#anyway i’ve never gotten this feeling of being like kinda possessive over someone’s attention and it’s freaking me OUT in a big way

[acebytaemin]

omg this is going to be so silly but it’s a diary entry you’ll understand bc if i told this to my friends irl they’d make fun of me forever and be like ‘YOU???? YOU are saying this?’

[bonny-kookoo]

Bunny Boy (JJK x Reader)☁️⚠️🔪(💜)🔞 Part 3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere!AU, Stalker!AU, questionable romance, smut, Oneshot

Warnings: (oh boy) Stalking, Obsession, Yandere themes, cute Koo but aggressive, he ready to fight, graphic description of violence, blood, very twisted JK, oblivious! Reader, kinda Stockholm-syndrome Reader?, soft romantic lovemaking, body worship, Dom! Jungkook, Sub! Reader, Handjob (fem. receiving), oral (fem. receiving), protected sex because even with your mind scrambled up in a frying pan we still wrap it before tapping it y’all hear me STDs ain’t cute Susan

Summary: It all started with a hello kitty charm.

A/N:(IMPORTANT) I’d like to note here that I do not condone nor romanticize any of the things depicted in this. This is purely fictional, and only to be seen as a work of art, not as a depiction of real life relationships. For short: if he a creep, kick his balls, don’t kiss. Thank you.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

His eyes had seen the words written in neat lettering time and time again, yet he still read it again, trying to calm himself down.

They were trying to take you away.

Your parents were basically not as financially stable as you thought, basically having the audacity to ask you for money.

He was trying not to snap.

He'd known that your mother was a whore, already trying to safe your situation by digging up information he'd rather delete from his mind, forever scarred with the blasphemic image of her showing herself off to strangers on the web like a cheap commercial before a video starts, desperation being an understatement to describe her actions. Or maybe she did it only for the thrill.

She was a vile and distusting woman after all.

It was quite confusing to think of her as the woman who'd been responsible for bringing you into this world. He had a hard time believing it as he thought about your gentle and sweet nature, pure and caring while this sorry excuse of a human being did everything to play with karma it seemed.

Well, maybe he'd change his name for a day and play that role for her.

After all, she was an impatient woman he'd noticed from her constant reminding to buy obscene photos and short videos of her truly underwhelming body for an amount of money he'd rather spend on a coffee and a small breakfast to share with you, if he was being honest.

Why someone would genuinely pay for content like that was beyond him.

"I dont.. understand-" The female voice quivered on the other side of the line, making the corners of his lips turn upwards a bit as he listened to it, gaining some sort of satisfaction in knowing he'd gotten under her skin.

"Oh but I think you do." He said, voice smooth like velvet as he watched her pace back and forth in front of her admittedly bad webcam of her opened laptop. Living off of her husbands money couldn't be so luxurious he thought, if she couldn't even afford a decent laptop for the things she did whenever no one was looking.

It was truly making his saliva taste bitter merely thinking about it.

"If you think deleting your account will safe you, you're even more stupid than I initially thought." He mumbled into his phone as he saw her eyes widen, hands stalling as her gaze locked with the tiny device on top of her screen. She probably paled, yet the quality was too bad to tell for sure. "Everything has already been saved and will remain in my possession for as long as I have need of it." He stated, and clicked his tongue as she seemed to think of something to get herself out of it. "And remember; calling the police or informing any other authority will only result in you having to admit to your crimes as well. And I believe that isn't truly what you want." She snapped, hitting her table as she watched the camera, unknowing how Jungkook didn't even pay attention anymore, knowing he'd finally caught her head inside his noose.

"How much do you want?" She gritted out, and he chuckled, before clearing his throat.

"Your mindset truly disgusts me." He said, before sighing. "I don't want your fucking money."

He sat down properly again as he looked at his screen again.

"But I want you to do something for me.."

"It's nice to know that she finally found someone who can look after her." Your father stated, smiling at Jungkook who sat next to you at the table,taking your hand in his as he mirrored the gesture, spotting the way your mother tensed up in the corner of his vision, making him chuckle a bit.

"No, really, I am happy I've found her." He said, rubbing the back of his neck a bit shyly, making you giggle at his antics. Initially, you'd been a little worried when your parents wanted to meet Jungkook, not even knowing how they got to know about your relationship- your mother, however, had cleared things up for you, explaining that he'd updated them on your condition when you were in hospital. Maybe she did care, after all. "Right, angel?" He said, and you nodded, smiling with a bit of redness on your cheeks.

Absolutely divine.

"Alright, let me clean this up, You guys can head to bed, its already late." Your father said as he stood up, everyone else following after, when you'd suddenly grabbed Jungkooks plate and empty glass, smiling. Out of the corner of his he could see your mother empty her glass greedily, making him smile even wider.

Greed was a sin to be punished, after all.

"I'll do that, don't worry." You smiled, and he cooed at the sight. You were so absolutely sweet, he was always astounded at it, even though he should be getting used to it by now. He'd never get used to you, however. He nodded, giving you a kiss to your cheek as your father called for your mother, who'd been about to leave the table.

"Can you show Jungkook here where the guest room is? Help him set the bed, will you." He spoke, warmth as fake as her eyelashes as she smiled tensely, nodding towards Jungkook as he followed, comfortable with leaving you and your father alone for the moment. He wasn't a threat at all.

Your mother however, was a different story.

If she'd thought he wouldn't pick up on her dark gazes and blunt lies she truly was brainless. But then again, considering what she did with her freetime, he wouldn't be surprised to find her entirely empty.

Opening the door of the guest room, your mother closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards his back which was turned towards her, hands running over his shoulderblades as he shuddered.

But not with pleasure.

"I bet a young boy like you has stamina, heh?" She said, trying to form a seducing tone with her voice, yet failed as his eyes continued to stare forward, cold as ever as he stood unmoving, even when she came even closer. "Why would you get yourself someone like her anyways? There's nothing about her.." She chatted away, before stopping. "Wha-" She breathed out as she felt something poke her hip.

She was dead inside already, so why was she still up and walking like a zombie?

"You truly are disgusting." He murmured, turning around to hold his hand against her throat, backing her up until she could feel the wooden door against her back, chin pushing itself upwards as she looked at him with wide eyes. "To imagine that your rotten womb gave birth to an angel like her.." He said, eyes still trained on hers as he pushed a bit more, feeling and hearing her struggle, before moving away from her, snapping the knife he'd in his other hand shut to put it back inside his pocket as he opened the drawers, searching for fresh sheets. "I advise you to not ever touch me again if you want to keep your skin intact. It's nauseating enough that I have to share the same roof with someone like you tonight." He said, as he finally found what he was looking for, not caring as she swallowed hard, leaving the room and him alone, but not before running into you.

"Oh, sorry, I.. Uh, Jungkookie?" You asked, peeking into the room as his entire demeanor made a full 180 in front of your mothers eyes, body language suddenly speaking a different dialect it seemed, as he smiled, walking up to you, and leading you inside the room, closing the door with a last warning look thrown at her.

"Please angel.." He hummed against your skin, as you shyly touched his skin, making him sigh in bliss. He'd showered after his encounter with your witch of a mother, yet he couldn't help but not feel clean enough- he needed your touch, your salvation, to finally feel good again, to exorcise the demonic memories of her gut wrenching hands on his back, or her obscene words towards him. He needed your purity to cleanse him again, to give him back his wings you'd granted him.

"They won't hear." He promised, but in reality he wanted them to, craving deep down inside his being to drench the walls in your heavenly sounds, to clean this room of her presence with the help of the pleasure he was giving you. He felt you give into him with ease, smile warm and happy as his fingers entered you, knowing that he could not nestle himself inside you without sacrificing safety. And getting you pregnant was far from his mind.

No, the only thing ever being inside you would be him, and no one else.

You breathed out in sweet euphoria as he worked you with his hand, before dipping down, taking the covers with him as his tongue got in contact with your pearl, mouth feasting on you like a starving man enjoying his first meal, humming in pleasure as your hand found its way into his hair, gently tugging, never hurting.

He highly doubted you could ever hurt a fly.

And you'd never have to, with Jungkook at your side ready to soak his hands in the blood of anyone you wanted to have killed in cold murder, all of it with a smile on his face. He was ready to flood the streets in his own guts just to make more room for your praise and affection inside of him, he'd do it all for you in a time shorter than his heart could ever beat.

Your sighs turned into mewls.

He pushed your legs apart gently, hands reminiscing in the feel of your skin underneath his palms as he put even more effort into his actions, making you squirm in pleasure as your back arched like a feline stretching itself after a well deserved rest as you came undone with his touch, mouth finally parting from you, crawling upwards to your face as he kissed you, uncaring of your own residue on his lips.

You loved him.

He suddenly let out a short moan as he felt your delicate hands touch his bulge, eyes questioning as you silently asked for his permission.

Who was he to deny you anything?

As you pulled him out of his underwear he sighed at the view, your entire body showing off how lost you were with the task you'd taken on, making him smile as he began to help you, placing your hands around him in a proper way and showing you how to please him.

You learned quick.

Slowly growing more confident, you started to grip him with a bit more confidence, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you suddenly dipped down, making his eyes as wide as the moon before he huffed out a breath, head falling back as he could only stare at the white ceiling when your tongue touched his tip. Your soft lips took him in, inviting him inside the warmth of your mouth as you gently sucked before releasing him again, using your saliva and his own precum as lubrication for easier motions.

He was in heaven.

Of course he'd though about it, yet it seemed almost embarrassing how he fell apart so quickly under your touch, cum suddenly spurting out as he came violently, not prepared to last under such circumstances. He caught his breath, smiling apologetically as he stood up on slightly unsteady legs, reaching for some tissues inside his backpack near the bed before crawling back to you, cleaning up your face and neck with the outmost care as you suddenly spoke. "So, was that.. good?" You asked, and he scoffed, kissing you deeply before he rested his forehead against yours.

"Angel, you just sent me to heaven." He said, making you giggle as he made you lie down, cleaning between your thighs as to not make too much of a mess of the sheets.

His cum stained tissues however, he'd leave as a present for the witch to find.

If she was to wake again, that is.

"I'm so sorry, she isn't feeling well-" Your father apologized, yet Jungkook simply waved him off with a sympathizing smile. You nodded next to him, agreeing with Jungkook that this was simply a bad day for her. Everyone got sick once in a while. "I hope you have a safe trip home, and thank you for the wine Jungkook, you really have taste." He said, pale skin showing to him that he'd seemingly been affected as well. "We'll stay in touch." He told Jungkook, hugging him in a friendly manner as a form of goodbye.

He was collateral damage.

He actually liked the man a bit, noticing how calm and collected he was, even though he had to share his life with a woman such as your mother. He admired him really, for spending his time with her every day, for simply coexisting with her, without feeling the need to end his own life.

But maybe this man had exactly those thoughts he wondered, as he though about the wine bottle inside his car, evidence he'd taken with him to discard of in safe distance.

And as you both waved one last time, driving off, Jungkook only had one sentence running around inside his head as he thought of the witch that was your mother.

"This time, please just stay dead."

“I don’t have much space-“ he said, sitting on the engine hood of his car, patting his thighs as an invitation for you. “But it’s gonna be okay. I like having you close anyways.” He mused, voice low and drawled as if exhausted. You sat on his lap, legs hanging off on one side, head leaning on his chest, craving his warmth like a newborn kitten. He snaked his arms around your form, bathing in your presence in pure feelings of bliss as you sighed. He looked down on you, hand running over the top of your head. “What is it angel?” He said, worry a present undertone in his voice. You played with the buttons of his coat as he watched the sun set in front of you both, twilight slowly setting in.

“They.. won’t take me away from you, right?” You asked timidly, unknowing why this option scared you so much. Those were your parents; you shouldn’t be scared of them, should you? Yet Jungkook had told you to be wary of them, and you knew he was to be trusted- when has he ever been wrong? He only wanted your best, just like he said; he only wanted you safe and protected, and it made you feel oh so special. The pure option that you could be forced to live without him now seemed utterly terrifying, like a phobia you didn’t know you had.

“No, no angel.” He said, smile ever so present as if he’d just been gifted the thing he’d always wanted. You seemed so upset with the mere possibility of being away from him, it showed him that you had finally accepted him fully; you finally were his and his alone. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He growled possessively, eyes growing cold as you leaned even closer to him, making him take a deep breath in fondness. “I’d rather die.” He whispered, and your head shot up, delicate hands on his chest, and an absolutely divine and desperate look on your face.

“Then I’ll die with you! You can’t leave me behind-“ you said, wide eyes looking at him in pure horror of the simple mention of his death, and he chuckled, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with gentle hands, as he answered you lowly.

“Don’t worry angel-“ he said, his hand resting on your cheek, eyes watching you like a piece of art. “I’ll take you with me wherever I go.” He said, leaning in for a kiss you eagerly accepted, uncaring of how his hands gripped your waist tightly. Dangerously. And you were just as uncaring of his next words that left his lips between heated kisses.

“Even if I’d have to kill you myself.” he mumbled into you as you smiled.

You felt like Romeo and Juliet.

Or bonny and clyde for that matter.

The news should've hit you hard, yet it only left you with questions. You by now had your suspicions on what had happened, yet instead of igniting fear, it only left you with more things to wonder about. Why would he do these things?

Was he this scared to loose you that he even killed in his desperation to keep you close?

Would you one day be his victim as well?

"Angel?" He asked, standing behind you as his eyes scanned your form, noticing how you'd stopped packing your stuff, simply sitting in your old bedroom, on the floor, on your knees, in the middle of the room. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Well.. were you?

And if you were-

For how long?

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[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep12: Brand New Mokuba Just Dropped

My tumblr has decided that it can’t save drafts again. Which sure is a problem I keep having but no one else seems to have...but were back. Back and ready to talk about cards.

First off, lets address the best thing about this episode, it’s the return of The A Team animation team! Dunno if it’s the same ones that did the seasons before, but it is a pretty good team this episode, so there’s lots of that to look forward to. Everyone is now 2 feet taller (Kaiba is 4 feet taller) and there’s just some really nice shots going on. It’s not as shiny as other seasons, which makes me think it might be a different team or a different studio using a different method (you don’t really see them playing with line weights anymore which makes it seem like a different method to me) but still--it’s a nicer looking episode today.

So we start off this episode with Seto begging us all to forget the hell that just happened and just get on with it. Of course, no one’s gonna do that, because yo, what just happened was kind of weird.

And because there’s only like...I dunno...maybe 2 episodes left in this arc? (kind of a quick arc, honestly) Leon decides to do a complete personality reversal. Although, it’s really hard to do a reversal when you didn’t have a personality in the first place...so I guess this more Leon showing us A personality--and I’ll take it.

He’s a little jackass now, but it’s youknow...still Leon so it’s not really that bad. Like we deal with Seto on the reg, so I feel like Leon as a jackass is just like...well that’s just how you play cards in this universe.

Everyone speculates whether or not Seto actually did a crime, and a SURPRISING number of them said he did not! Weird! But hey...I’ve gone over a billion times before, their memory is like when you throw popcorn into the ocean--it just fffzt’s and then it’s gone.

Roland was THIS close to actually saving Kaiba corp a huge hassle for once. This Close, Roland. You almost did it.

(read more under the cut)

I love that Roland has decided to give all these teens maybe the uncoolest nicknames in the entire world, and the teens have not made any indication whether they do or do not appreciate their alliteration nicknames.

But despite the fact that although Roland uses these opportunities behind the microphone to embarrass them just SO MUCH, the Kaibas still persist in having him introduce most of the matches. It makes it feel like the Kaibas freakin love this. They love his Dad jokes. I cannot tell if they are like “yes, please embarrass my friends.” of it they’re like “yes. Roland that was so cool. Yeah Leaping Leon. Good one! You’re so cool!” Because they don’t know what fun is.

Also, look what I see in the sky.

Truly a sign that they have overcome their trauma of seasons 2-3.

Or maybe they had a lot of blimps laying around and this is a completely unrelated blimp? Either way, I’m glad they can still handle the sight of a blimp.

And then, just out of nowhere, Mokuba hit puberty.

Which I mean, it was inevitable. It was going to happen some day. Luckily, we will be getting a new Mokuba this episode to make up for the fact that this one has done A Flirt and it was probably a completely innocent turn of phrase he has no idea is a double entendre but do the writers know that?

And while we ruminate the decisions there, lets bask in the glory of purple staircase.

This is such a purple staircase!

On another, identical staircase walks Leon, who gets to have a discussion with Zigfried, who probably just stood next to the wall and just chameleon’ed in here without getting caught cuz coincidentally this staircase dresses like him.

Freakin Mai?

Anyway, lets start this duel where like...I dunno, it’s a little late to start stealing souls, but maybe Leon will do a stab? (He will not)

So glad the storyboarder is back to kind of flex. I don’t normally see Roland drawn with this much attention. Look at him go. That’s the stance a grown man takes when he’s ready to embarrass a bunch of teens.

Kaiba writes a speech introducing himself, or Roland just kinda made up a speech as if Kaiba hadn’t asked him to do that. Either way it’s kind of a big way to talk yourself up--but he is trying to talk up the theme park so people will actually like...go. So it makes sense.

Also what is this nonsense where people worldwide are watching a theme park opening match? Card culture is so weird because we’ve noticed in other seasons there are people that don’t play cards, and I feel like they’re not watching this for fun. It’s like when I watch news unfold--they’re watching to see if they have to raid the toilet paper aisle and the canned goods again to prepare for yet another onslaught of card nonsense.

Legit Mokuba was like “Look at my bro. Look at how he gave up dueling to throw this nice tourney for everyone!” and it’s like...Mokuba...he just dueled...Mokuba...he’s putting all the profits directly in your pockets this is hardly a martyr up here.

Seto Kaiba decided to inform the world that he would have won if he was actually playing and that was sure a statement he made after losing to Yugi like...3 times now? Several times.

Everyone else converses how Leon’s acting weird. I don’t know why they care all of a sudden, because no one acts normal playing this game, but the plot desires them to care.

Which is when we find out...

...the new Mokuba...

That’s right. He was a Mokuba the whole time. For once we haven’t abducted Mokuba, instead...we have too many Mokubas.

This Mokuba even has hella long hair, too. I imagine if Mokuba proper had a ponytail it would probably look just like this but black. It would have been just--so good if he whipped off that ribbon and shook out his hair and it fluffed into a horrible Mokuba mess, but you know, that’s one of the many reasons why I don’t write for this series. That and I was like in high School when this came out.

(Please admire Kaiba’s head of Security who looks like he’s about to drop a poop out of terror. It’s a really small detail, but I appreciate that the storyboarder had him kind of antsy in the background)

Seto insists that the only one to beat Yugi Muto will be himself and it’s like...I know. That’s why I keep expecting someone to get stabbed by this tiny purple haired Mokuba. But instead, Leon’s too busy feeling mad that he’s not necessarily playing the game for fun.

But he’s still playing the game though? so I feel like Yami doesn’t have many stones to throw here. Leon hasn’t even cheated yet. (As if Yami isn’t cheating basically all the time by being 2 people in one body)

I can’t BELIEVE this show would throw that at me after the number of times I have seen Yami Muto nearly murder other people (and sometimes literally do a murder) out of revenge. Yami is basically a revenge god...like...show...what? It’s season 5, I thought we’ve basically cemented this in. Occasionally the show will just be all “card games are supposed to be fun though!!!” and it’s like...these are the last children on Earth who are playing card games for fun.

If anything, it should be Leon lecturing them on how to have fun. They just murdered a Great Leviathan with cards. Before that they were dealing with Noah, with Marik, with Pegasus, with Bakura. The times that Yugi has just played a game for fun has been...This Arc.

So maybe Yami is just begging himself to have fun for once. Maybe he’s just mad that he can’t play a single tournament without someone getting possessed? Maybe his frustrations really aren’t about little Leaping Leon, and more to do with Yami sick and tired of being a protagonist.

But, youknow, it’s not an anime, unless the protagonist hypocritically can get away with every sin out there and everyone else gets punished for it. So lets find out just how far Leon fell from fun-having grace with a flashback.

This Belle cosplayer went off in like...one of the most hilariously bad accents I’ve heard in a while, it was just so much, I’ll probably cap it because lolol.

But since Leon wasn’t actually in line to inherit the company, he has to sort of hole up in his room for his entire childhood. It’s kinda weird, since we can’t assume that Zigfried will either a.) live forever or b.) have or adopt or raise children in any capacity. But they’re pretty sure Zigfried will live forever, and in this universe--maybe.

Also, I’m really not sure why they have to dress like it’s 1890, but they sure are. The Victorian era just never left the Von Schroeder house. Like these women are wearing corsets to be in that dress, and you can’t BUY a corset to match this type of dress, you have to make your own, and I know, because in Quarantine, I got really into historical sewing videos.

I can’t believe I spent an entire year watching historical sewing videos. Holy crap. I don’t even sew.

But then again...Seto is kind of drawn like he wears a corset...so maybe people are still wearing them in the Yugioh universe? Maybe that’s how their fashion just works?

Guys...I analyze Yugioh fashion a lot but the fact that the Edwardians never freakin left this worldly plane is just...that’s canon to Yugioh. I really just want to sit back and analyze Yugioh fashion with a moodboard and try to connect all the dots logically as if they aren’t just one-off jokes, but I don’t know how I’d fit that on this post.

And like, one of y’all brought up in a comment in the last post that what’s neat about this arc is we are seeing Zigfried as what Seto would have been like if he hadn’t like...gotten cursed by Yugi Muto. So, going off that idea, I think it’s kinda fun that Zigfried’s outfit is a bit of a younger take on Pegasus’ whole look with the wrist lace and a fusion of Gozaburos look of wearing a cravat with a smoking coat. It’s fun to imagine that this is what Seto’s inner gremlin dresses like (which...now I think about it...was a thing from S1 where Yami defeated a Seto gremlin but...I don't remember much about it) Of course, Seto would also be hella dead if he hadn’t gone through the Yugi cycle, but it’s still a fun road to think about.

Plus, when we go down that road, it really makes this arc look even more like it’s just about Seto Kaiba’s therapy sesh to recover from the last several seasons that he’s accidentally (or intentionally??) invited the entire world to watch and that’s very funny to me.

Bro has informed me you can make a deck out of Jerry but could not show me any receipts.

...I mean that is Dartz right?

Like I know all the characters have cards of themselves IRL and all the characters are also based on cards that were made before they were on TV (with the exception of our main cast that was...youknow, a horror manga) but like...

...what’s up, Dartz?

Anyway, our little Mokuba decides to sneak out the house and run around the world at the ripe ol age of ... what I’m guessing is like 10-12, and is pretty sure he can just get away with that. Luckily, the crimes he’s committing are exactly the type of crimes that Zigfried needs.

(Pretty sure their Dad died or is incapacitated but OK, dub, go ahead and pretend that plot point didn’t go down last episode.)

Also, I’m really glad we got a good storyboarder for this part who was like “Zigfried looks...like that?” and still managed to make this character design really work this episode. In some parts they even gave Zigfried those wide Marik Eyes that are kind of ubiquitous with Yugioh. It just needs the right hands to draw it, and then any amount of...this outfit...can work.

So, just like when we met Mokuba in S1, he’s gonna do a duel on Yugi to save his family and probably also like Mokuba, not give a damn for how this game is supposed to be played. Luckily, this time Pharaoh doesn’t have any star chips lying around for this kid to just run around and steal before booking it out the back gate.

Yugi over there with his twitter-brand hot-takes, not knowing the difference between actual brainwashing and blackmail/family pressure.

(WHY IS MAI HERE?)

Look at that hatching!

Ah this is the 00′s content I’m here for! Check out the soft brush! The dodge and burn! Ah! Man this sure was an era of computer art! and stuff like this cost a lot of money to make and it looked ... like this!

Now I’m pretty sure we can make art that looks this dated on like...a free phone app.

PS please do not ever shade your art like this. This is what you don’t do. Do not do this. I will shed a single tear shaped like the Photoshop symbols for dodge and burn.

Also...guys...

next episode is Ep 13. Every season so far this show has been like “we’re normal, everything is normal” getting us complacent until exactly Ep 13, when everything gets really effed up. So...

will that happen? Will they continue this tradition into S5 or has it been a coincidence until now? Excited to find out.

Anyway, if you just got here, this is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part 16 of ??)

Hello metal husband and readers! Welcome to another update to Finding You! What’s on tap today you ask? Well, just keep reading and find out! New here and don’t want to spoil the story? Just hop on over to Part One through this link, and you can read through!

Word Count: 3,558

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Trigger warnings: One character’s a total douche, talk of war and death

Mc twirled the pencil she had been sketching with debating if she should ask the question she had been thinking about. Her and Michael were the only ones in the room and no one would be coming in for quite awhile. This was probably the best time she’d get to ask, "Hey, Michael. Can I ask you a question?"

