#and then I show my cat and I say OH MY GOSH LOOK I GOT A LIKE

[rotapathetic]

!cosy & rafe visiting an animal shelter would be sooooo cute 😭

ᰋ rafe and ໑ !COSY ৎ visit an animal shelter 𖨂 𓈒 𓆇

rafe gripped your hand to pull you back from charging at the animals. you stayed put, making a grabby hand towards them instead. he chuckled to the lady at the counter, “she’s excited,” he said.

he filled out the rest of the paperwork, then glanced at the animals, “and they’re like . . chill, right?” he asked the lady. she nodded, “of course. some may be a little skittish, but it’s normal. they’re totally chill. just want someone to love them.”

you turned at that, “and we’re gonna love them so much. right, rafe?” you tugged repeatedly at his sweater. he nodded, smiling at you.

“so, you’re free to browse around, get to know them . . ” you were pulling at rafe’s sweater as she finished her sentence, “yay, come on. thank you!” you scurried off with rafe behind you, following like a puppy himself.

you got up close to one of the dogs, placing your hand out for them to touch. rafe watched intensely, “maybe not so close . . i don’t know how honest that lady was being . . ” he trailed off, muttering.

“it’s fine,” you said as the dog nuzzled up to your hand, “she’s so cute,” you cooed, “rafe, you have to pet her. look how sweet she is,” you turned to find him gazing at the animal with a furrowed brow.

“she’s cute from afar, don’t need to touch her. don’t you want a cat?” he tried to change the subject, wanting to get in and out quickly.

you crossed your arms, backing away from the dog, “you have to pet one of them. one of these babies is gonna be ours. i won’t have their father be distant. ’s not cool.”

rafe frowned, “i’ll be great with them, it’s not hard,” he walked up to the dog, reaching his hand out. when she went to lick his hand, he pulled back, “no. none of that,” he chastised the dog with a stern voice.

“she just likes you,” you giggled, “that’s how they show it,” rafe frowned at something, “the thing’s licking herself,” he turned to you, serious. you giggled, “fine, we can move on to the cats,” you made your way over, immediately spotting the cutest kitten. you gasped, making rafe turn to you, “what happened? i told you, these things aren’t chill.”

you shook your head, “no, look,” you pointed to the kitten. it sat, gazing around nervously, “oh my gosh i love them,” you approached slowly.

rafe tilted his head, “it looks terrified. what are these people doing to them?” he furrowed a brow. you shook your head again, “this is a safe place. they’re probably a little scared around new people, like humans.”

“like how you are with people? like an anxiety thing?” his tone tacked on curiosity. you nodded, “yeah,” you turned to rafe, seeing that he was gazing at the kitten carefully.

“what is it?” you asked him, not sure where the interest came from, though you didn’t mind it. rafe shrugged, “he’s like you as a kitten, i dunno. wanna make sure that thing’s alright.”

you smiled, “you like them . . you want them. and you just compared me to a kitten, woah . . rafe, that’s so cute.”

he furrowed a brow, “whatever. do you want this thing? i bet you do, we’ll get them, fine,” he decided without you saying anything. you shrugged, “yeah, but . . you ask . . ” you said, referring to telling the lady.

rafe chuckled softly, “you two will get along great.”

[rensukepie]

—#. “ride, i understand” —k. r

synopsis : he just wants to show his girl how to ride his thigh to not overwhelm her <3

contains + warnings : smut, thigh riding, fingering but not really (he doesn’t insert his fingers inside), praise + degradation (best duo ever btw!!), size kink lwk, virgin!reader, experienced!kunigami, corruption k!nk, lmk if i need to add more!

a/n : i LOVEEE kunigami he’s literally the reason why i started this blog! also ty anon for suggesting more kuni thigh riding :3

your boyfriend loves how innocent you are.

petting a cat on the sidewalk talking about how cute it is and how you want one of your own? hard immediately. it’s only because you’re so innocent though and the way your little skirt looks while you do your thing just looks too adorable to him!

you’re bending over to grab something you dropped? immediately biting his lip at the sight. he only imagines what’s underneath your lounge shorts based on the underwear that you have that he finds as he does the laundry. maybe it’s his favorite white lace pair with a bow? or maybe it’s the one with little baby pink and white stripes all over it? he’ll never know.

getting all cute and pretty for him before going out on a date together? he’s gonna jerk himself off to the thought of you right after. he feels so bad after he gets these thoughts though. you’re just so innocent, you don’t know what you do to him! sometimes when he kisses your neck or slaps your ass playfully, you let out a cute little whine or giggle at it. he’s so down bad for you it’s almost disgusting.

his friends on his soccer team absolutely clown him in the locker rooms when getting changed. he doesn’t care though. as long as he’s coming home to the most prettiest, sweetest girl he knows, it doesn’t get to him.

so when his soccer practice gets cancelled, you invite him to your place to watch a new movie you found as you were scrolling through.

—2 new messages from “my baby <3”

are you off today rennie :3?

i found this new movie! can we catch it at my place :p miss you sooo much baby pls come overrr :;(

how could he say no to his angel?

— 2 new messages from “rennie ♡”

of course baby

i’ll be there in 10 okay? i missed you too sweets <3

₊˚⊹♡—

he arrives inside of your little apartment, decorated cutely with your favorite color of kitchenware and some sweet treats laying around on the kitchen table.

your room is where it’s mostly decorated, though. stuffed animals laid out on your bed with the softest blanket ever! oh, you’re just too cute!

“do you like it..? m’sorry if it’s too childish…” you say with worry as you start the movie, your head leaning on his shoulder and your hand holding his hand.

gosh, you’re so sweet. just the fact that you apologized for something that doesn’t need fixing really shows him how caring you are towards him.

it makes him rock hard.

“don’t even apologize, sweet girl. if anything, i really like it! it’s cute.” he says softly, a kiss placed right onto your forehead, his hand holding your waist now, noticing that he’s getting more touchy towards you.

“o—oh.. thank you…” you say, lowly.

you suddenly feel his lips placed onto yours, a passionate kiss you both fall into, all thoughts about anything else going away.

“r—rennie…” you whine, his hand fidgeting with the end of your shirt, his hands occasionally rubbing against your skin underneath. “the movie…” you remember.

he acts so oblivious towards his actions.

he clearly knows what he’s doing to you. he knows the effect this is having on you right now, your skin flushed and heart beating at a fast pace is the result of his actions.

“we can watch the movie later… need you so bad right now.. been thinking about this all week.” he says, his words are so sweet, it makes you a teeny bit wet, and it’s all for him and him only.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“ever had a finger in here, sweet girl?” he whispers to your neck with slight kisses. he’s got you seated on his muscular thigh, his fingers rubbing back and fourth on your clothed pussy to give added pleasure.

“n—no… m’sorry! it’s soo embarrassing i know—“ you say, whimpering inside of his neck, both arms wrapped around him as they lean onto his shoulders.

“shh… it’s okay… we don’t have to do that today. how about you ride my thigh? how does that sound, baby? do you want that instead, hm?”

“m—mhm…please..” you say shyly as he takes your little shorts off and you start grinding on his thighs slowly, quiet moans of his name.

“o—ohh…. rennie…mmf!” you whimper, the feeling of your slit getting more obviously wet with each grind back and fourth. “m’so wet for you—mmfhh…”

he thinks you look so adorable right now! he knows it’s too much on his silly girl.

“you’re only riding my thigh, and you’re this wet already? what a slut you are…” he says, grabbing your boobs with his big hands, his thumbs playing with your sensitive buds. “so pretty like this… my sweet girl.”

his words combined with how wet you are didn’t help with how needy you are for him right now. you feel incoherent to what’s happening as his actions slowly turn your brain into mush.

“all you can do now is moan, huh? so cute..” he whispers into your ear, kissing your neck and leaving pretty hickey’s in shades of different colors, turning it into an art canvas.

your legs start to give out on you because of how long you’ve been riding his thigh, making you signal to him to do the work for you by taking your movements to a stop.

“tired already? ohh angel… want me to move you around, don’t you?” he coos, smacking your ass as he grabs onto your hips, continuing the movements of you riding his thigh.

you yelp at his sudden action, then continue to relax away in his arms as he guides your movements on him. “can feel your cunt twitching on my thigh… you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

you hate how right he is at the moment. he knows you too well.

“m—mhm… ohh—…m’gonna cum! hah—!!” you moan incoherently, a series whimpers of his name coming out of your mouth as your orgasm washes over your body.

you can’t believe your lover, rensuke just gave you your first orgasm ever.

and it feels so damn good. maybe you’ll lend him your virginity someday.

[st7rnioioss]

i feel like when skater!chris and girly!reader were friends he would always try and show off on his skateboard at the skatepark, and i can imagine him falling one time and she is all like oh my gosh !!!! are you okay??

and she goes into a whole caring mode, and he's so flustered and like ahhhh. and oh em gee imagine her taking chris to her dorm so she can clean his cuts !!!! #need that PUH LEASEEEEE

𓂅 ♥︎ SKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... skater!chris x girly!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... girly!reader helps skater!chris clean his cuts after he falls trying to impress her... #embarrassing #butlowkeycuteashell

warnings... fluff, swearing, mentions of cuts, blood, and bruises.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ “now watch this,” chris said with a cocky smile, looking back over his shoulder as you sat on a bench watching him.

to say you were blushing was an understatement. but it wasn’t your fault, it was chris’s. he’d been showing off, and it was as if he wasn’t aware of how obvious it was—showing you new tricks he’d learned, some of them just because you mentioned it, others way too hard for him to actually land, but still he’d do it if it meant you’d giggle a little… and maybe tell him how cool he looked.

“chris, seriously! be careful, you’re not a cat. you don’t have nine lives!” you laughed with blooming cheeks, your stomach hurting from how hard you’d been laughing for the past hour.

chris giggled along, but he was sure that he could land this one trick—sure, it was way out of his range of skills, but if it meant you’d praise him a little more, he’d do it.

“come on, don’t be like that. i’m fine, see? now watch!” he smiled brightly, and you couldn’t help but smile back and just let him do whatever—not that he’d listen anyway.

well.. he should’ve. not even a second later chris is lying on the ground, a forming bruise across the side of his face, his lip cut open. he groaned, and you’re quick to stand up with a hand covering your mouth.

“chris! oh my god, what the fuck, are you okay?” your eyes are wide, hurrying from the bench to sit down next to him on the ground, gently trying to lift his head.

he groaned again, one of his fingers reaching to feel his lip that was completely cracked open. how the hell he managed to do that you have no idea.

instead of reacting to the blood covering his fingers, he looked up at you, a tiny smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“i’ve never heard you swear before,” he chuckled, wiping the blood off in his pretty much already dirty flannel, his cheeks going a little pink because of how close you are to him,

“chris— shut up! you’re the one who swears too much, now stop wiping off blood, you know it’s basically impossible to get blood stains out, right?” you whined, immediately taking him by the wrist and managing to pull him up from the concrete floor, quickly taking his face in your hands.

all while you’re rambling on about the fall, asking if he hurt his head, and grabbing him by his cheeks, he’s completely entranced by the way you’re acting. he’s never seen you act like this, but not that it’s a surprise that you’d handle it like you’re doing. it’s exactly how he’d think you’d react, all sweet and concerned.

“uhhh—“ he scratched the back of his head, his heart doing a few jumps when your thumb ran across his cheek.

