows it; any wrong move could ruin everything. He’ll introduce himself when it feels right.

His phone buzzes and he jumps.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Were you at the register?

That was easy.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Yeah

Izuku realizes right after hitting send that the guy thinks he wrote his own number on the cup, even though he didn’t. What if he thinks he’s too bold or too obvious or too much? But he can’t clear that up without saying that he didn’t write the number himself but that would make him seem pathetic and why is Uraraka like this-

Another buzz.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Oh.

Izuku clutches the phone to his chest and lies back on the bed with a groan. What does that even mean? Is that a positive oh or a negative oh?

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:19 PM

If you don’t mind, could we talk sometime tomorrow or the next day?

Izuku’s heart cannot handle any of this.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:19 PM

Totally, I’m working 5-9 tomorrow so you can stop by anytime!

Every four-hour shift, Izuku gets one fifteen-minute break. Is fifteen minutes enough to sort something like this out? He hopes it is.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:20 PM

Thank you.

Izuku still doesn’t know if that’s positive or negative or both or neither and his heart is racing at the speed of sound.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:21 PM

I’m Todoroki Shouto, by the way.

Izuku blinks. As stupid as it sounds, he didn't think Todoroki could have a name. Don't angels have names that can't be spoken in human tongues or something like that?

He's briefly tempted to slap himself in the face. This is real, it's happening, and he needs to get a grip if he doesn't want to ruin this chance.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:21 PM

I'm  Midoriya Izuku, nice to meet you!!

He drops his phone onto the other end of the bed and brings his knees to his chest. Does he have a date tomorrow? Does that count as a date? Todoroki said he wanted to talk, what does that mean?

When Kirishima gets back, Izuku still hasn't worked on the paper.

“How are you?” Uraraka asks on the way to work the next day, like nothing’s wrong.

“Fine,” Izuku answers.

“Did you finish that history paper?”

“Yeah.” Izuku stayed up until three in the morning to finish it, but that counts.

“That's good.” Uraraka smiles. “Anything interesting happen last night?”

Izuku freezes in his tracks. “I don't know, you tell me.”

“Wait, did he actually call you?” Uraraka stops, too, eyes wide. “I didn't-”

“He texted me,” Izuku says, “He said he wanted to talk-”

“What, when?” Uraraka grins. “Does this mean you have a date?”

“I don't know, I'll find out tonight.” Izuku’s already freaking out and he hasn't even gotten to work yet. He's going to have to take the register the whole time because if he doesn't, he's definitely going to spill hot coffee on himself.

“Do you need a pep talk?” Uraraka asks. “If you don't want one from me, I can ask Iida to give you one, he's good at those.”

Izuku sighs. “I have no idea.”

“Sorry for springing this on you.” Uraraka’s smile turns sheepish and a little ashamed. “I thought it would help you get off on the right foot, but now you're nervous and-”

“It's fine.” Izuku gives her a smile in return. He definitely didn't have the guts to do what she did, but there was definitely a part of him that wanted to. And thanks to her, here he is. He's just scared. Really, really scared.

Uraraka gets to the shop first and rubs away the condensation on the window to get a look inside. “Iida’s in there, I'll ask him to give you some encouragement. Come on!”

Before Izuku can protest, Uraraka’s already dragging him into Kamui Wood with a strength no one except him and the people in her weight training class know she possesses. Of course she would take weight training for her required physical education elective. Of course.

“Iida!” She shouts, dragging Izuku back behind the counter toward the break room. “Deku’s going to talk to his crush tonight, so when he gets his stuff on, can you tell him he's going to do great?”

“...I'll try.” Iida nods, slightly confused but determined.

“Did you really have to reveal all that here?” Izuku hisses. Iida’s not the only person behind the counter, Jirou’s here and so is-

“Wait, Midoriya, you have a crush?” Kaminari leans over toward him with a grin, still measuring out some milk for a drink. “I didn't know that!” He turns to Jirou and asks, “Did you know that?”

Jirou shakes her head. “You talk to him more than I do.”

“Who is it?” Kaminari asks, always the local gossip. “Are they coming here?”

“Can it, you're just freaking him out more.” Jirou gives Izuku a little smile. “Don't worry about it, you got this.”

“Thank you!” Izuku runs back toward the break room to clock in, put his backpack down, and slip on the standard apron, running into Kaminari and Jirou on the way out, both clocking out right at five. He heads to the register and takes his first order of the night, but not before Kaminari obnoxiously yells “Good luck!” as he walks out.

“I was asked to give you some encouragement,” Iida says in between orders, his voice noticeably calmer than both Kaminari’s and Uraraka’s. “Would you still like it?”

“Sure.” Izuku nods. “Fire away.”

“It's just a conversation,” Iida says, “You have plenty of experience with those.”

“Yeah, you took his order just fine yesterday!” Uraraka adds, “You didn't explode then, and you won't now!”

“You're also a generally likeable person, and for good reason,” Iida continues, “You managed to set this up-”

“And that means he at least kind of likes you!” Uraraka interrupts, “You're going to be fine, right, Iida?”

“Right.”

“Thank, guys.” Izuku fiddles with his hands and looks right at the door, just waiting for the bell to jingle and for Todoroki to walk in and for this to happen so it can be over and he doesn't have to freak out about it anymore.

When the bell rings, it's the only thing Izuku can hear.

Todoroki looks just as good today as he did yesterday, which shouldn't be a surprise but definitely still is. But there's something different about him today, and Izuku has no idea what it is.

“Want me to take over the register?” Uraraka whispers.

“Yeah,” Izuku whispers back.

Todoroki catches his eye and starts walking up to the counter and oh god this is actually happening-

“H-hi, Todoroki!” Izuku squeaks out.

“...Hi.” Todoroki frowns. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, totally!” Izuku nods erratically, stepping out behind the counter. “Back here.”

He doesn't even wait for Todoroki to follow him before he's walking back to the break room, heart racing in his chest. He's never been this nervous, this is all just moving so fast.

“I'm sorry,” he says as soon as the door is shut behind the two of them.

“For what?” Todoroki narrows his eyes in confusion. ”I was the one who asked.”

“No, it's not that, my-” Izuku sighs. “My friend wrote my number on the cup, she’s... like that sometimes.”

“So you don't-”

“Nonono, I just needed you to know before- before anything else happens.” Izuku is truly incredible at this why is he so nervous-

“Right.” Todoroki slowly nods. “About that.”

“Yeah?” This is the part where Izuku gets a no, he can just feel it-

“How does this weekend sound?” Todoroki’s cheeks are redder than they've ever been, and it might just be the room temperature but he definitely isn't cool and collected anymore.

Wait. “Like a date?”

“...Yes.”

Izuku doesn't know what to say. He could faint. How did this happen? “...Yeah, sure.”

“That was... simple,” Todoroki says.

“Yeah, really!” Izuku laughs. “Sorry this room is so stuffy, this was probably a lot more awkward than it needed to be.”

Todoroki shrugs. “It happened.” He's the first one to go for the door again, turning around with his hand on the knob. “I'll text you.”

“O-okay!” Izuku bobs his head up and down as blood rushes to his cheeks. How did he do that?

Things are easier when he gets back to the counter. Uraraka and Iida switch off register duty, and Izuku’s never realized the therapeutic potential of just making drinks for three hours. Iida’s phone is plugged into the speaker again, playing the same classic rock and smooth jazz as yesterday, and it's hard to believe it's only been one day since “Walk This Way”. But plenty has changed since then.

There are times when Midoriya Izuku wishes he could be more like Uraraka Ochako, but most of the time, having her around is enough for him.