He looked up from his book, "Yes? What is it?"

"Well, I was reading a book the other day, and I came across something odd. It… it was about the Avatar's Fall," Mc couldn't look at Michael, so she just continued, "Eyewitness accounts say there were eight angels that fell that day. So, I was wondering: Was there an eighth angel who fell that day?"

The silence was heavy, threatening to crush Mc. After a long moment, Michael's voice sounded lowly, "And just why were you reading about something like that?"

"Meeting them in person got me curious."

"And you would believe an eyewitness account over the teachings of the Celestial Realm?"

"Well, not necessarily. I just was curious since I'd never heard of there being another angel who Fell."

There was silence, and Mc still couldn't make herself look over, "I suppose just because some of them have paid attention to you makes you think you know all about demons.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it then? If you haven’t forgotten, demons will lie about anything. Sinning comes naturally to them. In fact, the seven you keep coming into contact with are the embodiment of some of the most damaging sins. The lower demons are even worse.”

“I just want the most information possible. If there was another angel who fell that day, shouldn’t we tell everyone?”

“You forget your place, Mc. You may have luxuries other angels do not possess, but that does not raise your station.  Questioning Father’s teachings. To believe something a demon wrote about another demon-"

"I'm not really questioning. I was just confused because-"

"And now you interrupt me? Just who do you think you are? I am an archangel, and the only reason you've been allowed down here. You are a simple angel that we have allowed to express her talents throughout the three realms. Do not make me wonder if it was the right decision."

Mc flinched at the door closing. Though he hadn't slammed it, nor had he raised his voice, she had felt the waves of displeasure rolling off of him. The threat about sending her back to the Celestial Realm had her really nervous. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the message had been sent.

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“I could’ve come to the castle.”

“Hmmm… I don’t think that would be for the best right now.”

Satan cocked his head, “Did something happen?”

“Kind of. Anyway, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?”

“Well, I kinda thought, since I have an invitation and all, that you could show me around the House of Lamentation.”

“I… I mean, if you want to. I’m warning you now, it’s almost never calm there. My brothers are… a handful.”

“Sounds great!”

Satan looked over in shock, “Seriously?”

Mc nodded her head, “I grew up with calm. I want some excitement.”

“Well, be careful what you wish for.”

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“GIVE ME BACK MY LIMITED DIAMOND EDITION SUCREY FRENZY SIGNED POSTER MAMMON! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S WORTH!”

“Course I know what it’s worth! Why’d ya think I took it in the firs’ place?”

“SO YOU DID TAKE IT!!!”

“Oh. Whoops! Forget I said anythin’.”

“MAMMON!”

A blur of demon shot past Mc and Satan. All Mc could make out was white and brown, before Leviathan went past, considerably slower than Mammon, but still fast for a demon. At least, Mc thought it might be Leviathan. The shy purple haired demon was now in all black, with black horns and a snake-like tail. He also looked like he was going to rip apart his brother.

Satan sighed, continuing forward, hands in his pockets, “Welcome to the House of Lamentation.”

“Shouldn’t we do something?”

“Hmm? Oh, about them? I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Ah. I see…”

“We should probably get you out of the immediate vicinity though. There’s no telling what those two idiots might do.”

“Where should we go then?”

“Hmmm… Well, since we’re close, I guess we could start with the kitchen.”

“Sounds good to me!”

As they walked, Mc looked around her. Though the decorations were both a tad macabre and extremely grand, she found herself… comfortable. The candle light cast everything in an almost cheery glow, and the atmosphere, while a little daunting, made her feel like she was…

“... Home.”

Satan stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly towards her, “W-wait… Hwat did you say?”

“Oh, did I say that outloud? Sorry. That probably sounded really weird,” when Satan didn’t answer, Mc continued a bit awkwardly, “It’s just… This is the most comfortable I’ve been in a brand new place in a long time. I thought maybe my attraction to the Devildom was just because of how novel it all is to an angel. But… Being in this house, it just makes everything feel more like… Home,” Mc looked up to see Satan looking at her with a very tender but sad look, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Let’s keep going.”

When they got to the kitchen, Belphegor and Beelzebub were there, former hiding his head in his arms and the latter consuming a concerning amount of food in a very short time. He stopped when Satan and Mc entered the room.

“Burfy! Wrok hus herr!”

“Hmmm? What? Who is it?”

“Ots Emm Fee!”

Belphegor lifted his head tiredly, but smiled when he saw Satan and Mc, “So, you took us up on the invitation?”

“Yup. Satan’s showing me around.”

“Do you guys want some food?” Beelzebub asked, mouth cleared for a second.

“Well, I-"

"Here. You can have this," Beel said, grabbing her hand and dropping what looked to be a kind of sweet bun in it. He gazed at it for a second then looked at her and grinned before walking back to his food pile. 

"You should eat it," Satan said quietly, " He doesn't share his food with just anybody."

"Oh. Okay," Mc said, looking at the sweet. She took a small bite and then her eyes grew wide before eating the whole thing.

"Thought you'd like it," the Avatar of Gluttony smiled.

"It was absolutely delicious! What was it?"

"An orange roll. It's a human word treat."

"I'm going to have to have Luke make it later."

"Did he come with you?" Beel's eyes were shining. 

"Ummm… Not this time."

"Oh."

"I'll make sure to let him know next time I'm coming."

"Please do," Beel said, smiling again. 

"Well, I'm going to continue our tour if that's alright."

"Yes, please do," Mc smiled, turning back to him.

"Have fun you two," Belphie said, dropping his head back onto his arm.

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Mc and Satan progressed through the house. The feeling of familiarity just kept growing as they went. There was a room off the kitchen that Mc felt very drawn to. Satan said it was just an unused bedroom, nothing of note, but it did nothing to curb her interest. In fact, it made her want to see what was inside even more.

When they got to the library, they had to stop because Mc was so excited. No matter how many library’s she saw, personal or otherwise, they never failed to excite her. The fact it was the personal library of the Fallen was not lost on her.

“Do you want to stop here for a bit?” Satan chuckled.

Mc turned to him with wide eyes, “Can we?”

“Of course. Spending time with books is always time well spent. Anything in particular you’d like to look for?”

“Ummm… Do you just want to give me a tour?”

“Of the library?... Hmm… I suppose I could do that. Lucifer does like it organized a certain way. And, of course, if there’s a book that catches your eye, all you have to do is say the word and we can stop to read.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re really after,” Mc teased.

“Well, can you blame me? Reading with someone in companionable silence is one of life’s greatest joys.”

“Well, I suppose it is nice to just sit and read with Sim, though he’s probably the only one I’ve read with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Most other angels don’t just sit and read very often. Unless it’s scripture.”

“Sounds about right,” Satan said, rolling his eyes and starting to climb the stairs that lead to the second story of the library.

The “certain way” Lucifer liked the books to be organized was by genre, then alphabetically by author.If an author had multiple books, they were to be then sorted alphabetically by title, any series sorted by the first book’s title then in order. Many of the books were old though in impeccable condition. Mc was impressed by the breadth of selection available, and she could sense some spacial magic at work which housed more books than what was visible to the naked eye. While browsing, Mc found a book that looked interesting, and carried it until the tour was over. Satan happened to have a book in a hidden pocket in his jacket so they decided to sit and read awhile. Instead of the ground floor, Satan knew of a little nook on the second story which had a cushioned window seat and two plush reading chairs, so they went and sat there.

Though the story was interesting, she just couldn’t get into the book she’d grabbed. Her mind kept wandering back to her earlier conversation with Michael. She didn’t know how she could have brought up the subject in a way where he wouldn’t have gotten so upset with her. He’d reprimanded her before, but never had he been so dismissive and final about it.

“Are you alright?” Satan’s voice cut through her thoughts. She looked over to see him watching her.

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and averted her eyes, “It’s… Well, I got reprimanded by Michael.”

“Why?”

So Mc told him about her search for information, how Barbatos had told her to ask Michael and his rebuke. When she finished, Satan’s face was impossible to read. He was silent for long enough, she was concerned she had offended him somehow. Finally he spoke, “Lilith. Her name was Lilith. If you want some answers about what happened, I think Lucifer would be the best person to give them to you. I would suggest Beel, but he has enough trauma about what happened as it is. I don’t even know if he remembers, or if he’s blocked it…”

“Blocked what?”

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Satan knocked on a bookshelf on the ground floor. A deep voice sounded from behind it, “Enter.” At the word, the bookshelf sung open to reveal a secret room. Despite wondering what was going on, Mc was both delighted and intrigued.

“You guys actually have a secret room behind a bookcase?!”

Satan shrugged, “Yeah. The house has a lot more secrets too. It would’ve been my room had I not lost a bet with Lucifer. Now it’s his office,” and with that, he walked in.

The whole room was a lot cozier than Mc would’ve expected. Austere and imposing yes, but there was a level of warmth and comfort to the room Mc would never have expected.

“Satan, what is it?” Lucifer sat at his desk, quill scratching across some paperwork. He hadn’t looked up.

“Mc has a question for you.”

This got him to look up, “Ah Mc. How can I help you?”

“Oh, if I’m interrupting something I can come back later.”

“I could use a break anyway. Please continue,” Lucifer sat there expectantly.

“Okay. Umm…” the memory of Michael flashed through Mc’s mind, and she winced a bit, but continued on with her story. Lucifer’s eyes darkened the further into the story she got. When she got to Michael’s chastisement, Lucifer got up from his chair abruptly, and went over to his window, back to Satan and Mc. Mc faltered in her story, watching as his clothes changed, horns pushing up and out from his head.

“I told her you’d be the one to ask,” Satan intervened, coming to stand behind Mc.

“Why? You know everything. You were there,” Lucifer asked, back still turned.

“You know the whole story,” Satan shrugged, eyes on the black clad figure.

Lucifer was silent and unmoving for quite awhile. Mc’s tension was on high alert for quite awhile, not seeing the horns retreating, until he finally spoke, “Before I begin, I feel I must warn you. You are going to hear things you probably won’t like or agree with. You are not to interrupt me. There will be a chance for me to answer your questions at the end, but only at the end. I will not explain my actions. The only person I answer to is Lord Diavolo. Whether you believe them correct or not, I am not embellishing the truth nor am I trying to hide from it. Knowing all of that, do you want me to continue?”

“... Yes. I would like to know the truth,” Mc answered confidently, though the fact he was still angry put her on edge. She knew he wasn’t angry at her at least.

The eldest, having calmed down enough to revert out of his demon form, came over and sat behind his desk. Satan came and sat next to her, earning a look from Lucifer, “You’re going to stay?”

“She is my guest.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, turning his attention back to Mc, “Have you heard about the Great Celestial War?” Mc nodded, and he continued, “No doubt you’ve heard their version of what happened. Probably talks about me and my brothers rampaging around the Celestial Realm until they finally cast us out?” Lucifer looked to her for confirmation.

“More or less,” Mc conceded.

“I am sure they make me out to be a villain in every way?”

“They say before you became angry, you were the model angel.”

“That is… interesting to know. Thank you for that. Now, where to begin?... Do you know anything about our sister?” Mc shook her head no, and Lucifer sighed angrily, “To think they just… Lilith came into my little makeshift family with Beel and Belphie. They were almost triplets in a sense of the word. Beel was the sun, Belphie the moon and Lilith the stars, though I would argue she shined the most brightly out of them. She was... angelic. They should really point to her as the model angel. She was everything an angel should and could be. Though they were all very close, once Beel made himself my bodyguard, Belphie and Lilith spent a lot of time together. Belphie had a habit of going off the the human realm whenever he could, which was not seen as a good thing, though he knew how to keep himself unattached to the humans he happened to meet, so no one could really do much more than grumble. That is, until Lilith started going down him.

Her heart was so pure and full of love, she ended up falling in love with one of the humans she met. Belphie tried to talk her out of it, but it was no use. When the rumors started, I asked both of them what was going on. From what they both said, it was love at first sight. Though I was furious, I went down myself to meet the man in question, and found myself unable to criticize her. He was everything I could have wanted for my sister. 

Unfortunately, he was mortal and he came down with a serious illness. Lilith was devastated. We all tried to tell her this was a good thing. He was a good enough person he would probably join us in the Celestial Realm. I even spoke with my father and got permission for her to lead him to the Celestial Realm when he passed. She wouldn’t listen however. He had told her all about his dreams for the future and she couldn’t let his life end. SO she concocted a plan. I wish she would’ve told me about it earlier, but I only found out about it after the deed had been done. She took a Tarel fruit and fed it to him,” Mc gasped despite herself. That fruit was precious. Michael himself wasn’t allowed any unless Father approved of it. Lucifer didn’t even acknowledge the outburst, “He recovered, obviously, but the damage was irreversible. As punishment for her sins, my father decided she would be put on trial, though we all knew the outcome, “ as did Mc. Either death or complete exile. They were essentially one-and-the-same.

“I had… many issues with the Celestial Realm and how it was run. How it probably still is. I was able to put those all aside however for the sake of my family and my position. This however,” and Mc could see the rage that still filled his eyes, “I could never forgive. Not if it meant the death of our dear baby sister. All my brothers felt the same way, especially Beel and Belphie. We all decided we were going to do something about it. Despite what anyone might say, I did try to go the “correct way” in the beginning. Supplications to my father. Speaking to others that might listen. I think we even tried a petition at one point. Very few would listen. I think there was a level of envy from most of the other angels. They saw in Lilith all their shortcomings, and so they had latched onto the one “bad” thing anyone could ever remember her doing.

“Tensions came to a head one day when I told my father and Michael I would do everything in my power to keep Lilith safe. Michael then looked me dead in the eyes and told me my sister was going to be punished, even if he had to do it himself. I left that meeting trembling with rage, and that’s when I knew I would wage war against anyone who tried to hurt my family, even if that meant fighting my father myself. I flew into the sky that day and sent my declaration of war over the entire Celestial Realm.

“Some came to our aid, but most sat on the opposing side. The war was long and bloody. Many that had flocked to our aid perished, low ranked angels who didn’t stand a chance against the likes of Michael and his bow. On what would come to be known as the last day of the war, we had so few left, my precious family had to be put near the front of the battle. Everything was going fine, and we were actually winning when I saw Michael emerge from the enemy forces. He had spotted Lilith, standing with Beel and Belphie, and I could see his intentions before anyone else. I tried my hardest to reach the three youngest, but a large crowd of angels came to attack me. Whether it was his plan all along to keep me tied up with so many, I don’t know. All I do know is that by the time I had fought off all my attackers it was too late. He had strung three arrows pointing them at my family. They all knew it was coming too, and I watched the panic set in to all three of them, with Beel in the middle. He chose to save Belphie. Lilith went down with an arrow to the wing, which was then followed by three more arrows shot by others, one to her other wing, one to the stomach, and then one to the chest. She looked over to me as she started falling and I…” Lucifer’s voice broke and he had to take a second to compose himself, “Well, let’s just say I will never forget it. After the shock had worn off, I flew after her as she fell. I tried to shoot down as fast as I could hoping to grab her, but it was no use. She crashed into the Devildom, wings singed body broken.

“I didn’t tell anyone about that day for a long time. Eventually I did tell Barbatos and Lord Diavolo who Lilith’s murderer was, which is why Barbatos knew who to send you to for answers. The fact Michael wouldn’t come clean about the whole thing, and that they’ve essentially erased her from history… It makes my blood boil. To see Diavolo acting so chummy with my sister’s murderer…” Mc could see, through the film of tears blocking her vision, Lucifer’s horns starting to emerge again.

Without thinking, she crossed over to him and hugged him, openly weeping. The thought was appalling. Whenever people spoke about the Great Celestial War, they always spoke of Michael’s brilliant  tactical genius. They spoke of how he’d helped crush the rebellion, though they had never gone into detail. She now knew why. Lucifer was taken aback for a second by the behavior, but eventually hugged her back.

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So, yeah. That happened.

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Part Seventeen

[datawyrms]

Ectober Day 2: Possession

“Soooooo, what’s eating you?”

Sam’s question jerked Tucker out of his roaming thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be asking what I’m eating?”

She rolled her eyes at the joking deflection, edging across the attic floor towards the space Tucker had set up his ‘workstation’, ie his homework that was getting ignored and everything he needed to keep his PDA running. “Fine. What’s bugging you.”

“I’m the one that does that too! No more spy cams for creepy old ghosts.”

“Tucker.”

Her stare was cold and unimpressed, and gnawed at him even as he pretended not to notice, studying the ceiling very intently.

“I can’t help if you keep pretending you’re fine, you know.”

“I’m fine Sam. You’re just wearing so much eyeliner everyone looks depressed.” His grin was short lived, as it didn’t manage to even get an amused snort out of his best friend.

“Whatever.” She leaned back, book in hand as she got back to trying to study. Yet even with her distracted he felt a pang of guilt for continuing to deflect. Of course she was just trying to be a good friend, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about the problem.

Rechecking the same things over and over on his PDA wasn’t getting anything accomplished, and the loss of casual conversation as they worked just made everything feel more awkward. This was meant to be a relaxing time, when they could just chill and not worry about stuff for a bit, but he’d gone and made it all weird by being jumpy. Sam was way better at keeping silent for long sketches of time too, so she’d win this. His fingers itched as he considered. Maybe he could just make something up? Nah. They knew one another too well for that to actually work.

“It’s seriously nothing bui-”

“But what Tucker. Whatever it is, you’ve been weird all week.” You don’t have to pretend it’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, okay! Let me finish, sheesh.” That earned a smirk at least, though he still hesitated. “Well you know the whole...overshadowing thing.”

“Yeah? It’s freaky, but he’s cut it out. Mostly.” she shrugs, then narrows her eyes. “Wait, has he not cut it out? Do I need to give him a lecture about bodily autonomy for three hours? Because I will.”

He chuckled, remembering the time his absent friend had been going on about how you should never anger a Manson. “Did you actually have a slideshow?”

“I had three slideshows, thank you very much.” She seemed a bit more at ease, but wasn’t shaken off poking for an answer. “Seriously Tuck, if he’s just being an unthinking idiot again you gotta say something.”

“No, Danny’s been fine on that. I think he learned his lesson after last ime.” He’d gotten quite the apology from the half ghost after Sam chewed him out about what he was actually doing when he went and overshadowed someone. “I just. I don’t know, hasn’t he seemed a bit…” He waved his hand, unable to find the word he wanted.

“Overprotective? Yeah.”

“Like today? Acting like we might drop dead at a study session because he’s grounded?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Or he was just grumpy about being grounded?”

“I don’t think so. He gets weird whenever we might not be around, even if he isn’t grounded.” A pang of guilt made him lower his voice, even if his friend had no way of overhearing him. “I swear I’ve caught him going all ‘scary eyes’ when mom and dad have plans.”

“You’ve seen that too?” Sam looked uncomfortable, eyes flicking around the room for a ghost that wasn’t there. “Y’know how I’ve been trying to befriend Paulina now that she’s chill out a bit?”

“And you chilled out a bit.”

“Hey, she tried to date Danny just to get at me, I get to be petty.”

“A little. Though you almost squashed her.” he teased, getting a light shove.

“Quiet mister ‘I’m just going to be a fear hulk ghost that steals cars’.”

“Man that sounds messed up.”

“Get used to the dumbest things around here, I guess.” The goth nodded. “Anyway, Paulina. It always starts getting cold if he spots us chatting or whatever. Nothing big, we’re more acquaintances than anything but it’s kinda weird.”

“Does he know he’s doing it?”

“No idea. I’ve hissed at him to cut it out, but I can’t tell if the dumb look is genuine or not.”

“It does always look natural on his face.”

“Oooh, blackmail. I’ll totally tell him you said that.”

“No you won’t, ‘cus you started it.”

“Shoot.” Yet even as the pair’s snickering subsided, the vague sense of unease stayed.

“I get he probably doesn’t mean anything by it, but it’s like the whole overshadowing deal. Doesn’t it kinda feel like he seems a bit…” he trailed off, not really wanting to voice it even if he’d brought it up in the first place.

“Entitled to our attention?”

He shook his head. “No, not that. More like...we belong to him, or something? That we’re his ghost property?”

“Darn it Tuck. I really want to say no, you’re totally off.”

“But you can’t, can ya.”

“Ghosts have possession issues part two?” She groaned, rubbing at her forehead. “This is so not gonna be fun to point out, you know that?”

“Better we do before he tries scaring anyone who comes near us off.”

“Ooooh no, you’re gonna break it to him. Not me. Nuh uh, I had to do it last time.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #389

“i’m well aware i’m a danger to myself  /  are you aware i’m a danger to others?”

How much do you weigh? Yeah, we're starting off on a bad foot. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Putting Roman's used litter in the trash. Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? Hm... I guess you could love them, but it'd be a complicated situation. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? If it's purely for sport, from the very bottom of my heart, fuck you. Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? I'd say it's decently fast. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. My grandma lived there. Are you sensitive to caffeine? No. It does like... nothing to me. How do you usually get around? My mom's car. Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? No actually, but I know I kinda am. What do you think about Kim Kardashian? I don't have an opinion of her. Can you speak any French? No. Favorite yogurt flavor? The only yogurt I've been liking lately is cookies and cream to add a different texture, because otherwise, I don't like its natural texture very much??? Idk man, my taste buds are wild. How much money do you have in your wallet right now? Just like $5. What bottled water brand do you like? Essentia. Your favorite way to eat chocolate? As chocolate bars, probably. How often do you listen to country music? Like, never. Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold? Linkin Park. Last surgery you had? Pilonidal cyst removal. Have you ever played guitar? I briefly took classes for it in high school, yes. Best I got to was playing some of the intro to "Crazy Train." I enjoyed it, but not enough to be consistent and really learn. Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? I don't think so? What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? Independence and confidence would be nice... Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? No. Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? God no. I love my online friends. Half of 'em more than "irl" ones. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? I have to be VERY invested in it to care THAT much. It happened most recently when Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty premiered. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? Early in the morning. I'm in a better mood in the morning. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? I have a calorie-counting app, as well as one to track my period. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? My mom's, best friend's, and psychiatrist's. If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? I don't really know. Maybe the very first Pride event? Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it? Ride a rollercoaster, for one. I know I never will, though. I'm too afraid of throwing up, but even more realistically, I fear passing out before of the twisting and turning and just standing up makes me very dizzy. My blood pressure is STUPID low. What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? Have kids. That's a big 'ole fat no from me. Have Jehovah's Witnesses ever come to your door? Twice at least. Are you well-known by people in your area? No. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No, thank Christ. It sounds terrifying. What's your favourite type of bird? Barn owls. Melanistic ones, to be exact. Stunning. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? I'm only keeping up with Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. Have you ever dated a smoker? For less than a day. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Besides the school band. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? No. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Multiple times. Have you ever taken a ride in a convertible? I think once with my brother. Why did you last need to use a band-aid? I'unno. What fruit do you eat most often? Apples. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My ma. Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? A few times. I don't feel like thinking over this. Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? I've tried almond milk, and I hated it. If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? uhhhhhh idk When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? I'm essentially always in my room. If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? No. Do you find piercings attractive? Yep. Do you like potato chips? Loooove 'em. What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? Nothing beyond checking Jason's Facebook sometimes after the breakup, I think. Even that though I wouldn't recommend doing. You're just going to get yourself hurt. Stay away from exes' profiles. Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? Yep. I don't give a fuck what's in your pants, you don't hit anybody unless you're fighting to defend yourself. What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? I mean... define "old." I'll go with The Lion King for old, and for new, uh... Finding Dory, probs. Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. I don't really know what IS trendy right now... Is Snapchat still "in?" Because I've never gotten that. “Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? I think I'm kinda neutral about it? Like I mean it also depends on exactly what is said. I prefer more loving talk, though. What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? I'm a basic fatass that likes American cuisine most, aha... Like give me a cheeseburger and I'm happy lmao. How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? I love it more now at a short length than I ever did long. When it was long and I was in my deepest depression, I was awful about brushing it. It would get so knotted. Like looking back, it nearly makes me shiver. I HIGHLY recommend cutting your hair for anyone who struggles with selfcare. How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? I'm single, but hypothetically, if you're checking an ex's page nearly every day, I would not be okay with that. I'm totally fine with exes remaining friends and just cordially talking now and again, but that's it. It's a respect thing. Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? I personally like cologne if it's not overwhelming. I really don't care if you wear it or not, though. Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? This survey is so heteronormative. But anyway, unless there was an issue like it not fitting, I'd want my spouse to wear their ring. What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? There are a lot of reasons I don't want kids. I'm too selfish with my "me" time, I stress out too easily, I don't want to dedicate my life to keeping another person alive and fed and happy, I have bad genes... I could go on and on. I just wouldn't be a good, "present" enough mom. I am much more interested in ensuring *I* am okay. Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? Not at all. I mean I want a smooth and memorable wedding, but I'm not obsessed with it being perfect. Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? That's certainly not cheating, but I wouldn't like it. Being secretive about anything in a relationship is unhealthy, imo. I'd be hurt and also very insecure because I wouldn't feel like "enough." How old is too old for trick-or-treating? Honestly? I don't think you ever are. Like come on, does it REALLY matter? Let people have fun. I don't do it because of societal standards, but I would if I didn't care about being judged. Do you sleep with your arms over or under the covers? It depends on the temperature, but I normally wake up with them under. Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band? I have an Ozzy one stored somewhere, but it doesn't fit me now. There was another I really liked too, but that one is WAY too small now. Fries or onion rings? Fries. I'm not a fan of onion rings. True/False: you’ve had an odd dream this week. Story of my life. I had one last night where I kept dying in different ways, and I actually felt the pain, like drowning in magma. Do you find tattoo sleeves attractive? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Do you like carving pumpkins? Yeah. What’s an animal you want to have as a pet but can’t? My mom has absolutely forbidden me to get a tarantula (uh, many tarantulas in my case) until I move out, lol. That doesn't stop me from checking Craigslist like every day. ;_; Have your parents ever caught you drinking? "Caught," no. Any time I've drunk, I've had permission or was a legal adult by then. How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? First be humiliated at my appearance and then absolutely pass out lmao. Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? No, thank fuck. The person you have a crush on is drunk and goes to kiss you, you know they don’t realize what they’re doing, but do you kiss anyways? If I know it's something they wouldn't do sober, absolutely not. What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? Any would be lovely, but the poem would appeal most to me because of the amount of thought that goes into poetry. Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? What? I don't think so, no. Which holiday is the most fun to decorate for? Halloween. What was the first website you had an email account on? Yahoo. Have you ever written a fanfic? No. Tattoos or piercings? Both are grand, but tats win. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? I saw this picture of a snake split open that had eaten another snake. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? Lil cozy one! I don't want more space than is needed for cleaning reasons, as well as price. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Who’s the best kisser you know? Jason was. Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. I'd like it to stay that way. (If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? Ew, no. Do you have a deep voice? For a woman, yes. Do you play games with boys/girls, like 'hard to get’? Hi, I'm an adult. Is there a Sonic where you live? YES. It's my fave fast-food place. What do you like on your pizza? I have three go-tos depending on my mood: Pepperoni, jalapenos, or meat lovers.