“hello? oh my gosh, you hurt your head, didn’t you? just— grab that god forsaken thing and let’s go,” chris doesn’t get to react before you’re dragging him back to your dorm, leaving the skatepark hand in hand.

“well, that doesn’t fucking hurt at all,” chris winced when you pressed a cotton ball soaked in hydrogen perioxide to his lip, doing everything against his will not to shove the thing off.

“i literally told you it’d sting a bit,” you mumbled back, awkwardly standing between his legs as you tried to rinse the cut on his bottom lip.

to say you weren’t nervous about how close you to were right would be a lie. you always got a little shy when he came too close to you, and now wasn’t any different, though you were trying to focus on cleaning his wound rather than start cheesing over him.

chris huffed in response, but allowed you to keep going—it was you anyway. eventually you threw the cotton away, taking another look at him. “are you sure you’re okay?”

chris looked up at you behind his messy hair, and you carefully reached to push it out of his eyes to get a good look at him. just friends, my ass. his heart did another tiny jump, going awfully quiet compared to how he’d normally act.

“i’m fine. my lip is a little sore though..” he broke a smile when he locked eyes with you, deciding to push your buttons a little, “maybe a kiss would help?” he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, trying to put the attention somewhere else.

your face immediately flushed red as if no one would notice, turning your back to him. “i gotta pack this first-aid kit up,” you mumbled through a smile, trying to act like your whole body wasn’t tingling, all while chris knew that one day you’d kiss it better.

more skater!chris x girly!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... exam tomorrow.. wish me luck!!!!

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[dioslesbianwife]

Maybe it’s just a me thing, but I love a guy with long hair!! Or just men that take really good care of their hair/themselves in general … I was thinking, maybe you could write for the jjba men who’ve got the fanciest or prettiest hair, like Polnareff, Kars, Funny Valentine, Diavolo/Doppio, Josuke, etc etc, on how they’d react to a (gender neutral) s/o playing with their hair or brushing/washing it for them? Just some really cute domestic fluff… heheh <33

Feel free to add anyone you want in here btw!! The more pretty men the better ..

🐾 out!

hi 🐾! yess even tho i don't check out real dudes, when it comes to fictional men? ugh i love ones with long hair like omg alucard, silva, illumi, valentine, griffith (appearance wise only lol), are some of the best looking anime dudes of all time imo haha anyway hope u enjoy and ty for requesting ^^

Kars

His hair is long, silky, and absolutely inhuman in how perfect it is.

He knows he’s beautiful. But when you offer to brush or wash it for him? His pride cracks.

At first, he lounges smugly in your lap like, “Very well. I’ll allow it.”

But as soon as your fingers scratch gently against his scalp…?

Kars.exe has stopped working.

He goes quiet, blinking slowly, breath softening. His whole body starts to melt under you like some majestic evil cat.

You hum a little while brushing, and he tries not to show it- but his heart beats louder every time you do.

“You’re... good at this,” he mutters, low. “Too good. Are you trying to tame me?”

Honestly? He might propose just from the sensation alone.

Diavolo

His hair is dramatic, iconic, and you’re the only one allowed to touch it.

The first time you brush it, he’s incredibly stiff- he doesn’t know how to relax.

But you go slowly, murmuring softly, fingers gentle on his scalp. And he sinks.

Eventually ends up with his head in your lap, eyes half-lidded, arms wrapped around your waist like a sleepy cat demon.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he mutters. “They’d never fear me again.”

He hums, low and content, when you braid little bits of his hair.

If you kiss the crown of his head after brushing it? He actually shivers.

Will literally murder someone if they insult your styling work.

Doppio

The sweetest reaction out of everyone.

He’s so excited and nervous the first time you say “Can I wash your hair?”

“W-Wait, really? You want to?”

Adorable little noises when you massage shampoo into his scalp. Laughs a little when it gets on his nose.

Closes his eyes and kicks his feet up contentedly.

You can style it however you want after. He adores when you tie a ribbon in his bangs or braid it.

Doppio genuinely gets emotional and says “I’ve never felt this kind of care before…”

Curls into you afterward and holds your hand the whole night.

Funny Valentine

His hair is LUXURY INCARNATE. Fluffy, styled, perfectly voluminous.

He insists on his usual high-end treatments, but the first time you say “Let me do it for you”, he raises an eyebrow.

“Hmph. Let’s see if you can meet presidential standards.”

Spoiler: You do. You exceed them.

You sit him down, gently wet and shampoo his hair, and he is struck dumb.

Has to grip the edge of the bath to stay composed.

“Mmm… don’t stop. That pressure is divine…”

Gets addicted. Wants you to run your fingers through his hair while he’s signing executive orders.

He starts scheduling “private spa evenings” just for the two of you. Candles. Wine. Your hands in his hair.

Polnareff

Oh my gosh. He’s SO dramatic about this.

You even touch his hair and he goes, “Mon dieu! Are you trying to seduce me??”

But he’s already turning around and sitting between your legs with a grin.

He absolutely purrs when you brush it down.

Tries to be flirtatious, but ends up blissing out.

You start humming while brushing and he gets dangerously close to falling asleep in your lap.

“You must’ve been an angel in your past life… no mortal’s hands should feel this good…”

Will tell everyone in the group that you “groomed a lion.”

“I feel reborn,” he declares, doing like…vogue hand poses around his hairdo.

Josuke Higashikata

Say the words “I’ll brush your hair for you” and he BLUSHES HARD.

“W-Wha?! Seriously? I mean- I guess, if you really wanna…”

You get him to sit down, and he’s so tense at first- but you start with gentle strokes and he melts.

“Oh my god… why does that feel so good?!”

You work a bit of leave-in conditioner through those thick waves and he starts babbling, “You’re seriously amazing, babe.”

He secretly hopes you’ll do this every week.

Loves when you run your nails gently along his scalp. It gives him goosebumps.

“Can I return the favor? I wanna brush your hair next time…”

Gyro Zeppeli

He’s all big swagger and grins until you offer to brush his braid out and oil his scalp.

“…Really? You know how to do it right?”

The moment you start: Silence.

This big loud man just goes completely boneless.

“Ohhh fuck, yeah, that’s- yeah, yeah, you can keep doin’ that. That’s the spot.”

Loves when you smooth the front of his hairline and re-braid it with pretty little gold beads.

“You’re making me feel like a prince, darling.”

He kisses your wrist as a thank-you.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 THAT GIRL (she’s delicious) kim chaewon x reader

↳ warnings: idol au, 6th member reader, pt 2 of rich girl yn drives chaewon even more crazy

THERE IS NOBODY THAT CHAEWON hates more than yn right now, how can one human being have such and ego? how can she be so sure of her self?

ever since yn has come up with the ridiculous idea that chaewon has a crush on her, which she doesn’t. she hasn’t let it go.

all she does is constantly tease the leader and become a royal pain in the ass, more than she usually is, everything she does has been getting on chaewon’s nerves.

like right now.

chaewon clenched her fists at yn’s irritating giggle as she leaned against kazuha interlocking her hands with the japanese girl who quietly listened to the girl rant about completely unimportant things with a small smile on her face.

she doesn’t understand how kazuha could deal with her and for some reason it bothered her how close the two were.

it always felt like there was something more, sakura told her that she was being dramatic and even if there was something going on why does it matter.

“it matters because I don’t want anyone I care about dating that demon.” is what chaewon had said to the older girl who rolled her eyes in response muttering a “yeah right.” clearly not believing chaewon’s reason. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked the older girl who just ignored her, “that girl is evil.”

chaewon scrunched her face in disgust watching the duo, she walked over to them with determination, “why are you guys fooling around, we’re supposed to be practicing.”

kazuha flinches at the leaders tone while yn just flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked at her nails, her hands still interlocked with kazuha’s.

chaewon narrowed her eyes at their hands, getting a weird feeling in her chest, which was definitely not jealousy and was concern for kazuha.

“why are you so pissy?” yn asked, chaewon opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by yn, “how does my nose look?” she asks turns her head to side to show her side profile, “I think a nose job is the way to go right now.”

chaewon squinted at the girls antics, while kazuha shakes her head, “your nose is perfect.” she says.

“oh my gosh really?” yn asks leaning her face closer to kazuha’s with a smile on her face, “are you just saying that?”

kazuha was about to respond but was cut short by a very irritated leader, “who cares!? and I am not pissy.”

“you so are.” yn says holding her hand out towards the leader who looks at it in confusion, “pull me up.”

chaewon rolls her eyes and pulls the girl up from the floor a little too harsh which caused yn to lean into her extra close.

“and I know exactly why.” she whispers and chaewon’s eyes widened at their close proximity.

yn then leans away from her and turns to kazuha who got up as well, “well, let’s practice.”

chaewon watched as they walk towards eunchae and groans, what does she mean “she knows why”? how cocky can that girl be?

this going to be a long practice.

practice was long over and chaewon laid her bed staring at the ceiling while the simpsoms played in the background on her laptop.

she has to set the record straight with yn, the more days go on the more yn keeps dragging this crush thing.

she lets out a sigh and gets up from her bed and walks over to yn’s room she rolled her eyes at the gold door knocker on the girls door, she’s so extra.

chaewon reluctantly uses the door knocker and opens the door when she hears a soft “come in.”

when she walks into the room genie by snsd fills her ears as it plays from yn’s sparkly cd player.

it felt like walking into a new world, she’s never been in yn’s room before and it looks like sharpay evans barfed all over it.

she slowly walked into yn’s room and glanced at the floor looking at yn’s cat who slept on her crown shaped bed.

she turned to look at yn stood at her dancing and singing along to the song.

“did you know I actually have an exact replica of the outfit they wear for this song you know the white one with the fur?” yn says not even glancing at chaewon, still looking through her closet.

“daddy’s money?” chaewon asks leaning against yn’s dresser.

“tiffany unnie actually, she gave me the one she actually wore like a year ago, best moment ever, she’s like the older sister I never had now.”

chaewon raises her eyes brows in surprise but doesn’t let her voice show it, “oh yeah, you only have brothers right?”

“yep.” yn says before finally turning around to face chaewon, “now, why are you here? finally confessing your love?”

chaewon rolls her eyes as she watches yn laugh at her own words and sat on her fluffy bed, “that’s definitely it right?”

“no.”

“I’m actually here to talk about that.” chaewon says and yn raises a brow intrigued.

“I don’t have a crush on you.” chaewon says firmly and yn tilts her head to the side, “really?”

“yep.” chaewon says mocking the girls words, “no love here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“what?!”

“just look at how you were acting at practice today.” yn says, chaewon thought the girl was looking her but she was actually looking at herself in the mirror behind her, “you’re obsessed with me, look at how acted over me just being close with zuha who is my best friend.”

“best friend.” chaewon mutters, “yeah right.”

“see, you’re so jealous.”

“I am not!”

“you so are.”

chaewon groans and throws her head back, how can she convince yn she doesn’t have a crush on her, maybe reverse psychology…

chaewon curses herself for what she’s about to do and tries to clam herself down from the feeling of fluster she already feels because she knows it’s gonna skyrocket after she does this.

she marches over to yn who looks at her with a taunting smile on her face, she grabs both sides of the girls face and smashes her lips onto yn’s, a surprised yelp escaping from the girl.

for a millisecond she feels yn kiss back but she immediately pulls away, chaewon can’t help but smile at the shock on the girls face.

she’s been waiting for the day that yn would become speechless and it seems like today is the day.