[imaginesbyem]

Prom Queen - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: (Y/N) struggles with feeling invisible when compared to her best friend. 

Loosely based off of the song Prom Queen by Caitlin Turner. 

“Can you hold this for a sec?” Allison asks me as she passes me her bag, not waiting for a response. I hold onto it while she slides her jacket on, even though the weather was way too hot to be wearing leather.

“Super cute Al!” I hear a voice shout out, only for my gaze to meet Lydia Martin’s. Well, the side of her face at least. “Totally ties in the boots. Scott will go crazy for it!” She laughs. I stand there awkwardly, still holding onto Allison’s bag. I feel like some weird doorman who spies in on his client’s personal lives. “Oh! Also, I haven’t heard back from you about this Friday!” 

“Sorry Lydia! I’ve been flat out studying.”

“What’s this Friday?” I ask, trying to join into the conversation. Lydia looks at me as if I’m pulling her leg.

“Lydia’s Annual Halloween Party!”

“I thought we were watching reruns of the It Tele Series?” I asked, genuinely confused. 

“Oh, I completely forgot! Sorry Lyds.”

“Why don’t you just come along too, (Y/N)?” Lydia asks nonchalant but is met with laughter from both the girls. “What?”

“Parties just aren’t really my scene.” I giggle. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” She jokes resulting in a frown finding it’s way to my face. “But, if you change you’re mind, the invitation is still extended. I just had a plan ready to finally get Scott and Allison together!” She smiles. I’m instantly hit with a pang of guilt. “See you in 4th.” She nods to Allison and leaves.

“You should go.” I spit out quickly before I change my mind. 

“What? No. We have plans.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be the reason you and Scott don’t get together.” 

“(Y/N), if Scott and I are meant to be together then it’ll work out. I’m sure there will be another ‘Annual Lydia Martin Party’ soon enough, anyway.” she chuckles

“I know but I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“Don’t be silly. You know I only chose to move to this school so we could hang out more!” I’m stumped. I don’t know how to respond and Allison knows it’s going to eat me up inside. “Come with me.” 

“What?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We can just drink and talk shit all night!” 

“I don’t know...”

“Think about it. Please?” I just sigh and finally hand back her bag which I realised I had been anxiously clutching onto. 

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“I can’t believe you roped me into this.” I say as I try on yet another outfit of Allison’s. The party was costume, so naturally I brought a hockey mask and a flannel and called it a day. But, apparently that wasn’t what the girls would be wearing. Allison tried to explain that Lydia’s parties are different to our ones. When it’s Halloween, its really how slutty can you dress. When its Christmas, again, how slutty can you dress. Basically every party is a frat boys dream in disguise. 

“That looks awesome!” I stare down at the sexy Poison Ivy costume she had ordered online. 

“I look like I’m trying to get arrested for drug possession.” Allison groans. “Forget it. I shouldn’t even be going.” 

“No, no, no! I’m sorry! I just want you to grab the attention of a special someone tonight!”

“Who?”

“Oh, come on. You basically drool every time Stilinski walks in the same room as you.” 

“You make me sound like I have severe mental issues.”

“Well....” She jokes and I grab a pillow, throwing it at her. We laugh as we continue throwing things at one another. “And you thought dressing up was the only frat boy dream we’d be acting out tonight.” She laughed as we realised how cliche a pillow fight was.

“Okay. I think I’m gonna wear the vampire costume then. It’s the only one with a portable blanket I can wrap around myself.” I laugh as I pick up the cloak. 

“Fair enough. I’ll go for the witch then!” Allison says as she grabs the mini dress.

“That’ll definitely put Scott under some kind of spell.” I laugh.

“That’s the plan.” She winks.

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“Allison! You came!” Lydia squeals as we walk through the door to the backyard. Eyes turn towards us and I feel my cheeks heating up and Lydia hugs Allison, and goes into some conversation about boys. I stand there, not knowing how to contribute whatsoever to the conversation, but  from the looks of it, no one really notices me awkwardly standing around, waiting. So a bit of a plus side I guess. 

“(Y/N/N), I’ll be back in a sec. Lydia’s gonna introduce me to one of her guy friends. I’m guessing to try to make Scott jealous.” She giggles. “I’ll meet you by the drinks table in 20.” She calls out as Lydia drags her away. Great.

I look around and realise the people here are all complete strangers. Yeah, I may have spoken to a couple of them once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes at a time, and never about anything other than school or homework. I sigh and help myself to the drinks table, skulling a drink and then pouring another. 

“Woah. Tough night for you too?” I hear a voice behind me chuckle. 

“You wouldn’t believe.” I muttered only to turn around and be met with the brown eyes belonging to Stiles. Somehow, he’s the only guy that doesn’t look straight through me. I feel like when he talks to me, he is actually listening and intrigued in what I have to say. “Stiles!” I say in surprise.

“(Y/N)!” He repeats, imitating my shock. “What’s up?” He says, motioning to the drink.

“Trying to forget I exist.” I laugh but a slight frown settles on his face. 

“And why’s that?”

“Just wanna be like everyone else I suppose.” I try to joke. The words flew out of my mouth before I had the chance to catch them in my throat.

“Don’t I know how that feels.” Stiles says as he stares off, drinking from a freshly poured cup. 

“You’re kidding. Stiles, you’re impossible not to notice!” I laugh.

“Not so sure about that. Don’t forget, it wasn’t until Scott became the ‘True Alpha’ that people even started looking somewhat in my direction. I followed Lydia like a lost puppy. She probably doesn’t even remember me doing it.”

“Don’t be stupid Stiles. I loved listening to the snarky comments you made back in class.” Stiles smiles softly at me before being bumped into by some strange guy running past. I feel my white shirt get doused with the red liquid.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Stiles says, reaching to wipe the drink off of my shirt.

“Stiles!” I shout and he quickly realises what he’s doing. 

“Fuck. Sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay! Now it just looks like I’ve been feasting on blood” I say, motioning to my vampire outfit. Stiles laughs slightly, shaking his head.

“It looks like you’re going to freeze. Here, come with me.” Stiles says as he grabs my hand. I feel my heart flutter slightly as he protectively leads me towards the stairs, pushing through the crowd that pays us no attention. 

Stiles pushes open a door which leads to Lydia’s bedroom. “Sit down, I’ll grab a wet towel.” As Stiles runs off, I look around her room. Photos featuring Lydia and her many friends litter the room. But my eyes stop on one. Lydia’s arms are thrown around Stiles as she smiles widely. 

“What ya looking at?” I jump, hearing Stiles so close behind me that I could almost feel his breath on my neck.

“Jesus! Scared the hell out of me!” I say, holding my hand to my chest. “Just admiring all of Lydia’s photos.”

“Yeah, she has a lot of friends.” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Here’s your towel.” He says as he holds up a damp cloth, obviously wanting to avoid what happened only a few moments ago. 

“Cheers.” I sit down on the bed and begin trying to wipe down the mark. Stiles sits next to me and watches on, not knowing what to say. “You know whats funny? I’m sitting here, trying to get punch out of my shirt, and it’s still more fun than what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles chuckles at my hopelessness. 

“I mean, every time I’ve ever gone to one of these stupid parties I just stand around waiting for my friend to be ready to leave.”

“If I knew thats how you felt I would have kept you company.”

“Nah, it’s okay. You were probably too busy running after Lydia anyway.” I giggled.

“Don’t remind me.” He sighs. 

“Don’t worry Stiles. It’s every guys dream to be with the hot popular girl. You’re not breaking any barriers.” I roll my eyes, teasing him.

“It wasn’t even that though. I guess it just felt like that’s what I should want. I always struggled with feeling invisible so I thought that the perfect solution would be to have the girl that everyone loves, love me. I don’t know, it sounds kinda stupid when I say it out loud. Must be all the punch” Stiles forced out a chuckle.

“It’s not stupid!” I place my hand on his leg, comforting him. He smiles softly up at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I didn’t realise you felt that way.”

“Yeah, well I’ve kind of gotten used to being in the background I suppose.”

“Trust me I know how you feel.”

“What?” Stiles turns his head towards me in confusion.

“It’s not that surprising. The only time people look at me is when Allison introduces me to them.” I laugh.

“That’s not true. I watch you all the time!.. Wait- that sounded creepy.” He laughs.

“Not wrong there.” I chuckle.

“I just meant, you’re so interesting to watch. You’re always pulling that weird face when you get confused in class, and your reactions when Scott and Allison attempt to flirt is priceless.”

“What can I say, it’s horrific. Like, just ask her out to dinner if you want to date. Stop circling around it.” I laugh, thinking back to every class with Scott trying to get Allison’s attention.

“That easy, huh?” The right side of Stiles’ face widens into a smile.

“Well I mean, I think sometimes you just have to make the leap and not be worried about falling.” I say, looking straight into Stiles’ eyes. 

“That’s a really interesting opinion. I’d love to hear you discuss it more. Maybe over dinner?” 

“I-. I’d love to.” I giggle at his poor attempt to ask me out.

“Wow. I guess it really was that easy.” Stiles half-mutters to himself.

“Hold your horses, Stilinski. You could always ruin it by trying to share my desert or something.” I giggle.

“Well, I guess we’ll see if it looks worthwhile wasting a couple years of mustering up the courage to ask you out. Probably not. Unless it’s passionfruit. Then you’re a goner.” He jokes with a slight smile on his face, struggling to maintain his seriousness. 

“Ha. Ha.” I smile, looking deeply into his eyes as I feel his thumb brush over my hand. “We should probably head back downstairs. Allison will be wondering where I am.”

“Let her wonder.” He smiles, convincing me to linger in this moment of bliss a minute more.

(A/N: I haven’t proof read, so sorry if there’s a couple of mistakes. I’ve been putting off posting for a bit so I know I just need to stop second guessing or it’ll never make it’s way out of my drafts :P ).

[jackbabewang]

New to this

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Basketball au, College au, Fluff, Romance, Tropey scenes

Word count: 5,400

Basketball has never been your thing, but now it shall be, and will be. Since the player himself has become your thing.

June is named as the ‘sports month’ where intercollegiate athletics will be conducted. It has gotten lots of immediate word of mouth, people keep talking about it every week, especially the high profile or “big-time” prestige or elite sports of men’s basketball. Unsurprisingly, your institution is hosting the ever nerve-wracking game, moreover competing against its ancient rival in the finals. Such resentment and bad blood between the two universities are not unknown in the communities as well as to the public. Which makes everything quite a huge deal. Even amidst the heat of war, you belong to the minimal percentage of students who give no signs at all of being interested. Yet when the day comes, your friend is quick to latch on to any opportunity to drag you away from where you are supposed to be.

On both sides of the court, bleachers full of fans screaming with a lot more of them opting to stand around the perimeter of the field. Green means calmness; you are feeling all sorts of its shade. Red means tension; which you are unrelatable to the latter. Among the young people, even lecturers can be found standing in two rows one behind the other. A sigh of relief left you at the absolute certainty that you are guilt-free about skipping class. This will be your first and last time. Attendance is not something you want to risk anyway.

Thud Thud Thud

The pinging thuds of a dribbled basketball, counterpointed by shoes chirping on the varnished floor. Growing roars now filled up your ears as your friend somehow managed to squeeze into a place on the front row. You know little or nothing about basketball, and have never contemplated the possibility of knowing more about it. You have no idea what the referee signals mean, why are the points accumulated in two or three, why is no one blocking that one guy from shooting. According to your enthusiastic friend, it is called a free throw. And you still have no idea why it occurs so often, why is it this guy instead of that guy. With all of these questions floating around in your head, you have a good sense to keep your mouth shut though.

The team that currently has the orangey brown ball in hand breaks into pairs and scatter along the sideline while passing back and forth. A freakishly tall guy sends the ball flying across the court, like a zap of lightning it directs to a dumbfounded you. Your body shutting down in a position of freeze, feet seemingly cemented into the ground beneath you. Panic swiftly moves up from the pit of your stomach, lodging in your chest and makes breathing difficult. You clearly did not sign up for this. The next moment, you are welcomed with another heart stopping shock. An almost deafening smack rippling out as the ball collides with a hand which shoots out in quick reflex to block it from knocking you off. Tiny droplets of sweat from that arm fling onto your face in the meantime. Despite being grateful that he came to the rescue, you are kind of disgusted with the perspiration, much of which is not needed.

That guy with jet-black hair raises an arm and calls for timeout. Immediately both teams gather at the bench with respective coaches, addressing their tactical problems and deciding on another approach. Throughout that sixty seconds, he keeps turning his head towards you but it goes unnoticed until your eyes meet directly. As if he is checking up on you to make sure that you are still in a clear state of mind when you literally just got the shock of your life. And also you are finally able to identify the players with their names printed on the backs of their jerseys. The culprit being Johnny Seo and your savior, Jung Jaehyun.

Eventually your eyes pinned on him with a strong magnetic pull as the game begins once again. Like a superhuman, he dribbles confidently, dashing first to his right, then to the left. His hands taking swats at the ball, his body cutting off direct lines of attack and his shot percentage stays at hundred. The game goes neck and neck with both teams trading wins, having everyone biting or picking their nails. The intensity now ratchets up a notch. All eyes are fixed on the time clock maddeningly counting down to the last minute of play. No one moved; no one blinked. Well, of course, besides you.

Ten— Nine— Eight—

Jaehyun has possession of the ball and in the last few seconds, he desperately throws it in, at half-court. He turns and shoots.

Four— Three— Two—

The ball makes it into the hoop with a three-pointer and the buzzer goes off. It is all over! The crowd storms the court as the game comes to an end and that is only when you learn that your varsity team has won the championship. In three straight years. Besides dominating the athletics, Jaehyun has also won the Finals MVP Award with his impressive achievement. A couple of members have hoisted him onto their shoulders as they chant their team’s victory song. In moments like this, the ladies cannot be missed out. They swarm around the players like bees to honey and in particular, the hero.

While everyone is overjoyed, discussing the happy turn of events, your friend has disappeared without a trace, vanished into thin air. And you realize there is no point of staying besides getting yourself suffocated through the heat, giving up hope of finding your missing friend as well. Just as you are about to leave, someone has caught your wrist and the least expected person holds your gaze.

“H-hey… Are you alright? Sorry about what happened back there.” Jaehyun points his thumb towards the court, reminding you of the almost ugly situation.

Minutes ago, he has been searching through the crowd for you. Though you are simply clothed in white T-shirt and hip-hugging jeans, he remembers your face vividly from those brief exchange of glances.

“Mm…” The words in your mouth seem difficult for them to be perceived correctly. Mayhap you finally understand the reason behind those chicks who love basketball albeit the only thing they know are winning and losing.

You have not been running around the court like he did but your skin clammy as Jaehyun’s has been. Fine sheen of sweat misted your forehead. Naturally, he reaches over and dab off the salty drops with a cotton cloth that has been draped around his neck. Which, in turn, earns himself a contorted face that you are not even trying to hide at this point. He immediately retreats and thrusts the towel into your hand instead. And once again, you cringe at the damp fabric. It is not completely your fault that you are a bit of a clean freak.

You are quickly becoming the center of attention at his unhesitant manner. Hearing a whole lot of tittle-tattle and gossip behind your back that makes you vaguely uncomfortable.

“Who is she?” “Is that his girlfriend?” “I didn’t know he has one…”

Jaehyun, of course, feigns innocent ignorance and then uses the lamest lines around as he says, “I’ve never seen you before, never heard of you and don’t even know your name. What is your name?”

“You don’t need to.”

“Awww—” He moans like a scolded puppy, “That’s kind of unfair.”

“I’m sorry but I have to leave now…”

“Wait! I- You look pretty nice. You’re kinda cute, in fact. I just thought we should get to know each other better.”

Jaehyun does not even have to try. He never needed either because he knows what he is capable of. Yet he appears to be needy right now.

What on earth does he want from me?

You give him a noncommittal look and without an answer, you turn to walk away. With a snap of the finger, your guilt coming off in stinky waves like a cartoon skunk. You are never the kind of person to turn down someone, the kind to have a hard time rejecting unwanted offers. ‘No’ seems to be a word that is omitted from your dictionary. And so you come up with a cowardly solution that is silence.

You should have known better that it is a no win situation and miraculously, Jaehyun’s appearances at the campus are getting noticeable to you that you are beginning to doubt the size of this property.

Everyone knows you go to the library. The whole world knows you go to the library every day. Though you are a little surprised that Jaehyun is able to find you at the further end of this wide space. You are not so happy with this less than familiar guy slipping into the seat across you. Of all the booths available, he chooses to stay at yours, that you kind of grasp his intention very well.

“All these bookmarks, but we still not on the same page.”

It is difficult to resist the urge to roll your eyes now. You shift on your seat, wanting to bury your face between the pages at how he is staring at you. He has an elbow propped on the table and rested his chin on his knuckles. He grins mockingly, his eyes holding a mischievous edge to them.

“You are distracting.” He is disturbing. You say without thinking. But as soon as the words left your tongue, that smirk of his grows even wider and his eyes twinkle in perfect timing with it.

“In a good way?”

“No.”

His fingers drumming on the table like the hooves of a galloping stallion before quietly reaches over your neglected phone. He steals your phone, steals your number. With a ping coming from his own, your head shoots up to find him waving your device, smugly.

“What-”

“Sorry not sorry,” he asserts, “Wish I can stay but gotta go. I’ll text you later, sugar.”

Mission accomplished. Jaehyun pumps his fist in the air, whooping with glee as soon as he left. Yes!

And in the course of the next few weeks, your phone blows up with text messages from him. Each night, you massage your temples, longing for relief from the bombardment. His persistence adds on to your continuous torment by demanding assignments and midterm exams. Those messages are always preserving the same objective, only implementing his approaches very differently—

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I can’t rhyme but can I date you?”

“The weather’s great today. Let’s go out.”

“Me, you and food?”

Maybe that is what you call creativity at its best.

Jaehyun paces back and forth in the empty hallway outside the lecture hall, alternately running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his chin. He then crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, striking a casual pose. Perhaps a seductive one will do?

Click

The door opens. He instantly drops his stance when the first person who exits the class just looks at him weirdly. He coughs to clear his throat and regains his composure while craning his neck, staring into the faces of people, in search of someone.

“Hi.” A tall figure steps directly in front of you, blocking your way. There is no difficulty in recognizing the guy when you smell that particular cologne. It is a pleasant fragrance to be frank. Jo Malone, I guess?

He snatches your belongings from your arms and grabs onto your hand firmly enough to make you understand he is not letting go. “You are coming with me.”

“Hey!”

The crowd parts in front of his long, determined stride as he escorts you to God knows where. You tap along in double-time beside him, struggling against his grip every step of the way. “Let me go. This is kidnap. You’re keeping me against my will. I’ll sue.”

“Sue away, sweetheart.”

He keeps right on walking, ignoring your protests, ignoring the curious stares and pointing and laughs that has part of you wilt inside.

“You are no gentleman, you know that?”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“Is that any way to talk to a lady—”

A short distance later. You finally come to a complete stop at… The basketball court? He flashes you a smile that will have been charming if you have not wanted to punch him in the mouth so badly for manhandling you into this. You give him the most scolding look you can.

“And you, miss, are no lady.” Taking your nose between fore and middle fingers, he pinches hard. “All these books, but you still left me on read.”

You watch the pages flap, flap, flap in your face before he tosses the research materials away onto your backpack that has been dropped to the floor. You hiss internally at the thought of carelessly crumpled, creased or wrinkled papers.

“What do you want?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve made my terms clear from the start. Are you just being obtuse on purpose?”

“I just-”

You cross your arms and huff. Now he lifts an eyebrow, as if your “I don’t need a date, I just want to focus on my studies” will convince him in some sort of way, as if your reasoning is not pure bullshit.

“Fine. We’ll put an end to this,” an involuntary sigh escapes him, “It’s why I brought you here anyway.”

“Let’s make a deal.” Suddenly this basketball comes out of absolutely nowhere and he twirls it on the tip of his finger. “If I win I’ll have you.”

“And if I win?” you press, even though the chances are unlikely. For fuck’s sake, Jaehyun is the basketball star.

“If you win, I promise I’ll stop bothering you.”

“B-but… You have the upper hand. Obviously.”

“Darling, have you accepted your defeat already? Tell me. That you secretly want me too?”

His claim provokes scoffing disbelief.

To make this two-player fair and square, he grants you the possession and plays the game one-handed. Each time you attempt to score, he comes up from behind and takes you around the waist as he lifts you off the ground, swinging to the opposite direction. Laughters like sunshiny, yellow bubbles danced and floated and bounced. The two of you running around, chasing one another in circles like little puppies chasing their tails.

“Yes!” You throw your arms in the air and squeal for the sheer joy of making your first ever hoop. “Jaehyun, I made it!”

Your heart races and continues to pound inside your chest, cheeks flushed with the activity. You turn. And his face is too close, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on you. Close enough that you can see a kind of heat kindling in his eyes.

“Yeah, you made it.” He somehow manages to mix enthusiasm with sadness in his voice. But he smiles encouragingly and gently squeezes your waist, staring back at you for several seconds before letting go. “I guess that’s it then.”

You finally got the peace and quiet you have been praying for. You no longer have to deal with flooded messages or the unwanted attention whenever Jaehyun is with you. In short, your uninterrupted solitude has been restored. But for tonight, while you are all alone, there is a cold empty feeling in your chest. Loneliness seems to be inevitably uncomfortable, which you ask yourself how it has been viewed as a positive emotion all along. And you realized that it is impossible to touch yesterday. So why the heck are you letting it touch you? Your own eyes are lost elsewhere and your mind wanders, wanders over everything Jaehyun has so unhesitantly offered up to you the day before. You will never possess the words to describe how he made you feel, because words were not your strong point. However if you have to—the exultation you felt, was a burst of raw, pure joy you felt.

“Are you a textbook? Why are you so proper?” “I am trying to spice up your life, bunny.”

He has got a point there.

You reach for the nightstand, check the screen of your phone. Again, and again, every day for two weeks. A buzzing in your pocket got you sitting up enough that you pull out your phone, only to discover a new text message from the civilian service provider. Any sense of excitement and anticipation has died down immediately.

Ten minutes into the game, yet Jaehyun cannot focus. Cannot even feel the intensity, though he knows it is all around him. It is like someone has dropped a curtain between him and the rest of the world. Still, he is the captain, he has the responsibility to lead the team and to win this game. So he takes his handoffs and runs as hard as he can.