“would someone who has a crush on you do that? she asks with a smug smile.

yn is silent for a second before a smile slowly makes its way to her face and chaewon’s slowly disappears.

“yes, yes they would.”

[flowersfromnaboo]

— ⠀ ִ ࣪ ׅ 𐔌ㅤ  BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM !

ft. ellie williams

— ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ellie is once again following you around like a lost puppy. ellie—the girl who’s been trying to win your heart since… forever? and you can’t help but notice how sweet she actually is (and you absolutely hate yourself for it).

warnings / tags : emotional cheating? ‘cause reader has a boyfriend. and that’s pretty much it. plus she’s kinda mean and if you’re not into that.. don’t read i guess.

!! notes : this is the first fanfic i’ve written after a year of not writing… 😣😣 i’m NERVOUS and this probably will turn into a series..

lime milkshake for your friend. strawberry milkshake for yourself. one am in the morning.

“i think you’re being too harsh on that williams girl..” your friend, cindy, says as she takes another sip of her drink.

yes. one in the morning. and here you were—out with your best friend, sipping milkshakes. a big ritual, actually. something you both did at least twice a month. milkshakes and gossip. well, mostly gossip.

“who even is that williams girl?” you ask, mimicking her and taking a slow sip of your own.

“girl.. don’t even,” answers cindy, rolling her eyes. “you know damn well who.”

and you just twirl the straw in your milkshake, acting like you’re transfixed by the pattern of melted ice cream and strawberry. but the truth is, you were just trying to avoid looking into cindy’s eyes.

because she was right. of course she was. she always had to be the “reasonable one” and for what?

you weren’t that mean, were you? you were just letting her know you weren’t interested, yeah, definitely.

but you’d said that a week ago.

a week ago. that’s when things changed, at least for you.

you started getting that weird feeling in your stomach whenever she did something stupid. sometimes you even started smiling at her. you didn’t know what was going on, you thought you were probably… possessed or something, because this could not be happening.

“yeah.. okay.. ellie williams,” you mutter, finally saying the name out loud like it was a very secret spell. “she’s nothing even that cool.”

cindy raises an eyebrow. “was i dreaming or didn’t she literally walk you to class in the rain last week? no umbrella. just her hoodie.”

rolling your eyes, you scuff the toe of your shoe on the floor. “i know right? she’s just so dramatic.”

“and, she gave you the last blueberry muffin at lunch.”

“i literally hate blueberries.”

“… she also remembered your cat’s birthday.”

"... okay that was kinda cute."

cindy throws her hands up. “yes, exactly!”

you groan, leaning back into the booth. “why is she always just… i don’t know… around? like, she just appears. in the library. outside chem. by the vending machine. i turn around and boom—ellie. like some fucking lovesick ghost.”

“okay she’s not—“

you cut her off and just continue rambling. “and she’s so hard to ignore! she’s literally everywhere, cindy. gosh.. she’s literally your boyfriend’s cousin. and your boyfriend? he’s always around! and that means ellie is too. every movie night, every group hang, every. single. time.”

cindy just blinks at you. “okay..”

“and she’s so nice! too nice, actually. see, last week she got me a coffee. my favourite coffee. she remembers how i like my coffee, cindy. literally my coffee order.”

“okay but like… why don’t you just give her a shot? wouldn’t hurt, trust me.”

you blink. “excuse me?”

“i mean.. come on. she’s been into you since, like what…? forever?” cindy shrugs. “and it’s not like you actually like your boyfriend.”

you freeze like she just slapped you across the face. oh, how you hate hearing the truth. “don’t be ridiculous, i love my boyfriend.”

the single raised eyebrow from cindy shows her lack of enthusiasm. “do you, though?”

“i do,” you say, too fast, in a tone that sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. “you sound absolutely crazy right now.”

she crosses her arms. “sureeee.”

you wave your hands up high. “i do! i love him. he’s... he’s good. he always picks me up after class. his mom thinks i’m nice. we—we watch movies together.”

cindy stares at you as if she expects more to the story.

but you go on all the same.

“and we've been a couple for, like, seven months! that’s a long time. that means we stick together. that’s commitment. you don’t just drop all that because someone’s cousin looks at you like you hung the fucking stars.”

cindy laughs, all sure and annoying. “girl, you’re so in denial and it’s funny. you talk about loving your boyfriend, but you keep talking about the girl who gives you more napkins without you asking.”

you try to talk back, you really do. but the words stick in your throat.

because you know: your boyfriend is nice. easy to guess. safe.

but ellie?

ellie makes your heart act up in ways it shouldn’t when you’re “in love” with someone else. she makes you feel… edgy? but in a good way—like you’re more alive. like your blood is loud when she’s near. it’s just weird, honestly.

you shake your head hard, as if that’ll clear your mind.

"yeah, i’m not doing this," you say.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just the Two of Us: Table for Two

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you meet someone you never expect at the grocery store.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“It’s not exactly coffee,” Steve says as he sits across from you, setting down a cup before you. “Pumpkin cream, special delivery.” 

“Oh, sorry, I guess I should’ve mentioned. I don’t do much caffeine. It makes me jittery,” you explain. 

“That’s fine. I don’t have it very often. Don’t really need it...” he flicks the side of his own cup. “The serum, you know.” 

“Serum...” you say. 

“Oh, uh, it was the stuff they gave me to make me the way I am,” he sits back, pressing his palm against the cup. 

“Right, right, sorry. I guess I forgot.” 

“Forgot?” He echoes. 

“Yeah, I mean, just that... I mean yeah, you’re Captain America but I just... I guess...” you can’t quite organize your thoughts. “Also, you’re Steve, the guy who is sworn enemies with self-checkout machines.” 

“Wow, we’re already joking about that?” His brows arch. 

“No, no, I’m not joking,” you say with a sly bat of your lashes. 

“Huh, you’re not as nice as you look, are you?” He clucks. 

“I have been taught to respect my elders so I’ll just agree,” you say. 

He stares at you and for a moment, you think you’ve gone too far. His blue eyes stick to you, pale yet vibrant, and his jaw is chiseled and perfect. You gulp. 

He laughs before you can apologise, He shakes his head, “you got me. If you hadn’t swooped in to help this geriatric, I’d still be fighting that scanner.” 

“Well, I got a leg up. I used to stand behind one of those daily. I’m sure if I was given a shield, I couldn’t do much with it,” you grin. 

You lift your cup and blow over it, taking a sip of the cream. Mm. The spices aren’t too strong or anything. 

“Maybe not but there’s all sorts of ways to save people. To help them,” he says. 

“I guess,” you agree and look around. “This place is nice. You been here before?” 

“Nope. Gotta be honest, I try to keep to myself. Public places aren’t exactly--” 

“Oh my god, I knew it!” A shrill squawk makes you flinch. A girl appears in a pair of thick-framed glasses like cat eyes, tugging along another by her wrist. They look about your age but colourful. She sports a rainbow jacket as her friend wears a polka dot dress. Their accessories are all novelties from various nostalgic sci-fi shows. 

“Captain,” the woman salutes. She is an adult after all, yet you feel she’s a bit childish in the way she stands agog of the man across from you. 

“Hi,” the other waves shyly. 

You hide behind your cup. You feel like an intruder on the moment. And you can tell by the tic in Steve’s cheek that he’s uncomfortable. Still, he turns to them and smiles. 

“Hello, how are you?” He asks. 

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” the girl in the rainbow jacket fans herself, “we’re like your biggest fans. I can’t believe you’re here.” 

The other one giggles. 

“Would you like me to sign something--” 

“Can we get a picture? She blusters over him.  

He keeps his picturesque smile and nods. He stands as the girl looks at you, “hey, you, do you wanna like, take our photo?” 

You blanch but get up. Steve glances at you with a glint of concern, “you don’t have to--” 

“I don’t mind,” you assure him as she hands over her cell. “Everyone squeeze in.” 

You step away from the table and aim the lens at the them. The unicorn horn on the phone case makes it difficult to angle. Steve stands between them as they flutter with joy. 

“Now say cheese,” you say. You click a few frames and lower the phone, “here, think I got some good ones.” 

You give the woman back her phone and she greedily checks the pictures. She squeals and shows the other. Steve sits as you go to join him at the table. 

“So, like, are you dating her?” The rainbow-adorned woman bats her eyes behind her lenses. “Because I heard you were with Sharon Carter and you two broke up on your last mission.” 

“Jamie,” the other girl whispers. 

“Sharon’s a work colleague. And a professional,” Steve insists, kind but blunt. “You two have a great day. It was nice to meet you.” 

“I don’t believe you,” she insists. 

He dips his chin and shrugs, “well, then I’m sure I can’t say much to convince you.” 

“So, you were dating,” she accuses. 

“Excuse me,” you intone. “Hi,” you give a small wave from your side of the table, “I’m not trying to be rude but we were in the middle of a conversation.” 

Steve says your name quietly, “you don’t gotta--” 

The girl raises her phone and snaps a picture of you before you can say anything else. Then she takes a step back and takes one of both of you. You frown as Steve stands. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” 

“No one ever told me you were an asshole,” she sneers. “And a liar. I’m going to put this all over Tiktok. And Insta.” 

Your heart races as you stare at her phone case. That was so strange and uncalled for. “Can you please delete that?” 

Your voice is drowned out by her rant about her socials. Steve crosses his arms, “I’m telling you to leave, right now.” 

“Oh, Captain, what are you going to do?” She sticks her tongue out. 

“Please delete it,” you say again, still unheard. 

“Now,” he growls. 

The girl’s taunting smirk falls from her lips. Her friend yanks on her arm and they both flee. You stare after them, mortified. You hide behind your hands as you measure your breaths. It’s fine. A long shot. You’re just paranoid. 

“You okay? I’m so sorry. I shoulda warned you,” he says. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just... I don’t really... go online. Like I don’t share my picture,” you lower your hands slowly. “She didn’t even ask.” 

“I’m sure she has all of five followers,” he scoffs, “hey,” he reaches across the table. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t--” you exhale and rein in your nerves. “That happen a lot?” 

He shrugs. 

“Wow. I couldn’t do that. I already knew you were brave but that is a lot. And you were so nice, despite that attitude,” you shake your head. Suddenly you realise why he was so uptight when you recognised him earlier. 

“Thanks for trying to help,” he says, “it’s a habit of yours, isn’t it?” 

“Big help I was,” you tut. 

“Well, if you weren’t here, it would’ve been awful but it’s not so bad.” He smiles as he considers you, “you told them to go away so nicely and you didn’t have to.” 

“Yeah, I’m not one for confrontation but that was pretty intense.” You say. 

“I should keep you around,” he chirps. “Like a bodyguard or something.” 

You laugh, “okay, now you’re making fun of me.” 

[alientee]

This is a 3 shot series inspired by the amazing writer @gyoongim. They did amazing with my ask and I’m in love with Alastor x Jessica rabbit .🤣

Fun fact It’s said that Jessica rabbit is also asexual!

Charlie felt defeated, she tried her hardest but there wasn’t shit she could do against that damn Adam or the council. Sera took pity on her stopping her for a moment “Charlie…… while you were not successful maybe we can come to a compromise?”

Charlie looked back up with her with hope in her eyes while Vaggie continues to glare.

“How about this we send an angel down with you, they spend a day in your hotel and we get to learn about all your progress. Maybe that will help sway the masses and myself.

Charlie instantly nodded thanking them over and over again. “So where’s the angle joining us”

“Emily has gotten her….. ah there they are”

Emily bounced forward happily introducing you

“Charlie this is y/n she’s one of the angels that actually believe In your cause!”

Sera looked down at you giving you a stern look.

“You’ll stay there for 1 day and then come right back y/n. Stay safe and good luck”

You walk into the portal with Charlie and Vaggie leading to the hotel. The demon princess didn’t stop talking about how she was going to give you a tour, show you everything they have to offer, even take you to the few nice places in hell. She started to ask you questions. She seemed really sweet and excited to get to know you. “Can I just say you look absolutely gorgeous, you’re like wow!”

You giggled. “Thank you hun I used to turn a lot of heads when I was alive. Too bad I only had eyes for one man.”

Charlie looked even more excited “ Oh my gosh tell me everything!”

You went on and on about your past, how you were a singer and a model, how you were married to a radio host. How you got married and ended up retiring to be a housewife. You stopped your story when you ended up in front of a hotel looking around shocked.

“So this is hell huh? Now tell me more about the hotel”

Charle links her arm with yours pushing the doors of the hotel open. “This is the hazbin hotel! Were we have 2 residents ready to rehabilitate and reform there life into good! It may not look like much but I garuntee you everyone here is dedicated to making there life better!”

Vaggie scoffed “not everyone”

“Okay almost everyone hehe” Charlie rubbed her neck nervously.

You look around and see the interior with a scary looking bar there were a couple of demons one looks like a spider the other a snake, two cyclops and the last one was…. a bird cat?

“Everyone this is y/n! She’s gonna be staying with us for the day to prove to heaven that demons can change!”

They all introduce themselves and the spider named angel comes up to you, looking you up and down. “ Beautiful and Busty they should’ve never sent you down here toots! Now you can give me a run for my money”

You laugh it off giving him a wink “I’m a tough lady I can handle myself. It’s nice to meet y’all”

Charlie gives you a tour of the hotel and you meet up with group once more “So what do you think y/n!”

“I think y’all have something really nice going on here”

“Thank you-“

“Charlotttttteeee~ why is there an angel in our premises didn’t I tell you the couldn’t be trusted”

You turned around at the sound at the static like voice.

“Y/N… is that you?”

Alastor still keeps his signature smile but his eyes are wide with confusion. He walks up to you pulling you into his chest. Alastor kisses both your cheeks putting his forhead against yours. “It’s me mon amor”

“Alastor!? Honey you look so different and your smile is even bigger than I remember”

“Well you know you’re not fully dressed without a smile. Y/n darling what are you doing here? Someone sweet as you doesn’t belong down here”.

You hold him close snuggling into his chest “oh Al it’s alright I’m just here to see the hotel on behalf of the council. I missed you so much ! What are you doing here honey ? I was so confused when I never met you in heaven what on earth got you down here?”

Alastor looks away sheepishly “Well about that-“

“UM EXCUSE ME!”

You both turn around to see everyone looking at you both in shock. After a long silence Charlie speaks up.

“So you two know eachother huh”

You looking at everyone shyly “You remember how I said I was married to a radio host”

Alastor smirked pulling his arm around your waist. “This gorgeous gal has had my heart since I first laid eyes on her” He kisses your forhead

None of them could believe it! You were Alastor’s wife?!

Vaggie moves forward while everyone else is looking at you in shock. “Hold on, wait a minute let me get this straight. You! A gorgeous, kind hearted, helpful angel…… are married to that thing?!”

Alastor squints his eyes his static going off “what are you trying to say Vaggatha”

Angel interrupts her before she could speak

“ it means she’s waaaayyyyy out of your league smiles. I mean Vaggies right, she’s hot and your….anyway, how and the hell did a dame like you end up with old freak face anyway?”

Alastor rolls his eyes “ I won her affections with my charm and manners. Something you clearly don’t have my feminine fellow”

Angel looks at him uninterested “yea I ain’t buying that. Toots why you with this stuck up prude?”

You hold alastor arm cuddling up to his side “He makes me laugh, how could I turn him down when he always put a smile on my face” you giggle softly

Everyone was still shocked by your answer none of them could really see someone like you with someone like alastor but decided to accept it (everyone accept Angel and Vaggie) Angel smirks

“Ok so I was right it definitely wasn’t for his looks”

“Well beauty isss in the eye of the beholder, I guesss he jussst got lucky”

Alastor rolls his eyes “Are you miscreants quite done”

“Now we always know why Mr fancy talk creepy voice is always smiling. Thinking about his busty wife gets him through the day haha”

“Angel dust if you wish to redeem your soul and make it into heaven I suggest you watch your mouth before I end your life.”

“Oh Al leave him be he’s just joking, now tell me why your down here”

Alastor sighs giving you his arm. You grab it not questioning it as he walks you both to the door. He doesn’t even look back at the others .

“I’m talking my wife for a walk we’ll be back shortly”

As the two of you walk out everyone stays silent until Angel speaks up. “I don’t care what any of you’s say, he was definitely not hitting that right”

As you both leave Alastor stays silent. You don’t rush him to talk, you never did. You two never fought when you were alive you always talked it out and took it one step at a time.

“You should know that I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. You were the only good thing I had left after my mother. So I hope you can forgive me for keeping it from you.”

“Go on hon I’m listening”

“The bayou serial killer, that was me doll….i died getting shot in the head with a rifle, being mistaken for a deer while I was burying a body. And I may of…. ate a few people, but they were never in your food!”

You looked at him in shock but you never let go of his arms. “Oh my gosh….. that’s what you were doing out there, they never told me, just said it was a hunting accident….. I should’ve known! You would always go one these nature trips at night when ya barley had friends plus I shoulda known someone like you doesn’t like outdoor activities like that! How ya wouldn’t let me in your tool shed because it was to much “dangerous” stuff in there. How you’d come home from the radio tower early hours in the morning. I thought you were stepping out on me for a time but you still showed me all the same amount of affection so I pushed that thought out the window”

Alastor laughed a laugh track playing in the back ground “Oh daring why would I ever step out on the most beautiful woman in the world. I’d be a fool to have eyes for anyone but you”

He squeezed your hips pulling you into a hug “Do you regret marrying me, please tell the truth?”

“Oh Al of course not, even if you are a killer you were so sweet and gentle with me I’ve never felt safer than when I was with you. Your a wonderful husband I’ll never regret you honey ”

Alastor pulled you close his smile getting wider. “How about I make it up to you darling let me take you out on the town, it’s been a while and you deserve to be spoiled doll.”

“I’d love that Alastor”

You both walked down the street in silence with you both linked arm and arm as always. Until Alastor spoke up again”

“And by the way sweetheart Tu portes l'enfer hors de cette robe, j'ai raté ces courbes”

You blushed “Still a charmer I see”

Part 2 comming soon~

[kurikive]

MINECRAFT — 23. 1 MILLY LIVESTREAM SHOW!!!

The countdown got closer and closer. 3… 2… 1…

Most of Y/N’s viewers were probably expecting to see the owner of the channel herself. For some, what they were met with was much better. For Anton, much worse.

The screen faded from black to Anton in green clothes, green cardboard cutouts of cat ears on his head, and a full face of green face paint.

Behind the scenes, Y/N gave a thumbs up, indicating the voice changer filter was turned on, and it was his time to speak.

“Hello, viewers. I’m Widdung, Y/N’s alien companion. I’ve come to Earth to celebrate the milestone of 1 million people being subscribed to “isatellite”. “ Anton does his best to sound enthusiastic, and tries to stop his face from cringing.

“Widdung! Oh my gosh!” Hyewon enters the scene, “How did you get here?” She’s having too much fun with her acting lines, revoking the seriousness from everything that’s happened before the countdown ended.

The voice filter turns on again, “My spaceship brought me here, but it crashed right outs-”

The focus moves to a limping Jiwoo with fake blood on the side of her head and a fresh scratch on her cheek (done by Hyewon), “You!” She points at the bright green Anton.

The boy puts his green hands in the air and Jiwoo angrily speaks, “Your UFO crashed into my lawn!”

“Woah! Woah!” Y/N finally enters the screen with a colorful birthday hat on her head, tilted slightly to the right. “It’s not the fight to time, guys!” The other three try their best to stay on character and not laugh.

“...Time to fight.” Y/N corrects herself in a mumble. “Anyways! It’s time to celebrate!”

“Celebrate what?” Jiwoo asks.

“Hitting one million subscribers!” Y/N turns to the camera while her friends take out party poppers from behind them. The sounds of party poppers cracking and party horns fill out the audio of the livestream.

After the group finishes making noise and cheering, the screen is supposed to fade to black before the actual stream starts, but there’s no one behind the camera, so they’re left awkwardly looking at each other, then back at the camera.

“I’ll go.” Anton says, now without the voice filter. His green self quickly steps out of frame to control the stream. The screen fades to black, and a short video of the behind the scenes of the teaser photoshoot plays while the kids prepare for the next scene.

“Y/N, don’t go in there!” The sounds of the video camera tittering play before the actual footage plays. Y/N and Sooyoung, who’s filming, stand in the grass of an empty field close to the city.

When the younger starts walking towards the enormous puddle hidden in the grass, the shutter of a phone camera sounds shortly. The viewers can’t see, but it’s evident Sooyoung just took a picture of Y/N.

“Y/N your pants are gonna get-” Sooyoung is cut off by a raspy, cracking screech, “-wet…”

“Unnie!” The girl whines. The camera zooms into the wet seams of Y/N’s jeans, then pans to her pained expression. “I told you not to!” Sooyoung says from behind the screen.

The video is suddenly interrupted by gray static and noise, like the one of a shut down channel.

The screen fades back to the background of the first scene, zoomed in where you could only see the top of the couch and a fraction of the wall behind.

The camera slowly zooms out and Y/N appears in the center of the couch, birthday hat still on her head. Her cheeks had 1 and M written on each side. She looks directly at the camera with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Hey guys…” Y/N says in a cheeky tone. “Welcome to my party.”

Jiwoo snorts behind the camera, and Y/N sends her a quick piercing look.

“So… did you guys like my surprise?” The girl rubs on her thigh nervously with her palm, “I planned this whole thing in like three days.”

Y/N reads the comments from the phone sitting on the table in front of her. The chat was going way too fast for her to read, so she picks it up and chooses a random comment to read.

“You’re crazy and insa- okay. Well. Thanks!” A sarcastic smile shows up on Y/N’s face before she goes back to read another comment.

“Since when are you friends with Yves? Um…” Y/N looks up to remember the date her and Sooyoung started talking, “Well, we met, like, about three or four weeks ago. But we started talking like, four days ago?”

An awkward laugh escapes the young girls lips, “She’s a very trustworthy person. Anyways!”

Y/N claps her hands together and they make a loud noise. “We’re not at the Q&A section yet. That’s later.” 

There’s a few mumbles but they’re inaudible due to not being picked up by the microphone. “Is he done?” Y/N mutters, then nods.

“So! A party isn’t a party without what?”

“Cake!” Y/N’s friends yell behind the camera.

“Anton, what’s on the menu?” Y/N puts her hand behind her ear and waits for the boy’s response.

“This pussy!”