“You guys are better than this!” His coach roars, “You are better than they are! You have the speed, the agility, the guts. What you don’t seem to have is the desire. Do you want this or not?”

He wants it and he won it. Sort of gotten used to it, he pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of the gleaming gold medal. Another cheesy pun of his pops into his head along the lines of—“All these medals I’ve won, but I still couldn’t win your heart.” His joy and happiness are of short duration as he remembers the heartbreaking truth. And his smile falters, though it does not disappear entirely.

“Hey, you good?” Johnny appears at the right yet wrong time. The question itself as if harshly rubbing grime into his face so he has to surrender and admit that he is clearly not okay.

“Yeah… It’s just too good to be true.” He pats him on the shoulder before leaving the arena, “You guys have done a great job. Rest up tonight.”

As soon as he got outside, a breath of fresh air does him good but his mind is still reeling with madness. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He might be going insane. Insanity. His face creases with anguish as he runs his shaky hand through his hair. When he is about to take his frustration out by kicking over the nearby garbage can, a familiar tune stops him from committing the act of vandalism. He freezes, recognizing the notification ringtone. The special one reserved for you. Though he has yet to read the message, it does magic to his body and soul. In his excitement, he runs back to his dormitory.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” You bet, he is squealing like a pig.

Call it a second chance or what. He makes a mental note that he must not screw this up. 

Your reply comes almost immediately. Perhaps, you have spent much time considering and pondering, waiting for it.

How badly you want to hit your head against the wall, or with a hammer. It is something you have never done before then.  

“Fuck, yes!” He chortles. That will supposed to be his answer.

Is he trying to put you to open shame right here? That is definitely a big fat no. Who on earth in this campus does not know the great Jung Jaehyun. He has made himself immensely known in the universities. Heck, he probably has a fan club of ladies with raging hormones who circle the table and admire his every move. You are only digging your own grave and weaving your own shroud if you were to agree to that.

You are texting and texting and the night drags on and on and finally you fall asleep and when you wake up the sun is streaming in the big bay windows. Jaehyun has his ways of lengthening the conversation while you are naive to fall for his flirtatious trap, and the bargain is sealed with a selfie of him as your lock screen, reluctantly. Hundreds of photos sent through. How shameless, but cute. Yet you are avoiding any chances of unlocking your phone in front of your friends or whoever it is.

“Bitch, what is this?”

The worst has come, you are bound to get caught anyways. This striking and ironic reversal, in which you once protested to watch the game with your friend but now you are having one of the players, a prestigious player, to appear instantly on your display screen with just a press of button, moreover such exclusive photo. You are more embarrassed than you have ever been in your life before.

“I can- I can explain!”

“Be honest with me. Are you guys a thing?”

“No… We’re not…” With your eyes averted, your voice timid and defensive.

“Then what? You joined his silly fan club?”

As if a perfectly set-up drama, you receive an incoming message from the one and only that leaves no room for any kind of explanation.

“Tonight at eleven.” She reads. “I knew it! My sixth sense never failed me! That boy has been eyeing you since that day. Do you know how many bitches are dying to be in your place?”

You feel as though you have just been scolded by a parent. “How am I supposed to know that…”

“Whatever it is, I’m so happy for you! Of all these years, you’re finally off the market— Ooh, maybe we can go on a double date—”

“No! It’s not like that!” It is just too complicated and ridiculous even to tell.

Voila!

You are at the basketball court. Again. Why is it the settings with Jaehyun are all at the same place, the same reek of sweat, the same squeaking of shoes on vinyl floor and the same dribbling as he leisurely throws a shot while waiting for your arrival.

“You made it!” He jogs over with his arms wide open and pulls you into a sweaty embrace. He must have just finished an intense training session.

“Oh my God, no! Get off!” You squirm as your clean-freak gene ekes in while another reason being that the affection is still foreign to you. And that provokes him to nuzzle further into your hair.

“I got us pizza.” At this hour?

You feel his fingers brush yours for a moment, and then, very naturally, he grasps your hand and holds it as though he has been doing it all his life. The fluid gesture elicits jealousy.

After all the effort, a ton of irksome pesters and desperation, it comes down to this: sitting cross-legged in the centre of the basketball court eating the oily cheesy goodness.

“Thought you’re gonna settle with something fancy…” You have no problems and do not have any complaints either besides the lack of ventilation in here.

“Fancy can only be defined as who I’m with in this very moment,” you scowl at the smug grin on his face, “But seriously, eating pizza in this place is a whole level of fancy I’ve never done before.”

You wonder what goes through his mind to come up with so much of the random and unexpected. This interesting trait, combined with his sense of humor, lends him an attractive air that someway, somehow, put you at ease. Headstrong is a nice word for what he is, which part of ‘no’ does he not understand, in what language does he need to hear it from, till he finally got what he wanted in the first place.  

“Hey, are you listening?” He waves his hand in front of your face. “I was getting into the best part of my story though…”

Whatever you are playing, game of seven or twenty-one questions, he seems genuinely interested more than you do.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No.”

GASP— He clamps his hand over his mouth right after sucking in air, looking generally surprised when you tell him of the new information that you never think is a big deal. In fact, you are almost proud of it.

“HOW?!”

You shrug. “I don’t know, never asked, never got asked.”

“But you’re beautiful,” he mutters under his breath, a mantra he often whispers to himself.

“What?”

“What?”

“I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t needy.” You pull your knees up to your chin, wrapping your arms around them. “Well, I’ve become used to being single, independent, and self-sufficient. Nothing extraordinary seems to convince me that I need a significant other in my life.”

But as you wait for a reaction, a reply, the air in the room becomes charged with another energy. For a second, which seems like a century, a heavy silence fills the air. It is so pervasive that you can hear the whirring sound of electric fans spinning round and round as it cools every corner of the space, the muffled steps of someone walking along the corridor, and the still breath of the objects adorning the court. Your eyes scan the floor, afraid that you have said something with unintended offense.

“You know… There are a lot I want to tell you…” He looks smaller somehow. His shoulders slumped and he rubs his eyes several times before speaking. “It may seem like I’m a sarcastic asshole, but I’m actually half of it because at night I actually have feelings.” Then he chuckles, his chuckling gives way to a self-mocking laugh.

“I’m listening.” You encourage, though you wisely know where he is heading to. Your heart beats fast, your nerves are wire taut. As you nibble on the crust and gooey cheese, the marinara sauce smearing over your lips at how you are pursing them in a thin line.

And there he goes.

“About the bet we had weeks ago. I didn’t want it. I never did. You’re so stressed out lately and I just wanted to help, but I’ve realized that I may have been part of the weight on you so I thought I should stop, everything.”

As impassive as his features are, his voice croaks with repressed emotion. “I have to admit that I was testing the waters at first.”

Ouch.

“Then I found myself looking for opportunities to talk with you, wanting to see your reaction or simply having you close. I tried different approaches, and not all of them work. You just seem to not care that I’m interested in you. And then this happened. So, what made you cave in?”

Boy, the emotional roller coaster he has been riding was taking its toll. You have been kneading his heart like a dough into any shapes possible, tugging on his heartstrings and almost making him capitulate.

“I did not cave in.”

“Do you hate me?”

Do you? ‘Hate’ is a very strong word, one that shall not be in our vocabulary. There is no closest word you can find to describe the feelings towards him. Your silence evokes only a tiny fraction of deeper emotions you are unaware of. He has been guileless tonight meanwhile you are swerving lanes, dodging questions that may call yourself out.

“Honestly, when you texted me that night I nearly ran to your place and just wanted to take you out right then and there.”

Go ahead and say that he is crazy, that is what you made him. Crazy enough to be crazy over you.

He twiddles his fingers allowing his fingertips on each hand to touch its counterpart on the opposite hand in a nervous gesture.

“Now to my last questions.” There are two left. Or have you lost count of it.

You heart still racing, blood pumping in the throes of an adrenaline rush. I can’t handle this.

He draws a deep breath, pauses while he gathers strength before he speaks again. “This will be the last time I say this, I just want to give it another try. I know it’s gonna be difficult at first but can you give yourself a chance to like me back? Be my girlfriend?”

The lights above reflected in his dark brown eyes staring at you, holding you captive. At that moment, he thinks that attraction is mutual until you break off to look to the side.

‘Please, please, please’

The desperate cries in his chest audible in your mind, in his voice like it is real.

You parents warned you about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with russet eyes and a heartbeat. Your pique towards him has long evaporated, and since then, it has been replaced with warm interest.

When did it happen? How did it even happen?

After what feels like a very long time, you nod. Jaehyun breathes a huge, loud sigh of relief. A very huge, loud sigh. The wild exhilaration tearing through him cannot be stopped, he cannot stop smiling like the fool he is for you.

“Fuck, I really thought you’re gonna say no.” His arms slip around your waist as he draws you into his embrace. “Thank you.” His hand cups the side of your face, pinning your ear against his heart. You can hear the uneven thud of his pulse. It feels so incredibly good to be in his arms. You feel secure and at peace. Good to be with him… bad for you emotionally, for fear you might come to depend on him… Confused, you have no idea what to think anymore. All you know is that you are so drawn to him to break away, so hopelessly attracted.

Simply to restrain himself will likely prove difficult. He leans down to press a quick, impudent kiss to your cheek. He does not want to make you uncomfortable by noticing the inevitable blush that graces your cheeks. He is delighted though in embarrassing you with another smooch dangerously close to your lips. Before he does it again, right on the spot for real, you wrench yourself away from him, hands covering your mouth in defense. Your skin touched with a ripe flush and a glint of panic flickers in your eyes. Just how easily you were about to lose your first kiss.

“Gotta get used to it now, girlfriend.” The last word sings with tremendous emphasis. He then draws back with a cheeky expression and wry smile as he says, teasingly, “Cause I looooove kisses.” Well actually, he loves kissing you though he has never been, and the idea of you kissing him back sounds even better. He is already imagining it. 

You did not fall in love with him. You walked into love with him, with your eyes open, choosing to take every step along the way. He is annoying, he is hilarious, he makes you want to scream, he drives you crazy, he is out of his mind and he is everything you want.

The first time you both met at this sweat or waxy polish smelling basketball court was not all that pleasant, remembering feeling sorry prior to being a straightforward, flirty, asshole, remembering feeling guilty over the wordless rejection. And tonight has changed everything. This is the start of something new.

“Now, get up! Get up! We’re burning these calories intake!” Loud claps bouncing off the four walls and he starts acting like the rude coach he is. He attempts to pull you on your feet but your lazy, determined ass stay rooted to the ground, as if you are growing right into the earth. This is like a nerdy fight with you arguing that strenuous exercising after eating can be hazardous to health. He proceeds to drag you around like a heavy sack of potatoes, your shoes screeching and sliding across the floor forcibly.

All those bookmarks, you are finally on the same page. And all those medals, he has finally won your heart.

[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause- Ch 18

A/N: NSFW chapter will be added to this DOCUMENT. (By tonight)

Maggie turns to look at the girl standing behind her and rakes her eyes over the woman. Crossing her arms she prepares for the dispute. “So?” Rayne smiles up at Maggie; she is about 3-4 inches shorter than Maggie. 

Maggie quirks an eyebrow at the grin on her possible nemesis’ face. “You got something to say about it?”

“No,” Rayne denies. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just, uh….meant you must be someone special to Dean for him to settle down. I actually haven’t seen him this happy as long as I’ve known him.”

“Oh, yea?” Maggie asks, dropping the confrontational stance “How long have you known Dean?”

“Well, I caught their first concert about 8 months ago...and then a couple of months after that, I met Sam and we hit it off and I’ve been to every performance since. So I’ve seen a lot- and I mean a lot of the women Dean has gone through he never seemed truly satisfied with. It was like he was looking for something in them and just couldn’t find it. Then he picks you a month ago and now here you are, being introduced to the band as his girlfriend.” Rayne sits on the leather couch that is in the room and pats the seat beside her, motioning for Maggie to join her, which she does. “Dean seems happier now, jolly even. I have never seen a true smile on the man’s face.”

Hearing the fact that Dean had had multiple partners didn’t affect Maggie as much as hearing that she was the reason for the change in Dean. She smiled at the prospect that people thought she was the contentment he had been searching for. “You really think so?”

“Yea, girl. I do,” Rayne responds. “Dean is definitely a changed man now that you’ve come into his life.”

Maggie and Rayne continued talking about everything they could think of. Once Maggie got comfortable enough with Sam’s girlfriend she decided to bring up the one issue she was having problems with. “Rayne, can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure.”

“You say you’ve seen a lot. Have you ever seen…..Dean with any of the band members? Benny, to be specific?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to bring it up,” Rayne hesitantly says. “But yea, Dean and Benny regularly share whatever girl is willing to. Is that why you were so closed off and detached when Benny was around? Did he try something? Because if he did, I’ll kill him!” Rayne vehemently threatens. “Sam says he hasn’t seen his brother so cheerful and pleasant in like ever. If Benny screws this up, I will murder that Cajun reject.”

Maggie can’t help but laugh at the way Rayne is so fiercely defending her new friend. “No, he hasn’t. Not recently, anyway. This is probably TMI but the first night Dean and I slept together…after it was over, I looked up and Benny was standing there jerking off to us. Like, it threw me for a loop. I was not expecting that. And now you tell me that they usually share girls. I don’t know Rayne. It kinda makes me reconsider this whole thing. What if they want to share me? I’ve never done that before.”

“Threesomes aren't all that unusual in a band, Maggie,” Rayne affirms. “Hell, I’ve been known to have had a threesome once or twice. But usually, it’s just Sam and me. And since we’re sharing, I’ll let you in on a little bit of TMI also. Sam is almost more than I can handle. If we were to have a threesome, it’d have to be with another female.”

“I’ve heard stories about bands, not only this band but are orgies actually a thing? A room full of people having sex?”

“Yep, sure is. Sam and I have participated in that a couple of times. But I like it with just me and him. I feel more connected to him when it’s private and personal. I don’t feel like I’m having to compete for his attention.”

“Don’t you feel like a slut, though? Sleeping with two people at the same time?”

“Not one bit,” Rayne says as they hear the crowd go wild when a popular song begins. They both smile, knowing that soon their men will be coming backstage to join them. “You aren’t a slut if you only fuck one man during it. And hell, if you did decide to do it then who cares. Don’t let anyone slut-shame you. But also-” Rayne says, laying a hand over Maggie’s. “-don’t do it only because you want to make Dean happy. If you want to do it, talk to him first. Don’t just jump in the sack with him and whoever because that’s what you think he wants. Do it because you want to.”

A few women follow Brad, the same guy who had approached Maggie before, into the room. Maggie watches as they walk around, some finding a place to sit while the others discover the drink table and grab themselves a bottle of liquid courage. She momentarily wonders if Dean has reverted back to his old ways of finding women in the crowd to enjoy. But then she remembers that he had promised to only pick the ones that Benny points out to him and relaxes. Rayne steps up beside her and the two of them share a smile. Moments later, the door opens again and the band enters. Dean makes his way straight to Maggie while Sammy beelines to Rayne. 

“Hey, baby,” Dean says, throwing an arm around Maggie’s shoulders and kissing her, his tongue sweeping against hers.  “Wanna get out of here?” 

Maggie smiles up at her man and nods in earnest. They turn to see Sam and Rayne standing by the door, holding hands and smiling at them. The four of them exit the room as they hear Benny speak up, “Hello, ladies!” Exiting the building, the Winchester brothers, along with their women, head toward Dean’s prized possession- a mint-condition 1967 Chevy Impala that was a gift from their father. 

Knowing that there’s no possible way for Sam to sit in the backseat with Rayne, Maggie rounds the vehicle with Dean, to get into the back. She smiles at Dean as she opens the door and slides in behind his seat. Once they are all situated inside the car, it is decided that they would go find a bar and grab a couple of drinks to celebrate another successful show. 

The Rebel Canteen seems to be the hot spot in Milford, Delaware. The parking lot is full of cars and once Dean finds a parking spot and they get out, the sounds of music and voices overlapping fill their ears. Taking Dean’s outstretched hand, Maggie and he follow Sam and Rayne to the front door. Inside, the place is just as packed as the outside and Maggie briefly ponders how they are going to be able to hear one another speak. Her query is answered quickly as Dean leans in close and speaks into her ear. “Want your usual?” 

“Yes, please,” she practically yells to be heard over the commotion. She watches as he and Sam head toward the bar before Rayne grabs her wrist to pull her toward a vacant booth against the wall. Once inside the booth, Maggie is amazed to find out that with the high back of the benches, the sounds of the bar are reduced greatly. The sounds were so diminished, that conversation was going to be easy to carry on. 

“So, I saw that look when Brad walked in with those women,” Rayne says to Maggie. “You were worried, weren’t you? Afraid he had decided to try to introduce someone new to your relationship.”

Maggie just stared at her new friend. How is it that this woman could already read her so well? How was it that Rayne knew what had crossed her mind almost before Maggie understood what it was? It was amazing and shocking how perceptive she was. 

And she couldn’t deny it. Maggie had thought that and it had terrified her. She wasn’t sure if she was or ever would be ready to do something like that, and she was fearful it would run Dean off. She was afraid that he would get bored being with only her and would walk away. Maggie didn’t know whether she could handle that. In the three months that they have been a couple, Maggie had already fallen pretty hard. It was easy, seeing as some of those old feelings from her teenage years had come crashing back once she had spent time with Dean.

Dean and Sam found the girls easily enough; Dean sliding in beside Maggie while Sam joined Rayne. Dean handed Maggie her drink and joked about her “girly drink with the umbrella.” They all shared a laugh about that and then Sam and Dean began talking about the show and how things could be tweaked and made better and how it was time to change up the song lineup. Maggie was only half paying attention, twirling her straw in her drink.

“Hey,” Dean said, catching her attention. Maggie looked up to see that they were alone in the booth. ‘When had Sam and Rayne left?’ she thought as she looked out to see the couple on the dance floor; some slow song was starting its first crescendo. “Are you okay? You seem to be a million miles away,” Dean asked and Maggie could hear the worry in his voice.

Rayne wasn’t the best dancer, she had never claimed to be, but she enjoyed being in the arms of her boyfriend. She gazed up into Sam’s hazel eyes and smiled. “Ya know, Maggie is still nervous that Dean is gonna get bored with just her. You can see it in her eyes.”

“Well, that’s crazy. Dean is more in love with her than I’ve ever thought possible. She has nothing to worry about.” Sam had to bend down a bit to really be able to hear her over the din of music, but he had caught every word.

She shrugged. “I know and I keep telling her that. I’ve even told her that I’ve never seen him so happy. And it’s true. I just wish I could do something to ease her mind. I hate seeing her stressed. She’s my friend and you know how I am.”

Sam nodded. He did know how she was. Rayne was very protective of her friends. While she was kinky as hell and a bit of a freak and nerd, the petite woman was also a total mama bear. He loved that about her and he, like her, hoped they could find a way to help Maggie stop worrying about Dean leaving. “If only she saw how in love he is.”

Rayne almost snorted. “A blind man could see it. Those two are so madly in love it’s not even funny.”

Back in the booth, Maggie looked at the table. How could she tell Dean about what it was that she feared the most? How could she explain to him that knowing what he had gotten used to when it came to sex was something she just couldn’t fathom doing. She didn’t want to lose him, not after getting him after all this time, not when he was finally hers. So she took a breath and lifted her head. “I’m fine,” she lied. “Just happy to be out with you. Spending time with you, seeing how you are after a good concert.”  She leaned over and kissed him chastely. “I’m just tired. But I’m good. I promise.”

And that’s how the next few weeks went. Maggie worked all week long as the entertainment columnist at the Ft. Garrison News and on Fridays headed out to whatever venue in whatever city Dean and his band were playing, just to spend time with him. She and Rayne also became close friends and Maggie looked forward to hanging out with Sam’s girlfriend while their men were on stage rocking the masses. Maggie squealed and rejoiced with Rayne when the young woman informed her that Sam had finally muttered those three little words. She couldn’t help but speculate if she would ever hear those same words from the eldest brother. Only time would tell. 

The party was in full swing, the delight of another successful concert making the ambiance in the room palpable. The pub was full of people who had attended and enjoyed watching the Winchester Sex Bombs on stage, the sheer amount of both men and women stopping by their booth congratulating Dean was a shock to Maggie. 

She had gotten accustomed to women making advances and flirty comments to her boyfriend but she highly enjoyed watching the disappointment cross their face when he informs them he is 'spoken for'. 

"Come on, girl," Rayne yells as she grabs Maggie's hand and pulls her away from Dean's side. "This is a good song!" Maggie lets Rayne drag her onto the dance floor and laughs as Rayne begins dancing erratically. She, herself, wasn't the best dancer but she did at least try to match her movements to the beat and melody of the song, unlike Rayne who had her own beat going, apparently.

Watching Rayne wriggle and bop around, Maggie's taken back to a few nights ago, when she had had an eye-opening dream. Her imagination had conjured up a mind-boggling vision. She and Rayne had been dancing around in an establishment such as the one they were in tonight but instead of having the Winchester brothers there, they had one another. In her dream, Maggie and Rayne only had eyes for one another. As they danced closer and closer together and began to grind upon each other, Maggie had laid a kiss on Rayne. It was a kiss to rival every other kiss in the history of kisses. The dream had been unexpected but gave Maggie a new perspective. Apparently, she wasn't as opposed to the thought of adding another member to her and Dean's relationship as she had previously thought. Watching Rayne shimmy and wiggle,  Maggie realized that she wanted Rayne. Wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her.

Bringing herself out of her reverie, Maggie joins Rayne walking up behind the shorter woman and placing her hands on Rayne's waist. Rayne, in turn, begins swinging her hips side to side and laughing. Maggie wonders if Rayne has any idea the thoughts that have surged through her friend's head. Maggie matches Rayne's motions, pulling her hips back to her. Looking over her shoulder, Rayne looks at Maggie questioningly. Taking a chance, Maggie leans down to whisper in Rayne's ear.  "I want you."

"Wha-what?" Rayne stutters out, in complete disbelief. The statement had caused her to stop all movements and she turned to look at Maggie. 

"I want you," Maggie reiterated. "I want my first time with another female to be with you, Rayne. I trust you and I know you'll be considerate of my inexperience."

The two of them stood in the middle of the dance floor, their eyes never wavering from the others. When the song playing cuts off and another equally loud one starts up, Rayne grabs Maggie's hand and heads toward the little hallway she knew the bathrooms were in.

Rayne opens the bathroom door, going and looking under each stall before turning and looking at Maggie. "Now, I believe my ears were deceiving me," she says. "You couldn’t have possibly said what I think you said out there."

Maggie smiles and steps toward Rayne. She once again says the words, "I want my first time with another female to be with you, Rayne. I trust you and I know you'll be considerate of my inexperience."

Rayne lets the words sink in for a moment, looking Maggie over. She closes the space between them and cups her friend’s cheek. “I would be very considerate. Take it slow and easy. If you don’t like something, say so and I’ll stop. I’m willing to be with you but I want to make sure this is what you want.” The last thing she wants is to upset her friend and ruin their friendship.

Maggie smiles and cards her fingers through Rayne's silky locks, palming the back of her head. Leaning in, Maggie hesitantly places her lips upon Rayne's. The kiss immediately turns passionate and Maggie reluctantly pulls away when she can no longer catch a breath. "Let's go back to my room." Rayne smiles and nods and together the friends leave the bathroom to head out. 

Thankfully, the tavern is connected to the motel they were set up in and, with Dean and Sam busy signing autographs and discussing music with their fans, Maggie and Rayne can escape and get back to the room quickly. 

Once inside the room, Maggie pulls Rayne to her and begins kissing her again. Her hands roam the other's body, gripping her sides and hips. Maggie wraps her arms around Rayne and runs her hands down the girls back, carefully sliding over her ass. Her hands stop and she squeezes the ample flesh. Maggie hears Rayne whimper and it brings a smile to her lips. 

In no time at all, both females undress the other and they collapse on the bed, limbs entangled and full of giggles. Maggie rolls Rayne onto her back and hovers over her. "What now?" Maggie asks, abashed at her innocence. "What do I do since you know, I don't have a dick?" She tried to cover her shame with a joke.

Rayne smiles up at her, laughter in her eyes and says, "Well you have fingers and a tongue."

Maggie was knuckle deep inside Rayne, crooking her fingers and massaging her g-spot while Rayne writhed and panted above her, hands fisted in the sheets when Dean and Sam walked in.

"What the fuck?" Dean stated as he pulled his brother into the room and quickly closed the door.  When he and Sam couldn't find their girlfriends in the bar, Dean had been afraid that all the attention he had been getting from the females had pissed Maggie off and she was stewing in their room. He never imagined that she had been in here, fingering Sam’s girlfriend’s pussy. It was a sight for sure. He looked at Sam as Sam took in the activities on the bed and then looked to Dean. "Holy. Fucking. Shit!" Sam exclaimed. 