Her smile drops at the unexpected answer, but anything she was about to say gets disrupted by the lights turning off. A very low budget rendition of the happy birthday song sung by the three of Y/N’s friends plays in the background. The lyrics are changed from 생일 축하 합니다 (Happy birthday) to 백만 축하 합니다 (Happy one million)

The flames atop the candles burn and light up Y/N’s eyes, a childish shimmer accompanied by her shy smile. This wasn’t discussed in the call, but she won’t complain about it.

The song finishes, and Hyewon exclaims “Make a wish, Y/N!”

I wish to be this happy for the rest of my life.

She blows out the flames and the screen goes pitch black, but the claps and cheers let the viewers know the room is far from empty.

The lights turn back on and after a few seconds Jiwoo returns to the frame with the others. “Happy one million, Y/Nie!” She says as she sits down next to Anton.

“Thanks so much guys.” Y/N looks around to convey her emotions to her friends with her eyes, she’s not very good with words anyway.

Her eyes land on Anton. Small remains of green body paint are left on his face and hands, but it’s not enough for it to bother him. She giggles at the sight. 

“I feel like- this feels like my birthday.” The others giggle with her. “Let’s we dig in?”

The girl immediately frowns at her own words, “What the hell did I say?” She and her friends burst into laughter, as well as the viewers in the chat. She hopes they don’t notice her embarrassment rising to her cheeks.

“Let’s eat.” She says, now calmed down. The cheers from the other three fill her ears. They had no plates, only spoons, a dream and a very excited audience.

“Dude, why are the comments going so fast? Oh my god.” Y/N said with a mouthful of cake. “I’ve never streamed before so I don’t know how it usually is.”

Anton deadpans at the girl, “Please remember you literally just hit one million a few hours ago.”

“...Right.”

“Dude this cake is so good.” Hyewon says, also with her mouth stuffed with cake.

The four have been eating cake for what seemed like hours, just talking amongst themselves. Y/N’s sure some clips would surface on her Twitter feed that same night.

“Guys, I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda sick of cake.” Y/N leans back on the couch, pushing her belly out with a groan.

“I don’t even like cake. I'm not sure why I kept eating it.” Jiwoo mentions, mirroring Y/N’s actions.

“You know what I think?” Hyewon puts her spoon down on the table and stands up suddenly.

“You think?” Anton teased, earning him a deadly look from the girl as she walked out of frame.

“I think it’s time for Q&A!” Hyewon exclaims loud enough from behind the camera so that the mic could pick up her voice clearly.

The screen fades to black, elevator music plays for around 7 minutes.

When the screen returns to its normal state, Y/N sits alone on the couch, phone in her hand. She wears the green kitty ears Anton was wearing at the start of the stream.

“Welcome to the Q&A section. We have compiled a few questions from the live chat as well as questions I get asked a lot.” The music gets lower when she starts talking and Y/N adjusts her cat ear headband before it falls from her head.

“Let’s shall start we?” Before anyone laughs again Y/N threatens, “If any of you laugh the live ends right here and now.” 

The girl clears her throat and gets back to reading the questions from her phone. “Ahem! Let’s start.”

Why is your name satellite?

“Ah… the OG question. I’ve gotten this one for years and never answered it for this exact moment.”

“We don’t even know!” Jiwoo says from the back and Y/N giggles.

“So basically, you know how my last name is Koo? So that means nine. And if you write the English word nine in Hangul it’s Na-in. And the Korean word for I is na and satellite is Ingongwiseong.”

It’s quiet for 10 seconds. If it weren’t for Y/N’s blinking and her goofy smile turning into an awkward one, you’d think the livestream froze.

“Y/N that barely makes sense.” Anton reasons. He’s kinda right.

“KOO? NINE! NA? I! INGONGWISEONG? SATELLITE! It’s simple!” Y/N doesn’t know if she’s yelling at Anton or her viewers, but they seem to have similar opinions about the channel name.

“I thought you just liked space a lot…” Hyewon says loud enough for everyone to hear and the chatroom and Jiwoo burst out laughing. 

“Let’s move on before you make fun of me more. I’ve had enough.” A cheeky pout invades

The Q&A goes smoothly for the most part. The majority of the questions have to do with the behind the scenes of Y/N’s gameplays or about the friend group’s dynamics.

At one point, the other three join the scene just like before. They talk and joke around while answering the questions directed at them. How does it feel to be a nepo baby? Have you successfully hexed someone? Are you actually a bottom? Jiwoo got really heated at the last one.

They finished answering the questions they had gathered beforehand, so they decided to read some questions in the live chatroom.

“How was filming with NewJeans?” Hyewon reads from her own phone. Her and Jiwoo’s heads turn to Y/N, but Anton’s response is faster.

“Great!” Y/N pushes him away in annoyance and the four of them laugh. 

“You’re such an idiot.” She lightly slaps the boy on the leg and he lets out a fake whine. “But it was really great. All the girls are so kind and funny and pretty. And surprisingly good at Minecraft.”

“Minji literally beat you, what are you talking about?” Jiwoo teases the girl, “And don’t say you let her because you know damn well you didn’t.”

Y/N sighs in defeat, her eyes landing on the leftover cake that got put away behind the camera. She gets the urge to slam her face into it and say nothing for the rest of the day. “Let’s move on!”

This was the last section of the show before some behind the scenes content played in the end, and Y/N was understandably getting quite tired.

Her energy decreased rapidly and she was getting dizzy from the comments moving too fast. Her phone was turned off and she just listened to the conversations her friends had, chiming in only when there was something to add or someone to tease.

Y/N’s notably surprised when her phone vibrates in her hand, so she turns it on to see- it’s Minji.

Y/N tries her best to respond to Minji’s text sneakily so that the viewers don’t notice. Hyewon does, however, and gives the girl a questioning look when she turns her phone and straightens herself up on the couch awkwardly.

Y/N looks at her and only a timid smile could be sent the other girl's way before she looks away and slowly takes the green kitty ears off of her head.

She knows Minji wouldn’t have stopped watching the stream even though she told her to, so she sticks her tongue out and tries to sneak a middle finger with it too. Hyewon laughs beside her.

“How long have we been up for?” Jiwoo asks all of a sudden. It’s 3 A.M, they started the live show at 12 A.M, Y/N hit one million at 7 P.M. Y/N didn’t sleep so she’s probably been up for-

“More than a day, I think. At least I have.”

“WHAT?!” The three of her friends yell at the same time. “Are you insane?!” Jiwoo yells the hardest.

“Wh- Well, I didn’t know Min-” Y/N cuts herself off when she realizes the public doesn’t know about her and Minji’s friendship. “I didn’t know I was gonna hit one million today.”

“We’ve been talking for like an hour, guys. I think it’s time to go.” Anton waves at the camera, the comments vary from shock to sadness.

“Oh my god, can I finish the cake?” Hyewon stands up when Jiwoo and Anton do, leaving a frozen Y/N on the couch.

“So, I guess it’s time for us to go. Thanks for being here, guys. I’m so grateful for all of you and how much love you’ve given not only me but the four of us. Thanks for one million. I’ll have another cake when it’s two.”

Y/N stands up from the couch and the camera follows her, “I’ll leave you with some behind the scenes footage. To show my love. Bye guys! I love you.”

The scene fades and after a few seconds, the footage starts playing.

Behind the camera, Jiwoo and Anton scold Y/N for not sleeping. Hyewon seems more interested in the computer.

“Dude. You have 30 thousand fucking viewers,”

“Tell me you’re joking.” Y/N rushes to Hyewon’s side.

“Is that good or bad?” Anton asks, confused at the sudden panic, “Don’t your videos usually get 500k views?”

“Yeah, but this is live viewers, Anton.” Hyewon answers, “This is what top tier streamers get on a normal day.”

“It’s probably because it’s my first one, right?” Y/N’s voice wavers slightly, still in shock at the amount of popularity that she’d gathered in such a short amount of time.

“Girl...” Jiwoo joins them, “You fucking made it…”

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[idanceuntilidie]

Honestly I have no idea if this is good but it sat so long in my docs... Anyway enjoy and Im gonna take a shower :3 gn reader x yandere catboy warnings: mentiones of yandere behaviour and murder

„My little piece of heaven”

Your fingers gracefully typed the document that you have worked on for a good few weeks smiling proudly. The end of this horrible work is so near, the victory sweet on your tongue.

A loud crash followed by “waaah! y/n!” pulled you out of your thoughts. You cringed at the sound of glass shattering, the painful noise sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled deeply, collecting your thoughts and rethinking your life choices. Hoisting yourself up from the couch you walk to the kitchen to see what had been broken. AGAIN. You liked living alone, at first. After a few months it got really tiring, your head was too loud, music and TV didn’t help much, of course you did hang out with your friends but you always ended up being so tired by the end of the meeting. They even rarely visited you. You were slowly getting sick of yourself, so like a rational adult you decided to go to the therapist to see how you can get better. He gave you some pills, and you two agreed to meet every few weeks. Your head was much quieter but then you just felt lonely.

This time you turned to your friends, and one of them, Ana, said that it would be a good idea to adopt a hybrid. You weren’t confident that it was such a good idea but gave in. You always liked cats, so adopting a cat hybrid was your goal.

You were met with a pair of big glossed over green eyes in the kitchen and you sigh. Carefully you crouch next to the broken cup and the boy. You still can’t believe you both are the same age, he is much smaller and sometimes acts like a baby. “Y/NNNNNN what took you so long?” he whimpered, wiping the tears that had stained his cheeks. They were rosy red, just like his nose and the area around his eyes. You could tell he was crying for some time. You felt guilt boiling in your stomach, so you started to clean the mess he made.

That’s when you noticed the blood.

Cursing under your breath you look at him again, just to see him clutching one of his hands tightly. The crimson liquid seeping into the pretty beige and pink sweater of his. Slowly turning it red. The sight and smell of blood makes you dizzy, but you still ask for him to show his hand to you. He does it almost immediately, eyes filling with tears and lips quivering.

“Oh Gosh Amaris, you are hurt! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” “Wah! I am so sorry Y/N, I didn’t want to worry you even more..” you wiped the tears that were now again streaming down his cheeks. Amaris visibly relaxed when your hand made contact with his skin.

You found Amaris on the street, he was weak,, cold and beat up. You took him in and took great care of him. You two made a deal that when he gets better he will go, look at you guys now. He never left, so you could say you adopted a hybrid. He wasn’t the strongest or the biggest but he was really sweet. You can’t help but wonder how in the world he survived on the streets.

You help him clean the wounds. 

He couldn’t really stomach the sight of blood all that well so you tried your best to tell him stories or talk with him in general which helped a lot.

He smiled and giggled, cheeks dusting with p

There was a part of you that missed being alone, but it was nice to have some company.

“The fuck you mean you couldn’t kill em?!”

Amaris hissed. 

There was a panicked muffle on the other side, someone desperately tried to explain themselves.

“Shut the fuck up, what do I even pay you for you useless bag of meat?”

He groans circling around the room. How can people that he himself hired be so utterly useless? The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he froze. Nothing. He went back to circling. Well, nothing if you don’t count the desperate crying on the phone, which slowly but surely starts to get on his nerves. 

“If you won’t get rid of them until dawn you can say bye bye to your family.”

He hung up, his hands gripping the phone, breaking it in half and throwing it out of the balcony. The echo of it crashing Getting rid of the evidence, it is important, he doesn't care about the cops but you. God knows what would happen if you found out his little secret. His little mate needs to stay as dumb and obedient like always. Amaris walked back into your shared apartment, straight to your bedroom. He didn’t need the light  to see your sleeping form. You looked adorable like always, he crouched next to your bed. Adorable. He liked watching you when you slept, when he stared at you for longer he could catch what he was missing during the day. The color of your lips, your pretty little eyelashes. The moles on your body and face. Little scars he made, or you got by accident. He also likes to kiss those, the excitement that you could wake up and see what he is doing spurring him on in his actions. There is no fun without risk.

Amaris smiled at you, his little piece of heaven. Only his forever and ever.

[michaelscottsbreakroom]

Uptight – Jim Halpert

This is just a little cutesy one-shot with our favorite golden retriever: Jim Halpert. I think he needs more writings done with readers or even Pam. Honestly, it would just be fun to read about him more. I kinda wanna do a part 2 on this... idk... I hope you like it!!

Everyone knew Jim Halpert. Jim Halpert knew everyone well enough. He talked to people, smiled and laughed with them, and pranked stuck up asses.

Well… except you…

You were uptight, in a work way. You never slacked off, only took off when you were sick. Which was never.

You sat with Jim and Dwight, usually typing and helping clients set up their paper orders.

Jim thought you were beautiful. So average, so basic, so perfect. Sometimes, he would wonder to himself, as he glanced at you, how different would you act outside of work?

His small friendly crush was a secret to everyone, especially you. Jim knew I’d you found out, his life, with you, would be over. Forever.

Today was a normal day in the office— you working your ass off while Jim annoyed Dwight a little by talking louder than usual.

It annoyed you as well, but you didn’t say anything.

“Anyways” Jim said to nobody on the phone, “I cannot believe that that happened!” He half yelled, making you sigh.

Jim glanced at you, his face falling. You were annoyed. He could tell by the cute frown on your face and the face you were chewing your gum a bit harsher then normal.

“I have to get back to you,” he said quietly, glancing away, “bye,”

Although it was a fake call, he set the phone down.

Glancing over at you, seeing that you were already staring back at him, made his heart flutter softly.

“Thanks,” was all you said to him, the first thing you said to him since yesterday, and soon, the receiver was up to your ear from an incoming call.

Jim felt his heart warm at your cold statement. You were like a cat, he was like a dog. How funny.

——

The rest of the day went by smoothly, in your opinion. The room had finally been put at a comfortable temperature, since some people liked it colder than others.

You looked at the clock and hummed. Exactly five, so you got up and grabbed your old red leather purse and the cardigan you brought.

Without saying goodbye, you pushed in your chair and left the office, hearing scrapes from other people’s desk chairs as they left.

Leaving the reception, when you stepped out the rain that was forecasted earlier had come ten times harder than told in the weather news this morning.

Your umbrella was in your car, which was across the street.

“Oh my gosh…” you whispered angrily to yourself, watching the cloud.

Jim walked out a few seconds behind you, seeing that you were trying to drape your favorite cardigan over your head, now looking rather annoyed.

He could help but smile, seeing he could be the knight in shining armor.

“You want me to walk you?” Jim said to your right. You looked up slightly to see the sweet smile of Jim Halpert, holding a black umbrella in between the two of you.

You hummed, looking down to hide a smile. “Yes, please,” you whispered shamefully, “I didn’t know it was going to rain this hard…”

Jim laughed. “Nor did I. This is Michael’s umbrella,”

You gasped, your eyebrows furrowing. “Jim!” You said, about to tell him off.

With the happiest laugh you heard, Jim started chuckling, showing off his cute lopsided smile.

A warmth bubbled in your stomach, your heart beating ever so much faster.

“I’m just joking,” he said cheekily, “let’s go,”

The two walked in silence, you blushing like mad, Jim smiling like a goon. It was cute for the cameras to record.

Michael watched through the blinds with the cameras, sighing.

“Office romance: the sweetest kind of romance, in my opinion."

[cookietails]

Happy Julance!

Day 9: Star of the Show ⭐️

This is a part one of two. I wonder where part two will be this month... (hint, the word is within the chapter).

Ao3: [X]

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“Class, we have a very exciting guest for the end of the day.”

Ms. Montgomery’s voice called attention as she leaned in front of her desk with a sing-song, lilting excitement that teachers used when they were about to announce a surprise party, maybe some pizza, or maybe when they’re about to pull down the projector so the class could watch a movie. 

Twenty-seven fourth-graders turned as one toward the door—some with a yawn, some out of curiosity. One kid tapped their pencil on their desk, and another scratched their face in boredom. 

“He’s veeeery famous across the universe.”

The room filled with gasps and curious whispers. Eyes widened. Some kids sat up straighter, others whispering amongst each other in confusion. 

That caught their attention. 

“Who do you think it is?” 

“Maybe it’s an actor, or a singer!”

“What if it’s Bi Boh Bii?! I love that show!”

She walked towards the door with a breath of laughter. “Okay, everyone. Let’s be nice.” Ms. Montgomery said, brimmed with anticipatory glee as she slid the door open. 

“Now, say hello to…”

Lance McClain stepped in—tall, handsome, and relaxed with a familiar lopsided grin—looking only slightly out of place in his Blade of Marmora uniform amongst the paper stars with everyone’s names propped up against the wall, the whiteboard upon pristine, white walls, and the wooden desks lined up in rows in front of them. 

“Lance McClain! Former Voltron paladin and leader of the newly reformed Blade of Marmora.”

He gave a casual wave with a coy, cat-like smile. “Hey there, room 4B.”

A bright collection of gasps and woah’s echo out through the classroom. The one kid that was tapping their pencil dropped it on the desk, mouth ajar in shock. It rolls to the ground in the brisk silence. 

“Sorry if I look a little rusty, my hair is a mess , folks.” he jokes, some kids chuckling at his worn apology. “I’ve only returned from a restoration mission about an hour ago. My bad.”

“That’s Juni’s dad! Oh my gosh, he was in Voltron!” One kid whispered loudly, like it was a secret you only shouted across a lunch table.

Juniper, his lovely little cherub of joy, practically bounced out of her seat in pride with a big ‘ol smile. 

Lance chuckled and sent her a wink before turning to the class. “It's true! I used to fly a giant robot lion in space. It's a... strange résumé builder, I can tell you that much.”

“What’s a resume?”

“I don’t know, but I want one if he’s got one!”

“He looks like an action figure–!!”

“Class,” Ms. Montgomery claps her hands together. Lance looks at her with crescent moon eyes and a glimpse of excitement, almost like a cheeky cat. “Mr. McClain is here today to tell us stories from his time in Voltron, and what he does now. Now, say, welcome, Lance, bright and loud—everybody ready?”

They all take a deep breath, pause, and then excitedly cheer: “Welcome, Lance!”

He blushed with laughter, bright and boisterous. “Hello, everyone! It’s nice to meet you all.”

The excitement quickly grew within the classroom. An eruption of children descend into the kind of chaos only adolescent children can generate; hands flailing in the air, overlapping questions, hands raised, and a chorus of questions such as, 

“How do you keep your hair clean?!”

“Can you shoot lasers right now ?”

“Why was your lion red… ? Did they have purple?”

Lance laughed, hands raised in surrender. “One at a time! I promise, I’ll answer everything. But first, let me tell you a little bit about what we did as paladins, shall we?”

As he spoke, the class settled—entranced at his every word, movement, and gesture. He told them about Blue Lion, how it flew them out of space, how it felt like riding the wind inside the tornado that lifted the house in the Wizard of Oz . He told them about learning to work together as a team, his found family, the mind-melding, visiting new planets, and most importantly—becoming part of something much bigger and greater than he ever imagined. 

He glossed over the scarier parts—the near-deaths, the quiet grief and losses along the way—these children didn’t need to know that. He softened the edges of every page in his storytelling and turned each story into an imaginative children’s book filled with wonder and delight.

Throughout the lesson, all of the kids were eating up every single word he spoke.

All but one.

Near the window sat a small boy, palm on his cheek with a mop of dark curls, not paying attention and detached from the world, staring out at the playground outside like it held some form of magic; one that could make him fly away from here, out into the ever growing galaxy instead of the classroom.

Lance’s gaze kept circling back to him. However, they curled away from the world, everyone and everything, and refused to look his way.

It intrigued him.

He pocketed that information for later.

When the questions started up again, he fielded them like a pro. He sends a mind full of thanks to Coran for his incredible, intergalactic PR training and diplomacy skills.

One kid chimed in: “Did you die…?!”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” He jokes with him, shooting him with his classic finger guns. 

Another raised their hand and shouted: “Have you met Bi Boh Bii, the famous actor?!”

“I have! In fact…” he grabbed his datapad out with a cocky grin and showed a photo of him and Bi Boh Bii together. “I have them on speed dial .” 

The gasp he received elated him greatly. 

“Why Lions?” Another kid promptly said before raising their hands, mouth responding before their little body could coordinate.

“Well… Princess Allura is the Lion Goddess.”

“But why?”

Ah, one of those kids. Why ? At every corner.

This question, however, he was not prepared for to be quite honest. He thinks about this one a lot, actually—why were Lions such prominent figures? Why were they chosen? Did Alfor know about Earth? Did they have Lions in Ancient Altea too? 

Hm. Food for thought. 

“That’s a really good question. I really wish I knew. What I can tell you is that when we found the cavern with carvings in the wall, there were Lions—that’s how we found Blue.” Looking around the room, he points at a little girl in the back with her hand politely raised. “Ah! You.”

A little girl with her hand raised, timid and listening intently, points at herself as if to question, “Me…?”

He smiles at her graciously. “You’ve been very well-mannered, honey. Thank you for waiting.”

“Oh.” She twiddled her fingers together and looked away.

“What was your question, sweetheart?”

She staggered in her speech, blushing a tinge at being noticed by her hero. “I… I, um.”

Ms. Montgomery leaned over to his ear, “She’s always been a little shy.” 

He nodded, acknowledging her advice and taking it on board with stride. He walked over to her, the class eyeing his every move as he kneeled down in front of her, his ear out and ready to listen. “Did you want to whisper it instead?” He suggested, lowering his voice.

She nodded gratefully, almost frantically, before leaning into his ear to whisper: “H-How, how did you, how did you pilot two Lions?”

He nodded back, listening very intentionally before responding in kind. “Great question!” Lance leaned over, hand out to cover her little ear and let her in on a little secret: 

“What if I told you… I also piloted black too?”

She softly gasps, covering her mouth, stunned and in shock while the class watches on in silence. She whispered back in his ear, hands both enclosed against his, ensuring they’re covered from anyone hearing on all fronts: “ Three ?”

He leaned away with a coy smile, winked at her, and extended his pinky. “I’m about to show you something very cool, okay? But you have to promise you won’t tell anyone what I just told you.” She nodded, extending her shaky pinky out in return. 

“Now this?” He pointed to his pinky with his other hand. “ This is a paladin’s promise. Once you take my pinky, this is a sacred bond forged between paladins.”

She blinked at him in awe. “I-I can be a paladin…?”

“ Anyone can become a paladin. Being a paladin comes from the heart; not cool suits and flying Lions.” He laughed confidently, “If I can do it, anybody can, right? I was just a boy from Cuba!”

He linked their pinkies together—a symbol of forged comradery between a blade leader and a little girl in awe. “Once we meld these two fingers together and shake on it… you become a paladin too. Okay?”

“Like the TV show?”