Maggie had stopped her ministrations when the guys had entered but her fingers were still buried in her best friend's sopping cunt. She looked over her shoulder at Dean and smiled. "Hey, baby," she said, nonchalantly. 

Dean raked his eyes over his girlfriend's sexy body and felt his dick twitch in his pants. Apparently fingering her friend was a turn on because Maggie's juices were practically soaking the bed. He palmed himself as he took it all in. 

Sam, who was more accepting of it all, stepped to the head of the bed and squatted down by Rayne's face. "Hey, kitten. That feel good? She fingering you well?" he asked, a chuckle in his voice. 

Rayne bit her lip and nodded. “Mhmm really good. She really knows what she’s doing,” she mumbles, reaching out for his hand.

Sam grabs her hand and kisses each fingertip. "Didn't know you were into Maggie. But goddamn is it hot as fuck. Walking in and seeing you all laid out like this. Only problem is, Dean has seen what’s mine now." He takes his gaze off his girlfriend to look over at his brother. 

"Baby?" Dean says as he approaches the bed, his eyes on Maggie. "What are you doing?"

Maggie giggles and looks up at him.  "What does it look like?"

Dean glances up at where her fingers are submerged in Rayne. He quickly looks away, not wanting to look at Rayne's pussy, although he couldn't help but appreciate it. The way it enveloped Maggie’s dainty fingers and the way Rayne’s juices covered Maggie’s hand. His dick jerked in his jeans and he could feel the precum already leaking onto his boxers.

Dean puts his attention back on Maggie, laid out on the bed naked and body slightly twitching. "I can see what you’re doing," he says with a playful roll of his eyes. "What I meant, is why?"

"Because Rayne is hot," Maggie states, matter of factly. "And because I wanted to have this experience with someone I trusted. And," Maggie continues, now beginning to doubt everything. "I wanted to be prepared in case you wanted to do something like this. She's been teaching me how to pleasure another female." With that, she removed her fingers from inside Rayne and sat up. "I'm sorry."

Dean's heart swelled at the admission that Maggie was doing something so far out of her comfort zone and that she was doing it to please him in future endeavors. He realized then just how far she would go for him and realized he would go just as far for her. He had never imagined doing this with his younger brother but then again he never thought he'd be in a relationship with his ex-girlfriend's little sister either. Getting into character, he pulled Maggie up and crashed his mouth to hers, subconsciously disappointed that she tasted like herself. "You haven't tasted her yet?" he whispers and he pulls back and open his eyes. "I bet she tastes good." He raises his voice, to include his brother in the conversation. "Sammy, does lil Rayne here taste good?"

Sam's eyes never leaves Rayne's as he answers. "Like heaven. Sweet and delicious." He smiles at Rayne who grins back.

"Go on, baby," Dean urges. "Taste that sweet pussy." When Maggie turns around to get back between Rayne's thighs, Dean pulls her up until she is kneeling on her knees. "I'm going to fuck you while you eat her out."

Maggie's first swipe against Rayne is cautious but as the sweet tang of her friend's arousal hits her tastebuds she loses all coherent thought. Using her fingers she spread Rayne's lips and dives in, licking and sucking her clit into her lips. She barely even registers as Dean slides inside her, bottoming out. He begins hammering into her at a fast pace.

Dean never dreamed that this would happen but watching Maggie devouring a pussy as he fucks into her was beyond his wildest dreams. And the fact that the other girl was his own brother's girlfriend? Inconceivable. Others would probably think of it as taboo and yes, it probably is but they were all four consenting adults so who cares? Plus, Sam seemed to be enjoying the interaction just as much, Dean speculates, as he looks up to see Sam pistoning his own length into Rayne's willing mouth.

Dean could feel Maggie's walls flutter around him and he watched as she suckled on Rayne's clit, causing the girl to moan and mewl around his brother's cock. Dean felt his dick harden even more at the litany of moans and groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Maggie pulls back from Rayne's quivering pussy, watching the juice sluice out and slide down her asscheeks. She turns to look at Dean,  fully focused on his dick being swallowed. 

"You want a taste?" She asks when he glances up at her. Pushing up to a kneeling position,, Maggie turns and kisses him. He moans out loud as he tastes the sweet, tangy cum that invades his mouth. Sam wasn't lying,  Rayne did taste marvelous. 

"Fucking hell!" Dean breathes out when they part. He knows that Maggie tastes just as wonderful and before he knows what he is doing he speaks up. "Sammy, you want a taste of Mags?"

"Dude! I'm not sucking your dick," Sam exclaims, causing everyone to chuckle. 

"That is not what I meant, smartass," Dean demands with an irked eyeroll. "Just thought we could change positions."

In the blink of an eye, Sam takes Maggie's place between his girlfriend's thighs as Maggie settles herself over top of Rayne's awaiting mouth. Dean stands back and watches as Maggie lowers her pussy onto Rayne's face and starts grinding. Sammy slides into his girlfriend's cunt and Dean steps up so Maggie can suck him off.

The next morning, Dean and Maggie wake in one another's arms, not a stitch of clothing between them but alone in their room. They look at one another and see the same thing, worry. 

Did that actually happen? How many lines were crossed last night? Would things be awkward and confusing now? Could they look Sam and Rayne in the face ever again? Neither had an answer. 

Dean's cell rings minutes later and he answers only to hear Sam asking if he and Maggie were interested in going out for breakfast. Dean silently asks Maggie and she tentatively agrees. As they get dressed, the same worries keep going over and over in their heads but when they meet up with the other couple, those doubts are alleviated and they learn that's not the case at all. Sam and Rayne act as if nothing weird or freaky ever happened. 

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The Daily Bugle

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 3,938

Summary: You are a freelance photographer, the problem? You’re in competition with a certain someone and you can’t figure out how he gets his shots when you’re both in the same place at the same time but you never manage to see him.

A/N: More than 2,000 words is a long story for me lol. Here’s this, it’s alright, got kinda weird and off the tracks I had set for it but whatever. Enjoy!

You sat down in front of Jameson at the Daily Bugle. You had been his freelance photographer for a few months now. It was a fun part time job, you loved your camera and you loved being in bad places at good times. Well not good times, but good for you because they were your opportunity.

Luckily enough J loved you. You were practically one of his prized possessions. You were the best photographer in the city, that’s what he always said. You weren’t afraid to take risks to get the best shots possible.

You were his number one. Until one day there was suddenly a new guy at the Bugle. He was sitting at Betty’s desk when you left J’s office. He was cute, he was really cute. Up until you noticed the camera around his neck. You were not going to have someone moving in on your turf.

You went to your not official desk, just to wait things out. There was no way J was going to go with this guy. But something really had you on edge about him.

As soon as the guy came out of J’s office thanking him, your stomach knotted uneasily.

“Y/L/N,” Jonah yelled. “Your pictures out for this issue, the new guys picture is in.”

Your chest felt like it had caved in. All this really meant was that you weren’t getting paid today. “Oh… okay,” You said, putting your best puppy eyes and pout on.

“We’ll make a deal. Everytime there’s a big article whoever gets me a better picture is the one that will get printed. The new guys got talent, but you know I like you best. Just take good pictures and you’ll be fine.”

“Yessir,” You answered, packing up your things before saying goodbye to everyone and heading off towards the elevator.

Not to your surprise the new guy was waiting for the elevator still.

“This thing is really slow,” He commented as you stopped a bit of ways from him. You were rather pretty, but you seemed upset, he figured he’d try to make small talk to see if he could cheer you up.

“Yup,” You answered bluntly.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” He extended his hand to you.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened so you ignored him and got on.

He pulled his hand back and got on with you.

As soon as the doors shut you turned to him. “Listen here Parker. This is my place to sell pictures. So why don’t you take yours and shove off. You aren’t needed here.”

Peter looked at you surprised.

The elevator was not fast enough.

“I’m sorry? I can’t control if Jameson picks my pictures. But I need the money and this is the only thing I’m really good at.” Peter argued.

“Just go somewhere else then.”

“No thanks, I’m good here,” Peter stated. “Jameson said if your pictures are better than mine he’ll take yours anyway. So, if you’re better than me you have nothing to worry about. Maybe it was just a one off time. But, this isn’t a permanent job, it’s just freelance, don’t take it so seriously.”

Finally the elevator opened and released the two of you.

You glared at the back of Peter’s head as he left.

He normally wasn’t like that but something about how you were challenging him really brought something out in him.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

It had been two straight weeks of Jameson not picking your pictures. Frankly, you didn’t blame him, Peter was amazing. You wondered how he managed to get so many good and creative shots of Spider-Man.

Yet, you were not going to give up. If he was so good at getting incredible shots, well then you just had to amp things up. You needed to really get in close on a fight. So, that night when you went looking for one of Spider-Man’s fights you swore you were going to really get in on it.

And you did. It was incredible, thrilling frankly. You didn’t see Peter anywhere so there was no way he’d get shots like this.

The following morning, bright and early, you made your way to the Bugle. As you approached the building you spotted him. He was coming from the other direction and you both stopped in front of each other at the doors.

“I’ve got you this time,” You shot at him.

Peter rolled his eyes. He knew you were at that fight last night, but there’s no way you could have gotten a better shot than he did based on where you were hiding. “If you’re so sure,” He opened the door and held it for you. “After you my lady.”

You walked right past him, the two of you stayed silent in the elevator up. You both walked right into Jay’s office and placed your pictures on his desk.

He opened each envelope and surveyed them.

You rung your hands nervously.

Jay looked up at the two of you. “I’d love to sit here and go on about what a menace Spider-Man is, but this is something more important. I’m going to use both of these pictures.”

It was better than nothing.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter said.

“Yeah, yeah, now get out before I change my mind.”

“Thank you Mr. Jameson,” you said smiling at him. “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded.

The two of you walked out together and waited for your pay.

“What was that about getting me this time?” Peter teased you as you made your way out.

You shot a glare at him. “Honestly, I could care less, at least he took one of mine finally. Just have to do better next time. Also how did you even get a shot at that fight? I didn’t see you anywhere.”

He looked at you, slight panic in his eyes. “Oh, uh well I must have just been hiding really good or something, that’s all.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Does someone else take your pictures because you’re too scared to get caught up in the fight?”

Peter shook his head. “No! I take my pictures, you probably just don’t pay attention to everything around you because you’re busy taking photos.” He scurried off the elevator, hoping you wouldn’t grill him about it.

“Yeah, okay,” You scoffed.

After that you spent just about every night trying to find good ways to get pictures of Spider-Man. However, you also spent your time looking for Peter. You needed to know how he did it. He was so good and frankly, you wanted to be better and learn from him. Not that you’d admit that to him. It was fun messing with him. He was cute when flustered.

After the third week Jameson asked you to start taking pictures of other things, events in the city, accidents, stuff like that. Really he just wanted to make sure you got paid.

But he let Peter get the pictures of Spider-Man.

Another week later and you were being called to Jameson’s office. To your surprise Peter was there too.

“I have an assignment for the two of you. Next weekend is my son John’s birthday. Since he comes back from space a few days before that we’re having a party for him. I want both of you there to take the pictures. You aren’t to get in anyone’s way, I’ll pay you after, and if anyone asks you you’re professionals not some kids I let take pictures for the paper. Got it?”

“Yessir,” You and Peter both agreed. You were excited to be doing something so big for him. If you did an amazing job he might recognize you and give you the chance to start getting Spider-Man pictures again.

“And dress nice, I don’t want you two embarrassing me.”

When the day finally came you were beyond ready to get started. So, you made it to the venue a little earlier than you probably should have. But that was good, you could get photos of the place beforehand, maybe you could even sell them back to the place.

It wasn’t long before Jameson showed up. He made small talk with you, told you where you could and couldn’t go, and then proceeded to question Peter’s whereabouts. It was getting close to when people would be arriving and he wasn’t going to pay Peter for being late and not getting good shots.

However, he did finally manage to show just as guests started to arrive. Luckily, Jameson couldn’t grill him about it because people were already walking through the doors.

Your attention was divided between the guests and Peter. He looked rather good with a button up shirt and black pants. Better than the typical flannel or sweaters he wore. He made his way over to you. “Hey,” He greeted awkwardly as he gave you a once over.

“Hi,” you offered back, taking a picture of some people by the entrance shaking J’s hand.

“You look really nice,” He complimented.

That took you aback, you looked at him, slight blush on your face. “Th-thanks, so do you.” Then you noticed something. There were dark bruises peeking out from Peter’s collar. Your first thought lead you directly to that he had a girlfriend and they were hickies. You felt rather embarrassed now, chasing after guys wasn’t something you were big on, which was why if someone asked no one would know that you really had a crush on Peter. They would say you hated him. But you had your own way of liking a person. However, you wouldn’t have bothered at all had you known he was taken.

Suddenly you were looking away and silencing yourself.

Peter got a few shots of some people at the bar before wondering why you weren’t pestering him like you normally would be. Frankly, he enjoyed it, enjoyed you. But you obviously weren’t interested, so he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by letting you find that out. He could feel your eyes on him every few seconds. When he finally caught what you were looking at his brow arched. “Something wrong?”

You blushed and looked away. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to show up to a special event you’re getting paid at with hickies on you. That’s all. I’m going to go get close ups of Jay with people.” You walked away before he could answer you.

He watched you go in surprise. He knew there was bruising, but he was surprised that it looked like hickies. He thought it was a very obvious handprint, a very large Kingpin handprint. But it wasn’t like he could tell you that, yet he also didn’t want you thinking they were hickies. He knew he had to come up with something.

Only he didn’t have the chance because things in the party started to pick up because the guest of honor had arrived.

It was another hour before Peter finally got to speak to you.

“Just so you know, I’ve never had a hickey in my life,” he admitted to you.

You looked at him confused, “That’s a blatant lie, Peter.”

He shook his head. “Seriously! I’m 20 and I’ve never had any. And I wouldn’t show up to something like this with one even if it was. It’s bruising yeah, but from a hand.”

A deep blush shot across your face. “Okay! Too much information. I don’t need to know about the kinky shit you’re into!”

Peter’s eyes widened. “You’re ridiculous! Get your mind out of the gutter! I was almost strangled to death!”

You stared at him, surprised he was yelling at you, especially in such a hushed tone, but more so that someone had tried to kill him. “What?”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I got caught, not a big deal. I’ve had worse from bullies in high school. I just… I just didn’t want you thinking that it was something it wasn’t, alright?”

A thousand questions swirled in your mind. But one really stuck out. “Why was it so important for you to tell me that?” God, you really wanted it to be because he liked you and didn’t want you to think he was with someone. But, you didn’t want your hope showing. It must have flickered in your eyes though because Peter’s look turned nervous.

Time practically slowed for him as the buzzing feeling started in the back of his head. The look in your eyes surprised him, like you might actually have some interest in him. But that wasn’t his top priority. Glass shattered behind him. His first instinct was to reach out for you and cover you on the ground.

The maniacal laughter from above pulled his attention fully away from you. There was a room full of people, the Green Goblin above, and little time for him to get away so he could suit up and take him down.

“What are you doing?!” Both of you heard Jonah yell over the screams and panic of the party goers. “Get this! I ain’t paying you to lay around!”

After being knocked to the ground, your mind finally kicked back into gear. You untangled your camera from Peter’s and started shooting.

“Oh my God, Y/N, we gotta get out of here!” Peter said, only he really just meant you.

“Not a chance!” You told him, pushing past people to find a somewhat safer position that you could still get good shots from.

He needed a plan and fast, he wasn’t paying attention to what the goblin was shouting, but he knew if he didn’t get away Spider-Man would not be showing up. Which right now was not a good idea considering Jonah was about ready to take Goblin on by himself.

People struggled against one another to make an escape from the room. Peter decided he should take a chance and slip in with them before he missed his chance to be out of both your and J’s line of sight.

The second he could break away he was discarding his clothes, hopping out a window and entering through Green Goblin’s broken window. First he got rid of Jameson and his son. No reason for more people to get hurt than necessary. Even if Jonah protested against Spider-Man profusely.

His next order of business was Goblin. Of course there was the usual banter, and fighting. It was difficult if fight in close quarters like this. He especially hated that you were still in the room. However, he knew if you didn’t get pictures of this then you and him would be in deep shit with J and he was not about to lose his job. He’d just make sure you were out of the way and if you were in the way, then he’d do something about you.

However, it didn’t last long and things were not going Peter’s way. When Goblin spotted you he knew right away that he had a hostage. Peter tried to get to you first, but he was seconds too slow as Old Gobby scooped you up right off the ground.

Fear overtook you. You were so excited about the great shots you were getting, you didn’t even realize he was heading for you until it was too late.

Your scream pierced Peter’s ears.

Finally Green Goblin decided to take things outside.

Peter followed after the two of you. As quickly as things began were as fast as Peter wanted to end them.

When it came to ending this fight, it was between saving you or going after Green Goblin. And never would Peter hesitate between saving a life and going after a villian.

He caught you, feet before you hit the ground. Only, your camera hit the ground, shattering.

Peter didn’t realize, but you did. Your life might be safe, but your way of life laid out on the cement as Spider-Man swung you to safety on a rooftop.

“Are you alright,” He asked, changing his voice, once you were finally set back down on your feet.

The tears in your eyes worried him, but he couldn’t fully let that show. He wasn’t Peter right now.

“Fine…,’ You mumbled. “Just a broken camera now laying in the street. Woulda preferred you saved that instead of me.”

The eyes of his mask widened as his did. He looked back over his shoulder and down to the ground. “I’m so sorry,” He said, accidentally forgetting to sound different.

You looked at him a little confused, but there was no way. No possible way. “It’s fine,” You told him. “Thanks for saving me… I really thought he might kill me.”

“I never would have let that happen.”

A light blush painted your cheeks as you nodded.

He helped you down from the building and was disappearing from sight before you could even think of asking him anything else.

You didn’t bother to go back and pick up the remains of your camera. Instead you went home and tried to prepare yourself to lose your only source of income.

The following morning you went straight into the Bugle, fully expecting to get shouted at.

However, when you walked into Jameson’s office you were very surprised.

“Your pictures were absolutely amazing,” Jonah praised you. “I can’t believe how incredible they were. Those ones of the fight were even better! Spider-Man and Green Goblin crash birthday party of American Hero! Great pictures to go with a great article! I’m paying you twice what I paid that Parker kid. He didn’t get a single one of the fight!”

You stared at him in utter shock. “Um… Mr. Jameson… I-I don’t-”

“You’re taking what I give you kid! Now get out of here before I change my mind. You’re back on the action pictures since I can’t trust Parker to get them when it counts.”

You nodded and exited the office.

Betty offered you your pay. “Here ya go, sweetie.”

“Betty… I-... I didn’t give him my pictures…” You admitted.

She looked at you confused. “Of course you did. Peter handed them in when he stopped in this morning. He said he got yours developed for you. Were you drinking at that party last night?” She chuckled and went back to her work.

You were even more confused now than before. You hurried out of the building and called Peter, luckily his number was given to you by Betty when he started. She always got and gave out other’s numbers just in case anyone needed to get ahold of somebody. It rang a few times before he answered.

“Hello?” He asked, there was a lot of noise behind him before suddenly it cut off.

“Peter?” You asked, just to be sure.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, where are you? We need to talk.”

He was silent for a moment, like he was thinking. “Uh, right now isn’t a good time.” There was a loud crash and a shout in the background. “Shit-”

“I’m alright!” A man shouted in the back.

Peter sighed, sounding exasperated.

“What is happening wherever you are?” You asked.

“Just working on something with someone. Look, if this is about last night-”

“Yeah it is, but like I said, I want to talk to you face to face. So where are you?” It was more of a demand this time.

“I’m at Avengers Tower,” He finally admitted.

You laughed. “No seriously.”

“Serious. You gotta come here if you want to talk, I can’t leave right now. Just tell the desk lady you’re here to see me and she’ll give you directions.”

When you arrived, you really thought it was a joke, but to your surprise it wasn’t.

You were directed to take the elevator all the way up. When you got off you were thinking this was definitely Tony Stark’s penthouse.

“Hey,” Peter said, approaching from some stairs.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” You started on him, still looking around the place in awe.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kind of work with Mr. Stark,” he admitted. “You wanted to talk?” He ushered you towards a couch.

“Are we even allowed to sit here?” You asked.

“Peter’s got free reign of the place,” a voice said behind you.

You turned around in shock. You never imagined meeting Tony Stark, especially on such a personal level.

“Please, make yourself at home. Let F.R.I.D.A.Y. know if you need anything.” He was heading off somewhere else before you could even register what just happened.

Peter took gentle hold of you wrist and tugged you to sit on the couch.

“I need answers. Lots of them,” you finally said to him.

He sighed. “I figured you did…”

“First, how did you hand in my pictures this morning? My camera broke into a million pieces last night. You were nowhere to be found during that fight so how’d you find it? Why did you even turn them in as mine when you could have just said they were yours? Why would you do that? Jameson paid me double what he paid you and I don’t even know what pictures you gave him! What are you doing here of all places and with Tony Stark?”

Peter chuckled, “I really thought you would have figured it out.”

Oh you did, you definitely did. You could only stare at him.

“I’m sorry about your camera,” he said. “I promise I’ll get you a new one. As for the pictures… I went back to see if I could salvage anything. It took some work but I got them and decided to just print them with mine and give them to Jonah. You really got some terrific shots. You deserve the pay for them Y/N, really. I… all I care about is that you’re safe, okay?”

“I can take care of myself you know,” you shot at him, embarrassed that he thought he had to save you.

“Look, I know you can, I’ve seen you sneak around my fights really well, believe me I know. But you definitely weren’t saving yourself when you were falling to your death.”

You punched his shoulder. A silence fell between you as you thought everything over. But after a few moments you finally broke it. “You’re really Spider-Man, huh?”

Peter nodded. “It’s a secret, promise you won’t tell? Especially Jonah, I think he’d really fire me then.”

You laughed with him and nodded. “Deal. But you have to tell me one more thing.”

���What’s that?”

“Why tell me at all? I honestly don’t believe you just go around telling every person you save your secrets.”

He blushed lightly, and even though you knew it wasn’t true you did find it cute when he got flustered.

“Oh my God! You were just hoping you’d get laid for being a hero and saving my life!”

Peter’s eyes widened, his blush flared deeper as he panicked. “No! I like you but definitely not that!”

You laughed at him.

He looked at you and realized you were just kidding around. He released a sigh. “You just love watching me get worked up like that, don’t you?”

“Yup!” You eagerly replied. “As for this liking me business. Why don’t you do something about it?”

Peter was surprised by your response. It took him a minute to even realize what was really happening. “Can I take you out on a date?”

“Mmm,” You pretended to think about it, making him more nervous than before, like he mistook the signs you were giving him. “Of course Peter, I’d love to.”

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[sombrz]

Please imagine me just delivering these on a platter to ur sickbed: akira, minako, ochako, iida, (tries to think of a marvel comic person) uhh flash

thank you, thank you. who needs cough medicine when you have shipping.

(edit: i’m 99% healthy. it took me that long to finish this mess.)

AKIRA: okay, i think i remember telling you how i was pretty chill with akira ships. like, if done right, i don’t mind any of them, except for futaba (because they’re siblings, fu). besides our collective issues with atlus and their inability to not be weird when it comes to the girls. also, i feel like what makes the p5 kids feel the most like actual friends is also what makes it harder for me to fully invest in any individual dynamic - they all meet throughout the course of the game (even ann and ryuji aren’t close friends beforehand, and there’s definitely no drama between them) and they help each other heal and get past their abusers so that they can have a fresh start and feel free to be normal teenagers. so there’s little to actually grab onto when searching for….anything layered? like, compared to the p3 kids who have so much inner turmoil that they take out on each other - or the p4 kids, who can’t be completely truthful to themselves or each other. the p5 kids do have baggage, but not with each other. which makes for healthier bonds but also more boring ship dynamics lmao. all very cute and fluffy, but not a lot of substance. 

point is, i don’t really have much to say? like akira/yusuke is fun and silly. akira is eccentric and cool enough to go along with yusuke’s antics, and even though p5 always gives us an option to be mean, i can’t imagine akira ACTUALLY thinking that kind of stuff? like, he’s a weirdo too so he just. gets it. yusuke basically takes akira out on dates during his social link. they lend themselves well to model/artist headcanons and aus. they don’t realize they’re dating until a few months into their relationship - one of the others had to point it out and yusuke’s like ‘oh? is that what this is??’ and akira’s like ‘thank god’ bc he was too awkward to bring it up himself. futaba makes fun of them a lot.

akira and ryuji are cute too. i’ve gotten a bit fond of the boner squad (br)ot3 too. just ann/ryuji/akira being dumbasses. or ann/shiho+ryuji/akira being dumbasses while going on double dates. there’s also not really much to it - just the usual persona teen boy ‘no-homo-bromo-but-it’s-actually-homo’ fare. ryuji’s less possessive and repressed about it than yosuke is, though. which is good (ie more healthy) bc it’s more like akira found himself a human puppy jock boyfriend, and it’s cute! ryuji instantly decided he liked akira and started planning their secret handshake and selecting their cool delinquent hangout spot. and akira just smiles through it all bc he’s charmed. morgana gives akira the most judgemental stare ever when he finds out though. 

i like akira/haru bc she’s who i dated in my playthrough. they’re soft and sweet and i think a slow relationship built on patience is good for both of them. and they have the most obvious phantom thief couple aesthetic, tbh. they also have the ‘demure wallflower by day, trigger-happy hellion by night’ thing going on. i love the idea of them opening up a coffee place together (their futures align! this is the SO that sojiro approves the fastest lbr!) and akira being haru’s trophy husband (let this man be someone’s trophy husband).

akira/goro’s the one with the most depth lmao as our boy akechi gets the short end of the stick re: what everyone else got - to defeat their abuser and come out the other side a new and improved person. INSTEAD, it’s all about deep-rooted envy and what-ifs. when i replayed p5 for my friend’s benefit, she kept being like ‘wow ok akechi’s got….the most obvious crush on mc. why is he always here? why does he talk like that? omg?’ and my sentiments exactly. AKIRA’S thoughts exactly, tbh, bc what else is he supposed to get out of some of the things that come out of goro’s mouth. but it’s like….he DOES like akira, but he also resents his existence because akira gets to have real bonds and happiness despite the crappy hand dealt to him. and their own bond is based on careful lies and observing each other for any cracks in their armour. but there’s that undertone of wishing that they’d met in other circumstances, where they COULD have a normal relationship and get to know each other in a way that’s not ‘we levelled up our relationship when you shot me in the face with the intent of murdering me and framing me for my own death but really, i tricked you and you didn’t actually kill me & now we can defeat you and your dad! ha! checkmate!!’ but i love that that’s actually part of the dynamic so lmao.

MINAKO: you know, despite minako and minato being considerably different (both their external personality/appearances > emo boy/preppy girl  - and the changes in their dialogue choices > again, minako is a lot more confrontational and energetic), i pretty much just ship them with the same people?

the only exceptions of this being i ship minako with shinjiro and yukari but can’t really fathom either of them with minato. (it’s bc yukari is a lesbian and shinji does not deal well with sullen people. like, what’s he supposed to do? pat minato on the back?) 

i will also warn that it’s been….forever since p3 so i’m kinda fuzzy on details. 

anywhoooooo, AIGIS. main protag ship is aigis. idc which protag, but i must give atlus my once-in-a-blue-moon compliment because they kept aigis’ social link and her blatantly romantic feelings for the protag the exact same in portable. so minako/aigis is just as canon as minato/aigis, buahaha. anyway. robot girlfriend who starts off being somehow programmed to feel protective/indebted to minako but then starts developing real genuine feelings as she explores her humanity, minako wanting to show aigis how to enjoy herself while putting the emphasis on aigis’ feelings and opinions but also being so amazed and grateful for aigis’ love and attention. also, the difference between protags here being that while minato is silently intimate, minako is loudly loving. the utter tragedy that is aigis not being able to save the person she cares about, the imagery of minako’s head in her lap while they wait for the end is….A Lot. i think in a lot of tragic robot/human romance fiction, the robot gives up its life for their human partner so i like the reverse here - with aigis having to experience the emotions of loss and depression and overcoming that because she truly loved mina(k/t)o and now they’re gone. it’s heavy! it’s a lot! i just remembered i never finished the p3 movies! i should do that!

there’s ryouji. again, don’t care which protag - just like the idea of our mc flirting with death. literally flirting with the avatar of death. the double sides of the ship: goofy teenage flirting vs warning of impending doom. ryouji just being like ‘yeah just kill me it’s for the best i’m actually here to destroy the world or w/e’ to his gf (or bf) out of nowhere on christmas eve lmao. it’s fun, idk.

yukari! honestly, taking out all the forced hetero ship teasing made me ship her with minako more lmao their social link was just better! no offense! and their personalities mesh better too - i feel like yukari would get way too frustrated with a closed-off partner and i love concept of: the huffy takes-no-shits girl being soft for her cheerful outgoing gf. also, i spent way too long imagining the answer with minako - the aigis/minako/yukari would be heartwrenching and we deserve it. 

shinjiro! can i start off by saying it’s a good thing shinji was in p3, which did the best job of showing the characters apart from the protagonist and main plot (prob bc on the other hand, it did the worst job with social links seeing as none of the guys had them) - i feel like in p4 or p5, we wouldn’t have gotten to know him nearly as well before he died. anyway, his social link with minako is really sweet and a romance between them hits my ‘tsundere/flustered boy not knowing how to deal with affection from pretty girl he respects a lot’ checkpoints. and i need to talk about this: i feel like the decision to make him comatose instead of dead if you romance him was a double edged sword disguised as a blessing lol. because he was still DYING before he got shot, and also he wakes up just in time to find out his girlfriend died! fhdhfgdjd! 

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uraraka……okay: i ship her with tsuyu, bakugou, iida, mina and toga. 

oh, here’s a story. before i got into bnha, i stumbled on a bunch of deku/uraraka amvs and they were so precious. like, really, deku and ochako are the cutest goddamn things in this series. seeing them side by side makes me want to channel my inner grandmother and pinch their cheeks. it was, like, the only thing i knew about bnha at first, so i just figured i’d end up shipping it whenever i eventually got to watching it bc i’m easy to please like that. but ha. nah. it’s sad bc i love their dynamic when it’s focusing on their actual friendship but then the actual romantic hints made me want to roll my eyes so hard. it’s so BORING if you take it at face-value, and i’m so boggled by it if you look deeper bc i don’t understand what hori’s planning here. it’s irritating bc even uraraka admits that her borderline obsession (and that’s what it is, since it’s compared to TOGA’S CRUSHES…y’know, our resident yandere serial killer?) is detrimental to her growth as a hero. and i know it’s partially bc she’s a teenager but its blown so out of proportion. it’s a crush!! relax!!! like, compare to deku’s crush on uraraka where after he got over his initial anxiety of talking to girls, he - at most - just blushes a little when she stands too close or dresses extra-cute. every other time, he treats her no differently than any of his other friends. but then uraraka’s crush is treated like. this weirdly twisted admiration she doesn’t even WANT. she relates to a villain’s desire to imitate and become the person they like, she gets ridiculously jealous every time he looks at another girl, she keeps fucking up because she focuses too much on him and how to be like him. it’s weird. idk. typical fiction tropes lead me to believe i’m supposed to root for them to get together (and bnha will end with an epilogue where they have a child named after a food) but the story i’m being told makes me want to root for uraraka to succeed at getting over those feelings! idfk!!!

also, i have to laugh at the way horikoshi decided to tell us and uraraka herself that these feelings were romantic. by having aoyama just be like ‘oh you were thinking what would izuku midoriya do? could it be you love him?’ when we see multiple male friends of deku’s (iida and todo, in particular - hell, even aoyama himself) have similar WWMD thoughts and he, in turn, instantly imitates bakugou whenever he hits a roadblock (taking inspiration from to downright copying bakugou’s moves, trash talking his opponents, etc). am i supposed to see only uraraka’s feelings as romantic? why? because she’s a girl and deku’s a guy?

i like it better when iida’s involved. both iida and uraraka are so sweet and enthusiastic to counter deku’s more nervous personality, and they’re a very good trio! i tend to prefer them as a brot3 but as i said, i do ship iida/uraraka seperately! i don’t have any big reasons for it except i enjoy how contagiously energetic and silly they are around each other? dramatic too - remember the ‘REACH FOR MY HAND’ scene when all the UA students were freaking out? it’s just a simple best friend dynamic like what they have with deku but there’s no weird one-sided jealousy/competitiveness involved (luckily, iida got over it after the stain arc haha). they don’t end up feeling bad or unworthy of the praise they get from the other - which is great, because they’re very complimentary towards each other! iida is so understanding (his immediate reaction to uraraka being self-conscious about her reason for pursuing heroism) & uraraka is usually the one who vocalizes how cool and talented iida is (while also giggling her ass off whenever he gets all extra-dramatic)! tbh, curse their aborted moment after iida’s match with mei! let them praise each other!!! i like that their seats are so close to each other too - i wonder how horikoshi decided on the seating plan. but uraraka’s tendency to shake iida by the shoulders is precious & i bet you he breaks his staunch ‘follow-every-rule’ mentality when it comes to uraraka writing him little notes in class. also, maybe uraraka just deserves a sweet+rich boyfriend. it’s that easy. lmao.

i already talked about bakugou/uraraka. it’s great, dripping with potential, needs more canon interaction. i only trust a portion of its fanbase to do them properly. but this is the case for almost every big ship. (where’s that one fandom meme where one of the questions was like ‘what do you hate seeing in fanfic/content for them’ bc NOW THAT I’M ACTUALLY READING FANFIC AGAIN, LEMME TELL YOU. BEING A MULTISHIPPER IS HARD.)

tsuyu and uraraka are just genuinely a good match? i like the contrast between uraraka - who is emotional and upbeat - and tsuyu - who is calm and rational. but they’re both very perceptive? their first night at the dorms is a good indicator of how their dynamic works. the others are quick to accept that tsuyu doesn’t want to play along with the room competition, but uraraka both provides the excuse and lingers behind with worry. she probably had to convince tsuyu that it was okay for her to vocalize her feelings to the bakugou rescue squad, and volunteered to be with her during said confrontation. compare to the forest where tsuyu sweetly and calmly offers uraraka her hand because she sees her friend is scared, without actually needing to say anything else. they’re sweethearts. i absolutely adore them. oh, and i dig their earth/sky + pink/green aesthetic clash.

uraraka and mina are based on two things: 1) they’re always hugging and hanging out in official art/sketches (mina even has a selfie of them hanging on her wall of pics in her room) so i can only assume they’re super-close gal pals that should kiss, 2) i love shipping silly idiots together and it’s hard to find ships like this that are f/f but these two fit that specific chaotic mold!!! and 3) AESTHETIC DREAM!!! PINK SPACE GIRLS!!!! DO I NEED ANY OTHER REASONS? NO. NO, I DO NOT.

HOLY SHIT, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S OFFICIALLY CANON THAT TOGA HAS A ROMANTIC CRUSH ON URARAKA? again, i could write an essay on coding and how frustrating it is for characters like toga to usually be bi/pan. but no one’s claiming this a win for rep. and i’m FASCINATED by this dynamic. toga loves stain-sama for his ideals and how that enables her nature to kill. she loves deku-kun out of curiousity for his ideals and the fact they met when he was beaten to a pulp lmao. and she loves ochako-chan because she sees herself in her - she thinks that they share ideals. again, i have no idea what the long-term meaning for this development is but it’s clearly pitting them against each other? and adding a romantic element to that is hmmmmmmmmm. we’ll see, we’ll see. and like i mentioned above, it’s shocking and worrying and makes me ship uraraka and toga more that uraraka ALSO sees the similarity between her and toga. she’s horrified by the implications of it but she hears toga’s spiel and tries to fruitlessly deny that ‘yeah, she’s right. that’s how i am. we’re the same.’ if i were to ever write a traitor!uraraka fanfic (which i would if i could ever FINISH a writing project), it’d be uraraka/toga and uraraka trying to convince herself she’s better than toga, that she still has a moral code and her reasons for joining the league have more weight to it, and she doesn’t!!! care!!! what toga thinks of her!!! and expecting a rivalry but toga doesn’t meet that head-on because instead, toga wants to be close and connected to uraraka. toga has this kind of mature soft side we’ve seen before (with twice) that shows how she can see you at your core (her fight w/ uraraka also showed that) and i want to see uraraka to be on the end when she thinks she doesn’t deserve it and doesn’t trust toga and just being frustrated and confused over it all.

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iida…….i think deku, todoroki, uraraka and aoyama are my biggest ships for him. also, i don’t ship it myself but momo/iida/todoroki’s rich kid squad is A REALLY FUN DYNAMIC AND OT3.

LET’S BE REAL: IIDA/DEKU IS SO UNDERAPPRECIATED IN THIS FANDOM. ALL IIDA SHIPS ARE BUT….IIDA/DEKU. iida’s goddamn….tucked deku into bed. threw his hat in the ring of rivals. there’s official art of iida giving deku a shoulder ride. he punched him to make him see how his actions are affecting him - “haven’t you thought about how *I* feel [about you putting yourself in peril]?!” like. bro. okaaaay. i still laugh that they got on the wrong foot initially - deku was so scared of iida sjfhhf like he was equally worried he’d be stuck in the same class as iida as he was about kacchan. thankfully, iida’s a sweetheart who cares with all his heart, and he sees all that there is to admire about deku, so they became instant friends after that. and iida means SO MUCH to deku. i pay a lot of attention to how future!deku talks in his narration, because he normally interrupts the narrative to move the story along - by talking about minor time skips, the movement of the villains, etc. but he also tends to wax a bit poetic about his friends. like when he interrupted everything to give us a side-story about how and aoyama became bffs. so we can assume that aoyama’s friendship means a lot to adult izuku. or how comforting and important it is to me that even as an adult, he refuses to stop calling bakugou ‘kacchan’. it’s sweet. in that same vein, it strikes me that deku still holds an amount of guilt for not supporting iida better during the whole ingenium-stain debacle. it ended….much better than it could have, and that experience was what strengthened iida/deku/todo’s relationship. yet as an adult, deku still wishes he could have done more. offered iida the help he needed before he went rushing in. hoo. but anyway, yeah, they’re cute! wholesome nerd boys! cute height difference! also yeah, i’m glad that iida got over his sports-festival-era feelings of inferiority towards deku. deku loves competition, but you can tell that he didn’t want that out of his relationship with iida (compare to how he outright covets a rivalry with bakugou and accepted it from todoroki w/ his head held high). it wasn’t based on healthy feelings and they’re so much better as supportive bfs.

iida and todoroki have a lot of stuff in common as legacy heroes who were trained from childhood to be heroes - with the major difference that todoroki faced horrifying abuse that prevented him from having a close relationship with his siblings and made him want to reject his legacy, while the iidas are good folk and iida’s brother means the world to him and he’s so far one of the only heroes we know to reuse a superhero identity based on legacy. and even the painful bullshit (like the ‘take out your muffler and a new, stronger one will grow in’ thing) was something that iida went through on his own accord and with warning. and todoroki’s words of encouragement during the stain arc were based on his own life lesson! they both come off as very serious and abrasive elites at first glance, but they’re actually dorky and socially awkward! but i think they get each other - i imagine they have a very calming friendship, no need for pretenses and judgement, and they deserve that! they probably think the other is hilarious too even though absolutely no one else gets the joke! they had a lot of cute moments recently since they were paired in the same 1A vs 1B match. like iida can just…tell the minute differences in todoroki’s expression and demeanour apart and knows when there’s something wrong. and they’re just so humble and sweet and can’t handle the other being self-deprecating. they’re good boys, brent.

already talked about iida/uraraka. they’re cute, i love them.

AOYAMA THOUGH. knight boys! they were so good during the exam! it really got me that aoyama didn’t even consider the idea that iida might not abandon him, might want to help him and win together instead of just use him to get ahead himself - and iida didn’t even really get the emotional realization aoyama went through there but he was still like ‘YEAH WE DID GOOD! I’M GLAD YOU FEEL BETTER! THUMBS UP! :D’ they’re both very dramatic and - i don’t know how to describe it….they pose a lot, talk with their limbs. they’re silly, is what i mean. and maybe aoyama ALSO deserves a loving, rich boyfriend. MAYBE IIDA SHOULD BE EVERYONE’S LOVING RICH BOYFRIEND. but in this case, aoyama’s boyfriend who will carry him bridal-style everywhere, much to aoyama’s glee lol. except when he’s dragging him along via his cape. whatever works.

also, side note, i find it kinda interesting that fandom pairs him up with girls like mei and camie - when i just….feel like he’d be so out of his element and sooo overwhelmed? i’m wincing just thinking about it lol poor iida.

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i’m glad you specified marvel bc if you’d just said ‘comic’, i would have assumed you meant THE flash and i would be forced to sit here and think of every dc speedster ship…..well, it wouldn’t be as bad as spidey ships (honestly i’m very basic with speedsters - it’s just like ‘speedster/their spouse’ with the adults (even wally - linda or bust, tbh) and ‘speedster/their best friends’ with the teens), but we’d be here longer. 

BUT FLASH THOMPSON? i already mentioned my two big ones, with venom and peter but i’m def willing to talk more about them.

 flash/venom, a man and his gooey alien husband. i love that it’s a relationship based on self-growth and healing from past hurt and stopping destructive habits and cycles (both that cause self-harm and harm onto others). one of my favourite panels is still where flash pleads with peter to not let his anger seep into venom because venom’s gotten past all that. he’s a better person (being. alien. thing.) now and doesn’t want to turn to feeding on rage ever again. and that’s true for flash (a victim of child abuse who bottled up all that sadness and rage and took his aggression out on other kids) as well. it’s just so….nice. and venom credits all this to flash. and a thing i find about venom is that its unhealthy dynamics are all about control - you’re just its host, it possesses you against your will, you become an out-of-control villain. but with flash, venom sees a partner and home - they need and belong with each other, they communicate and cooperate, they became a superhero. also i love how they’re seriously affectionate and intimate - that’s just kind of a given with venom, i think, because you have to invite & accept it as part of yourself. but flash is so soft with venom - while he’s not as….hm, vocal about it as eddie ‘ooh my love my darling~’ brock is (he’s also a bit less obsessive haha sorry eddie), he’s so protective and likes giving venom headscratches and kissy faces to the point others react to it like they would witnessing PDA. i just want flash to be all cute and smooch his husband when they’re not like. one singular entity. CAN YOU BELIEVE THE HEALTHIEST DYNAMIC FOR FLASH TO BE IN IS WITH A SYMBIOTIC ALIEN GOO CREATURE? I CAN. AND I’M THANKFUL FOR IT.

 i also ot3 them with eddie for the sake of my peace of mind where everyone’s happy. where venom’s not torn between two loves, and eddie doesn’t feel the need to think things like ‘it’s tough being someone’s second best’ and ‘i’d like to think he’d do the same for me but part of me knows that would be a lie. it’ll always be flash.’ and having those thoughts because he literally FEELS that pull towards flash? like he inherited those feelings, he KNOWS what it’s like to love flash thompson. LIKE, YO????? GIVE ME THAT SYMBIOT3.

then there’s flash/peter, the funniest super/civvie id love triangle in the world. flash having the biggest hero crush on spider-man in high school - so many superheroes to choose from but spidey is the best, because he’s an underdog, because he gets pushed down and refuses to give up, because he’s SO GODDAMN COOL - while simultaneously thinking peter is frankly, the worst? but in that terrible way where he fixates on peter even when he’s not part of the conversation. waiting for him to leave school so he can be mean to him, feeling frustrated whenever he tries to be nice to the guy and peter either ignores, rejects or insults him in return. peter just being like ‘Sigh’ whenever flash insults him by gushing about spidey, but that’s also why he can’t dislike flash no matter how bad their relationship is. how can he hate spidey’s biggest fan? and also he probably gets a good amount of pleasure out of flash’s gf liz allen having a crush on him. peter also does this to johnny and his gf, dorrie evans - they’re frienemies in high school and kind of obsessed with each other,,,,’heRE’S MY LIST OF 500 REASONS WHY I HATE THE HUMAN TORCH’ OK PETE RELAX. so yeah, peter, despite having genuine feelings for betty brant, hits on liz and dorrie whenever they cross paths and lets them use him to make their hot blond boyfriends jealous. (peter, maybe you ARE the worst. stop it.) and then when they get to college and end up in the same friend group, flash slowly realizes that peter is like. hot now? and like, kind of a cool dude who went through a lot! like, he thought peter was a jerk in HS but he’s actually really nice when he wants to be and is always in your corner! ‘wow, i really like and respect pete! i’m proud to be his friend!’ flash thinks while staring at peter’s biceps. meanwhile, peter has no idea what’s going on because he keeps expecting flash to turn back into a dick (and steal one of his girlfriends lmao) but instead, he just keeps proving he’s a great guy! and keeps confiding in him! and uh, complimenting him a lot? and still fanboys over spidey and that’s really endearing! and oh, he’s really gonna miss him whenever he’s on tour and the idea of flash dying is unthinkable and he really likes being his roommate and he’s who he wants to be his best man and he doesn’t get why flash doesn’t seem to realize how great he is, and welp, he just punched captain america in the face for not telling him flash was agent venom. anyway, bottom line: i like dynamics that are very….long-term and constantly changing? so i tend to fall for the enemies/rivals to friends to lovers thing. or friends to enemies to lovers. but this is a former situation for sure.

also, i’m convinced every corner of the college crew pentagon happened. flash and harry MUST have at least made out once and neither was sure how to deal with the aftermath of that for a couple of months. he’s kissed and casually dated gwen AND mj - but i find it interesting that it seems like neither girl really ever considered him a contender. gwen cares about him but sees him as a shoulder to vent to about her issues with peter, and mj has a lot of fun with him but also considers him the male version of her (outgoing and bright but unwilling to commit and act serious). and he interestingly backs down quickly when peter decides to make a move on the girls. like, compared to his love triangle with liz and peter where i feel he was pretty resistant to letting her go - especially to someone like puny parker, he responds to peter’s accusations re: gwen and mj with ‘hey, relax. it’s not like that. i wouldn’t do that to you.’ i take it as him growing up and not feeling the need to overcompensate to impress his dad and also maybe the fact that he’s a bit more aware of how closeted he is. but it’s weirdly different with harry (*cough* cause it’s the first dude aside from peter he had any romantic interaction with *cough*) so he just……..dances around those feelings (on top of both of their feelings for peter) until harry starts dating liz (BECAUSE EVERYONE DATES EVERYONE IN PETER’S CIRCLE OF PALS, I GUESS) and he’s just like ‘???????????? well okay then’.

i like his dynamic with felicia as much it also pains me - that felicia went into it thinking she could use flash to hurt peter (’i’ll break your heart like he broke mine!’) but then ended up legitimately falling for him and started hoping for a normal life with him. also that they liked hanging out in terrible workout clothes. nerds. (alas, it didn’t last bc….FLASH, BUD….BUDDY….I CAN’T BELIEVE MARVEL HAD FLASH SAY THAT AND THEN PROBABLY SAT BACK AND THOUGHT ‘YUP PETE’S BEST BUD FLASH IS TOTALLY STR8′) and i need to read more of him and betty to get a handle of that but. what i’ve gotten from the panels i’ve seen that it’s very dependant on the writer and has the same problem flash’s relationships with liz, gwen, mj and felicia had where there’s a lot of love there but the actual romantic element is….lacking? falls short? fizzles out? where he seeks out a connection to peter(/spidey) through his romantic relationship with a woman peter used to be involved with and pushes said woman away when she starts getting in too deep?

anyway, that just turned into an essay about how flash thompson has been gay since his conception and only like, 20% (maybe less) of writers in charge of writing him have actually realized it.

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Yugioh S3 Ep 36-37: Local Mom-Friend’s Weird Trick, Doctors Hate Him

Hey y’all it’s a surprise midweek post because I’m in Canada this weekend woo. Surprised I even got this post done, TBH, I finally get some time where I’m not commuting around to and from San Francisco or corralling small children and I can just sit at my computer and focus and have some peace and quiet and I got--a mysterious sickness from all those kids! *yay* So, since I can’t really focus on anything, I’ll type in here and see if any of my words make any sense at all and hopefully I won’t go on some weird ass tangent like I tend to do like every other post.

So Yugi is still dueling Kaiba, much like he has for the past like...it feels like 4 years. I know I’ve only seen 3 seasons but this is...this is a really long duel. Maybe because there was a month-long break for me in the middle, (during which I watched the entirety of Evangelion, 2 Seasons of Gotham, Stranger Things S3, and the disappointing season of One Punch Man so like...I’ve had some time away from Yugioh) or maybe...maybe it’s because they’re actually playing card mechanics that go more in depth...

But yeah, despite everything, they’re still dueling.

And honestly, I’m looking at that episode number above me and it’s like...so there’s this Kaiba and Yugi Duel and then...only one more duel, right? Is it going to be a ten episode duel? Like unless Rebecca comes back for a weird cameo like...how...?

Whatever, we’ll get there when we get there.

Anyways, everyone who’s been avoiding this duel like the plague is down with the plague victims in the hospital. That’s where Tristan gets a bright idea and it’s one of his dumber ones, believe it or not.

Man, I forgot that comatose Joey Wheeler is still wearing that duel disk Pharaoh slapped on him during all this too, haha.

Also, why does he have to have all these pectoral suction cups while they just kinda...gave up on Mai? I mean I know they can’t show boobies on a Y7 show but like...it really feels like the doctor just kinda shrugged at Mai and was like “I only have one set of boob suction cups, I really didn’t think I’d need more than that, if at all.”

(read more under the cut)

And so Tristan decides that if Joey is at the window which is like...600 ft below Yugi Muto’s duel, a duel you can’t...really see from the ground...then Joey Wheeler will arise.

I mean, it’s gonna work, it’s just also kind of laughable that Joey wasn’t able to hear any of this nonsense from the bed that is two feet away from the window.

But wtv, it’s very dramatic and Tristan gets to cry some more and feel useful I guess.

The haunted underwear mannequin plot-thread was dumped between that episode and this one, and I’m kinda bummed out that more things haven’t turned into haunted underwear mannequins.

Instead of horrific underwear mannequins, Joey’s dream has gone back to the standard fare of Joey picking on middle schoolers and wearing a much better outfit than he has for most of this show.

I will super miss Joey in a fitted suit. Like, soak it allll in horny preteens, because pretty soon, Joey Wheeler will be back in that scruffy oversized T-shirt just like...well, just like how a teenager would be. I mean there’s some REASONS Mai can’t date Joey, but the fact he has a fitted suit he refuses to ever wear is one of the top reasons right under, youknow, the fact he’d need a fake ID to ever go out with her.

It’s kind of amazing actually, how my whole life I kinda just figured this was a show of insane character designs, only to find out when I actually watch the show that there is like a ... REALLY horny line just going all the way through it.

Honestly, me trying to figure out how and when this kid’s show got so damn horny has been a very big mystery I’ve been trying to solve in the background this entire time. Like, I was told “yeah the Yugioh boys get very attractive.” and I was like “ehhhhhhhh I don’t even know what you’re talking about” but, little by little over the past 3 seasons, these animators are starting to draw these boys just waaaaaaay older than these kids actually are. I’m starting to see what people are saying. It’s still not my thing, personally, but uh yeah I can see how this spawned all that fanart now.

Anyways, speaking of, the other day a friend of mine’s sister was talking about how she, as a millennial, has been wired to love very tall skinny boys in skinny pants and very long coats with popped collars and I immediately was like “Lol are you admitting to Seto Kaiba?”

And she meant Cumberbatch Sherlock, LOLOLOLOL.

And so, back on the duel field we got Seto Kaiba, who’s a lot like Sherlock except a Sherlock who is suffering from both short term and long term memory loss. And, who does cards instead of heroin.

They probably both play violin.

Kaiba, despite having arc after arc where his little brother is his main motivation, has decided to just ditch Mokuba and it’s like...either he’s psyching Yugi out or Seto Kaiba forgot he had a brother for a little bit. He might...he might have forgotten. Mokuba is standing behind him, after all.

And so, because Joey is facing Yugi at just the right moment and at just the right time, somehow he can do his little force ability again and just do this:

Thanks, hallucination!Joey.

And out he goes, drawn like a romance anime character lol.

Anyways, he’s back to being a slob so...welcome back, wrinkle shirt, it’s been a while.

And then Joey looks around and actually said this:

“Did someone get hurt?” He asks, after being burned, electrocuted AND drowned just yesterday.

I was kinda very much hoping Tristan would deck him out.

Glad that, as predicted, the moment Mai doesn’t need to be Joey’s main motivation anymore, the moment he puts the cards away, she may as well not even exist. This show and the way they write straight romances.

Please admire the matching lace up boots on the Kaiba Corp’s Emergency Squad. This would be the most obscure Cosplay on earth but maybe the most wearable Yugioh cosplay outside of Bandit Keith because you wouldn’t need a 400 dollar wig.

And then for some reason Tea just loses her mind and has a complete breakdown. She’s been kind of a mess since Yugi walked out like 2 episodes ago, which seems kind of...I dunno, both out of character but very much in character at the same time. I mean we’re assuming they “have” a relationship it’s just never actually say that they do, so her acting like her man is dead is kinda like...it still feels like it comes out of freakin nowhere.

Anyways, Tea who is strong enough to lift this entire plane and who is, in fact, possessed by at least 2 powerful ghosts (remember Shadi did spends some time there and he did NOT like it), is now a seeping crying mess that refuses to lose any more of her hospital-prone boys.

I mean they were going to go anyway, but they let Tea pretend she had any control over that and kind of glazed over this.

Back in this game that no one else is really watching anymore, Seto Kaiba is still monologuing about his entire life story that he’s never gotten any therapy for, except for that time his evil step brother accidentally gave him therapy.

Quite upset we never see the color of Mokuba’s little tuxedo.

Course...didn’t...Noah wear a little tuxedo in that same exact shape? I mean it’s a silly headcanon but youknow...it could be a yellow tuxedo they just happened to find in the back of the closet.

And it’s at this point that Mokuba just lost his lid. I’m so used to Mokuba unconditionally supporting his crazy brother that this would have been the biggest anime betrayal of the whole series, if Mokuba had said any of this outloud (which he wisely did not).

It was like...damn Mokuba. He actually said something along the lines of “I liked you better when you were poor” and it was like. Holy cow, Mokuba. Damn.

Anyway, a bunch of card stuff happens, and Pharaoh has decided that Seto has too much anger in his heart, and that’s why he will lose. Then, Pharaoh played the card proof for how angry Seto is, and if I actually payed any attention to cards, it would have been very meaningful.

But anyways, kudos to Pharaoh on not mind-wiping Seto Kaiba this time or launching him directly off this very tall tower like he attempted to do last time. They actually played a game start to finish with eachother and nothing exploded except for every television in Domino. Progress.

and then Mokuba started crying and initially I thought...wouldn’t he have WANTED his brother to lose but then I kind of remembered oh yeah now Mokuba has to deal with this oncoming aftermath.

RIP Mokuba, I guess.

Anyway, I’m out of town for the rest of the weekend, escaping to the far North to get away from the weather. I should be back next weekend, but if I’m not, I was probably eaten by a bear. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to my Yugioh recaps in Chrono order from the beginning.

[samedifference61]

A Borrowed Interlude

Gingerpilot | ~3900 words | Explicit |  Read on AO3

Written for @lingeriewarsweek: Day 4: rosy pink/peach. 

For your reference, this is what I had in mind while writing, just in a slightly different color. (link contains lingerie photos)

Summary:

Hux doesn’t dare look at the color, not here, not yet—but he wants to, only second to feeling it slide along his skin.

“Do you like it?” Dameron asks, voice pitched lower, and Hux can’t look at him—won’t, because he knows what kind of suggestive, half-lidded leer he’ll receive in return.

“Do you have what I need, or not?” Dameron holds up the silver data chip the size of his fingernail, smiling with entirely too much bravado. “Because this contains exactly what you want.”

“I have it.” Hux produces a data chip of his own and places it on the cantina table between them. “Why are you looking for this man?”

Hux gets the impression this trade of intelligence between their respective corners of the galaxy is far from even, but he still has a choice in giving up what Dameron wants. Hux had never heard of this man Dameron is looking for, someone by the name of Lor San Tekka. With what Hux could gather, it seems he’s an aging Jedi sympathizer and a grifter. The kind of loathsome wanderer existing without purpose in the Jedi’s absence.

“I’ll tell you why,” Dameron draws out, flipping the data chip between his fingers, teasing. “When you tell me why you need access to Empire construction droid schematic diagrams.”

“Because I don’t have access to them,” Hux answers. It is true. The fledgling First Order doesn’t have access to old Empire records, and everything they do have was taken back from the New Republic in some way. What he doesn’t say is this information will likely cut their estimated time of completion for Starkiller in half. “I’m building a prototype droid and it’s easier to use working documents than to start from nothing. Those schematics never belonged to the Republic.”  

“Right.” Dameron rolls his eyes in disagreement.

Dameron is no friend to the New Republic either and is never shy about goading Hux into debating their opposing political viewpoints. He usually wears his disdain for the former glory of the Empire on his sleeve, but he doesn’t push Hux on it this time. He must be after something else requiring Hux’s good mood first.

As if on cue, Dameron slides a small, lumpy package wrapped in brown paper and tied together with red string across the cantina table. Hux leans back, eyeing the package with suspicion. This isn't part of their agreed exchange. If it contains what Hux thinks it does—

Dameron raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Got you something else to remind you of me when I’m across the galaxy.”

Yes, it’s definitely what Hux thinks it is. Even as his cheeks start to color with Dameron’s sudden shift toward the familiar, he hisses, “I told you not to bring me any more.”

It's hard enough trying to hide the gifts Dameron has already given him. The more he has, the more difficult they are to conceal, and the greater the chance of getting caught with them in his possession. These gifts are never anything Hux would have access to in the Unknown Regions, and go against the Order’s philosophy of rejecting personal effects or keeping objects of emotional value.

“Yeah, and when have I ever listened to you in the past?”

Unconcerned, Dameron stretches his neck and puts the data chip back into the interior pocket of his worn leather jacket. The cocky smile has softened into something more dangerous, something that never fails to get under Hux’s skin.

Never listened. Not once, Hux doesn’t say, still eyeing the package. He won’t deny his curiosity. Dameron is consistently good at surprising him with these gifts, regardless of how often Hux reminds him not to bring them.

Dameron tips his chin toward the package. “Go on. I know that’s what you really came here for.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Hux denies, but slides the package closer. The back alley cantina where they’re huddled is crowded during the midday meal rush, so Hux won’t be able to take the contents out of the wrapping, but he can’t wait either, anticipation already taking hold.

Hux unties the string first, then slips his fingers under the seam separating the two halves of the paper, gently breaking the sealed adhesive connecting the two flaps.

When he reaches inside, the fabric is soft to the touch, silky and thin. Hux runs it between thumb and forefinger and imagines it to be a gauzy, transparent material, something thin enough to show everything beneath. It was probably smuggled from the exotic Inner Rim trade markets of Naboo. Dameron teased about being there in his last encrypted message, three days ago. Hux doesn’t dare look at the color, not here, not yet—but he wants to, only second to feeling it slide along his skin.

“Do you like it?” Dameron asks, voice pitched lower, and Hux can’t look at him—won’t, because he knows what kind of suggestive, half-lidded leer he’ll receive in return.

“It’s adequate,” Hux whispers to the tabletop, trying not to be obvious about surveying their surroundings for anyone giving them extra attention.

Dameron huffs out a laugh and leans back, taking a sip from his oversized caf. Careful to let Hux linger in his own thoughts, Dameron shakes his head in disbelief when he puts the mug down again.  

“You know I’ve gotten pretty good at reading you in the last two years. You never say what you mean, and it used to frustrate the kriffing starlight out of me, but now? It’s actually kinda cute.”

Hux raises one eyebrow. “Cute?”

Slowly, Dameron pushes the ceramic pot of caf aside and slides forward on his elbows until he’s close enough to speak soft, conspiring words only meant for the two of them.

“You heard me." Eyes never straying, Dameron picks at the string on the package.

While Hux is too stubborn to look away, he does tilt his chin in defiance.

Dameron unwinds the string from the package, brushing past Hux’s fingers still hidden beneath the paper. Hux wishes they were tucked in the back of this cantina, not near the door where a pair of twi'leks are chatting just beyond Dameron’s shoulder, near enough to hear this, to see this.

Dameron weaves the bit of string around Hux’s middle finger, wrapping it in slow, even coils from knuckle to tip.

“Listen, babe,” he begins, and Hux knows whatever he’s about to say is going to make Hux hard, and Hux—Sith hells, he wants to lean into it, soak up every syllable, drunk on the cadence of this infuriating man’s voice. “I’ve got four standard hours left on this sad excuse for an outpost before my people start looking for me, and—” he pauses to tie the string into a tiny, efficient bow, securing it around Hux’s finger. “I plan to spend every second of those four hours pounding your cute ass while you’re wearing this pretty new outfit. Does that sound adequate to you?”

Instead of answering aloud, Hux wraps two fingers around Dameron’s and holds his gaze.

Fraternizing in secret with one of General Organa’s rebels could ultimately get one or both of them killed. Dameron knows this. Hux knows this and reminds both of them often. They watch what they say to each other, only giving specific bits of information—and this part is always only about sex anyway. These are the usual lines running through Hux’s head before he drops everything to trail across the galaxy to meet Dameron, and this time is no different.

Neither of them are delusional about how this will probably end.

Hux hasn’t put the gift on yet, is still admiring its golden rosy sheen on the refresher counter with all of his same clothes on from the cantina. He fingers the curve of the fabric, the delicate stitching along the bodice, the empire waist and thin straps. It’s almost too pretty to wear. Almost.

Hux wonders if he could be so bold to wear it under his clothes when he leaves for the transport. Maybe just the panties.

Arriving at the guest house room exactly ten minutes later, Dameron enters the room and shoves the refresher door open wide open to reveal Hux standing at the counter.

“Show daddy,” he teases, stretching wide to remove his black undershirt. His outer tunic, jacket, and boots are already absent, probably carelessly strewn about the room. Hux sighs. Getting Dameron to take anything slow is always a chore.

“You know that does nothing for me,” Hux says. Dameron’s fascination with getting Hux to call him daddy usually leaves him rolling his eyes or laughing, unable to take any of it seriously. He’s beginning to suspect this is the real reason Dameron does it. Also, Hux slipped up one time and actually did call him daddy. Hux can hardly take responsibility for his actions while Dameron is balls deep inside of him.

“Yes, well. I certainly indulge you. So you could return the favor once in a while.”

Dameron stands behind Hux, grinds his erection into Hux's backside while biting at his shoulder.

They are a sight in the broad mirror over the double sink, everything contrasting—hair, skin, height, body type, and most obvious of all—persuasion tactics.

“Up,” Dameron commands, impatient with Hux’s wavering indecision. Hux frowns but lifts his arms so Dameron can peel off the jacket and white, regulation undershirt.

And this, Hux thinks manically, is where they meet in spite of those differences. Skin against skin.

With his arms still around Hux, Dameron lifts the gift with little care and examines it, deciding how it must go on. There are little snaps at the back that he pulls apart, and a bow at the neck to create a halter.

“Careful,” Hux warns, taking hold of Damerons’ wrist when he pulls the bow too quickly, not wanting it ruined before they’ve even begun.

Dameron only gives him a knowing smile and raises his eyebrows to indicate Hux should hold the front of it to his bare chest. Dameron wraps it around his torso, and Hux holds it in place, heart beating fast while he snaps it down the back and ties it at Hux’s neck. It’s a little irritating to have him make quick work of something Hux probably would have taken another ten minutes to savor, but he holds still anyway.

When Hux catches Dameron staring, and Hux shys away, shivering.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Hux begs and concentrates on smoothing the sheer fabric down his front, already hard from the feel of it, from Dameron's eyes on him while he does it.

“Turn around, gorgeous,” Dameron purrs, and pushes until Hux turns, leaning against the counter with both hands while Dameron kneels. He presses a kiss to Hux’s belly before he eases his boots off, follows closely with Hux’s trousers and socks. The briefs are last, leaving Hux’s erection to tent the front of the babydoll, brushing against the soft material. It’s enough to get Hux to push forward with his hips, encouraging.

Grinning but not touching yet, Dameron reaches up for the second piece of his gift, a pair of thong panties in the same shade of blush with golden thread along the seams.

Gently, Dameron takes Hux’s ankle in hand and eases Hux’s feet into the panties before slowly pulling them up his legs. It's strange. Having Dameron dress him, and especially like this, is so unexpectedly intimate. They've never done it like this before.

Snapping the straps of the panties at Hux’s hips, Dameron says, “Don’t worry, baby. I can fuck you just as hard with them on.”

Hux nods, reaching forward to sink his fingers through Dameron’s thick, dark curls. Dragging his stubbled cheek along Hux’s hip, Dameron mouths at the underside of Hux’s cock, leaving the front of the panties damp and cool, then takes care to adjust them until they’re covering nearly everything. The head of his cock still strains over the top, but as hard as he is, it can’t be helped.

“Do you feel better now?” Dameron asks him, digging his fingers into the flesh of Hux’s ass, spreading his cheeks.

Hux can only let out a strained hum to answer, already heady with want.

“I have one more thing for you. In the front pocket of my bag.”

WIth his heart fluttering, Hux reaches into the pocket on the counter behind him. There are a pair of matching stockings wrapped around a familiar pot of lube. Hux hands both over with a swallow. Dameron takes Hux’s foot to rest on his thigh and rolls one stocking between his fingers so he can ease the first one over Hux’s foot. Hux wonders how he became so confident with female underthings. Thee stockings stop at his upper thigh, a sheer honey color that blends well with the gold thread in the other garments. He repeats the same slow roll of the stocking along Hux’s other leg, and ends with a careful kiss to the inside of each of Hux’s thighs.

“There,” Dameron says, satisfied. He gets to his feet, hands trailing all along Hux’s sides. “Turn and look at yourself, baby.”

Hux doesn’t want to, feels the embarrassment flush over his skin. He’s ready to protest, say something biting in return when Dameron turns Hux bodily before he has the chance to reconsider.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, blushing for it. I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”

Hux does look then. It’s always a shock, seeing himself like this—openly needing this, and getting it from someone so unexpected, but the embarrassment fades into a pleasant arousal that makes Hux feel heavy, drowsy and cared for. While Hux admires the fabric, the flush against his chest, the look of his hard nipples against the fabric, he leans against Dameron’s solid frame—stares at the flush of his cheeks, the hard outline of his cock, the flair of his hips at the delicate seam.

Dameron lubes up before reaching down to pull the thong aside so he can slip one finger inside. Hux won’t need much prep, but Dameron seems to enjoy opening him up with his thick, persistent fingers anyway.

Dameron pushes until Hux is leaning over the sink, cock trapped against the counter. Being taller does have its advantages, affording them a fairly easy vantage while fucking like this. Hux almost suggests the bed instead, but Dameron pushes in unexpectedly, shorts still bunched around his thighs, and Hux can only offer a hitched moan at the familiarity of stretching open around Dameron’s girth.

“So good for me, baby,” Dameron is murmuring against the back of his neck, spreading the edge of the babydoll up and over Hux’s hips to keep the fabric out of the way once he starts moving. “Do you let anyone else fuck you like this?”

“You know I don’t,” Hux breathes out, gripping the edge of the counter to keep himself upright once Dameron is moving steadily.

“Good. Tell me why,” Dameron demands, even when Hux knows he’s shaking for it, already trying to hold himself back from orgasm.

“No one else fucks me like you do,” Hux says, arching when Dameron pulls him back by the throat, straining the panties against his erection and sliding his cock deliciously against Hux’s prostate. “Don’t come yet,” Hux demands, reaching back to dig his nails into Dameron’s bottom to get him deeper, grinding himself backward when Dameron stills, shuddering out a moan at the new angle.

“Why?” Dameron asks, palming Hux’s erection to try to persuade him that coming is more important, and Hux recognizes that needy tone, knows exactly the ego stroking Dameron needs to keep him from disobeying, from coming anyway.

Hux locks eyes with him in the mirror, preening with the attention and completely abandoning any earlier embarrassment.

“Because I want to ride your cock.”

It’s hard not to feel so confident when they’re connected in this way. It's a high Hux always finds himself chasing when they’re apart—something he hates thinking about aboard the Finalizer because he can do little to remedy their distance.

Because everything is a negotiation, Dameron says, “Let me come. Then you can ride me.”

Hux eases Dameron free, and Dameron bites at his ear to hide his moan.

“No, I want it now.”

Dameron doesn’t like having his cock touched just after he’s come, so his proposal is an empty one anyway. Hux doesn’t say this, just leaves the room, taking the lube with him to the bed.

Dameron doesn’t let him get far, tackles him to the bed before Hux has a chance to make sure the curtains over the balcony windows are closed, distracts Hux with his mouth and a set of firm hands on either side of his face, ends up on his back with Dameron pushing into him again, twin groans shared between them.

It’s so good Hux holds on for awhile, lets Dameron work himself into a sweating, panting mess. Hux draws his knees up high along Dameron's sides, likes the feel of the stockings warming against his skin. Grips Dameron's biceps, feeling the build up in himself with the steady push against his prostate and the not-nearly-enough drag of his cock against the panties, the material of the babydoll caught between them.

When Hux can feel him getting close, he brushes his fingertips along Dameron’s sides until he pulls back, whining in protest. He's quite ticklish, and Hux is never afraid to use that as a weapon.

“Off,” Hux says, and Dameron eases off, flopping on his back, panting, ready to do as Hux asks so he can come. Hux gets up on his knees so he can slide the thong down his thighs, doesn’t want to ruin them with come.

“Stars. I don’t care. I’ll keep you hidden away in my bunk and we can fuck like this everyday.”

Hux hums, ignoring the flutter in his gut, always flustered when Dameron affects him with offhand platitudes. Instead, he concentrates on guiding Dameron’s cock back in, thighs bracketing Dameron’s hips. Dameron splays his palms over Hux’s stomach and under the fabric when he starts to move, digs his thumbs in to encourage a slower, rolling motion.

Dameron doesn’t warn him when he comes, just grunts and pushes his hips up to match Hux’s pace, and keeps moving even when Hux can feel the slide of come down his thighs, rolls the babydoll up to hold it under his arms, away from the wet mess. Dameron’s hand closes over Hux’s erection, encouraging him to follow. Hux dips into the abandoned pot of lube and slicks up Dameron’s fingers. Better.

“You’re gorgeous, baby. Come for me,” Dameron says, and Hux can’t help letting go, the tight pleasure uncoiling something innate, always ready to release itself when Dameron draws it out of him. He contracts around Dameron’s softening cock enough to earn a stuttered grunt, paints his fist and torso with loose streaks of come.

Hux leans down for a kiss, but holds Dameron’s slick hands away from the babydoll. He laughs, blissed out on his own orgasm, while Hux shrugs out of the top, frowning at how sticky it is with sweat. He leaves the stockings on.

Naked, he curls around Dameron, head resting on his chest while they both drift, breaths slowly evening.

“Don’t sleep,” Hux says when Dameron’s idle petting along his arm starts to slow, prods him with his toes for emphasis. They don't have much time.

“Just resting my eyes. I’m awake. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

This is something he indulges Dameron on more often, post-fuck cuddles. Hux isn’t tired but resists the urge to get up to have a smoke and shower while Dameron sleeps. It will give him time to decide how he’s going to conceal the gift in his jacket—or if it can be secretly worn instead.

There are always other ways to take advantage when Dameron is nearly asleep, loose-lipped and pliant. He has mixed results with this tactic, but decides to try anyway.

Hux yawns, stretches to make sure Dameron is listening. He wants his question to sound as casual as possible. “Do you know anyone by the name of Kylo Ren?”

“Never heard of him,” Dameron mumbles. It’s automatic and relaxed enough that Hux can't decide if he's telling the truth. Hux will have to push a bit more, unconvinced.

“He claims to be a descendant of Darth Vader.”

“The only living descendants of Darth Vader are his two children. Everyone knows that.”

“The Skywalkers. Yes. And Leia’s son?”

Dameron looks pained, like it’s a subject he’d rather not discuss, and especially not with Hux. That's fine. Hux won’t push his luck on the subject, not when his limbs are heavy with satisfaction and there's a pleasant ache settling into his muscles. It has been nagging at him though, the identity of his masked sometimes-rival. Supreme Leader Snoke’s new apprentice is an irritation to endure, sent to the Finalizer with vague, non-regulation orders and a habit of destroying equipment while terrorizing his crew.

Dameron sighs, keeping his eyes closed. “Ben Solo is dead.”

Hux nods. He’s either lying or doesn’t really know the answer—both are just as likely, Hux decides.

“I thought so.”

It’s clearly not something he’s able to brush off easily, because after a few minutes, Dameron cracks one eye open. “What does he look like—this Kylo Ren?”

“I’ve not actually seen his face. He hides it behind a mask. He’s my height and is humanoid. Among the most powerful force users I’ve come across. He—yields a red lightsaber with a prominent crossguard. Has a temper. A sense of entitlement that rivals his force capability.”

“Huh.” Dameron squeezes Hux’s forearm, frowning up at the ceiling. If Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are connected, this is exactly the kind of information the Resistance might find valuable. Hux regrets not properly thinking through this inquiry, but—maybe it matters little. Corruption by the darkside isn't reversible. Hux doesn't believe in most of it, the sorcery of the Force, but that much? That much remains true.

“Probably, we should forget we had this conversation.”

Even while he’s itching to know more, Hux is unwilling to spoil the moment.

“Yes, I'm inclined to agree.”

While they’re still dressing, Dameron presses the data chip into Hux’s hand, and nudges at the paper covering the gift once again.

“Next time, wear this one under your clothes.”

Hux takes the data chip from his pocket and exchanges it for Dameron’s, sits at the edge of the bed to shrug on his undershirt and pats the top of his head to survey how mussied it is.

“You think there will be a next time?”

Dameron just smiles. Hux loves the shape of his mouth when he smiles, wanting to believe in its sincerity. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to Hux’s forehead, then another to his mouth—soft, unrushed. A promise neither can keep.

If Ben Solo and Kylo Ren are connected and Starkiller’s speed of completion can be increased with the droid prototype—not to mention whatever the Resistance intends to do with the information on Lor San Tekka—this may be the last time. There’s a great shift in the galaxy coming. Hux can feel it, a tipping point both of them welcome in anticipation of reaching very different goals.

They were never meant to exist together in this borrowed interlude between the main events.

Dameron presses one more careful kiss to Hux’s cheek, and Hux slides his hand around Dameron’s neck to hold him there, nuzzles into his face just a moment longer. Hux gently whispers, “I’ll see you soon.”

A reassurance neither can believe.

In this rented lodging in a rundown outpost along the Inner Rim trade routes, there’s nothing left to say between a First Order General and a Resistance Commander—so Hux lets go, and Dameron nods once before turning away.

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[krillin-fanfic]

The Date Night That Wasn’t or: Why You Should Never, Under Any Circumstances, Give Marron Chocolate

OK, full disclosure: This one’s a tad rushed and forced. I mean, I drew a blank on the two prompts for today anyways, I knew I’d struggle with it, but I also had very little free time to get this one out, so I apologize if it’s a tad lackluster. Can’t promise the next two will be on time though, especially the one for the 18th. That one I need to make sure is as good as possible. Hopefully, for now, you can enjoy this. Also yay, you get to meet an OC. See if you can figure out the totally hard-to-get name pun. lol

Thanks again for agreeing to babysit for us tonight, Ritoni.” A large, overly-muscular man in an olive tank top and BDUs saluted in response. “It's my honor, sir! You've taught me so much in my time on the force, this is the least I can do to repay you, sir!” Krillin cringed and adjusted his tie. “Ritoni, I'm your partner, not your superior. You don't have to call me 'sir'...” Rtioni stood, black mullet now being swept by a mysterious wind from nowhere. “Sir, no sir! You saved my life twice. That warrants respect, sir!” “...how even do you do that?” A sharp honk sounded from outside. “Crap, the wife is waitin' for me.” He pulled a sheet of paper out of his back pocket. “OK, here's her nightly schedule. Bedtime is strictly at 8:00, no drinks after 7:30, and no matter what, do not give that girl chocolate.” He handed Ritoni the paper and gripped his hand tightly. “Seriously. Do not. For your sake.” Ritoni scratched his bandanna'd head in confusion as Krillin jogged to the door, stopping to kiss the little blonde girl on the head. “Daddy loves you sweetie. Be a good girl for your sitter, ok?” The little girl giggled and grinned widely. “OK, daddy! Luff you!” “See you two in a couple hours.” he called, shutting the door behind him. The little girl looked up at the giant man who was serving as her babysitter and smiled. “Hi. I'm Marron. 's yer name?” Ritoni loomed over the girl and leaned down slowly, massive square jaw jutting forward. Marron began to back away slowly as a grin slowly forced its way across his face. “WELL MY GOSH, AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING EVE-wait, stop, why are you crying?” The little girl was bawling her eyes out, trying to hide from him. “Oh no! I've frightened the child! Please child, do not fear meeee!” He tossed the list of instructions and fished through his pockets, looking for something to make up for it. “Let's see... combat knife... piano wire... spare clip... another spare clip... aha!” He held out a rectangular object to his small charge. “Here, little Ma'am. Would you like some chocolate?”

18 crossed her arms in the passenger seat on the way home. “I can't believe we got banned from another place. I didn't even do anything wrong.” She shot him a sideways glare. “Unlike someone in here.” Krillin sighed. “Babe, you can't keep threatening people in these places for being 'too friendly'.” She fidgeted with the shoulder strap of her dress. “Yeah well... I noticed you weren't exactly discouraging it either.” “Hon. She was the waitress. It's her job to be friendly.” The light went red and he took a moment to glance over at her, noting she seemed visibly upset. “What's gotten into you lately, anyways. You seem extra jumpy when other ladies show up.” “...because I feel bad, ok?” He cocked his head as she sighed before continuing. “Look, I... I said something rather... mean in the heat of the moment. Back during that tournament. And I-I feel so... bitchy, and bad-I hadn't done that in so long, not to you. And I guess I'm just...” The car moved, and she placed her hand on the steering wheel, covering his. “I'm just worried that you might see all these women, and how nice they are, and... look, I'm possessive. I admit it. And I feel kinda... I don't know...” “Threatened?” She nodded. “Yeah. Not a feeling I ever thought I'd experience. And even thinking that makes me feel guilty, because I basically just never thought of other women wanting you too. You were always just kinda mine, no challengers.” Krillin smiled. “Babe, I still am. But... it's kinda nice to hear you say that,” he chuckled. “But hey, I knew you could be harsh when I asked you to marry me, remember? Heck, the first time I asked if you'd go on a date with me, you actually laughed at me and asked if I was joking. Didn't stop me loving you then, won't stop me loving you now for something that... well, contextually wasn't as bad as that, really.” He pulled the car into the drive and suddenly felt his face yanked to hers for a quick kiss. “...I'm sorry though. For what I said then.” “Already forgiven, hon.” He waggled his brows. “But if that's the apology I get, you should yell at me more often.” He hopped out of the car and trotted around to open her door. “Guess we get to surprise Marron before bed time.” 18 smirked. “I'm sure your partner will be thrilled to be rescued from the terror of your daughter.” He turned the lock and opened the door. “Oh come on, she only ever picks on people she kno-OOOHMYGOD!” The house was trashed. Entire shelves of books emptied onto the floor. A raindow of crayon covered the entirety of the room, mingled with muddy brown handprints. And there, in the middle of the room, was a hog tied Ritoni, a strip of tape across his mouth muffling his cries for help, and a content, smiling Marron sitting perched atop his back. She yawned “Hi, Papa. Mama. I'm getting sleepy.” 18 smiled and picked up their tiny bundle. “Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” His wife and daughter headed to the bathroom, Krillin turned his attention to the hogtied man in the middle of the room. He couldn't resist a chuckle as he carefully peeled the tape off his partner's face. “SIR! You have saved me once again! I am forever in your debt!” Ritoni cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. “She moved so fast! Every time I tried to grab her, she flipped me! Tossed me right into that shelf, sir! I've never seen someone so small be so terrifying!” “Well... I did warn you not to give her chocolate.”

So yeah. Ritoni. When I pictured Krillin ever having a partner, a big Rambo type immediately came to mind, but sorta fused with the personality of Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove. I figured it'd be hilarious to have this big bumbling action hero stereotype next to a far stronger, comparatively TINY man whom he looked up to as his hero. The name only came to me as I was writing.

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Encounter

Okay so... I wrote this when I was feeling down and needed cheering up/ distracting long enough to help me calm down and it worked! I’ve only managed to see the film once and and just over a quarter of the way through the book so I hope I didn’t make Penny too OOC.  Anyway it’s just been sitting in my folders sad and alone. 

Kinda a PennywisexReader  Hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Thanks to @nirvanaisclose for beta reading!

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You ran out of the house. You couldn’t stay trapped there anymore! You were sick of it all. Sick of people hearing you talk but not listening, sick of flaky friends who only sometimes remembered to include you, and when you wanted to choose an activity that would ultimately be cancelled. The only friend who would listen was too far away. You were sick of your family, sick of your so called friends and sick of Derry altogether. There was nothing left for you but broken promises and dead dreams.                You kept walking down the streets, the day grey and miserable but you didn’t care. You barely noticed the wind whipping your hair wildly, the cold rain mixing with your angry tears and soaking you through. You certainly didn’t notice an interested pair of yellow eyes following you, intrigued by the sheer overwhelming power of your mixed hurt, loneliness and anger. Interested in what you might do with this erratic hurricane inside of you, they followed you down the street.                Your hand tightened on the strap of your bag on your back. You’re glad you have brought it with you. Inside your most treasured possession, a sketchbook, half filled with expressions of joy, hurt, anger, even love. You never drew what you saw, just what you felt in strange and creative ways. Usually they had a dark twist to them.                You’re not paying the slightest bit of attention to where you’re going. You don’t notice when you end up walking past the bus station and further on, onto the bridge. The sound of the Kenduskeag waters rushing is drowned out by the wind in your ears. You would have hardly heard it anyway, so lost in your thoughts. You barely realise you bumped into somebody. The shout of offence that you did snaps you back to the real world and you realise what happened.                Maybe it would have been best if you hadn’t have. When you look up, you see an extremely pissed off looking Henry Bowers. Shit. He glares at you, as you wonder what you’ve done. Maybe it was just the audacity of bumping him. Who knows, but you’ve had brushes with him and his gang before.                That was then. Now you frankly couldn’t give a shit. This day just got worse and worse and if being beat up was the climax well wouldn’t that be fitting? Physical scars tended to be sympathised with more than emotional ones after all. Bowers was the last person you would challenge in any way, but you find yourself throwing your bag to the floor and shoving him before he could get a word in. “Go on then!” You scream wildly. Your eyes flashing, a dangerous look on your face. He could kill you. You know that. You don’t care right now. It’s like you’re possessed. You have no control over the shoving, the screaming doesn’t sound like your normal polite voice. You’re egging him on. Just do it! Just end this pathetic existence already! Your mind and actions seem to be screaming.                Nearby, the yellow eyes are focusing more. What a strange human. Oh there was a jolt of fear a few seconds after they bumped into that other human, but the fear was fleeting. More anger. Who reacted to fear in this way? A little head tilt and the eyes continue to watch your performance with even more interest.                Bowers is not impressed by this and soon shakes himself out of the shock. You’re not cowering or running away. Well that only made it easier to teach you a lesson. You’re only petite and with one quick punch, he floors you. You feel the pain on one side of your face, joined moments later by a sharp pain on the other cheek as your face hit the edge of the bridge on the way down. The fire inside you has gone, you realise this was probably the most stupid fucking thing you have ever done. He’s going to fucking kill you. You curl up instinctively, arms over your head to protect it. But, before he can administer another punch, you hear an inhuman noise. You peak through your arms and see Henry Bowers looking behind you and more importantly, looking terrified. He’s gone as white as a sheet and fear seems to have routed him to the spot. Well fuck, if its enough to scare Bowers then this meant your night has somehow gotten worse. What the fuck could it be? A wild animal? You stay perfectly still and watch Henry. When he finally seems to remember he has legs, he turns and runs as fast as possible. Teaching you a lesson would have to wait, it wasn’t worth being murdered by whatever the fuck that was!

               You stay curled up for a good five minutes, not caring that you’re lying in puddle. You need the time to process what happened. Plus you needed to give time for whatever scared Bowers away to leave. It sounded silent now so cautiously you uncurl yourself and sit up. After wiping your face, achieving nothing but mixing mud with the blood on your face you slowly turn around. What you see was certainly not what you were expecting. A clown, standing just a few meters away, holding your bag. The second thing you notice, after the fact he is a clown, is he is incredibly tall. Shakily you stand up and turn to look at him properly, awkwardly brushing the dirt off your jeans. Even standing you have to look up at him like a child. He is staring at you with baby blue eyes. You stare back. No one is saying anything but it is far from silent in your head.  Did he make that horrific noise? Why was there even a clown there? Can he speak English? Is he lost? Why is he holding your bag? Is he going to steal it? Was he on drugs? You can’t pin a thought down. You fall into your default personality around strangers. Polite and quiet enough not to draw attention to yourself. “Th…Thank you.” The stutter in your voice makes you realise you’re shaking. Was it the cold or was it from nerves? Why haven’t you run yet? Why are you thanking him? What if his intention was not to save you, he was just looking for someone to rob? After all he looked pretty fucking strange to you and the way he stared seemed like he was on something. Maybe he needed money for his next fix. “Theres nothing worth stealing in there.” You continue. Then clown tilts his head in the other direction then looks down at the now dirty bag in his hand. “Yeah… I mean if you want useless old art…” You babble aimlessly. Now you’re pretty freaked out. He still hasn’t responded to you. This was the oddest fucking robbery ever. Suddenly the clown is walking towards you, instinctively you back up. He stops.  You stop. “Would you like this back?” He asks. You notice he has a very strange way of speaking. He extends his rather long arm out, offering you the bag back. There was something about how he was staring at you, unblinking. “Uhm… y… yes please.” You take a few steps forward. The clown continues to watch you as you slowly reach out. Your fingers curl around the wet strap, brushing against his gloved hand. Just as you go to pull the bag back and thank the odd stranger, he yanks the bag and you closer. Your eyes widen as you nearly fall headfirst against him. You have to look up as if you’re staring at the sky now as he towers over you. “Interesting human…” He mutters. You can’t do anything but stare back into those almost hypnotic eyes. You don’t notice the only thing keeping you almost pressed against this stranger is your hand still holding onto the bag. He just called you human, implying he was not. By now you’re certain the punch Bowers threw at you knocked you out. That he was slowly killing you and this was a bizarre hallucination, created entirely in your head. One thing you realise, although he is towering over you, his gaze boring down on you like you are prey, you don’t feel frightened. You feel relieved. Whether he intended to or not, this man saved you from what could have been a fatal beating. You relax a little more and give the clown a little smile. Before you can think about what you’re doing and how stupid it was, you’re introducing yourself to this mad stranger. The clown suddenly shakes, almost vibrating and lets out a very strange giggle, at least you think it’s a giggle. “I am Pennywise, the dancing clown.” He introduces with a slight inclination of his head that almost looks like a bow. “And you, intrigue me. I have never seen a human like you before.” You don’t know quite what to make of this. It feels like this is a compliment, a very misguided one. “Thank… you?” You stare at each other for a while again. You’re trying to work out if this is real, what the hell it all meant. Your arm suddenly jerks as Pennywise lets go of the bag. You’re free to go and yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. You suddenly quirk your eyebrow making him jump. “I have to say. I’ve never seen anyone like you before either.” A joke. Your jokes are not funny. Only a friend could appreciate your awful humour. And yet you’re joking with this stranger. A moment passes before Pennywise pulls back a bit and giggles again. I was very easy to talk to him. And yet you still were not sure if this was a good thing. Because despite the saving, the jokes and the giggling there was an uneasy feeling lingering around the two of you.                A cold gust of wind breaks you from your thoughts as you involuntarily shiver. You’re soaked through. Your hair and clothes are stuck to you. You realise storming out of your house on such an evening was a very stupid thing to do. “I uh…  I should be getting home.” You watch as Pennywise flinches a bit. For a moment it seems like he won’t let you. Like he’s going to snatch you up and take you off somewhere you’ll never return from. His lips move a bit like he’s thinking about his next words. You notice drool slipping over his red lips and joining the rainwater on the ground. Oddly that doesn’t disgust you as it usually would. Eventually he seems to make his mind up. “Yes.” He simply agrees, a slight hiss in the s, no doubt due to his bunny teeth. Suddenly he moves one of his hands over to his other wrist and yanks at the cuff of his clown costume. He then picks up your wrist and ties something around it. When he lets it go you see a little bell attached to a thin red thread tied there. You look at it then up at him in utter confusion, but he merely smiles back. Your first thought is you can easily cut it off. Then you realise you don’t want to. Pennywise saved your life, and then gave you a gift. “Thank you.” You repeat for the third time. Another shiver brings you back to the burning need to get home and warm. With a quick see you around you throw the bag onto your back and run off in the direction of home.                Pennywise watches you run until he can’t see you anymore. You’re aware his gaze never once left you until you were out of sight. He stood on that bridge for a while, thinking. Thinking about you. For you were now his human, even if you didn’t realise it yet. You were fascinating, fiery and unpredictable. You interested him far too much for him to just let you go like that. You had been so sad and hurt and that had caused the odd reaction to fear. And despite wanting to feel you fear, he realised he didn’t much like that feeling of hurt that had been radiating off you. It gave him an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He went back to the sewers, still pondering you. You were a huge mystery to him, a human he didn’t look at as simply food. While he didn’t like this feeling, he didn’t exactly hate it. For now, he would keep an eye on you. See if this was a one off or if you really were something special.

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If you got this far, a huge thank you!

[universal-kitty]

I'm going through... Girl issues... So I was wondering how you'd imagine your F/O's would react if they found you upset over your time of the month?

   Y’know, this actually lets me to bring up a fun fact I’ve never really gotten to use before.... The fact that sometimes, I have a headcanon about everything. From what they do/use while showering, what modern clothes a certain older-time-period F/O would wear, and so on... Just little details I think up while going about my own day.

   So! While I haven’t thought of this one actively, it’s definitely something that’s cropped up for me. When things hurt, the only thing you can do is think up an F/O to comfort you, right??

   So! For those who I have icons for, we’re gonna get right into how they start comforting when things get to be too much. Sorted into “knows what they’re doing” down to “has no idea, but is trying their best...”

Abe Sapien: He has no idea what’s going on, at first. This is something he has to study, so the first time it happens, he’s a bit behind on the program.

Come the next time, Abe not only completely knows what to do, but even starts to soothe pain better than what most human doctors could provide.

Hard to figure out how he does it, but honestly, who’s complaining?? He’s a savior to those who deal with cramps and his way with words make it easy to just listen to him and not focus on how gross nature can be.

Kurama: You want a sweet boyfriend who’s going to fuss over you until you feel better?? Look no further than the sweetest redhead, Kurama.

When he was forced to get along with humanity by being reborn, Kurama ended up getting attached to his human mother. So that meant learning about ways in which he could help, especially as she gets older. This meant learning even more than he thought would be necessary, but that’s fine. Bound to be useful someday, right?

Sooner than he thought.

But it’s worth it, in it’s own way. He finds it really fulfilling to help his “mate” with such a problem.

Also likes to pride himself on getting used to it and knowing sometimes before even the other does that, oop, you need this now, right? Here you go~

Mordin Solus: He prides himself a scientist, so when the topic of cramps and bleeding comes up, Mordin immediately wants to learn all about it.

I rank him as “helpful”, but sometimes that’s a bit questionable, to be honest. He’s mostly there for research. He will help with the pain, though. Can’t have that!

“But pain is fascinating. Judging by flow, must be to stimulate it. Get it all out. Remarkable.”

He’s a little gross like that, but still lovable. Besides, he likely ends up learning a lot from that, thus making your own period-experience go a lot better.

Thane Krios: Thane’s been around long enough to know that humans bleeding are a thing. Especially in undesirable places in females. Isn’t that life, though? He usually didn’t pay much attention to it.

But now he’s picking up that past slack, recalling things he’s heard and learning things as he goes to help.

It honestly upsets him a little when his Siha is in pain, but feels better knowing that later, she’ll feel better... This wave of pain just needs to pass.

He’s the most understanding of the ones who “don’t get it, but do their best”, honestly. Thane understands that it’s a messy thing and if things get bloody in the process, it’s alright. It’s natural and he’ll help out however he can.

Toshinori Yagi: He’s bleeding, they’re bleeding... It’s a mess. Everyone in this apartment is bleeding in one way or the other. (But his isn’t supposed to be happening naturally, so... She’s the one better off, hah!)

It’s a little...embarrassing, but he’s happy to help. Especially since most people will now call him out for having a girlfriend and that’s just.... Such a nice thing to be constantly reminded of. He’s got a girlfriend. He’s helping his girlfriend by doing this. Nice.

He fusses a lot for the first one, but by the time a year is out, he’s got everything down pat. Remind him of how much better he’s gotten. Watch him be proud of himself. It’s CUTE.

Godot: Speaking of sweet guys doing their best, here’s a Godot. Not as sweet as the others, maybe, but his bittersweetness is still great to have around. (Okay, I’ll try to chill with those lowkey coffee refs.)

...Actually, there’s not much to say on him. He is a really good boyfriend in that he goes out and buys what his girl needs, no problem. Doesn’t bat a lash at it, aside from asking about what brands she prefers. Oh, and does she want snacks? Probably should get a few of those two.

Most of the comfort snacks will probably involve coffee...and by “probably” I mean most certainly. Coffee is love, coffee is life.

Link: He has no idea what he’s doing, but is he going to do his best?? You betcha!!

(Gonna have to write this one in some kinda...modern AU. Cause do Hylians even bleed? What do they do, then, when it happens?? These are questions unanswered.)

It’s pretty frustrating for him at first; he has no idea what he’s doing and his girlfriend is in pain. If there’s anything this reincarnated hero doesn’t like, it’s people in pain that he can’t help.

It’s why he has to learn from example and then slowly gets the idea of how to make it all work. From working with cravings to what brand and type they like best.

It’s no Ganon, but seeing her smile makes him happy, sO--

Tom: He’s a mild bit surprised when he realizes ‘oh shit, my gf is bleeding and that’s natural’... Cause for some reason, it strikes me that Tom would likely not know a lot about this kinda thing.

He does his best and that’s what counts, though.

Also tries playing his bass sometimes. Anything that might distract from the pain of cramps.

This is coming from the possessed guy, but humans are fucking weird.

Tord: He initially tries to play it off like he doesn’t care...but he does. He goes through multiple stages of emotions before deciding that it must suck to bleed like that....but that’s so cool!!! So hardcore!!!!! Bleeding and pain, hell yeah!! How do you make periods into a Red Army motto?

It’s mostly Paul and Patrick who tend to his S/O more than he does, but... Mm, Red Leader business is happening. He’ll be back whenever he feels like it.

...It’s sooner than you think.

He’s so awkward, but he tries. Mostly cuddles by the way of him flopping on top first, and then rolling over when complaints are being muttered into his hoodie.

He actually surrenders it sometimes??? A real treat, coming from him. And it’s always the one he’s been wearing up until that point, so.... Perfect.

Captor Family: I’m gonna use Psii as a placeholder, cause... Honestly, the fam as a whole would more or less treat their S/O the same way, SO..... Yeah.

They’re all confused. Human girls bleed?? Why??? Trolls don’t. Why would humans? What... What?? Makes no sense. Something must’ve gotten lost in translation.

Sollux acts like he doesn’t care (much like Tord), but also will still shove things onto them that they don’t know how HE knows.... Either he snoops or he’s been spying again. ...Letting him off the hook this time...

Mituna does his best. It’s mostly getting things for you, while collabing on snacks, and then he contributes by trying to make you laugh and feel better. It’s...nice. He’s a sweetie~

Psiioniic is the biggest adult of the trio, in the sense that he does what needs to be done and without any of Sollux’s tsuntsun attitude. Is it still a little embarrassing for him? Yes. Does he do it anyways? Of course! Also, being cradled in psionics is a 10/10 experience. Super comforting and also a little tingly.

Sidon: One of the most baffled of this group, Sidon is also the most concerned when his beloved admits to bleeding from time to time. That does not sound good! Do they need a medic...?

Being natural is even harder for him to accept, but he does... Still worries him, though. (He later files it under “More Reasons Why My Beloved is Amazing” and starts using it as another excuse to sing praises, but.... Who’s complaining to that....?)

He does what he can to make things more comfortable. If it’s in his power to do (and usually, it is), then he’ll do it!! (Or ask Link for help, if it’s something harder for him to do alone. Surely the Gerudo could help more??)

Pain will lessen with Zorae doctors on the case and you’ll never feel too bad when Sidon reminds you of how amazing you are.

....Someone please get me a real-life Sidon, I need a do-gooder fish guy in my life--

And to represent the vampires of DiaLovers as a whole... Kanato icon. Cause honestly, if you ever wanted to watch a group of guys usually end up enept because of a monthly thing, welcome to the Sakamaki/Mukami/Tsukinami households.

Kanato is often the worst of them. The scent of blood makes him want to drink, but that kind is bad...and for the moment, he does recognize that he can’t have his fill because of the current situation. It makes him mad and fussy.

He only finds his peace when sitting in the gardens. Keeping them just far enough that he see, but not smell, and singing to himself softly. That’s much better for him.

Kou Mukami also gets pouty, but handles it a lot better. He also actually knows how to help with such issues, which is a relief.

Azusa Mukami is...less talented than Kou, but that’s often why he’ll go to the other for help and advice. He sorta thinks bleeding like that is neat, but... Mm. Also not entirely interested. It’s a confusing thing for him, really.

Carla Tsukinami is the worst of the group... Second only to Kanato, maybe. Gets huffy with the scent of blood in the air, prone to angry fits, and doesn’t know how to help. So it’s bad for awhile. Gotta point him in the right direction and then he’ll start cooling off...

Yeah, that’s the trick, here. Once he feels helpful, then he relaxes. Like.... Jinkies, Carla, calm down. It’s not the end of the world, yanno.