“Even better—a real paladin.”

She excitedly nodded, but before they shake on it, he interrupts: “But, you have to promise you won’t tell a soul about what I just told you. It’s between you and I. Paladin’s promise. Okay?”

“P-Paladin’s promise.” She shakily said, pushing their pinkies down together. He smiled graciously and thanked her—eye to eye; not as shy anymore—as her confidence grew by the second.  

He asked for her name. Spent another few minutes with her. 

Rosie. She’s nine and her favourite animal is a Meerkat. She also likes seafood and loves her cat, Mr. Mittens, the third. It’s very important to remember the third part of their name, she noted explicitly. He laughs, agrees— extremely important , he repeated to her in the softest voice. She giggles too, coming out of her shell a little. 

He stood up, clapped once to demand the attention of the room, and declared boldly, brightly to the class: “Your classmate Rosie just became a paladin, everyone!”

A mixture of ‘Huh?!’ ‘What!?’ and ‘No way!!’ all echo through the room. 

One of her classmates almost blew a casket: “Why Rosie?!”

Rosie’s doe eyes grow two sizes too big, just as shocked by this earth shattering turn of events; almost as big as Lance’s heart felt talking to her. 

“Because! Paladins, most importantly, have heart—and Miss Rosie over here, is a fine example of it.” He hummed to himself with mirth before he leaned against the front of the desk. “We had a little bonding moment.”

A young boy, perhaps three apples tall, raised his hand and impatiently yelled, “Oh! Oh! I have a question!”

“Marcus.” Ms. Montgomery glanced in his direction in disapproval. Lance laughed at his excitement, “It’s fine, what’s up, eager beaver?”

“What do you do now in the Blade? Are you a ninja space warrior like in the tv show?!”

Another kid gasps with the most dramatic “Oh my GOSH!” Lance has probably ever heard in his life.

“The Blades are SO cool!!”

He loves this class. They’re so much fun. 

“And what if I told you, the answer was yes?” He chuckled, arms crossing over his chest with a cute smile. “I co-lead the Blade of Marmora, a humanitarian group that has recently been integrated alongside the coalition. We deliver relief supplies, plan and strategise team restoration missions, send doctors to underprivileged locations, and ensure the safety of many citizens across the universe.”

One kid in the middle—she has the coolest microbraids, beautiful ebony skin, and bright ruby eyes—raised her hand politely. He nodded in her direction and responded just as kindly. “What’s your name?”

“Jade.”

“What a pretty name! What’s your question?”

“Does that mean you help people?”

Oh right, he is talking with ten year olds. Maybe he went too technical with it. 

A little embarrassed, he chuckled with mirth, eyes squinted and lifted like crescent moons in delight.

“I sure do, with the ever growing mullet that is my co-leader… Keith Kogane .”

Some of the class gasps. One girl blatantly whispers to her friend in front of him, “My mom has a poster of Mr. Kogane from the cologne ad!”

Juniper, in the back of the room, smiles so brightly. The pride she sends his way is enough to feed Lance for many years to come.

“He’s my space ranger partner—wherever he goes, I do too. We’ve been through a lifetime together in a few years…” he stated, more fondly than he intended to let out. He continued with a toothy grin, “…and yes, we are space ninja warriors. Just like the tv show.”

Marcus slammed his palms onto his desk in cheer. “I KNEW IT.”

He looked around the class, noticing he’s grabbed the attention from the inattentive kid from earlier. The kid noticed he was caught, blushed, and looked out the window again muttering to himself. 

Lance decided to take the initiative and walked to him. He kneeled down, hands on his lap, and asked him a bold question: “What’s your name?”

“Nunya.”

“Nunya who?”

“Nunya business .”

His snarky response blows a laugh right out of his throat. The kid turned to him, curls bouncing along the way, and stared at him with a deadly glare. 

Oh, this kid was funny .

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No.”

“That’s fair. You seem funnier anyway, my jokes are terrible.”

His glare falters, and yet, his posture stiffened like a threatened cat. 

“Did you know one time, Keith tried to fight an Arusian, because in quote, ‘he was their bravest warrior?’ ”

His posture goes from stiff to shrinking, lowered shoulders and a look of pure astonishment. His surprise and confusion gives up the fight to combat Lance entirely.

“…Aren’t Arusians the size of a peanut ?”

Oh, he likes this kid. He’s like a blend of angsty, baby Keith and Lance’s young quips combined.

“Yeah, but size doesn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. You can be small and still have a mighty impact on the people who love you.”

Just as quickly, the kid’s face falls. He turned back to the window with a hot glare and an uninterested look once more. 

Still, he did get a response, albeit a muffled one from behind the tiny hand covering his cheek and mouth. “Mhmm.”

He pocketed that for later, too. 

He stood up and glanced around the room, commanding their attention from every corner. “The truth is, being a hero isn’t always about flying a lion or fighting in space. No, sometimes, it’s just about being yourself. You don’t need to be a paladin for that.”

A beat of silence. Then a small, chipmunk-like voice asked quietly, “...But flying a lion is really cool, right?”

Lance laughed. “Oh, absolutely.”

When the final bell rang, the class swarmed him—shouting thanks, hugging his legs, and asking if he could come back every week. Juniper beamed like her chest couldn’t hold her pride. 

Lance caught the inattentive boy slipping out with the rest of them, and their eyes met just for a moment. The boy gave him a tiny wave. Lance returned it.

“So, Ms. Montgomery–”

“Please, call me Lauren.” She smiled, cleaning the whiteboard as the silence echoed throughout the near empty classroom.

“Lauren,” he politely corrected himself. “Who is that young boy that was staring out the window? He was a hoot.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. His name is Aaron. He’s had…” She paused, thinking about how to respond. “I can’t say much about it, but he’s had a rough life. He’s in foster care at the moment.”

…Interesting…

Once more, he pocketed that information for later. 

Outside, Juniper waited patiently, scuffing her shoes on the ground as she slipped her backpack on. When her Papa came out of the classroom, she ran—skipped even—to him and extended her arms out in glee. “Papa!” He grabbed her, swung her around as she shrieked in delight, and held her in his arms. 

“Junibear! Was I cool today?” Lance asked with a wide tooth grin. 

“You’re always cool, Papa.” She said, muffled in his shoulder, hugging him so tight, while she reaffirmed his confidence with glee.

“D’awww.” He coo’ed, a warm blush filling his cheeks. “You got that right, Juni.”

He spun her around again before walking down the emptier hallways.

“Let’s go home, mi vida.”

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The kitchen was cozy, warm with the scent of spices and roasted vegetables. Lance sat at the table beside Juniper, twirling saucy pasta onto his fork. Across from him, Keith leaned back in his chair, sipping from a glass of water, watching the other two with mirth and quiet attention.

Juniper had been recounting her day in between bites of spaghetti, nearly bouncing in her seat.

“—and then Papa spun me twice in the hallway,” she giggled, holding up two fingers for dramatic effect, “and then, I almost dropped my backpack but I caught it, like this —” she mimed a dramatic swoop with her arms.

Keith grinned, warm under the reflections of purple in his sharp eyes. “Wow.”

“You proud of me, hubby man?” Lance asked, confident, and yet seeking that much needed assurance and validation he craves like no other.

Reading him like a storybook, Keith grinned wider at his eccentric husband. 

“Of course. You were the star of the show.”

Juniper giggled. “He even got through to Aaron.”

Lance blinked at her, a little surprised. “...You think so?”

Juniper nodded seriously, twirling a piece of spaghetti around her fork with both hands, not quite getting the specific piece of spaghetti she wanted (but she still tried, bless her heart). “He was watching you a lot, Papa.”

“Who’s Aaron?” Keith queried.

“Aaron is my classmate.” Juniper finally grabbed the slippery piece, but it fell off of her fork just as quickly. Pouting in defeat, she continued casually with a tinge of sadness towards her classmate. “He doesn’t really talk very much.”

Keith leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, gaze shifting to Lance. “You really got to him, huh?”

Lance turned his gaze to him, moonlit eyes to wavering blues, and sighed, unsure of their reassuring words. “I don’t know. At least, I hope so. He was barely paying attention—kept looking out the window instead of the lesson, but I tried. According to Ms. Montgomery, he’s in foster care.”

“Oh,” A flash of memory popped into Keith’s mind—of him staring out the window back in school, trying not to pay attention to Shiro in the same way. 

“It’s funny, he kind of reminds me of…” Lance paused in his own words, hesitant. Keith’s eyes sharpened at his pause, noticing his posture still instantly. Lance, still unsure, persisted anyway in his statement. “Well, kind of a mix of us, actually. He had your angst and some sharp wit to him when I carved through the cracks.”

Keith was quiet, listening, thoughtful when he hummed in acknowledgement. “You did good today,” he said. “You saw someone who needed to be seen. That probably really mattered to him.”

Lance’s mind drifted off, collapsing in his thoughts a little but masked over with a neutral expression. 

Thankfully, Keith knows him all too well.

“You’re concerned.”

“God, when are you not sharp like a blade?”

Keith bursted out in laughter, warm and wondrous at his space ranger partner.

“Newsflash, Lance. I know you.” Keith reached across the table and gently laced his fingers through his, sending him a broad, lovesick smile as his ring glimmered in the dim light of the dining room. “Plus, we reformed the blade together. It’s stronger and sharper than ever. Like us, actually.”

Lance glanced up at Keith with puppy dog, heartworn eyes. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Keith smiled, and then prodded for more information. “What did you see in Aaron?”

Lance put down his fork, pulled back his hand, and crossed his arms. Low, almost like a faint whisper, he responded. “...Potential, I guess. He was a hoot and a half.”

Keith huffed with mirth, fondly reminded of a fragrant memory in the wind of his mind. He grinned, bright and wide, as he tried not to laugh. “Huh.”

Lance hummed at him to continue, one brow quirked up in curiosity. 

“If you really saw potential in him, I have an idea.” Keith replied, steady as ever. 

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[pow-pow1111]

Sevika

Lol I don't know how to write fanfiction but I hope you enjoy this! :)

Pairing: Sevika x fem reader

♥ Sevika had a soft spot for you. She couldn't quite place it, what exactly it was about you that she was so fond of, but she cared for you immensely and would go to great lengths to protect you. You were special to her. You meant a lot.

♥ "Come back to mine, there's something I want to show you."

♥ You of course did not hesitate to agree. You nodded your head eagerly, a joyful smile playing at your lips as you entertained the thought of seeing Sevika's place. It was so exciting! She was such a reserved and private person, you couldn't help but feel curious to learn more about her.

♥ "I think you'll really like it..." She says with a subtle smile, her harsh face softened by your company. You felt so special when you were with her. She treated you so well, and the idea of her trusting you, willing to be vulnerable, was beyond touching.

♥ She wasn't like this with anybody else. Nobody had ever made her feel this way. Only you.

♥ Her home was cozy and secluded. The Lanes certainly were not a place of comfort, but Sevika's place was inviting and warm. She needed somewhere to unwind and relax what with the overwhelming stresses of her life.

♥ She held the door for you, a small nod of her head to invite you in. Your eyes sparkled. Quick, furtive peeks all around her home made you grin. "It's wonderful, Sev!!" You exclaimed gleefully.

♥ Your head perked up as you realized she had already disappeared into a further room. "Sevika?"

♥ Her large, muscular form emerged from the dark, something cradled in her arms. Your eyes lit up as you saw what she was holding. It was a small black kitten, fluffy and sleepy. The feline's tail swayed down from Sevika's gentle hold. It made content mews as it nuzzled into the woman's chest.

"This is Nori. Heard her mewing at night so I took her in." She glanced down at her cat and then back up at you with the same fondness. Her expression was bright, her smile warm. It was adorably uncharacteristic of her. "Thought you'd like her. You're nice and soft like she is."

♥ You couldn't control the surge of warmth you felt inside. Your heart fluttered. She thinks you're nice? Nice and soft? And oh my gosh, Sevika looked so adorable holding that cat so delicately. You knew she had a huge heart, but she didn't make it known to people. Seeing her like this was so attractive. Your attempts to hide your blush were futile, and you giggled to play it off.

♥ "Aww she is precious!" you beamed, overjoyed at such an endearing sight. Sevika carefully placed the cat in your lap. She smirked with a sense of pride as she admired you.

♥ "She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?"

♥ "Absolutely, what a sweet little baby-" you cooed, cuddling the small creature. "Thank you so much for letting me meet her!!"

♥ As you snuggled and played with the kitten, Sevika drifted into another room. All the while she marveled at your caring nature.

♥ "You want something to eat?" She asked, a thoughtful and gentle look on her face as she peered around the corner.

♥ "You cook??"

♥ "What, you surprised? I'm offended," Sevika bantered, a low chuckle following. "...Not well, but it's to my liking."

♥ "It's really nice..."

♥ "Hm? What's nice?"

♥ "There's so much I don't know about you, Sevika."

♥ Her breath caught in her throat. She evaded your eyes. "I'd like for that to change..."

♥ Those words were purely sincere. She moved towards you and sat by your side. Her fingers caressed the small kitten's dark fur, her arm grazing your body as she pulled back. She looked down at you with a certain intensity.

♥ "Look- I'm not willing to let people think I've gone soft, got it? You better not run your mouth." Sevika's voice was husky and harsh. You could not very well sense if she was being serious or not.

♥ "I'll keep your secret for a price," you teased playfully. You gave her a pretty, flirtatious smile.

♥ This seemingly caught her by surprise. "Oh is that so? Do tell," she jested, voice dripping with amusement. Her eyebrow raised, a smug look on her face as she eyed you with curiosity.

♥ You met her gaze with a soft, coltish expression. "If I keep your secret... May I give you a kiss?"

[arahusk]

Just thinking about both the Hazbin pilot and the main series, and while I did really like the pilot and would go back to rewatch it every few months, I really think the show did well when it came to showing more aspects of the characters and fleshing them out.

Like, they're good. They're complex. And they're so fun! The show was what finally endeared the characters to me and made me see them more than just deviantart concepts that liked to say the fuck word a lot. Like, no shade on the pilot, because I did still like it! But it was tough for me to see past their zany furry designs. Now they feel fleshed out and just... Like actual characters now!

And I just appreciate that.

(This got too long again, so have a cut).

The pilot served as the introduction to the show and its concept, so it makes sense that each character would mainly be... a sort of type, or a trope. Charlie was the precious cinnamon roll, Angel was the flirt, Husk was the grouch, Vaggie was the angry one and so forth. And it was nice in the show we could see beyond that for them.

Seeing Charlie's righteous anger with Adam in the finale (and with Valentino earlier on), seeing Angel reveal his self-destructive ways as how he copes with his situation and the trauma he endures, Husk showing his empathy and concern for others while being burdened by his own fuck ups, Vaggie ALSO dealing with her trauma and insecurities from being an Exorcist, Alastor showing off more of his petty side and this underlying fear he has because of his own mystery contract, and Niffty... Well she's still a crazy little gremlin, but we do see her getting upset if she thinks she's not doing her job well. Also her being a dominatrix, hope we get more of that.

Even with the show's fast pacing and some plot holes, (also, first episode is a bit shaky because it kinda just drops you into this world expecting you to see the pilot that's not even the same exact vibe anymore lol) seeing these characters finally become more than their initial tropes was really so refreshing. Listen, I never would have thought Husk would eventually become my favorite years back to when I first saw the pilot. Like, yeah he was fun, but I honestly thought Angel would have been my fave until Husk revealed more of his character. And then seeing him and Alastor's complex relationship put even more seasoning for me, plus with Niffty, oh gosh I love it.

I love that we get more of these characters and their flaws, and their hopes, and their fuck ups. And so when I see opinions from other fans of how the show was worse than the pilot or it ruined the characters, it just confuses me. There's more layers to these characters now! There's so much to play with and theorize! Sometimes it feels like some fans expect the characters to stay static, like with Alastor. Idk I just love him being a petty little bitch that soon gets emotional for others and may even like them! Then he gets wrecked by Adam and sings about it in his broken radio tower of how he almost gave his life away for others oh no!! It's so juicy to me. I like him as a wacky radio man but seeing how imperfect he still can be was *chef's kiss*.

Also not to mention seeing other new characters and their role in the show (please let's have more Velvette). I don't think the show is perfect and some writing can still be tightened up but man, the characters are fun. The characters are layered!! I want to pick each one apart with tweezers and look at them through a microscope. (Especially Husk. I want to rip this cat man apart and put him back together again).

Anyway, show good and I'm gonna watch it again soon.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Wally meeting Dick's brothers.

Jason

Dick enters the Teen Titans Tower's game room with a boy a few inches shorter than him, wearing a Wonder Woman shirt.

Dick: Kid Flasheroo!!! I'd like you to meet Little Wing, my brother, Jason.

Wally: OH MY GOSH, DICK!!!!! *drops the game console* YOU HAVE A BROTHER? AND YOU CALL HIM LITTLE WING????? That's so adorable!! That makes you Big Wing then?

Dick proudly smiles and brings Jason closer to him.

Wally: Aww. Hi, young man. I'm Wally, Dick's best friend. *he offers his hand and young Jason takes it*

Jason: Hi, Wally. *young Jason smiles brightly and Dick and Wally coo at him* Dick said you have a cool power. What is it?

Wally:*shows his powers by quickly (that doesn't even describe it) buying some pizzas* I got two kinds of pizzas cus I didn't know what you wanted, Little Wing.

Jason: *repeatedly blinks* WOAAAH. Sweet! Thank you, Wally.

Dick: Hey.... *playfully nudges Wally* I get to call him Little Wing. Hmmpf. *he points at his chest* Only. Me.

Wally: *salutes* Aye, aye, Captain. Of course, Robin-O. Your wish is my command. I need my spot in Teen Titans.

Dick: *rolls his eyes, smiling* I don't know what I'm gonna do without you in the group.

Dick and Wally don't even realize that Jason has started eating the pizzas.

Wally: WOAH. The kid is fast.

Dick: Watch out, Kid Flash. Little Wing is after your job.

after the three boys enjoy their pizzas, Wally cradles Dick on his arms while Dick cradles young Jason on his as they speed to the store to get some ice cream. and they go back to the Tower to play some games and read some books.

Tim

Wally: Genuis, hey! I know you're a genuis and all, but all you have to do is call me so I can let you in. *munches on some chips as he lays on the couch of his apartment* Don't do that Batman shit on me.

Dick: Guess what? I'm not the genuis one anymore. *smiling widely*

Wally: What you talking about? *about to stand up to get another bag of chips in the kitchen*

Dick: Presenting... *somersaults for dramatic effect* Tim, my brother.

A young boy with similar features with Dick and Jason, dark hair and blue eyes, enters the apartment.

Dick: Mostly known as Baby Bird. He figured out the code of your apartment and I didn't even tell him. How awesome, huh?

Wally is already beside Tim in less than a second.

Tim: Hi, Wally. *young Tim waves shyly* I know you. You're... *whispering* Kid Flash.

Dick: He figured mine and B's identities. Figured he knows yours too. *proudly says as he gently pats the top of Tim's hair*

Wally: MEGA AWESOME!!!! *he shakes Tim's hand* You're the new Genuis, huh. Can you tell me more secrets? Like what's Dick's favorite... No, wait. Second, no.. Hmmm. Sixth? *he counts with his fingers* Twelfth favorite place to visit? I've been trying to figure it out so I can take him there this year.

Tim: *looks at Dick* Hmm. I'm sure I'll figure it out with a few clues.

Wally: That's my man!! *he offers a high five and Tim tiptoes to hit Wally's palm*

Dick: *laughs* Hey, I'm right here.

they sit on Wally's couch as they enjoy some documentaries cus of course, Tim suggests it. Dick and Wally go along for the ride. Wally pleads for Dick to give a clue on his 12th favorite place in the entire world to visit.

Damian

Wally: Your cookies are still the very best I've had, Alfred. *says in between as he drowns his mouth for more cookies*

Alfred: *smiles as he cleans the kitchen at the Manor* Thank you, Mister West.

Ahem.

Damian: Excuse me. Aren't you supposed to be the new Flash?

Wally: OH MY GOSH!!! *he nearly jumps back from his seat and looks down at the small figure of a boy with a cat on his arms* Hi, little man. Yes, I am. I'm Wally. You are?

Damian: Tt. I thought you'd be able to quickly notice my approach. But when the stomach has a goal, you don't really pay much attention to your surroundings.

Wally: *opens his mouth and looks down at his stomach* Well, I'm always hungry.

Alfred: *warns from the kitchen* Master Damian.

Wally: Wait.. Damian?.... Aren't you Bruce's kid-

Dick: Dami! DAMI! *enters the kitchen and blinks at Wally then at Damian and then vice versa again* There you are, Dami. *approaches the two* Hey, Wally. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Wally: Hey, don't sweat on it, Dick. I can wait. Besides, I'm all comfortable here. *shoves another cookie on his mouth which earns a smile from Dick and a look of disgust from Damian*

Dick: Looks like you two have met already. Wally, this is Damian, my littlest brother. Dami, this is Wally, the Flash -

Damian: I know who he is. And don't use the word little on me, Grayson. *Dick and Wally watches Damian as he puts down the cat and grabs two cookies for himself* It's nice to meet you, West.

Wally: *looks at Damian's tiny hand and he thinks how much he wants to pinch his cheeks* Nice to meet you, Damian.

After Wally thanks Alfred for the cookies and pinches Damian's cheek gently, which earns a tt from the boy, he walks with Dick to his car parked outside of the Manor.

Wally: He has a few of Bruce's features. He's so cute!

Dick: Well, I'm lucky to have the cutest brothers.

Meanwhile in the kitchen.

Damian: Does Father know?

Alfred: About what, Master Damian?

Damian: About Grayson and West.

Alfred: He's a detective. I'm sure he knows.

Damian: I doubt it. *eats another cookie*

[pedge-page]

Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing

But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.

I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)

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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).

Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:

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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).

So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.

It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.

There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—

Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??

And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?

When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.

He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.

It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.

Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?

"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.

Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.

"Meet Ramses!"

He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."

"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.

It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.

"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.

You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.

Joel, please, lower your voice—"

"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"

"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."

"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—

"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"

Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.

A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.

"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.

But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.

"Why is it in my hoodie?"

"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"

The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—

"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."

"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.

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Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.

There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.

And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—

Oh my god.

"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"

You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"

"Mother?"

"MAYBE."

Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."

"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—

Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.

You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...

Not that you'd EVER tell him that.

"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."

"That's a little too far—"

"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."

He sighs in defeat.

Can't argue there.

so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.

All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist