#anyway fun fact the kitchen is based on a kitchen i partied in A LOT at uni

[sloedancing]

lacuna: part one

[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

OMITB S4:E1 "Once Upon a Time in the West" Recap

The show is finally back! We no longer have to deal with Tobin, Loretta is back, and we've got a star studded cast of guest stars. I can't wait to see what's in store for this season. I'm bummed we only get one episode to kick off the season instead of two but I'm hopeful that means there's going to be a lot of twists, drama, and etc to get through in due time. Time to dive into the first episode.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Our favorite trio is recording their final episode of their newest season on Ben Glenroy when the power briefly goes out. To celebrate the end of yet another season they decide to go to Charles' place for a nightcap and Charles remembers Sazz never came back. On the way to the apartment Oliver mentions a cold case and I can't help but wonder if this is foreshadowing for next season 👀 Anyways they go into Charles' apartment and find the wine but there's no body!

Mabel being the clever woman she is spots blood spatter on the stove but I don't think she realizes yet what it is. Or does she and assumes it was a cooking accident? As the camera zooms out we realize that the trio has yet to notice the gunshot hole in the kitchen window. The fact that the body is missing is such an interesting concept because how do you solve a murder with no body or proof just the window and the stove if that?

And they don't even know it's a murder because whoever killed Sazz and haphazardly cleaned up the scene texted Charles the next day impersonating her and stating that she had to go be a double for Bakula in LA. So I think it's safe to assume the killer is one of the new characters in LA. Speaking of LA, a mysterious Bev Melon who has kept contacting the trio has invited them to come visit because Paramount wants to make a movie based off of their podcast. How convenient that "Sazz" is in LA and now the trio is as well. I'll be confused though if that whistling keeps happening to Charles even across the country.

When they get to LA and meet Bev, she's disrespectful as hell when describing their personalities. Oliver is the one she wants to strangle or hug, Charles is the un-fun uncle with a turtle face, and Mabel is a millennial with no job, no house, and basically a failure. Charles leaning across the table to give his folded note was hilarious, especially when Oliver tried to help him up only for the number to say 4 🤣 While it rolls off Charles and Oliver's backs, Mabel is offended and rightfully so. It's only one episode so far but Selena is doing a great job at showing this side of Mabel. You can really see her shrink into herself and that she's less confident than she was in the previous seasons.

Because Mabel doesn't yet want to sign away her life rights, there's a party that evening which will give her a chance to reconsider. But before then, you know the cast has to explore LA. Driven by Charles' old chauffeur in his limo, we see the trio standing in the sunroof while driving down a street lined with palm trees, In-N-Out Burger food and drinks in hand. Side note: I miss In In-N-Out Burger so bad. Their animal style fries are my favorite! But I digress.

Charles mentions that Sazz's apartment is located in one of the places on the tour so they make a detour to see if she's home. There is a stack of unopened mail and packages outside her door which is odd considering the text message said that she was in LA. How can she be in the city but her house deserted? Thankfully Charles picks up on this but tries his best not to worry and be fun to prove he's not the unfunny uncle.

The party is as awkward as you'd expect but with some fun moments. Loretta shows up and she and Oliver talk about their future and if Oliver will move to LA to be with her. It's a complex decision that I don't expect to be answered anytime soon. Charles is still worried about Sazz and Mabel just looks like she doesn't even want to be there.

We discover the actors playing the trio are Eugene Levy, Eva Longoria, and Zach Galifianakis. None of the trio vibe with their counterparts. Eva tries too hard to be young and hip with Mabel, Zach is rude and dismissive to Oliver, and Eugene bores Charles with his impressions. Plus again, the Sazz disappearance is concerning. Seeing someone in a hat and trench coat, Charles follows them and the person is revealed to be Bakula. When asked about the body double work, Bakula reveals that Sazz never showed. Now the warning signs are fully going off in Charles' head. But wait! Things get even more weird because Charles gets a call from Lester that they couldn't get the window changed out that day. The same window that no one has noticed has a whole bullet hole through it. So that's where the whistling came from.

Howard got a new dog named Gravy because he can no longer adopt cats from the shelter and this is an interesting development because Gravy used to be a working dog. We don't know what job but I assume some sort of police work because when Gravy entered the middle of the kitchen where Sazz's body was she would not stop howling. So either a cadaver dog or maybe one used to sniff out certain substances? The killer could have messed with something in Charles' apartment that is causing that ringing that he's experiencing. We'll find out soon enough by episode 9 or 10. Ok it turns out that we won't have to wait because it's not Gravy it's Gravey because she is in fact a cadaver dog! I was right!

When the trio returns to New York, Howard brings over Gravey who searches the apartment and follows the trail up to the incinerator that was labeled out of order. When they go into the incinerator room and check what was recently incinerated all they find in the ashes is the replacement joints that Sazz received in Bulgaria. And the fake Sazz finally drops the act and texts back "Not your fucking friend" meaning we're dealing with a cold killer and one with a grudge against Charles for whatever reason.

I think this is honestly the saddest death in the series because this is someone that they all knew and was a good friend to Charles. He knew something was wrong just not what, and now his fears have been confirmed in the worst way. Not only did they kill her but they incinerated her too which is just so cruel to me that they'd dispose of her like that. It also makes me wonder what she had on her body that they didn't want to be discovered because a note can be thrown away but another thing such as a birthmark or tattoo can not. All I can say is that Charles is a very good friend for not only worrying about Sazz but going out of his way to find out where she went and I'm sorry for his loss. He'll be devastated when he realizes he was the target.

They really came out swinging with this first episode and I really hope they keep the momentum going because if so, it's shaping up to be the best season yet.

[scullysexual]

Spooky Mulder's UFO Club.

After losing a bet, Scully is forced to join Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club. (actually it’s called The Study of Unexplained Phenomena Project, and it’s a class not a club, but whatever) Ridiculed throughout the school by students and staff alike, Scully wants to get it over with as soon as she can and come “back down to earth” when a class trip up to Alaska, to do their own investigations into the mysterious deaths of four hikers, finds them stranded with an unknown virus wreaking havoc and a woods that becomes its own entity at night, Scully realises this dumb little class packs a lot more horror than she bargained for.

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Based on the Dyatlav Pass Incident, this is an idea that me and one of my friends have had for a while. While this is solely written by myself, I do have her to thank for the idea to turn it into a fic.

Despite having four chapters already written I'm not sure if I'll ever post the rest. If you'd like to see more in the future then please do let me know as that will contribute a lot in my decision.

This fic is a high school au (because I cannot write a normal case file to save my life) It features an Ethan/Scully ship and has brief mentions of bi-polar disorder. I also know nothing about American school or America in general. This is unbetaed but so much fun to write.

@today-in-fic

Why she had agreed to come here, she has no idea. It wasn’t like her presence would be missed if her current situation was anything to go by: stood in the corner of the kitchen, drinking subpar alcohol that tasted more like piss than the fruity cocktail it was supposed to resemble, and being ignored by virtually everyone around her. She should leave, could leave, nobody would stop her…except she didn’t have a car to drive herself home in. Dana rolls her eyes, the anger shimmering in her chest as she revisits the argument she’d only just had with her father before she’d left for the party. Ultimately, he didn’t think she needed one, she had him, her mother, and even BJ to drive her wherever she needed. Dana knew that in actual fact it was so she’d stay under his thumb, know where she was, and more importantly, who she was with. With her own car, she’d be free to go when she liked and her father had made that mistake with her sister: On her seventeenth birthday Melissa had been gifted a car and a year later she’d used it to drive herself down to California to be with her girlfriend without a word said to anyone. How Dana wished her sister had taken her with her.

The worse part of it all, she knew how to drive but after Melissa’s escape it was Dana who had suffered the consequences. Even sharing with BJ was out of the question after a Manic Missy episode had left BJ’s car busted in a ditch. It had been the funds for Dana’s car that had brought BJ his new one. Instead, she relied on Ethan to ferry her around, something she knew he hated.

In fact, Ethan was why she was here, begging her to come to this party because Marcus only turns 18 once and it’s gonna be wild. She had things to do- a Biology test to study for on Monday, and maybe, just maybe, she wanted to take some time out for herself. But Ethan had begged and nagged and perhaps muttered something about having an uncool girlfriend and no, normally she wouldn’t let a comment like that bother her but it had been Ethan who’d said it and Ethan was the one currently keeping her higher up on the high school pecking order than a geeky, ginger, and glasses-wearing girl should be. And so she had caved in, gone to this party at the behest of Ethan only to be ditched within the hour. Where the hell was he anyway?

She finds him in the living room, sat amongst his friends as they try to play beer pong and fail miserably.

“Hey Danes,” Ethan greets when he sees her. “Where’re you been this whole time?”

“Kitchen,” Dana responds and doesn’t elaborate. “Can I talk to you?”

Ethan stares at her when she says no more and fortunately gets the hint.

“Sure,” he says, standing up, wobbling a bit as he does so. He makes an effort to laugh at himself and some of his friends let out a light chuckle as he slowly manoeuvres himself around the furniture, coming towards her.

“Sup?” he asks, leaning against the wall for what Dana assumes is balance. He’s so close to her Dana can smell the same pissy drink she was drinking earlier and takes a step back in disgust.

“I want to go home,” she says plainly.

Ethan chuckles lightly. “Dana, I…” he lets out a huff of air. “I don’t think I can take you home.”

Her stomach drops as she looks at him, eyes glazed over and a stupid grin on his face. Ethan was her only ride home.

“Maybe you could ask someone els3?” Dana scoffs. “Or…or stay. Plenty of people are staying, camp out in a spare room with the girls or something…”

She doesn’t remind him of how little she knows anyone here. “It’s fine,” she says instead. “I’’ll…I’ll just walk it.”

“Dana, I can’t let you walk it.”

“Then I’ll call my dad.”

“He doesn’t know you’re here, remember.”

She stares at him for a moment.

“Could you not sober up?” she asks in a quiet voice.

“Dana…the party’s just started.”

She nods. Got it. No ride home from Ethan tonight.

“Ring this house when you get home, okay?” He starts heading back towards his friends. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t even have-“ But Ethan is gone, back to his beer pong game. “Marcus’ number…” Dana finishes. She watches him one last moment, completely ignoring her as he laughs and plays and takes another gulp of his drink, then she stalks through the crowd and out the front door.

The garden is mostly empty. With the main birthday party happening in the basement and the curtains drawn, no one would be any wiser to a bunch of high schoolers getting drunk inside. Dana sits down on a bench overlooking Marcus’ mini golf course A few stoners and those also unwanted loiter around but they ignore her as much as she ignores them. The only thing on her mind was how was she getting home.

“Marcus would be the prick to have a golf course, wouldn’t he?”

Dana turns around to the source of the voice. There stands a boy she actually recognises; tall, brown hair, sporty. The type of boy every girl (and maybe boy) would whisper about, want, a trophy boyfriend that would get them high place on the pecking order…if only he wasn’t so low himself. His reputation destroys any hope of being popular, of being wanted by any of the significant girls, so much so that Phoebe Green refuses to acknowledge a relationship between the two ever even happened. He is Spooky Mulder to pretty much everyone, a disgrace to the science world of their school, and a joke to everyone else. The sweatshirt he always wears bearing the letters TS0UP is the cause of that damning reputation.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Dana regards him cooly. “I know who you are, Mulder.”

He smiles at that, a smile that would make any girl weak at the knees, but Dana stands strong, watching him with the caution of watching a bear (or a Big Foot, the creature popping into her mind but she banishes that again. What did Big Foot look like anyway?)

They shared a Psychology class together. Dana only took it because she was taking pretty much every other science, may as well tack psychology onto the list as well. Mulder, however, seemed to generally enjoy it, always listening, always doing well in tests. It was his participation that dragged his grades down, though, he never spoke, just listened. Anywhere else and that would have been endearing.

There was another time they’d met each other, however. 6th grade Geography were they had been paired together for a project. There topic was Bashful Peak in Alaska and they had spent weeks building a model of the mountain- weekends and after school spent at Mulder’s house creating it was a very fond memory Dana still had. They had done a presentation on it as well, both received an A+ for their work.

They hadn’t spoken to each other much after that, only a brief smile in the halls. When they got to high school, Dana climbed the ladder as Mulder fell, and they stopped acknowledging each other all together.

“I’m just wondering why you’re here,” Dana questions as kindly as she can. He went to less parties than she did.

Mulder shrugs. “Wanted to see what all the fuss was about, I didn’t get in the front door, though. You, however…” He cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t realise you were best friends with Marcus Shelby.”

At that she can’t help but smile.

“I’m not. Ethan…” She tries to find the words to describe. “Marcus knows of Ethan so…”

“So you got invited as a plus one. But you’re not in there, you’re out here.”

“I’m trying…I want to go home…Ethan…is- was- my ride back and…” She didn’t want to explain to a stranger that she doesn’t have a car.

“But Ethan is passed out somewhere?” Dana doesn’t say otherwise. “I’ll tell you what…” Mulder makes his way into the golf course and grabs hold of a club while still holding his drink in his other hand and holds it out for her. “Get the ball over the fence and beyond the wall, you got yourself a free ride”

Dana eyes the club and the wall nervously. “And if I don’t get it over I lose my ride?”

Mulder smiles. “I’ll still drive you-“ Relief spreads through her. “But…If I get it over you join T-soup.”

The relief vanishes. Her face drops as she eyes up his sweatshirt. Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club is a joke. No self-respecting person would ever go near it and what made it worse was it was, in fact, a class and not a club, a complete waste of school resources. He had to be kidding.

“Why?” she asks.

“Why…?”

“Why do you want me to join?”

Mulder shrugs. “I guess we could use more people who think like you. Makes it interesting.”

“No.” she outright says.

Mulder grins, undeterred. “You better hope I miss then.” He shakes the club in his hand but before Dana can grab it he pulls it back. “Just one more question. You’re not drunk, are you? I wouldn’t want you to be at a disadvantage.”

“I’m not. Are you?”

“Not a drop,” he answers.

Dana regards him. “You’re drinking,” she says, nodding to his cup.

“Orange juice.”

She doesn’t believe him.

“Try it if you don’t believe me.”

She takes the cup from his offered hand, drinking a small sip. It was orange juice. Only orange juice. She hands it back to him.

“Give me the club then.”

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if she got the ball over the wall, she was getting her part of the deal regardless. She only starts to worry when it’s Mulder’s turn. He places the ball down, lines the club up with it as perfect as he believes it is and hits it. The ball soars over the fence, pass where Dana’s landed, all the way over to the wall.

Her heart sinks as Mulder smiles at her, unable to hide his joy.

“I’ll order you a T-soup sweatshirt as soon as possible.”

This was going to be the end of her.

[sadistic-softie]

Absolutely wild quotes from last night's dream recorded in my dream journal because the dream version of me and the people in my dreams are incredibly unhinged.

"In a big fashion/beauty product store-There was a mannequin in the more open section that they excitedly told me had a special feature. You could look up her skirt. I asked if it had genitals and they said yes, she had very detailed genitals."

"I said “aren't we going the wrong way?” to which the lady rolled her eyes and responded by saying a bunch of things that I couldn't really hear or make out because she was talking so fast, but I noticed that what she had said was written on her light pink shirt in small white text for no reason, so I was trying to stand in front of her to read it and ask her to repeat herself"..."This made her really uncomfortable and I was getting frustrated to the point where I eventually lied and said I was deaf and had an automatic subtitle generator installed into my eyes that would tell me what people were saying, but that it was slow, so I was struggling to understand her. She stopped feeling uncomfortable and started to treat me like a child instead, but didn't repeat herself"

"I had noticed a bug peeking out of the checkout counter and got excited because I like bugs, to which the lady that was guiding me around and the lady who was standing around at the tech area made jokes about me, assuming I was autistic (I'm not autistic in my dreams or in real life), infantilizing me, and laughing at me. I ignored them because I hated them and I was too busy playing with the bug anyways"

"got bored and headed back to the fashion area. And they were working on the mannequin. I started to yell at them, covering the genitals so I don't see, and saying it better look good because I don't wanna see it being worked on, but rather i wanna be able to look at it under the skirt. I quickly changed my mind and looked at it. It was in very low detail, which pissed me off."

"it is heavily implied that I was half naked for the whole entire dream and didn't notice, nor did anyone point it out"

"They laughed about how I was gay, and told me I need to try fucking my college roommate and trying on her clothing, to which I had no idea who they were referring to, because I didn't go to college"

Here's some from another dream I had a few days before:

"In the back area of this, is the kitchen with chefs and storage maintenance staff very much struggling. Food storage conditions are hideous. Staff are knocking things over, spilling food all over the floor and putting it back, and fucking everything up. Gordon Ramsey would have fainted."

"The bar top is dirty and despite the smug staff with their guise of luxury and elegance, nobody else is at the restaurant besides me and whoever I bring because it, in universe, sucks."

"there's another building at the head of the table, but it's an outline because it was demolished. Used to be a pizza place but it sucked harder than the fancy place."

"Had a little group there in the pizza place. I think my mind based them off the cast from one of the Saw movies I watched and decided to make me their friend. I was fucking around making fun of the place. One person in the group asked me something and I answered, to which they responded that it's impossible for  me to lie, also implying that I'm some sort of magical type of honest, to which I responded “I don't understand? What do you mean? I just started a simple fact.” "

"and proceeded to make fun of it all by being way too brutally honest to the staff, saying in these exact words, “well, i need to go home so i can piss and jerk off” to which the staff smiled and responded “there’s bathrooms here" and pointed to the bathrooms. i grinned and said “here? I can do all that here? Ooooooh~” and started running my hands all over their big fancy display screen saying “i can do a lot here! That makes me want to stay!”

"this place sucks and the pizza sucks. I only come for the party and because the building looks amazing, which is unfortunate because nobody ever comes here”

"This dream seems to also subtly hint in my dream subconscious that I have a penis"

"i remember saying something along the lines of the following while unzipping the parachute device slowly while we were in grave danger because it was being difficult but eventually did open: “sometimes, in a dream, you need to do things slowly to get what you want…because if you rush, you fuck it up and you die” it wasn't those exact words, but i remember it was something like that. He looked extremely confused and concerned in response"

[squidthechaotickid]

glad you showed interest bc I am about to go OFF hold on-

k so basically. It's what it says. Everyone lives in one house. Why? Doesn't matter they're all there and they are this close to murdering each other over the GODDAMNED dishes that SOMEONE keeps leaving in the sink

ANYWAY. I have a list on my notes app listing how everyone is as a roommate but bc it's very long I'm going to shorten it here. Also at the bottom are just other random facts :]

Mk: decent roommate, forgets to finish chores sometimes but mostly is alright. His room is fairly messy but it's definitely not the worst in the house

Mei: Will steal unlabeled food in the fridge. She's a Twitch Streamer and everyone has been a guest on stream at least once. There's like a whole side au abt her Twitch streaming hijinks but that's a separate rant

Tang: never does chores, probably steals snacks, hosts DnD campaigns in the basement with the others

Pigsy: Ends out paying for most the damages to the house bc he's the only one with a decent job, (besides Mk) cooks dinner a lot but will make others do it if he's tired

Sandy: Perfect roommate. Cleans, bakes for everyone sometimes, has his cats but they never leave a mess bc he always cleans cat hair b4 it can become a problem. Always offers impromptu therapy sessions with the cats and has tried to convince everyone to get therapy

Red Son: banned from cooking dinner bc only his parents can deal with his spice level. Every room in the house has at least 3 fire extinguishers bc of him

Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King: Share a room bc marriage. Are pretty chill but will complain abt anything. If you left a single crumb in the kitchen after a snack at 3 am? Prepare to get a lecture.

Wukong: TERRIBLE ROOMMATE. Never cleans and his room is a hazard zone. Go in there and you WILL get trapped in some weird artifact. Also he has a full peach tree in there, somehow.

Macaque: Officially he doesnt live there and just visits a lot, but he actually lives in the closet without anyone's knowledge. Bails Bai He out of chores a lot.

Bai He: Only kid in the house, everyone alternates taking her to school. Macaque takes her out to do fun stuff a lot, especially when she has chores

Yin and Jin: exist only to cause chaos. They prank everyone all the time and are forced to clean up the mess every time. Share a room even though there's more spare bedrooms.

Spider queen: is a pretty chill roommate. Does chores and mostly keeps to herself. Keeps the other spider people from killing

The mayor: no one knows he's there. Shows up at three am in the corner of your vision. By the time you blink, he's gone. Mostly chill tho he cleans up sometimes. The only person he talks to is Bai He bc of her pervious connection to lbd. They have tea parties together :]

Lady Bone Demon: Tied up in the basement. She gets fed sometimes and her mouth gets taped shut when Tang is doing his DnD campaigns.

Random stuff:

Mei is like, a really popular twitch Streamer, so obviously everyone is happy to play with her on stream sometimes, except wukong bc stage fright. The one time he was on stream he was very awkward and kept suggesting that he cut his head off/disembowel himself bc "It was entertaining that one time, won't it be fun again haha?" He hasn't been invited back since (even tho chat very much wanted him to do that. They still reference it and ask "decapitation stream when??"

Theres a whole fan base dedicated to wukong, ofc, and they are obsessed with Mei's streams bc sometimes he shows up in the background of her streams. There's a lot of insane conspiracy abt him based on random things that get brought up on Mei's streams. Sometimes she straight up lies for the fun of it, just to see what people come up with.

Pigsy is so tired of paying to replace walls.

Sandy has everyone's favorite teas memorized and has a storage of them in his room, just in case.

Wukong read and writes rpf of himself on ao3. He had the top rated shadowpeach fic on there. Also has a shadowpeach themed Tumblr.

Macaque also has a Tumblr but it's dedicated to hating wukong.

This happens sometime post s3 but pre s4 (don't ask why spider queen is there shhhh) but post s4 Peng also ends up in the basement

Tang is great at disappearing so no one finds him when chores are being distributed.

If spider queens new eyeliner disappears ONE MORE TIME she will kill. (Looking at Wukong. He has a record of stealing things)

Ne Zha is there but he only ever visits. He's like the cool uncle who brings gifts everytime he comes over

The monkeys from flower fruit mountain live there also. They cause chaos but it kinda just blends in with everything else going on

Im going to write a fic I swear

I got a whole Everyone-Lives-in-the-same-house lego monkie kid au plotted in my head, if anyone wants me to go insane abt it rq

[babyharleezy]

Nah cause now I want a fic based of the walk-in talkie shit 💀😭 with jack

jack and urban as roommates

(platonic jack harlow x urban wyatt x reader)

bloo's notes: okay so this is based off of the fact that jack and urban bought walkie talkies so they could communicate with each other instead of walking to each other's rooms. not sure how i feel about this one. anyway here's the link.

tag list: @creme-delacreme @blackenedsunflowers @creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @wittyjasontodd @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

"y'all are so fucking lazy" you scoffed at the two kentuckians standing in front of you. they were currently opening a box that consisted of three walkie talkies. "we got you one too" urban said excitedly. "why the hell would i need one when i have legs, so i can walk into your room at any given moment?" you question. "oh come on y/n stop being a party pooper" jack says as he rolls his eyes. urban hands you a walkie talkie and you snatch it out of his hands and tell them that you're going to take a nap.

a few hours passed by and the house was quiet...too quiet for your liking. you decided to get out of bed and go see what the boys were up to. before you could even get out of bed you heard the walkie talkie go off. jack's voice filled your room. "y/n i'm hungry" he whined. you picked up the walkie talkie, "okay what would you like me to do about it jackman" you sassed. "yooo i'm hungry too" urban yelled through the walkie talkie. "whatever, meet me in the kitchen in 5 seconds" you said before running downstairs. y'all ended up making french toast, well you made french toast because god knows these boys can't cook for shit.

the walkie talkie's actually came in handy and they were used on a regular basis. one night you were going downstairs to grab some water when you came across a spider. you immediately froze. you couldn't walk through the door because the spider was blocking your way and you were terrified of spiders. you slowly reached for the walkie talkie that was laying on your bed. "guys, we have a problem" you whispered. immediately jack responded, "what's wrong?" "spider" you breathed out. "urb that's all you man, i killed the last spider for her" jack said as he let out a soft chuckle. "alright i'm on my way y/n don't worry" urban groaned as he made his way to your bedroom to squash the bug. "thanks urb" you said, bringing him into a hug.

later in the night, jack used to walkie talkie to yell at urban. "urban, wake your ass up. why the hell are you snoring so loud". urban was a heavy sleeper and snored almost every night. you got used to it but jack didn't. you had woken to the sound of jack's voice, but urban didn't. "urban, man wake up bro. stop snoring so loud. people are trying to sleep too" jack said again. "huh, i'm not snoring" urban responded, in a groggy voice. "shut the fuck up" you grumbled into the walkie talkie. "okay grumpy damn" the boys said in unison. "huh, weren't you the one just- you know what forget it. good night" you managed to say before falling into a deep slumber once again.

the walkie talkie's ended up being lots of fun and very useful. 10/10 recommend.

[geekfanficwriter]

Slumber Party- Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your parent’s go away for a weekend you finally get some alone time with your girlfriend Robin. Based on this request: How about needy and submissive Robin? With a dominant female reader? (And mommy kink?👀) Words: Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), Dom!Reader, Sub!Robin, teasing, mommy kink, fingering, oral, strap-on use, lots of dirty talk

‘Are you sure you’ll be okay?’ Your mom asked you. It was your parents' anniversary this week and your dad had surprised your mom with a weekend away, meaning you’d be alone for the next few days. ‘Yes, mom, I’ll be fine. I’ll just do homework or something.’ You lied. You had no homework this weekend but your parents didn’t need to know that. ‘Okay, well stay safe and make sure you take care of yourself. I’ve left money in the kitchen for some food.’ She fussed, pulling you into a hug. ‘Will do. Have fun on your trip.’ You said as your dad opened the front door. You said your goodbyes to your parents, your mom panicking slightly, despite the fact you would be moving out in a few months to go to college anyway. You stood by the door, waiting until you heard their car pull out of the drive and away before practically running to the phone and dialling the number for Family Video. ‘Hello, this is Family Video. How can I help you?’ Steve asked, picking up the phone after a few rings. You could tell he was bored from the sound of his voice. ‘Hi Steve, is Robin there?’ You asked him as he let out a loud sigh at your question. ‘You know we're not meant to take personal calls at work right?’ ‘Oh please, I know you do it all the time, now put Robin on the phone.’ You heard some yelling and shuffling on the other end of the phone before a voice came through. ‘Hi, it’s Robin.’ You heard her speak. ‘Hello, I was wondering if you had a copy of Deep Throat in the adult section?’ You joked. ‘Hilarious, Y/N. Did you call me just to make a joke?’ She replied deadpan. ‘No, I had something important to tell you. And don’t pretend you’re not happy to hear my voice, baby girl.’ You smiled, twirling the phone cord around your finger. ‘I’m not admitting to anything. What do you have to tell me?’ You could tell from her voice she was smiling. ‘So my dad just surprised my mom with a weekend away, meaning I have the place to myself. Please tell me you’re free this weekend because I want you to stay over.’ You begged. It had been so long since you’d had some alone time with your girlfriend and sneaking off for quickies in the back of Family Video or your car wasn’t cutting it anymore. ‘Well lucky for you, tomorrow is my day off so I guess I could come over tonight.’ ‘Yes, I’ll pick you up from work. You finish at 8 tonight right?’ ‘Yeah, 8. I’ll see you then.’ ‘See you then. Love you, baby.’ You hung up the phone, not waiting for a response as you knew Robin wouldn’t tell you that she loved you while in a public place. You ran upstairs, jumping in the shower and cleaning yourself up, making sure you were ready for tonight. Once you were finished with the shower, you walked through to your room, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. It was only 6 so you had plenty of time to get ready, though you would have to leave early so you could go to the store first to get food for the two of you. You walked over to your drawers, digging through them until you found what you were looking for. It was a new pair of lingerie you had bought a few weeks earlier but hadn’t had a chance to wear. It was a dark green set, a colour which Robin loved on you, all lacy and practically see-through. You knew you looked good in the set and you couldn’t wait for Robin to see you in them. You put on a pair of jeans and a shirt over the top, not wanting to give anything away, before sitting down at your vanity, doing simple makeup to highlight your features. You couldn’t wait for tonight.

You walked into Family Video at 7:45, smiling as you saw your girlfriend standing behind the counter. Robin’s face lit up when she saw you walk in, waving you over. ‘Hey, how’s work going?’ You leaned against the counter, wanting to lean over and kiss Robin but you couldn’t because of the other customers in the store. ‘Busy, it is a Friday night.’ Robin said as a customer came over to check out a film. You stepped out of the way, going to look for a movie to watch tonight. You looked around before your eyes settled on Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. You didn’t even know it was out on film yet. You picked it up and walked over to the counter placing it down in front of your girlfriend. ‘Chose a movie for tonight.’ You grinned at her as she groaned. ‘No, I don’t want to watch this. Can’t we watch a drama or a comedy?’ She asked picking up the film. ‘You picked the film last time we hung out and it was in Italian with no subtitles so I had no idea what was going on. It’s my turn to pick. Plus you wouldn’t come to see this with me in the theatres so I haven’t seen it yet.’ You pointed out. ‘Fine.’ She said, scanning the film for you. ‘Oh, I’ve picked up food and stuff for tonight so we’re good on that front.’ Just at that moment, Steve walked out from the back. ‘Hey, you know we don’t finish for another 5 minutes, right?’ He asked, putting returned movies back on the shelf. ‘Yeah, but I had to pick up a movie anyway.’ ‘Well don’t go in the back room, I don’t want to walk in on you two ever again.’ Robin started blushing at his words, while you laughed. ‘5 minutes isn’t nearly enough time. If you think it is I feel sorry for Heidi, Jessica, Sarah. Who are you seeing right now?’ You said trying to remember who was the last person Steve was dating. ‘Casey, actually and I’ll have you know I’m great in bed.’ You made a grossed-out face at his words. ‘Ew, I don’t want to know.’ You turned to Robin and mouthed Is Casey new? To which she nodded. ‘Robin could you actually help me rather than staring at your girlfriend?’ Steve asked. ‘Go help, I’ll wait out in the car.’ You said blowing a kiss to Robin as you walked out.

Once Robin finished work, she climbed into your car and the two of you drove home. The second the two of you entered your house, you pushed Robin up against the wall, dropping the plastic bag you were holding and pressing your lips against hers roughly. You gripped her hips roughly as you slid your tongue in her mouth while Robin wrapped her arms around your neck. ‘I missed you.’ You mumbled, pulling away from her lips slightly. ‘You’ve been with me for the last half an hour.’ She laughed. ‘Yeah, but I missed you like this.’ You pressed your lips against hers again. ‘As much as I want to babe, I’m absolutely starving.’ You sighed, pulling away and picking up the bag of food, taking it through to the kitchen. ‘Fine, food and then the movie.’

‘Robin stop squirming.’ You were currently on the couch your legs outstretched and your back against the armrest. Robin was lying between your legs, her head pressed up against your chest, you had your arms wrapped around her waist, her hands out on top of yours. You two had finished your pizza a while ago and half-empty bags of various snacks were lying all over the table. You were about halfway through the movie and you could tell from Robin’s squirming that she was getting antsy. ‘Sorry.’ She pouted. She sat still for a few minutes before turning her head slightly and pressing a kiss to your clothed breast. You immediately moved your hand up and grabbed her chin, turning her head back to the tv. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie, baby girl.’ You told her. You knew that she was horny so you decided to tease her. You moved your hand under her shirt, slowly moving it up, stopping right below her breast. You kept your eyes on the screen as you started rubbing small circles on her stomach, you started moving your hand down, continuing to rub circles as you did so. You could hear her letting out tiny whimpers which only encouraged you. You continued to lower your hand until you reached just above her trousers. You kept rubbing circles, feeling her stomach spasm beneath your hand. You stopped moving your hand, keeping it still as she started rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure between her legs. ‘Focus on the movie, baby.’ You whispered in her ear. ‘I’m wearing something really special under my clothes for you, baby girl.’ You added on, making her groan. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face, you loved teasing her and making her beg for you. You decided to take your teasing a bit further, sliding your hand into her underwear and placing your hand over her slit, keeping it completely still. You could feel how wet she was against your hand, it made you excited to see how turned on she was with only the smallest of touches. ‘Please.’ She whined out grinding up against your hand. ‘What do you want?’ You asked, leaning forward and nipping her earlobe. ‘Please, touch me, mommy.’ You had to suppress a moan at her words. You loved when she called you that, but you weren’t done teasing. You rubbed your hand around her hole, getting your fingers wet, you then rubbed her clit a few times before pulling your hand out of her underwear. She threw her head back on your shoulder letting out a loud whine as you licked your fingers clean. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie.’ You told her, turning your head back to the film. Robin sat still for a few minutes as you focused on the movie but you felt her start to wiggle again. You looked down at her and saw she had shoved her own hand into her underwear, rubbing herself. ‘Umm, what are you doing?’ You said grabbing her wrist to stop her from moving. ‘I’m sorry, I just needed to feel something.’ She pouted as you pulled her hand out of her trousers, interlocking your fingers with hers so she couldn’t touch herself. ‘And did I say you could do that?’ You asked. ‘I’m sorry, mommy, please. I just need you so bad.’ She whined in her beautifully raspy voice. ‘Fine, upstairs now.’ She stood up, practically running up the stairs as you followed closely behind. You both entered your room and she turned around and wrapped her arms around your neck, going to kiss you but you pulled away. ‘Nope, strip and get on the bed.’ You told her. She started to strip as you walked over to your wardrobe, pulling it open and grabbing your box of toys. You pulled off your clothes, leaving on your bra and underwear before picking your strap out of the box and putting it on. You turned around to see Robin lying on the bed completely naked. You stared at her for a moment. Even though you’d seen her naked a hundred times every time you saw her naked you were stunned at how perfect she was. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, just every part of her was perfect. You stopped staring at her and walked over to the bed, climbing on top of her and resting your head on her stomach. You pressed small kisses to her stomach as she moaned. ‘What do you want, baby girl?’ You asked, running your hands up and down her thighs. ‘Your mouth, I need your mouth on me, please.’ You obliged, pulling yourself further down the bed. You kissed your way up her thigh, skipping over her cunt and kissing her other thigh. You eventually moved your mouth over to pussy, pressing kisses to the outside, before pulling her legs further apart and licking a strip up her. You then focused your attention on her clit, flicking it with your tongue. You put your mouth around her sucking hard as you started to swirl your tongue in circles. She moved her hands down into your hair, gripping hard as she moaned, encouraging you as you started to suck harder. You continued sucking and licking until her moans got louder and you knew she was close to coming. You pulled away as she let out a groan of frustration. ‘Why did you stop?’ She whined as you pulled yourself up, pressing a kiss to her lips and sliding your tongue into her mouth. ‘I didn’t put this on for no reason, I’m going to fuck you.’ You pointed at the strap you were wearing, reaching over to your top drawer and grabbing out the lube, smearing it all over the strap. You lined yourself up with her, slowly pushing in as she moaned. You pushed all the way into her before stopping, keeping your hips still. ‘I really wanted to watch that movie and you interrupted me. Why should I do anything for you?’ You whispered in her ear before biting her neck. ‘I’m so sorry but I needed you so badly.’ Robin whined out as you kept your hips painfully still, your hands resting on her hips so she couldn’t move. ‘Beg for it, baby girl.’ You said, moving one hand to her nipple and playing with it. ‘Mommy, please just fuck me, I promise I’ll be a good girl. I just need you to fuck me.’ Robin begged you. You made a face as if you were thinking for a moment. ‘Okay.’ You lean down and kiss her passionately while starting to move your hips, pulling the strap in and out of her. You moved down to kiss her neck as she let out moans her hands gripping your hips which moved in and out of her at a fast pace. You moved your mouth even further down, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking hard on it before biting down slightly making her let out a loud moan. You pulled one of your hands away from the side of her head, rubbing her clit with it as you picked up your pace, moving the strap at the perfect pace. You kept sucking and biting at her nipple as you fucked her hard, the moans from her mouth being the most perfect sound you’d ever heard. The way her head was thrown back against the pillow, her eyes closed and her mouth parted in the most beautiful way only encouraged you, wanting to make her feel good. ‘Mommy, I’m so close.’ She whined out as you kept pounding into her, rubbing her clit in circles. You moved the hand that was still by her head into her hair and lifted her head up kissing her hard. ‘Open your eyes, I want you to look at me as you come.’ You told her. She did as she was told, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared at you. ‘Good girl. Is my good girl going to come for me?’ You encouraged her as you kept your movements up, not slowing. ‘Yes, oh god, yes, mommy!’ She yelled out as she came, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and looking at you as she did so. You slowed your hips down, helping her ride out her orgasm as she let out small pants. She lay beneath you, breathing deeply as you pulled the strap out of her, rolling off her and lying down next to her. You removed the strap on, placing it on your bedside table, leaning over to kiss her cheek lightly snuggling into her as she recovered from her orgasm. She turned to face you, placing a kiss on your lips and fiddling with your bra strap. ‘These are really nice. You look so hot.’ She said, pulling herself over so she was curled up against you. ‘I bought them just for you.’ You kissed her forehead lightly before she moved her head down to kiss the curve of your breast, just above the lace of the bra. She placed her hands on your hips moving her head down to kiss your stomach as she pulled herself on top of you. ‘I want to make you feel good.’ She said between kisses, hooking her fingers into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. You kicked them off as she kissed the top of your cunt, placing her hands on your thighs and pulling your legs apart as you felt the cold air hit your soaking wet pussy. She placed a kiss to your clit before licking a strip up your entire pussy making you moan. She started to suck on your clit, moving her tongue in circles as she did so. It had been so long since you’d had her mouth on you and you had missed it so much. She was so skilled with her mouth, knowing exactly what to do to make you come. You moved your hands down to wrap them in her hair and pulled lightly, making her moan. The vibrations against your clit felt amazing as you let out a loud groan, pulling your head up off the pillow. Your reaction encouraged her as she started to hum against you, the feeling making you practically scream. ‘Oh my god, keep doing that. That’s so good, you’re such a good girl.’ You moaned out, your voice higher than normal. Your words only encouraged her, as she kept licking and sucking at you for the next few minutes, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. ‘Baby, I’m so close, don’t stop.’ You whined out, gripping her hair as hard as you could as you felt your pussy clench. She flicked her tongue up and down as your head fell back on the pillow, letting out a final moan as you came. She slowed her tongue down licking you clean as you loosened your grip on her hair. ‘Such a good girl.’ You mumbled, breathing heavily. She pulled her mouth away from you, moving up and pressing a kiss on your lips before resting her head on your chest cuddling up to you. You wrapped your arms around her as you lay there with your eyes closed. The two of you sat cuddling for the next few minutes, just enjoying being together. ‘I love you.’ You eventually spoke, running your hands through her hair. ‘I love you too.’ She said, looking up at you. ‘I’m sorry about interrupting your movie.’ ‘It’s okay, baby. I was only doing that because I love teasing you.’ You smiled, kissing her hair. She smiled, cuddling in even closer to you. ‘God, I’m so tired.’ She yawned. ‘You better get some sleep, baby, cause tomorrow I’m going to do so much more to you.’

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Helpless (Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hey guys! So here is another fic about Eddie, and with me, because I'm a *cough* whore *cough* for him. Anyway! This is very much written for me again, but I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! PS: Jade and Miles are original characters. Also please do not copy my work, I worked very hard on this! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on the song Helpless from the Hamilton musical

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“Come on!” Robin said, trying to convince you to go to the party that was happening tonight.

“It’ll be fun!” Nancy helped.

“Yeah!” Jade agreed with the others.

“I don’t know ‘bout it, y’all,” you said, not really wanting to go.

“Why not?” Robin asked, whining. You looked down at your hands and started playing with the rings on your fingers, “Well, ‘cause I get nervous when I’m around people I don’t know. And there are gonna be a lot of people there that I don’t know.”

“Steve will be there! And Jonathan and Vickie, and we will be there too,” Jade told you, hoping that you would change your mind. 

“But y’all have your partners, and I’m just gonna be a third-wheel, and I don’t wanna do that to y’all. Just go without me, and I’ll be okay,” you told them with a little smile, to show them that you would, in fact, be fantastic if you didn’t go to the party.

The party that they were talking about, was a Halloween Party at Steve Harrington’s house. And even though you were friends with Steve and you loved Halloween, if anyone were going to attend this party, they would have to wear a costume. Now you did enjoy dressing up for Halloween, and you did it every year back in your hometown, but you never did like the feeling of everyone's eyes on you. 

“But everyone will be there! The kids would love to see your costume! And after some time, you would even talk to more people and get more comfortable being around people,” Nancy explained. 

You thought about it. You knew Miles had told Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will about the costume that you were making. And that they were super excited to see you dressed as your character from their favorite game that you dabbled in as well. 

You sighed, “Fine, y’all have to help me with the finishin’ touches on my costume.”

“Absolutely!” Robin said, nodding her.

“You got it!” Nancy said, smiling.

“Yes!” Jade said happily. 

You smiled as you watched them scramble to help you prepare your stuff. I hope you’re ready, Piper.

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Jonathan pulled up to Steve’s house with Nancy, Robin, Vickie, and you. You could see some people hanging out in the front yard. Robin took your hand, “It’s okay, you’ll have fun, I promise.”

You looked at her and smiled, “Okay.”

You were the last one to get out of the car because you were in the middle of Robin and Vickie for some reason. When you got out, you fixed the bottom of your dress that rode up as were climbed out of the car. 

As you followed your friends into the familiar house that was not so familiar because of all the people that were there, you observed what people decided were good enough to dress for the party. A couple on the lawn were dressed as Superman and Lois Lane; there was a guy dressed as Darth Vader but with no mask on sitting on the front porch talking to another guy that looked like Indiana Jones. You were impressed by how well the costumes were executed. 

As you made it inside behind your friends, you followed them until you spotted a certain redhead that was wearing space buns. You smiled and made your way over to where she was in the kitchen. 

“I never pegged ya as a Princess Leia type,” you teased Jade when you walked up to her.

“Well, you would never guess that it was my idea that Stevie and I go as Han Solo and Princess Leia,” she shot back at you with a smile on her face. 

You laughed, “I always knew that you would be the movie geek with me.”

She laughed along with you, “You got me. Anyway, you look gorgeous! Just like we knew you would.”

You smiled and blushed a little, “Thank you. I’m hopin’ that the glasses don’t take away from the struggle of puttin’ in the color contacts.”

“I think that they work very well. Especially since your eyes are a very nice bright golden yellow,” Jade told you as she got you a soda from the fridge. When you got it, it was nice to have because it was starting to get really hot because of all the bodies in the house. You stayed in the kitchen and laughed as Jade became the center of attention and dazzled the room.

You were watching her when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure come through the door. As soon as you saw him, your heart skipped a beat. A guy with curly hair dressed in medieval garb, just like you are. But he looked like he had been to war and possibly died. He looks pretty cute for a dead guy.

He was looking around like he was looking for someone, and for some reason, you wanted to catch his eye. What was this feeling?

Apparently, he found who he was looking for and disappeared into the throng of people drinking and dancing to ‘Karma Chameleon.’ You sighed disappointedly and went back to drinking your soda when Jade and Nancy came up to you, “What’s wrong, Pip?”

You looked at the girls and answered with a small smile, “Nothin’, just people watchin’. You know me.”

The two girls looked at each other and then looked back at you and said at the same time, “Bullshit.”

You groaned, “Fine. There was a guy that I saw that I thought was cute, but he was lookin’ for someone, and then I lost him in the crowd before I could get to him.”

“OOOOO!” Robin excitedly squealed loudly, coming out of no where. You punched her arm and scolded her, “Shut up, Robin.”

“Okay, okay, what did he look like?” Jade asked. You shook your head, “He looked like he was lookin’ for someone, so he probably had a date. There is no need to do anything about it.”

Nancy said, looping her arm with yours, “Well, since I’m here, and we both look hot, and Jade is gonna go suck face with Han Harrington,” Jade rolled her eyes at that, “We should go and have fun! Forget about whatever happened and have fun!”

“I don’t know ‘bout it,” you started, but then one of your favorite songs came on. You saw the smirk grow on her face, “Are you sure about that?”

“I hate you, Nance,” you answered, dragging her to the makeshift dance floor.

“I know you love me, Piper,” she answered when you made it to the middle of Steve’s living room, singing along loudly to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long.’ And dancing like what you would describe as stupid because you were shimmying and being stupid with one of your best friends. And you were pretty sure that if you didn’t stop and adjust soon, a boob would fall out of the homemade blouse, and your thighs would be rubbed raw because your spandex under your dress was riding up just a little too far. But that didn’t matter right now because you were having the time of your life.

You also didn’t notice from across the room the little stare-down that you were getting from the very same guy that you stared at earlier. As ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ came on next, you were the hottest thing in the room, and the man was mesmerized.

After a few songs, you had to stop and get something to drink. When a slow song came on, it was a perfect time to take a break and adjust and cool off. You made your way into the kitchen with Nancy and Robin coming in with you. 

Jade was with Steve talking about something.

“Ew, get a room, you lovebirds,” you said teasingly, getting a bottle of water from the fridge that Steve keeps for Jade. 

Jade laughed, “Nah, we want to make you squirm.”

She then kissed Steve on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hot damn!” “Get it!” You and Robin cheered, and then they laughed as they pulled apart.

“Did you have fun out there?” Jade asked, standing next to Steve with his hand around her waist.

“It was! Had to stop so I could get a drink to cool down,” you told her, smiling and then taking a swig of water. 

“Yeah, can’t have our sorcerer dehydrated when she’s kicking ass on the dance floor!” Robin said, sipping some of the punch that had been spiked apparently from the face that she had made. 

You laughed a little, and then the four of them started talking about something as you looked out of the sea of people dancing to Whitney Houston's ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody.’ You were watching people dancing, drinking, and having fun when you saw the guy again. He was talking to someone. You kept your eyes on him as you hit Robin on the arm several times.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked. You whispered, still looking at him, “It’s him”

Both Jade and Robin rushed to either side of you. They asked where and what he looked like and if he was cute. You shook your head at what they were saying around you while you were still looking at him. You pointed to where he was, “He’s in medieval clothes,” you told them to help them out.

“Eddie?” Jade asked. You whipped your head over to her, “You know him?”

“Yeah, he and Steve are friends.”

At the sound of his name, he perked up, “What’s up?”

“You know Eddie?” you asked Steve. He nodded his head.

“Yeah, why? What’s he doing?” he asked, coming to see what he was doing.

“Nothin’!” you answered quickly, blushing. And looked away from the guy that you now know as Eddie. 

He grinned mischievously, “You like Eddie?”

“No!” you said too quickly. The three of them looked at each other like they were forming a plan. And it was against you.

“You know, he is kind of cute,” Robin said, smirking.

Jade nodded along, “Yeah, he is. Don’t you think he is, Pip?”

You looked down, “Yeah?”

“Yeah? Well, he is single. And he is looking for a girl,” Steve said, leaning against the sink and taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh yeah? Well, I heard that Dana said that she thinks he's cute. So you won't mind if I put in the food word for her?" Nancy asked.

“No, I don’t. I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head.

"Okay, I'll be right back then," she said. You watched her walk past you to the door leading from the kitchen to the living room. You quickly grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned to you.

“This one’s mine,” you whispered shyly. She smiled knowingly, “I know. We just had to get you there.”

Then Jade and Nancy left the kitchen, leaving you in there. You watched as they disappeared into the crowd of people.

“What are they gonna do?” you asked out loud to no one in particular.

“Who’s gonna do what?” you heard from the doorway. And you saw the gaggle of freshmen you came to know and love. 

“What are y’all doing here?” you asked excitedly, going over to them to give them hugs. They all happily accepted it, except Mike, who accepted it but not happily. 

“Y’all look so awesome in your costumes!” they all came dressed as their favorite superhero. A round of thanks yous and thanks came from them. 

“Piper, you’re costume looks so cool!” Dustin said excitedly.

“Thank you so much,” you said and curtsied to him.

“Yeah! Did you make that yourself?” Will asked.

“Sure did, and I helped Miles make his too,” you said, smiling. 

“That’s so awesome!” Lucas said.

You smiled, blushing just a little, “Now, don’t you have someone else to bother? I think I saw Steve in the backyard.”

“We have to show Steve,” Dustin said to them, making a break for the back porch, the rest of them following. 

“Hey Sissy?” Miles said, stopping, the rest a few feet away, waiting for him.

“Yeah, what’s up, buddy?” you asked.

“You do look really cool, and really pretty,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you very much, Batman,” you said with a smile and curtsied to him. He smiled and rushed to the rest of the boys. You watched them as they safely made it out to the backyard. You smiled and shook your head as you heard Dustin yell for Steve, and then the door closed.

You looked over to where you last saw Eddie. Then you saw Nancy and Jade talking to him when suddenly his eyes found yours, and then you feel your knees start to go weak, and you feel like a helpless bird.

As 'Thriller' faded out, you heard Eddie ask Nancy and Jade a question as they made their way toward you, "Where are you taking me?"

The two girls looked at each other from either side of him, and Jade answered with a smile, "We're about to change your life."

He thought about it and then smiled, "Then, by all means, lead the way."

You distracted yourself before you started to freak out, so you started crunching on some pretzels.

“There she is!” Jade said and brought him over, “Eddie, this is our friend that we were talking about.”

“Hi, I like your costume,” he said, smiling and trying to subtly check you out.

You blushed under his gaze and smiled, “Thank you, I made it myself. I like yours too.”

Nancy cleared her throat, and you looked over at her, and Nancy made a motion with her head toward him. Then you realized what she was telling you telepathically.

“I’m Piper Jones. It’s a pleasure to meet ya,” she said, holding out her hand for him to shake. He looked at her, puzzled for a second, “Jones? Do you know a Miles Jones?”

She nodded her head, and this time, she was confused, “Yeah, that’s my little brother. Why?”

He smiled, “So you're the famous favorite big sister of the group of freshies? Miles and the others are a part of Hellfire,” you nodded your head, knowing what Hellfire was, you and Nancy would trade off picking them up, ”I’m their Dungeon Master.”

“OH! You're the famous Eddie! They talk about ya all the time!” she said, “They all look up to ya. But don’t tell them I told ya. It’s good to finally meet ya!”

“As is to meet you,” Eddie started, “So, pray tell, do you drabble in the arts of Dungeons and Dragons?”

You giggled, “I do. I dressed as my character. I’ve been wantin’ have a session with the boys where we all dressed up as our characters and stuff. We haven’t worked out the details yet, but I figured I’d get a head start.”

“What do you play as? Wait! Don’t tell me,” he said and started looking you over. You blushed again under his gaze. He was looking you over. That’s when you heard the song ‘Hungry Eyes’ come on, “You’re aaaaaaa half-elf?” 

You came out of your trance when he spoke up. You answered, “Yes, I am. I’m Zora Nightbreeze, a half-elf sorcerer.”

He watched you as you curtsied. He then took your hand and bowed, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Zora Nightbreeze. I am Eddie The Banished, a human Bard. Just coming back from battle and meeting a beautiful maiden. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

You giggled, blushing, “Thank you for all your service.”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” he answered smoothly. He then kissed the back of your hand. 

“Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Nancy said, finally dragging herself and Jade away from watching the two interact.

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Two weeks later, after the Halloween party. You sighed as you walked up to your locker after Geometry. People always said if you were good at algebra, you would be bad at geometry. And you hated to admit that they were right. There you were at your locker after class, hoping that you didn’t fail the test that you just took. When you opened your locker, out came a folded-up piece of notebook paper. You smiled as you picked it up and saw ‘Lady Piper’ written in messy handwriting. You haven’t even read the letter he wrote you yet, and it already made your day so much better. 

“Ooh, what do you have there? Another love letter?” Jade said, coming up next to you. You blushed, holding it, “Maybe….”

“Let’s read it!” Jade said excitedly.

“No, I can’t. He told me to wait and read it then. So at lunch, we can,” you told her. She nodded her head.

“Okay. I guess I can wait until lunch,” she sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes at this, and then she continued, “Are you still taking Miles Trick-or-Treating Friday?” 

“Yes, ma’am. And you and Steve are gonna be taggin’ along?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

“Duh! But we might not dress up since Stevie is supposed to have basketball practice,” she told you.

You fake coughed, and there was a muffled loser in the fake coughing fit. Jade rolled her eyes, “It’s not my fault that Coach Stricklin wanted them to continue the practice, no matter what.”

You groaned, “Fine! But you better at least dress up as somethin’, or you’re not gettin’ any treats that I made for y’all.” 

“Yes, ma’am. Anyway, I have to go listen to Mr. Pankey talking about how to write a proper paper. I’ll see you later, Pip.”

“Bye, Jay!” you called to Jade as she walked away to another classroom. You were switching out books when another figure came up beside you, “Hey, sweet thing.”

You giggled as you realized it was Eddie. You flirted back, “Hey, stud.”

“How’s my girl been?” he asked, putting a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. 

You hummed happily as he pulled you close to his chest, “Just peachy, now that you’re here.”

“Aw, sugar, you make me blush,” he said with a smile on his face.

“You make me blush all time, so it’s my turn to get ya back,” you said, booping his nose and then pulling away. He pouted a little as you went back to trading books and notebooks out. 

“What do you say that we take our free period, and we go and waste time in my van?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You giggled, “As much fun as that sounds. We both know that I have a free period while you have Ms. O’Donnel’s.”

“Whaaaaat? Noooo,” he tried to sound convincing. You looked at him with a look on your face that said, Are you sure that what you are about to say is the right thing to say at this moment? 

He then pouted and whined, “Pleeeease?”

You smiled a little but shook your head, “No can do, Romeo. You promised to go to class.”

You started to walk toward the library when Eddie whined again, “But I don’t want to go to classss.”

You stopped and then faced him and put a hand on his chest to stop him from running you over, “How about this? You go to all your classes today, and after trick-or-treatin’, I’ll give you a little treat?” 

He made a confused face, “What like candy? I can get that myself while skipping class.”

You hummed and moved closer to him. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, thinking he won. That was until you whispered, “Think sweeter, but fewer people.”

That’s all it took for him to turn around and run toward the classroom he was supposed to be in. You laughed as you watched him sprint down the hallway and curse and apologize when he bumped into someone.

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Friday night, Halloween night. Everyone was supposed to meet at your house so you could all walk together as the boys went and got candy. There was a knock at the front door. Figuring that it was Jade you went to the door and opened it with only your sleep shirt and pajama shorts that were too short, “Hey Jay, you’re early.”

The person that stood in front of you, that wasn't Jade, raked their eyes up and down your frame, “Hey there sweet thing. I’m not Jade, but I’ll be whoever you want me to be if I get to see you in that outfit again.”

You blushed, “Eddie! I didn’t know you would be here this early!”

“You promised me something and I am here to make sure I get that promise. Am I allowed in?” he asked, smirking. 

You nodded your head and opened the door wider to let him in. He came walking in wearing his costume that he had on at the costume party. You closed the door and watched as he checked out your house.

“I like your place. It’s cozy,” he commented, smiling. 

“Thank you, dear,” your mom said, coming to the hallway from the kitchen. Eddie jumped, surprised to see another human being in the house. 

“Piper! I didn’t know you had a twin sister! It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand.

Your mom laughed and shook his hand, “I’m Brenda, Piper and Miles’s mom. Thank you for trying to boost my confidence though.”

“What do you mean? You and Piper look exactly alike! I can see where she gets her beauty from,” he complimented, you mom giggled.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer? Piper isn’t quite ready yet, in the mean time, come tell me about yourself…,” your mom trailed off waiting for his name.

“Eddie, at your service,” he said, smiling. He followed your mom into the kitchen. You then ran off into your bedroom to hurry finish getting ready. 

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door, followed by a girl’s voice, “Yoohoo!”

“Hey! There you are!” you said as Jade came into your room, you finally finished the final touches that was the contacts and the earrings. You smoothed out your dress and then there was a low whistle from the doorway.

“Hot damn!” Robin said looking you up and down. You laughed and blushed, “Look good?”

“Look good? Girl you are hot!” Robin exclaimed. You giggled.

“Alright we better get to the living room before the boys interrogate Eddie too much,” Jade said nonchalantly.

“Do what?” you said wanting to make sure that you heard them right. 

“Yeah, the boys are out there doing the what are your intentions with my sister, thing right now,” Robin explained. 

“Are you serious?” you said, “He’s gonna think I’m crazy now.” 

You were stressing. Because this was a guy that you liked and the guys were going to now ruin all chances that you had. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Brenda and Nancy are in there too,” Robin said. 

“Oh Lord help me,” you said under your breath as you paced the floor. 

Why were you stressed? Well because out there in the living room, ‘interrogating’ Eddie were people that knew you the best and would kill anymore for you. You’re father wasn’t in the picture after your mom divorced him when Miles was in kindergarten. And your family and the family that you chose were out there doing the job better than another father could have dreamed of doing.

That is exactly what Eddie was thinking right now as he was trying not to sweat under the gaze of Piper’s family. There was the group of boys that he had adopted at the beginning of school. They looked scarier than he remembered them being. Especially Dustin and Miles. When did Miles and Dustin get so scary?

Nancy and Jonathan sat to the side, Nancy asking her journalist questions and Jonathan staring him down like he could see into his soul. That is fucking creepy, man.

Brenda was the only one that look any type of nice and happy that he was here for Piper, she had a smile on her face that still read as ‘if you hurt my baby girl, they will never find your body.’

And Steve was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, staring him down like a father would. 

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled, “So, uh.”

“Alright, cut the bullshit,” Dustin said. Eddie sat up straighter in his seat, “Piper is our friend and she’s crazy. But she’s our friend. More like our sister. So if you hurt her, you are gone.”

Eddie sat there for a minute taking in all of the faces that were around him. He saw the love that they all had for Piper and for each other. He knew what would happen if he did hurt her and he would never do that. He had that love for her and he wanted that from them too. 

“I promise that I would never hurt her. She makes me so happy. And I haven’t felt that is so long, I don’t want to lose that feeling. I would do anything to never lose that feeling ever again. I want to make sure that she is happy and never feels like how I felt,” Eddie told them honestly looking down at his hands, feeling very vulnerable. He felt a hand on his back, when he looked up, Steve was looking at him with a smile on his face, “That’s all we want for her and you too.”

Eddie then looked around the room and he saw smiles on everyones faces, Miles came up to him still looking scary, “Be good to her, she’s been through too much shit already.” 

Eddie nodded his head, “I promise, I will be true to her for the rest of my life.”

Miles smiled and hugged Eddie. 

“Well it sounds like your getting married already!” Jade said to you from outside of the living room.

Meanwhile that was all happening you, Jade, and Robin were outside of the living room, listening to Eddie basically ask for his blessing to be with you. You’re trying not to cry because you know that he loves you and that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do to be with you. But when Miles made his way over to him, This is it. If Miles doesn’t approve, then it’s over.

But when Miles said that and then hugged, you came rushing into the living room. Eddie’s eyes met yours. He smiled so brightly that your knees went weak and you felt so helpless because you knew that he was yours and he had more family than he could ever imagine having. 

He got up after Miles pulled away and went over to you and pulled you close into him and kissed you sweetly on the lips. All around you were wolf whistles and ewws.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

After that it was like you and Eddie were married and had seven kids. You all took the kids trick-or-treating. Not only did the kids get some candy, you stole some from the kids that you blamed as the ‘sibling tax’ because you were taking them out. After everyone had their fill of candy and talking to each other, your house was evacuated. All that was left was you, Eddie, some candy, and the quiet. 

“Looks like it’s just us,” Eddie said as he sat down on the couch with a sigh. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you cuddled into him the best you could. 

“Hmm it does seem like that,” you answered and then you threw your leg over him and sat on his lap. He moved his hands to your thighs that made an appearance from the movement. He tried not to look at your clevage that was display from your costume, “What’re you doing sweet thing?”

“What do ya say I make good of that promise from earlier this week?” you flirted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Suddenly you were being lifted in the air, you let out a little squeal.  You then giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist to support yourself as you felt him move his hands down to your butt to support you as he held you. 

“That sounds like the best idea that I’ve heard in a long time,” he answered and kissed your lips.

[the7thcrow]

600 degrees

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pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

summary: you can’t cook. like, really can’t cook. good thing your cute neighbour is here to help clean up the mess.

word count: 5.1k

genre: neighbours au. strangers to lovers. the fluffiest of fluff, slightly suggestive.

warnings: a make-out session, bad humour, minho being a twat of a roommate, and tooth-rotting fluff.

rating: 14+

a/n: hi guys! hope you enjoy this one, it’s so much more wholesome and fluffy than what i usually write, but I'm pretty happy about it. don’t by shy to send me an ask or leave a comment. anything you have to say, I would love to hear. :)

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“Fine. Since you won’t come, at least enlighten me on how you plan to keep yourself busy?” Minho asks, casually leaning against your kitchen island. He stares at you, with that familiar condescending smirk you’ve seen far too many times.

“I don’t know,” you state, rolling your eyes. Rising to your feet, you head over to your shared refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Sangria out of the fridge. “But I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“You know, if you want to drink, you could at least do it at the party.” Minho approaches you from behind, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “It’s a lot less sad that way.”

You slap his hand away, letting out a frustrated groan at the laughter he lets out from his own joke. “I get out plenty, quit acting like I’m some lonely cat lady,” you say, grabbing your favourite wine glass from the cupboard. “I like parties, I just don’t like Jisung’s parties. They always get way out of hand.”

“But Y/N,” Minho wines, picking up your freshly poured glass and taking a sip, earning himself a glare. “I never said you were a cat lady, just the lonely part.”

At that you snatch the glass away from his hands. Not wanting to deal with this torment any longer, you walk back to your comfortable, worn-in spot on the couch.

“You know I’m right,” he says, continuing despite the fact you begin to turn up the volume of the television. “And the only way you’re going to change that is by accompanying me to Jisung’s loud, out of hand parties.”

You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows. “Somehow, I doubt my soulmate associates himself with Han Jisung.”

“Well that can’t be right, because I associate myself with Han Jisung?”

“Shut up, Minho.”

Your roommate snickers to himself as he opens the fridge, taking a quick glance at everything - or for a better term, lack of anything - inside. “What are you even going to eat? There’s nothing leftover from last night.”

“I’ll make something,” you say. Frankly, you had expected the outburst of laughter, but that didn’t do anything to simmer down your growing annoyance.

“Make something?” Minho laughs, giving you an incredulous stare. “Y/N, I’ve lived with you for two years and I don’t think I’ve seen you cook anything once.”

“Hey, I can cook,” you return, wrinkling your nose. “But why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

At this, it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I take that back. I don’t want you to come, have fun curling up on the couch alone with your three cats.”

“They’re literally yours.”

“Whatever,” he says, opening your front door. “Just don’t burn the apartment down, alright?”

As he closes the door, you flip him off. At first, you aren’t sure if he saw, but you’re given your answer as his laughter echoes down the hallway, fading as he walks further away.

You scowl. Of course you can cook. Well, at the very least, well enough to make a meal for one on a saturday night. Minho didn’t know what he was talking about.

Minho. Your best friend and roommate for the last two years. Man, does the guy have a way of pushing your buttons. You love him, of course. In the weird, bickering, just short of volatile friendship sort of way the two of you had developed.

Still, you can’t deny that even with his painfully irritable nature, he is still a good friend. No matter how many times you say no, he always offers to take you anywhere he goes. He pushes you out of your comfort zone. He’s there to console you when a date goes bad, or you failed a test you studied hard for. He makes all his meals for two, just because he doesn’t want you to live solely off shitty take-out.

He’s your rock. Your platonic other half. Your closest companion.

Which means you are going to prove him wrong, and then rub it in his face as much as you possibly can. Of course, because that’s what friends are for.

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Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. Or, at the very least, it was going to be exceedingly more difficult now that your apartment was full of smoke.

Covering your nose with one hand, you take the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. If you can even call them that, as they now held a far closer resemblance to that of hockey pucks. Both in looks, and what you could assume in taste, as well.

Okay, you know chocolate chip cookies don’t really count as a decent meal, but they are the only thing you remember how to cook from when you lived at home. Or maybe you didn’t remember, based on the tray of failure sitting in front of you.

Then, to make matters even worse, your fire alarm starts going off.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. Now you are going to have to go to the front desk, let them know everything is okay.

Maybe Minho was right, you should’ve just went to Jisung’s stupid party and eaten something there. Putting all the other painful aspects of Han’s parties aside, Felix was his roommate, so the horderves were always excellent.

They were better than your hockey puck cookies, anyway.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, you open your apartment door, prepared to get a rough scolding from the lady working the front desk. However, you are surprised to find a man standing in front of you, his hand in the air, as if he were about to knock.

“Hi,” he says, awkwardly putting his hand back down at his side. He has messy platinum blonde hair, and soft eyes. He’s cute, and the realization quickly makes you recognize him.

“You’re my neighbor,” you say, pointing a finger at him. It’s not until he doesn’t respond immediately that you realize it was a strange thing to say. Obviously, he knows he’s your neighbor, and he might be a little offended you didn’t recognize him immediately.

Then again, the two of you had never really talked before. Everytime you would pass each other in the hall, he’d always give a polite nod and continue walking. Sometimes you’d try to say hello, or start a small conversation, but he always disappeared quickly. It had gotten to the point where you assumed he had some strange, unwarranted grudge against you.

So, it was safe to say that you were more than just a little surprised to find him at your door.

“Uh, yeah, I am. Are you okay? I thought I smelt something burning, and then I heard the fire alarm go off.” He asks, peeking behind you into your apartment, seeing if he can catch sight of any flames.

Instead, his eyes land on your tray of butchered cookies, and he… smirks?

“Oh,” he says, attempting to hide the smile growing on his face. “Having some cooking trouble?”

You stare at him for a moment, watching as his lips pursed together, stifling a chuckle. “Are you...” you begin, your jaw dropping slightly. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” he looks down at you, finally letting his grin free. “I would never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you frown, already not enjoying that sarcastic look on his face. You thought you’d be able to avoid that humiliating look considering Minho wasn’t here, but apparently not.

 “As you can see, it’s nothing. So if you’ll excuse me,” you continue, attempting to move past him. “I need to go get my neck rung by the lady at the front desk,” However, he doesn’t budge from his place in your door frame. You cast him a glare, which only makes his smile grow wider.

“Nah, don’t worry, I’ll go let her know,” he says, already turning to walk down the hall. You open your mouth to object, but he casts a glance over his shoulder, snickering. “You focus on cleaning up whatever those black lumps were supposed to be.”

You stand in your doorway, dumbfounded as your neighbor disappears down the complex staircase. Who did this guy think he was, openly laughing at your current predicament? Sure, if the roles were reversed, there’s no doubt that you would do the same. But that isn’t the point.

No. The point is that you are not impressed by the audacity of this stranger, and you are going to make sure that this distaste is known.

Grumbling to yourself, you dump the still smoking cookies in the trash can. It’s a shame, really. You’d thought you were doing so well, too. You thought this would be your chance to prove Minho wrong. Minho. Oh, he would be having an absolute hay day if he were here right now, and the thought only makes your scowl deepen.

“Well,” your neighbor calls from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. He reappears in the open door frame, sticking his neck inside, but not fully crossing the threshold into your apartment. “She’s not thrilled, but the alarm didn’t trigger the main system’s sprinklers, so you’re good.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

The man smiles. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you trying to make anyway?”

An embarrassed blush casts itself over your cheeks. “Chocolate chip cookies,” you mumble, not meeting his eyes.

He lets out a burst of laughter, smiling widely. You can’t help but notice that he had a cute smile, dimples on both of his cheeks, eyes crinkled. Not that you were looking. Not that you cared, obviously.

“How’d you manage to mess up chocolate chip cookies that badly?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. “You tell me.” You gesture towards the oven. Your neighbor smirks, walking inside your apartment. He bends down in front of your oven, before taking a look inside.

“Well, nothing seems to be wrong in there…” he starts, before glancing up at the set temperature. “Oh,” he states, before looking back at you, his eyes full of pity. “Oh boy.”

“What?” You ask defensively.

“The temperature. You forgot to convert it from celsius to fahrenheit. See?” He says, leaning away from the oven to give you a closer look. “So you thought you were cooking them at 350 degrees fahrenheit, when in reality they were at over 600 degrees.”

“Oh my god,” you say, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I don’t know,” the guy shrugs. “You could have burnt your apartment down, so I’d consider it a win. You’re lucky I got here on time.”

You cast him a scowl, although you can’t seem to relinquish the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto your lips. You know damn well you wouldn’t have started a fire, and that the man showing up really didn’t stop anything but an uncomfortable conversation with the front lady. You are also sure that he is fully aware of this too, which makes your smirk grow wider. Alright, you’ll play along.

“Right, what ever would I do without you?” you say sarcastically, causing your neighbor to playfully roll his eyes. He leans against your kitchen counter, relaxing slightly.

“Does my saviour have a name?” You ask, opening the fridge to take a look at what’s inside. You feel your stomach rumble, taking a glance at the clock to see that it was already past 9:00.

“It’s Chris,” he smiles, leaning over your shoulder. “So what are you going to eat, now that you’ve successfully butchered the easiest recipe known to man?”

“Hey!” You snipe. “That is certainly not the easiest recipe known to man.”

“Fine, fine,” Chris says, putting his hands up in defense. “Maybe not the easiest, but it’s definitely up there. But putting that aside, what are you going to eat? Because I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen a fridge so empty.”

You want to quip back at him, but he’s right. Minho usually does the grocery shopping, but because of Jisung’s party tonight he wasn’t planning on cooking anything.

“Good question,” you sigh, closing the refrigerator door before leaning your back against it. “Maybe I’ll just order some take out. I don’t think my pride can handle another failure.”

Chris smiles. “Or, I have an idea,” he says, his eyes glinting. He heads over to your apartment door, and for a moment you worry that he’s leaving.

No, you’re not worried. You’re curious. That’s all. You were curious whether or not he was leaving, nothing more.

When Chris returns, he has his arms full of ingredients. Spinach, penne, tomato sauce, cream, a variety of spices. The list goes on, and he stumbles slightly, almost dropping the surplus of food onto your kitchen floor. Imagining the mess, you rush over to help him, placing the load of groceries onto the counter.

“I don’t know if you couldn’t tell before,” you say, motioning to your overflowing counter. “But I really can’t cook. I have no clue what to do with any of this.”

“That’s no problem,” Chris smiles, already separating the food into different groups. “I’ll help you.”

“No, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, waving your hands in protest. You step in front of him, squeezing yourself between his chest and the kitchen counter, preventing him from reaching any of the ingredients. “You’ve already dealt with the desk lady for me, and brought over all these groceries. You’ve done more than enough.”

He smiles, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and effortlessly moving you to the side. “Why would I bring you these groceries if I knew you couldn’t do anything with them?” When you don’t respond, he continues. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Just let me help you.”

You sigh in defeat, ignoring the way your heart begins to beat faster in your chest. “Alright,” you say, grabbing Minho’s cutting board from the cupboard. “Let’s do this, then.”

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An hour later, you find yourself sitting on top of your kitchen counter, Chris stationed by the stove working on the pasta sauce. You had genuinely tried to help in the beginning, you really did. But after Chris criticized your (awful) cutting technique, and said he didn’t exactly trust you to do anything else, you gave up.

Besides, you don’t have a problem watching him work. Over the last hour, you’ve come to learn that Chris is an absolute whiz in the kitchen. Moving from place to place, adding spices by intuition and nothing more. This wasn’t something you could have managed to make yourself in a million years, and it’s obvious that if you tried to assist him right now, you’d only get in the way.

Of course, you’ve learned a lot more about Chris in the last hour than just that. Where he grew up, his hobbies, what he was currently studying at the university. Music theory, as you’d learned. As cool as it sounded, Han had managed to tarnish your image of music majors, but you suppose you could give Chris a chance.

“It’s almost done,” Chris says, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” you reply, leaping off the counter to stand beside him.

“What, no ‘thank you, Chris?’ No, ‘what ever would I have done without you, Chris?’” He mocks offence, placing a hand on his heart.

“It’s not even done yet. I’ll thank you after I try it, I promise.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Ah, so you’re only thankful if you like it. I see how it is,” Chris says, crossing his arms in front of himself, pouting his lower lip slightly.

“Guess so,” you say, crossing your own arms mockingly. Chris smiles, those cute little dimples of his dancing across his cheeks.

Then you feel it, that little jump of your heart. The faintest skip of a beat that you’d familiarized yourself with over the last hour. That little hint of anticipation that makes you decide that you are, even if only slightly, a bit interested in Chris.

After all, he’s funny and sweet. Can carry a conversation well, and to understate it, undeniably easy on the eyes. That’s more than enough to give him a chance.

Most of all, however, you like that little flare between the two of you. The sarcasm, the banter. It doesn’t feel the same as when Minho does it, slightly condescending and done purely to harbour your annoyance. No, this is different. It is a challenge. He wants you to quip back, to push further. To make him smirk, or laugh, or roll his eyes.

“Alright, fine then,” he says, taking the large wooden spoon and scooping up some of the pasta sauce. “Tell me if this is up to par, your majesty.”

You aren’t sure if he wants you to take the spoon, or let him hold it for you as you take a bite. You decide to take the gamble, gently moving your lips around the spoon, tasting the sauce. You glance up at Chris, a small look of surprise on his face. However, you don’t miss the flash of something behind his eyes. The faintest hint of affection, interest.

The sauce itself is delicious. A perfect blend of tomato, basil and cream. You hum contently, giving him a thumbs up.

“Chris, this is amazing,” you praise, admiring the small blush that sprinkles his cheeks.

“It’s really nothing,” he says, diverting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck, shyly.

“No, seriously,” you say, taking the spoon from his hand and scooping some of the sauce up yourself. “Try it.” You hold the spoon out in front of him, and he raises his eyebrows slightly. Your gaze remains firm. A challenge.

Hesitantly, he takes the bite, not breaking eye contact as he does so. You stare at him, watching the way his lips move around the spoon, the intensity of his gaze. The action itself should be innocent, yet you feel a warmth rise to your cheeks.

Chris swallows, taking his lips off the spoon. For a moment, neither of you say anything. You can feel the change in the atmosphere of the room. The spark between you two being brought alight.

You swallow hard. “So?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, it’s good. Very good,” he says back, his voice low and raspy. He goes to take the spoon from you, and his hand lingers a moment, his thumb trailing the skin of your knuckles.

You feel yourself lean in slightly, fully prepared to take the leap, when suddenly he breaks away from you, eagerly taking a few steps back. He looks away, placing a hand on his face, as if he were ashamed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know you’re seeing someone, we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry,” he babbles, completely turning away from you.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Seeing someone? Where the hell could he have possibly gotten that idea?

“Seeing someone?” You ask, incredulously voicing your thoughts. You grab him by the shoulder, turning him around. “Why do you think I’m seeing someone?”

Chris still refuses to meet your eyes, instead focusing intently on the wall behind you. “The guy that lives here- Minho - aren’t you two?”

“Minho?” You gape, contorting your face in a look of pure disgust. “Ew, gross! No! Believe me, I am not dating Minho, I’d genuinely rather stick this spoon in my eye,” you exclaim, lifting up the utensil.

At that Chris finally looks at you, wearing his own look of pure confusion. “Wait, really? But whenever I hear you guys out in the hall, the two of you are always so… flirty.”

“Flirty?” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement. “If by flirty you mean he teases me literally every god damn second of every day, then yeah sure, I guess. But believe me, there is absolutely nothing romantic about that. Not in the least.”

Chris shakes his head, a smile forming at the corners of his lips. “Wow. I am such an idiot,” he sighs, a rediscovered lightness to his tone.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “Anyone could make that mistake, I guess. It’s really no big-”

“No, it’s not just that,” he cuts you off. “That’s why I’ve never talked to you before now.”

“You never talked to me because you thought that me and Minho were dating?” You ask, slightly confused. Even if you were dating, you didn’t see why that would stop him from starting a conversation with you. “Why?”

“Well,” he sighs, his cheeks reddening further. “I thought you were pretty, and based on the way you always quipped back at him, clever and funny as well. I don’t know, it just felt wrong to try and build a friendship with you, knowing how I already felt a little....”  

You smirk, drawing yourself slightly closer to him. “A little what?”

His smile transforms itself from embarrassed to a sly grin of his own. “A little into you, I guess.”

“It really is a shame,” you shrug, trying to hide the excitement building in your chest. “Because here I was, thinking my cute neighbor had some irrational grudge against me.”

Chris leans in, so the two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the strong fragrance of his cologne. Sharp with lemon zest and mint.

“We could always make up for lost time, you know,” he says, his eyes flashing with mischief.

That is all the invitation you need to break the space between the two of you. You press Chris’ lips against your own, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other along the line of his jaw. His lips are soft, you notice. Tender in the slow rhythm the two of you develop.

He runs his hands up along your figure. One of them finding itself locked in your hair, the other placed firmly on the curve of your lower back. Gently, he leads the two of you away from the stove, placing you so that your back is pressed up against the kitchen counter.

You run your hand down along his chest, reveling in the groan he let’s out as your fingers trail down his lower abdomen. The sound is electricity pulsing through you, charging the room and igniting the atmosphere around the two of you.

His lips leave yours, trailing your jaw before making their way down your neck. Each individual kiss is slow and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a deep breath to stable yourself, and it does not go unnoticed.

Chris smirks, shifting his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown out with desire. “You know, if we keep this up, the pasta sauce is going to burn,” he says, letting his fingers trail along your collarbone.

“Let it,” you shrug. “I wasn’t hungry anyways.”

Chris laughs at this, leaning forward so his face brushes the crook of your neck. “Yeah, right,” he says, allowing his lips to dust your skin. Suddenly, he bites down, not enough to break through the skin, but certainly enough to leave a small mark.  

You laugh, running your hands in his hair, half-heartedly pulling him off of your neck. “Hey! That hurt,” you exclaim, only half serious.

“Sorry,” he grins, before crashing his lips into yours once again. The pace between the two of you is much faster now, each kiss more passionate. More promising. Your desire rings through you, clouding your mind in a hazy fog of lust. It is dizzying, just how much you want him at this moment.

You're certain he feels the same way, given in how tightly he grips your thigh, his breath ragged every time you break apart. It is messy. Greedy. The two of you so deeply wanting more. More of each other.

You’re about to ask if he wants to move this to the bedroom, when suddenly the apartment door swings open. It’s almost comical, how quickly you and Chris break apart, springing to opposite ends of the kitchen.

“I hate to say it, but you were right,” Minho calls as he walks inside, not yet glancing up from his phone screen. “Shit got out of hand. Someone managed to break the pool table, don’t even ask how, I don’t know either. Almost gave Felix an aneurysm. I swear the kid was about to cry, poor guy. Han had to shut everything down. So you really didn’t miss out on-” Minho stops as he sees Chris, a confused yet bemused expression crossing his face.

“Oh, hey Chan,” he says, causing you to give Chris a look.

“A nickname,” Chris mouths to you, as discreetly as he possibly can.

“What are you doing over here?” Minho asks him, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He has that smug smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him.

“Oh, well…” Chris starts, casting you a glance. “Y/N made some food, and there was too much of it, so she invited me over.”

“Really?” Minho asks, caught off guard. He walks past you and Chris, staring at the pasta and sauce currently sitting on the oven burners. “You’re saying Y/N made this?”

“Well, yeah?” Chris says, feigning confusion. “Of course, I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Why?”

You have to stop yourself from laughing, looking at the expression of utter bewilderment on Minho’s face. Minho glances at you, narrowing his eyes, before sighing.

“Well then, I guess you proved me wrong on two things tonight, Y/N,” he says, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he begins to scoop some of the penne into his dish.

“Oh, you said there was a lot,” Minho responds, raising one eyebrow. “Can I not have some?”

“Sorry, go ahead,” you say, still slightly flustered by the abruptness of his entrance. Minho finishes filling his bowl and takes a seat at the kitchen island. As he begins to eat, the room is filled with a rather tense silence. You and Chris share an awkward look, unsure of what to do next.

Minho looks up from his dish, glancing between the two of you.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, grabbing his bowl and standing up from his chair. “I’m going to go eat this in my room. Have fun you two.”

Before you can say anything, Minho disappears around the corner, down the hallway leading to his room. You turn back towards Chris. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“He’s a bit of a mood-killer, huh?” You say, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard, offering him one.

Chris nods in thanks as he takes the bowl from your hands. “Just a little bit,” he laughs, beginning to scoop some of the pasta into both of your dishes.

The two of you take a seat at your counter, spending the meal talking and laughing. Nothing else, the moment has passed, but that doesn’t bother you. You enjoy Chris’ presence. His quick humour and thoughtful conversation.

It really is something that you could get used to, you decide.

After you’re done eating, you walk Chris over to the door, handing him his surplus of spice bottles and leftover spinach.

“Thank you for doing all this, seriously. The food was delicious, you’re seriously gifted. And also, thank you for covering for me, I really didn’t feel like listening to Minho die laughing over the burnt cookies,” you admit.

“It’s no problem, really,” Chris smiles. He shifts all the spices over to his right arm, letting his free hand fall down to his side. Softly, he takes your hand in his, letting your fingers intertwine.

“Listen,” he continues, shyly looking up from your hands to meet your eyes. “If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, you’re welcome to come over for a proper dinner. You know, so I can show you what I can actually make when it’s not a last minute attempt at salvaging a meal.”

You smile a goofy, genuine grin. “That sounds good to me,” you say. Hesitantly, you lean forwards, planting a soft, innocent kiss on his lips.

As you break apart, he hums contently. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, thanks for today. You made my night, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chris.” You watch as he walks over to his apartment door, which is of course, only a few meters away from your own. When he disappears into his own apartment, you sigh, closing your own door behind you. You lean against the frame, letting out a shaky breath, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It’s been so long since you’ve held any genuine interest in someone, you feel almost giddy.

That is until you see Minho, leaning against the corner of the kitchen wall, watching you with his cheshire smirk.

“Dinner tomorrow, huh?” He asks, walking into the kitchen and scooping himself the last of the pasta.

“What about it?” You retort, not giving in to that pestering look in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure it’ll be good, considering Chan clearly made this,” Minho says, shoveling some of the pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard.

“Save it, the lady at the front desk told me you almost set the apartment on fire,” Minho laughs as you pour the wine.

You let out a groan, handing him his glass. “God dammit.”

“Don’t blame her though,” he smiles, leaning back and taking a sip. “I wouldn’t have believed you could have cooked that anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Had me fooled for a second there though,” he says, patting you on the head. “But more importantly, you like Chan huh?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Nice hickey, by the way,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows.

You pull up the collar of your shirt, casting him a glare. “Okay, maybe I do,” you shrug. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” he replies, before taking a second to think. “Just please don’t fuck him or anything tomorrow. Walls are thin.”

You laugh, taking your glass of wine and flopping yourself back down on the living room couch.

“Shut up, Minho.”

~

thanks for reading loves <3

[lost-inthedream]

SF9 as husbands

☆★ Requested for the writing party

This is pure fluff ^^

➹ Youngbin:

Married life with Binnie includes:

Making your own dinner or ordering it to eat at home in a random Friday when you both just want to chill. I can see you two drinking after the meal is finished and standing by the window while having little talks. Sometimes you get emotional, because the wine hits and brings back some memories. Binnie can keep quite detailed memories of the day you first kissed.

He being overprotective with you and forgetting to take care of himself. As a result, at some point, he catches a terrible cold and you take care of him like a baby.

Also watching too many dramas, having grave conversations about the characters and the shit they are doing, but often falling asleep into each other arms when you watch it in your bed

➹ Inseong:

Married life with Seongie includes:

Planning trips with so many details that it would be impossible to any human or non human being to execute it perfectly (you probably plan everything out from a brainstorming). Anyways the plans are only for the fun of being surprised.

He complaining about his designated household chores, insisting that yours are better than his. Just to the two of you swap tasks and he eventually notice that keeping the house organized will not get magicaly easier.

Having so many inside jokes related to your life together that sometimes people do not even understand what you are talking about. Sometimes you look a chaotic couple but it is only because you are not ashamed of looking dorks.

➹Jaeyoon:

Married life with Jae includes:

Having some exercise routine together, preferentially outside, so you can see the nature, the birds, other people. Sometimes you look more like buddies than a married couple, because you are so giggly and playful on the streets. Maybe the two of you have a puppy that you walk on Saturday mornings as well.

He being naturally seductive to the supermarket cashier without noticing, and you consequently getting jealous. In the second you tell him that you are jealous, he looks into your eyes with the most sincere eyes and you know you are his one and only.

Throwing a party at your place to celebrate your first anniversary plus gifting your cherish guests with homemade souvenirs.

➹ Dawon:

Married life with Sanghyuk includes:

Him doing impersonations of you while doing the household chores. He swears to God that you hold the broom in a weird specific way and it is so ridiculous. You do not feel annoyed for real but definitely slaps him softly on the shoulders. He does not mind keeping your house organized though.

If you ever leave the house without kissing him or saying “I love you” he gets insecure. You have to pay attention repeat it a lot of times when you come back!!

Him sending you so many messages just to ask you where you have put his belongs. However, he always take those chances to say how much he misses you. “Come back fast!”

➹ Rowoon:

Married life with Seokwoo includes:

Him bringing home piles of script paper to study, spending hours with them. Then he shows up out of the blue to tell you a random line of his current drama. You look at him blank faced (because I feel like he would do it millions of times) still, he bursts into laugh every time, swearing that you are so funny.

Him panicking when you sneeze more the two times in a roll. "I’m taking a day off to take care of you, babe. Don’t worry. Do you think I should stay home tomorrow too, because mayb-"

Seokwoo stealing your food from your dish when you look to the side. You're so tired of your work day but still manage to smile at his cute face.

➹ Zuho:

Married life with Ju includes:

You dealing with all the bugs or little animals that show up in your house. He swears to God that it is a terrible invasion. Maybe he calls you one or two times locked inside a room because there is a spider in the living room.

Him having a studio in your house. Sometimes he works late in the night and every time you fall asleep in the couch there, mysteriously you find yourself tugged in your shared bed a few hours later.

Juho offering to carry you and pick you up everywhere. Also you having a lot off car rides just for the sake of being together and talk. These rides are the best moments to announce news and ideas that came to mind during the weekdays.

➹ Yoo Taeyang:

Married life with Yangie includes:

Decorating your house with cute little plants he manifests the most pure love for. Also he often comes back home with new orchides saying they are gifts for you when you know that, in fact, they are for himself. You pretend that you do not suspect. I feel like he would enjoy living in a place full of freshness. A collection of good scents to spray in the rooms and in your sheets is a must.

Having a large room so you could dance together on the weekend. Your playlist would be quite diversified, but mainly fulfilled with romantic hits (new and old ones).

Him being so clumsy that it makes you afraid of letting him alone in the kitchen. Do not worry, he becomes a trustful human with the time.

➹ Hwiyoung

Married life with Kyun includes:

The two of you being in the same room but giving attention to your own hobbies. Sometimes he just gets distracted as he looks at you and you are so pretty, mesmerizing. You notice him looking and send kisses through the air.

Long serious conversations about every step you have to take in your careers. He often asks if you are okay with some decision of him and he likes when you do the same. Nevertheless, he rarely desagree at something you want to do.

The two of you can have your time alone at any moment you need. You propably had a hard time, before you settled such accord, because he suddenly stayed so silent without explaing you anything. However, once you two have an agreement, you shower him in kisses everytimes he comes out of his cave back to you.

➹ Chani:

Married life with Chani includes:

His name is already cute, I can’t make it cuter!

Everybody thinking he is cold because he is not that into PDA, but he is actually the ultimate caring husband, he often offers you some help or just make something for you. He loves when you thank him with smooches! You get him smiling like a baby

Him pretending that he forgot your first anniversary. You are so sure that he really did, because the dude does not even know his members birthdays. But in the end he has planned the most intimate thing based on your own thoughts of a perfect day.

You guys needing two blankets (one for each of you) because you noticed that you have been waking up cold every night.

[lady-literature]

I rewrite Sky High

okay so, disclaimer: sky high was actually pretty damn good for it’s time and a lot of the plot twists/tropes used in it were still just starting out and not as commonplace as they are today. so 10/10 really good movie.

Also as i was writing this, it turned into half analysis of what’s already in the movie and half things I would change about the movie so,,, yeah. enjoy!

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So the point about Sky High is that and the way the school and hero society as a whole works, is that you, as the audience, are supposed to look at it and know that it’s a flawed system. We’re supposed to see it as an injustice that kids are sorted into hero or sidekick- Sorry, I mean ‘Hero Support,’ on your first day of school based on something you can’t even control.

(This movie was my hero academia-ing it up before it was cool.)

Anyway, the movie calls a lot of attention to it in the beginning, but then doesn't actually give it the resolution it deserves in the end. Which, not cool guys.

The Hero/Sidekick debacle is, on the whole, a very thinly veiled metaphor for the problems minorities face. Specifically, those of the alphabet mafia, or LGBTQ, as we’re more commonly known.

There are a lot of examples for this so I’ll speed through the big ones real quick:

Will’s nerves regarding not having attraction to girls superpowers?

The way he tries to fake having an attraction to girls superpowers to get approval from his dad?

Being literally outed in front of his whole class (by someone named Boomer no less) and then immediately trying to hide it from his parents as long as possible?

The constant references to being a ‘late bloomer’. Doesn’t it remind you of the common phrases: ‘it’s just a phase’ or ‘don’t worry. You’ll start liking [opposite gender] eventually.’ ?

The scene in the kitchen, right after Will introduces the Sidekick Squad (and yes, that is what I’ll be referring to them as for the rest of this essay tumblr post). Will is so obviously trying to gauge how his dad is going to take his friends being sidekicks and also him being a sidekick. I just, this is so blatantly a coming out scene? How does anybody not see it as that?

(also the dad talking so offhandedly about bigotry and the hatred his own father had for sidekicks??? Who else has been there?)

Will telling his dad that he doesn’t care, that he’s proud of being gay to be a sidekick is just,,, *chef’s kiss*

With all of this backing behind Will and him growing into not being ashamed of his lack of powers, My first change would be that Will does not, in fact receive his father’s super strength. It’s just such a cop out! The movie had all this amazing build up, and this brilliant metaphor it could have used and, instead, they threw it all away.

The sudden acquisition of powers and immediate acceptance by his peers, feels too close to someone being ‘fixed’. That Will wasn’t good enough the way he was and had to be better, had to be his father in order to be good enough.

So, no. Will remains powerless.

Instead of the revelation of ‘he’s strong’, we get to let the Sidekick Squad shine.

Lash and Speed still cause a fight between Warren and Will, but when Will is under the table, the sidekicks actually do something.

Will knocks the table over (not, like, lifting Warren up but something closer to pushing him off. I mean, even I could push upwards from underneath a table fast enough that if someone is standing on it, they’d lose their balance and fall to the ground) and that starts things.

The Sidekick Squad all grab forgotten lunch trays or cartons of milk or something and throw it at Warren. It isn’t long then that the whole scene devolves into a food fight (Zach, at least, does not have good aim and probably hits a bystander accidentally, drawing more people in, until the whole cafeteria is involved.) The fight turns into something more playful, but still with that bit of an undertone of trying to actually hurt each other.

Ethan melts at one point and (accidentally) causes Warren to slip and land on his back, Magenta probably punches someone (not Warren) and Zach is just mouthing off to anybody who gets close enough. Near the end, right before Principal Powers shows up, Layla finally gets the right idea and just fire extinguishes the shit out of Warren.

(Side note here: I am very much also nixing the Layla crushes on Will plotline. I love best friends to lovers just as much as the next person but… no. Let kids see boy/girl friendships! 

Instead, I will be inserting a Layla/Warren love story and you can consider this the first scene on the road for that.)

Anyway, the whole Sidekick Squad plus Warren ends up in the detention room and all of them are covered in food. Right after Principal Powers leaves, the Sidekick Squad is immediately talking excitedly to each other about how cool they just were and what they did. Basically it’s very wholesome and they’re all hyping each other up and then one of them, Layla or Will, excitedly turns to Warren and goes, ‘and that thing you did with the fireballs? God! I don’t think Lash is going to have any eyebrows for a month’ and the tension between them all but drops.

Warren, of course, tries to push them away and not get involved with their ridiculousness, but the Sidekick Squad is stubborn and by the end of detention, everyone but Warren is in agreement that he’s a part of the Squad now. They will not leave him alone. They also start hanging out at the Paper Lantern all the time just to annoy/make fun of him in that loving way friends do.

(I just want Warren to be a part of the Squad guys. Will calls him his best friend at the end but what did the movie actually do to show they were friends? Nothing, that’s what. I want that fixed.)

So the cafeteria fight boosts the whole Squad’s reputation, right? People think those sidekicks are pretty cool, and they get their fifteen minutes of fame. Only… Will gets a little hooked on the feeling of being popular. He doesn’t want to be a capital-h Hero or anything! But, well… he’d be lying if he didn’t like people thinking he was cool.

The others don’t really care all that much about being cool, but Will does. He hates that he does but what is he supposed to do? He can’t change how he feels. So he starts trying to make himself more popular and sometimes tries dragging his friends into stupid schemes.

And then enter stage right, one Gwen Grayson.

I prefer Gwen being Royal Pain’s daughter, actually. A girl who would’ve had no stock in this fight but her mother, who is sickly and weak and survives mostly because her daughter takes care of her, practically brainwashes Gwen to do her bidding.

Gwen is a minion here, and also, perhaps, a victim.

At first, she follows her mom’s orders and charms Will into dating her. She also feeds into his desire to gain popularity but can’t, in this world, break him from his friends. Actually, Will brings Gwen along to the Sidekick Squad hangouts and, slowly, she becomes a part of the group too.

She starts to doubt her mother. Starts to care for Will and the Squad.

She throws the party, and the Squad is all invited (trying to break them up isn’t conducive to the Plan her mother has anyway and wouldn’t work besides) but she lures Will away to make out and… other things, and he brings her to the Sanctum for privacy just like before. She still steals the pacifier (or whatever death ray equivalent you want idk) but she and Will don’t break up at the end of the night.

It’s not actually until two days later, right before the dance is going to start, does Gwen decide she can’t stand back and let this happen anymore. She spills the whole plot and her betrayal to Will when he comes to pick her up for the dance. She’s crying and apologizing and basically expecting to be hated forever by the only people she thinks ever actually liked her.

And, well. Will is furious at her for lying but there’s more important things to deal with at the moment. They’ll talk more about this and he’ll be angry, but that’s all going to be later. Right now they have a school to save so he grabs her hand and starts running to warn the rest of their friends.

Things happen mostly as canon from that point with minor changes.

It’s Warren who pulls Layla into a kiss before they all split off into groups, telling her to kick ass and stay safe before sprinting off after Speed. There have been scenes throughout the movie where the two are very obviously getting closer and are into each other. And then, before the dance, while Gwen and Will we’re technically going as a couple, the whole Squad was going as a group.

When Warren and Layla saw each other all dolled up, it’s very cliché. Warren says she looks nice and Layla visibly gulps at his outfit of a button down and suit pants, sleeves rolled up to his elbows (because homeboy does not wear a full tux you can fight me on this).

And also, Will doesn’t fight Royal Pain by himself. Instead, Gwen is there with him and they don’t fight with super strength. Gwen’s been helping Will build an arsenal of gadgets a la Batman and the two face off against her mom together, Gwen with her powers, and Will acting as half support and half as a watered-down Batman who still needs some more training before he’s totally polished.

The school falls from the sky, but Gwen buys them time by keeping the anti gravs working through sheer force of will, while Will holds off her mom from attacking her while she’s vulnerable and concentrating. Magenta eventually kills the EMP or whatever it was, and the day is saved.

Gwen passes out, cause ~drama~ but she ends up okay so don’t worry. She’s just exhausted. 

The sidekicks get their recognition and then immediately bounce because dances suck and they all agree that they should go to the Paper Lantern instead to celebrate cause they’re tired, alright? Saving the day is hard.

So it’s all of them, a little battered and bruised and exhausted, crowded into this corner booth and laughing and being kids. The camera does it’s fade to comic book page thing, and the narration is something more along the lines of:

“Royal Pain and her cronies got locked away. Gwen and I talked things out, and she’s getting help for all the stuff her mom did to her. We’re taking things slow in the meantime.

The school is undergoing a lot of changes to the curriculum and getting rid of the whole ‘hero/sidekick’ divisions. (Mostly at the urging of my parents… and Layla). Next year is going to look a lot different, I think.

But it’ll be a good different, just like we are. None of us were what we were expected to be, and, I think, we’re going to keep defying expectations. There’s a whole world out there that needs changing.

And I can’t think of a better group of friends to do it with.”

THE END

(just give me found family saves the day by being themselves rather than somebody else, give me them saving the day because they care about each other, give me them fighting for what’s right and fixing things. please i am b e g g i n g.)

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Additional nitpicks that are small but Very Important to Me

Coach Boomer is still called coach Boomer because there is no way I am missing out on the ‘okay, boomer’ jokes

Layla stays like Layla, but i’d like for the movie to stop trying to make her seem annoying for her beliefs or like she’s wrong to be so vocal about them. Her caring about things that are wrong ends up as the butt of too many jokes and i… do not like that.

Why so many dad/son scenes? Why this janky imbalance parenting dynamic between the Strongholds. Knock that shit off. I want happy functional family thank you very much

Mr Boy and the mad scientist are very obviously in a relationship

Wait, actually: mr boy, mad scientist and Boomer are al in a poly relationship and are ridiculous about it

I’d like to see more of the sidekick classes going over like, ‘the boring’ parts of the job, and teaching the kids how to deal with the aftermath of the heroes heroics, just to hammer in the fact that the system is fucked up and that it’s messed up that the heroes get all the recognition while the sidekicks are left to clean up the mess

Use actual 14 year old actors? These kids look like seniors.

Or, if you want more ‘mature’ characters make it so sky high is like,,, a finishing school or smth. Something kids 16 and over go to.

(What the fuck kind of parent thinks that their freshman child dating a senior is a good idea?? An almost adult coming onto a fourteen year old??? Are you trying to make Will’s parents (particularly the dad) seem like irresponsible assholes??)

Gwen is, at most, a year above Will in this rewrite, kay?

[crazybutgood]

International Tea Day!

(Drarry tea blend by Ela Spearlot)

International Tea Day is celebrated on 15th Dec in many tea-producing countries since 2005. Apparently, the UN changed the date to 21 May this year and I didn’t know until recently :( Oh well, I’m still going to celebrate it today, and I thought I’d use this opportunity to do something using two of my absolute favourite things: tea and Drarry. Here are some lovely fics involving tea that will warm you up like a good, steaming cuppa <3 (special thanks to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for her great feedback and for helping me put this together, and to @sitp-recs for your helpful tips and kind words)

Bite-sized:

Tea at three by @dorthyanndrarry​ (T, ~8.9k)

Draco Malfoy is the head potion brewer for the Ministry's onsite supply. Every day at three he goes to the nearest break room which coincidentally happens to be the auror break room, where he always seems to run into Harry Potter, who might also be waiting just for him. It's most certainly not the highlight of his day and he certainly doesn't hold anything other than friendly feelings towards Potter. It's just tea. Nothing more than tea at three.

A sweet fic where these two dorks finally get together with some help from their friends. Warnings for blood and injury in one scene.

A special blend of you and me by germankitty (T, 4.5k)

Draco finds a bunch of letters in Professor Snape's effects that were written by Lily Evans to her best friend at school, Marlene McKinnon. He passes them on to Harry, who consequently starts his own correspondence with Draco. (inspired by Tea and Lost Letters: Lily to Marlene by Kikimay)

A charming epistolary fic, featuring a great selection of teas, snarky and amusing letters that become progressively less formal and more intimate, and a delightful surprise by Draco at the end.

Portkey for Tea by @lettersbyelise (T, ~1.8k)

Draco is doing a two months residency at a Wizarding hospital in San Diego. Harry misses him too much to wait for him to come back to England.

How far would you travel for a special someone a cup of tea? Lovely established relationship fic with the two missing each other and Harry doing something about it.

Red Roses and Rousing Rumours by @dracogotgame (T, ~1.4k)

Draco's taste for rose water tea puts him in hot water.

A super cute one-shot where a misunderstanding on Harry’s part leads to Draco snagging a date with him (after being asked out in the sweetest way!)

Prompts: I love you - Over a Cup of Tea by @cibeewastaken (G, 362)

(this was my ask lol) Short one-shot of soft moments and tea flowers.

Prompts: I love you - On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair by @cibeewastaken (G, 745)

Another lovely one-shot with sun tea and little Teddy trying to cheer Draco up. Featuring Teddy’s sweet innocence, shy boys in love and a confession that will warm your heart.

Why Is Our Teapot Wearing a Hat? by @ladderofyears (G, microfic, 50)

Adorable microfic based on the prompt ‘cosy’.

Rotten work by @prolix- (T, 792)

You start to cry after the war.

You tell Ron and Hermione that it's nothing, that it'll pass. You're just exhausted. It’s more than that, of course it is, but they don't question it. And you learn to hide the fact that you can still be found hunched over your kitchen sink after a party, fat tears rolling down your face, years after the war has passed.

He knows better.

Heart-achingly beautiful fic with lovely tea metaphors. Featuring sad yet tender moments between the boys, healing and hope. Warnings for implied/referenced PTSD, angst, crying and hurt/comfort)

Curl up with a cuppa to enjoy these longer fics:

Where There is Tea by @bafflinghaze (T, ~12.6k)

Somewhere in London, overlooking a garden, sits a little tea room. There, Harry finds tea, distraction, books, conversation, inspiration, himself, and Draco Malfoy.

Featuring Tea Master!Draco and Writer!Harry, this is a heartwarming story of supportive friends, coming out, self-discovery and a lovely buildup of friendship between Harry and Draco that blossoms into something more. Lots of amazing and familiar teas to look out for that you wish you were tasting along with the patrons at Draco’s tea shop.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, ~70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Draco’s stuck in a time loop until he figures out what he has to do to get out of it — learning, growing and becoming a better person with much help from his mother, Hagrid, and Harry, and conversations over tea.

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl (M, ~71.6k)

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out. 

Advent fic 2016.

Harry has bizarre adventures with Knight Bus conductor Draco and the lovely passengers. A cosy Christmas advent getting-together fic featuring fun bus rides and on-board tea.

Special mention of fics that I associate with tea also kind of in order to remember them:

For the greater good by @jadepresley (E, ~62k)

When Harry and Draco discover they’ve been bonded to one another, neither one of them is prepared for the secrets they slowly begin to uncover.

Together, they learn that they can’t escape their past, or the things that have been left hidden there, and that sometimes the only way to move forward is to look back.

An accidental bonding fic that I absolutely adore

Malfoy rolls his eyes. “I’m not a monster, Potter, you arsehole. Though I do think you’re delusional if you think the whole wizarding world doesn’t love you.”

Harry shakes his head. “No. They love the idea of me. They love the stories. But they don’t… they don’t know how I take my tea in the morning, do they?”

“Excuse me?”

Harry flushes. He hadn’t meant to say that. Bloody Firewhisky. “It’s just this thing I believe. And Emmet — my ex — never knew. It’s… nevermind, you’ll think it's stupid.”

“That’s definitely possible,” Malfoy agrees seriously. “But you should tell me anyway.”

“You’re a prat, you know,” Harry tells him. Malfoy just smirks, making Harry sigh. “Fine,” he concedes. “It’s just... The way you take your tea is one of those small details about yourself that no one else would really know unless they asked. But... someone who really gives a shit about you would know — they’d ask or they’d notice — because they’d care enough to want to know. And Emmet... well, he just never cared enough about me to learn how I take my tea.”

I love that this fic uses this idea, partly also because this is something I’ve thought of too, not just for romantic relationships but relationships in general, and I was so happy to see it used in this fic.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound (E, ~149.5k)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Discovering this fic was one of the best things ever. It’s an emotional roller coaster. Harry and Draco eventually go from polite coworkers, to tentative friends, to lovers — of course with a lot of drama and angst in between. These two bicker about so many things. One of them is how Harry never makes the tea hot enough, and it’s used throughout the fic in many important and special moments of their relationship.

Happy reading!

[ificanthaveu]

Paper Rings || Shawn Mendes

Description: After a little too much procrastination, your boyfriend helps you learn a craft to teach your students. Very loosely based off Paper Rings by Taylor Swift.

A/N: I have had just “paper rings” sitting in my notes literally since Lover came out. Then I added a quick one line of what I wanted to happen a few months later. And FINALLY the other day, inspiration struck and I came up with this cute lil thing. ALSO the fact that there’s absolutely no angst in this??? who am i??? Hope you love it anyway :)

Word Count: 2.6k

“Have you chosen your activity for the Fall Festival next week?” The principal of your school asked as she poked her head into your room. 

You looked up from the dense pile of worksheets you were grading before you looked at your calendar next to you to see that the due date was tomorrow. 

“Shoot, no, I haven’t,” you said through a sigh as you set your pen down and leaned back in your chair, cracking your knuckles and stretching out your back just to glance at the time and see it was already after 5:00.

She walked in and sat at the chair next to your desk and glanced down at the papers. 

“Are you doing ok?” She asked with a small smile. “I know the first year teaching can be hard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you said with a quick head nod. “Guess it’s my fault for assigning so much work.”

“It happens,” she said with a shrug as she picked one of the worksheets up to look at the math you were teaching your second-graders. 

“I guess I just got caught up in things at home and got distracted from the many things I hadn’t graded yet,” you explained. 

“Everything ok at home?” She asked hesitantly. 

“Oh, yeah! I didn’t mean to sound like that was a bad thing. My boyfriend just travels a lot, so I get caught up in it every now and then,” you said as you glanced down at the framed photo on your desk from a vacation you took the summer before. 

“Well, I know everyone is going to tell you to keep those two things separate, but it’s hard not to. As long as the two of you understand that you both have your own things to take care of, the rest falls into place. He seems like a really great guy,” she offered. 

“Thanks, Beth,” you responded as you started packing up some of the papers in hopes of finishing a few more tonight once you got home. 

She stood up with you, handing back the worksheet and giving you one last smile and wave before heading out of the room. 

You let out a sigh as you checked your phone to see a few messages from Shawn asking when you’d be home. You sent him a response that you were on your way before locking up your classroom and going home.

You could smell the pasta coming from the kitchen the moment you opened the door. John Mayer was playing through the speakers as you walked through the dining room, instantly feeling relaxed.

“Hey,” you said softly as you walked up to Shawn stirring the sauce on the stovetop. 

He looked up at you and smiled before leaning closer to press a quick kiss to your cheek before turning off the burners. 

“Just a few more minutes, and dinner will be ready,” he said before straining the pasta. 

“Sounds good,” you said before setting your stuff down in your room and making your way back to him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind as he rested one of his hands on top of both of yours, your cheek pressed firmly against his back.

“You ok?” He asked cautiously, craning his neck back to get a peak of you. 

You let out a sigh and nodded your head as best you could. 

“Yeah, just a long week,” you mumbled.

Shawn’s grip tightened against your hand as he mixed the pot once more before turning around and placing his hands against your cheeks.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, his breath fanning over your lips. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before saying, “Yeah.”

So Shawn scooped the pasta on to two plates and poured two glasses of wine (“I know it’s a Thursday, but you can’t have pasta without wine. That would be a crime,” he claimed when you fought him on opening a new bottle) and met you at the table where you now sat in running shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“It’s my first year teaching, and I get that they can’t teach you everything in college, but shit, I feel like I know nothing sometimes,” you ranted as you poked at your food. “And then on top of the actual teaching, you have to make sure the kids are ok mentally and everything is ok at home and they have materials outside of class to work with and now I need a craft for the damn Fall Festival.”

“A craft?” Shawn questioned after setting down his glass. 

You sighed before leaning back in your chair. 

“Yeah, there’s a day in the fall where the kids do a different activity in each room. I was told about this weeks ago, and I still don’t know what to do,” you said. 

“Any ideas at all?” He questioned. 

“I’ve been thinking we can just meditate, so I can sit in silence but something tells me elementary schoolers wouldn’t think it’s that fun,” you said. 

Shawn stifled a laugh as he nodded his head, “Personally, I would be in, but I do realize I’m not seven.”

“Every time I thought I came up with something unique, I’d check the sheet and someone else already took it, so I’m open to absolutely anything you have,” you said as you set your fork down.

“You could just turn on music and do a dance party?”

“Taken. The music teacher came up with that one at lightning speed.”

“Hm, ok. What about just coloring? Do fall themed coloring pages?”

“Taken.”

“Friendship bracelets?”

“Taken.”

“Oh, huh, well…” he trailed off as he stared at the ceiling with a crease in his eyebrows. His hands flew up and back down to his legs dramatically. “Paper mache?” 

“Yuck, way too messy,” you said with a nose crinkle.

“Origami?” He said with eyebrows raised. 

You cocked your head to the side and studied his excited expression as you thought about it. 

“That could actually work,” you said quietly as you grabbed your laptop from the counter to look at the sign-up sheet. “And no one has it!”

“Perfect! Easy! You can do those little fortune things!” He said, making the back and forth gestures with his hands to get his point across. 

“I feel like I could tailor it to the grades, too. Like the Kindergarteners could do something easy like a basic paper airplane, and the fifth-graders could do something more complicated like those little swans,” you said as you started to pull up instructions. 

“Do you know how to do any origami?” Shawn asked as he peered over at your screen. 

“No, not at all,” you said. “Well, I used to be able to do it when I was younger. I was actually pretty good, but I can only remember how to make a heart now.”

“Well, you’ve got some learning to do,” Shawn said as he grabbed your plate and glass. 

“We have some learning to do,” you corrected him as you shot him a sweet smile. 

He leaned against the counter and looked at you from across the room with a deadpan look on his face. 

“We?”

“We.”

He sighed and hung his head before looking back up at you. 

“You know I’d do anything for you, and you take advantage of that a lot,” he pointed out. 

“I know,” you returned as you continued opening up new windows to look for new shapes. 

“And to think if you didn’t procrastinate, we could’ve just made a child-friendly playlist to dance to,” he whispered in your ear as he leaned on the back of your chair, looking over your shoulder.

“Don’t talk about it,” you squealed as he pressed kisses down the side of your neck.

The next night the two of you had patterned origami paper and instruction sheets scattered across the kitchen table as you both attempted to learn how to make a chair for the chair and table set you were going to have the third graders make. 

“I’m confused. What does this arrow mean?” Shawn asked you as he pointed to one of the pictures. 

“You tuck it into the slot,” you said as you showed him yours. 

“I don’t have a slot.”

You looked up from your nearly finished chair to see that he was right. He had no slot. 

“How did you manage to do that?” You asked him as you studied his shape. 

“I have absolutely no idea,” he said as he stared at it with you. 

You tossed it in the trash bag before either of you could think about it any longer. 

“Hey,” Shawn said softly as he stared at the trash bag. 

“I already have it figured out, so you don’t have to keep struggling,” you said as you placed your small chair in front of him. 

“It’s so cute,” he said quietly as he placed it by the table he had figured out a half-hour ago. 

“Ok, now let’s work on this jewelry set for the fifth-grade girls,” you said as you placed a packet in front of him. 

He flipped through it and scanned over the directions. 

“A packet?” He questioned as he gave you a look. 

“Yep,” you said through a yawn.

“I think we should call it a night,” he said as he pushed the pages toward the center of the table. 

“No, let’s just keep going,” you said as you widened your eyes for a second as you stared at the directions. 

After a few moments of silence and Shawn waiting for you to buckle, you finally did. 

“Ok, let’s go to bed,” you finally mumbled after crumpling the half-done charm. 

“That’s what I thought,” Shawn said as he stood up and held his hand out for you. 

You gripped onto his hand as he pulled you to your room, pulling you under the covers with him immediately. You landed on top of him, your legs settling on either side of his waist as you buried your head into his chest and his hand ran up and down your back.

“I’m so proud of you,” Shawn whispered as his other hand tangled into the ends of your hair.

You adjusted your head so you could look up at him.

“Thanks, bub,” you said back just as softly. 

“I could just never do what you do,” he started, shaking his head for a moment before continuing. “Like, the stories you tell me and the kids you’ve bonded with and the influence you have on them. You’re really making a difference in these kids’ lives. I don’t think you notice that as much as other people do.”

You stayed quiet as you mulled over what Shawn had just said. 

“I just feel like sometimes I’m still not doing enough,” you mumbled.

“Hey,” Shawn whispered harshly, tapping your back to get you to look at him. “It’s your first year, and you’re doing the best you can. The kids love you and feel comfortable with you and they’re making progress and that’s all that matters.”

You stayed quiet, choosing to stare at your dresser instead of Shawn, 

“[Y/N],” he mumbled. 

Before you could answer, he flipped you over, hovering on top of you as you looked up at him. 

“You’re an amazing teacher, and you’re only going to get better and better. I love you, and I love what you do,” he said before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, too,” you said as he smiled down at you. “And I am a good teacher.”

He laid back down next to you, pulling you against his side before you looped one of your legs around his.

“The best teacher,” he repeated. “And soon the best teacher who also does some decent origami.”

The next morning, the two of you dove into the jewelry packet as you drank your coffee. Shawn figured out the star charm pretty quickly as you worked on a heart version. Shawn eventually moved onto a ring as you folded small pieces together to make a bracelet. 

“This is stupid,” you mumbled as you added the last piece and throw it in the middle of the table. 

“I think it’s gorgeous,” Shawn said as he picked it up and tried to slip it onto his own wrist. 

“It was made to fit a fourth-grader,” you pointed out.

“Are you saying I don’t have the hands of a fourth-grader?” He said as he gave you a pointed look.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you said as you flipped to the ring instructions as well.

“Done,” Shawn proclaimed as you barely made your first fold. 

You glanced up at him to see him proudly holding out the ring in front of him. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled as you tried the next step.

Shawn grabbed your hand before you could make the next fold and slipped the ring onto your left ring finger. You looked from him to the paper ring as he just stared at it. 

“It looks good there,” he said softly as he ran his thumb along the top of it. 

“Yeah, it does,” you replied as you looked back up at him. 

Comfortable silence flowed between the two of you as Shawn continued to hold your hand in his. After a moment he cleared his throat and pulled away, moving to work on the final piece and leaving the ring on your finger. 

You didn’t take it off. 

And it stayed there as the two of you finished learning all of the steps and packing up the paper and instruction packets to bring to school with you on Monday. 

After spending the rest of the day cleaning up the house after a long week, Shawn laid in bed and waited for you, scrolling through his phone. 

You shut the door behind you before you crawled in next to Shawn and buried your head in his shoulder with your arm draped over his middle. 

“You’re still wearing this?” Shawn asked as he fiddled with the paper ring still on your finger. 

“Mhm,” you mumbled as you held it up. “I always wanted a pink paper ring.”

“Think we can switch it out for this one?” Shawn said as he pulled out a black velvet box. 

Your breathing stopped as he opened the box to show you your dream ring. 

You shot up as your hand flew to your mouth. Shawn slowly sat up as well, holding the box tightly in his hands. 

“Will you marry me?” He asked with a genuine smile on his face as tears streamed down your face. 

“Yes,” you choked out as you lunged on top of him, wrapping yourself around him as he held you tightly. 

You leaned back in his lap, holding your shaking hand out as he removed the paper ring and slipped on the new one. 

“Much better,” he whispered before finally pressing his lips to yours. 

“I would’ve married you with the paper one,” you whispered against his lips as he smiled. 

“I’m well aware. That’s why I had to switch it out as soon as possible,” he said through a laugh before you pressed another kiss to his lips to shut him up.

“I think I like this one a little better,” you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder and looked down at the ring. 

“Only a little?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I have to keep you humble.”

You could feel him laugh against your shoulder before the two of you moved back to laying down. 

“Do you want me to make your wedding band out of origami?” You asked him after a moment of silence. 

“Absolutely not.”

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[solomonish]

Wow, you're making me reconsider everything with the polycule.... adding asmo is really... thought provoking lol

So, considering the whole asmo thing happening after lucifer x mc x solomon is already something established, how do you think the 3 of them would even get together? Somehow I think it would be easier to add solomon or mc to the mix if one of them have something going on with lucifer

well, nonnie, i think there are lots of ways that this could happen, but i’m just going to tell you my favorite one that i just came up with (mixed with a little brainstorming from earlier). and actually i think i like this idea that starts with solomon and MC but i’m totally open to hearing other opinions!

(underneath a read more because it’s a LONG BOY)

so i guess it starts with mc having been with at least lucifer before, or considered it. they’re crushing on him. and it also assumes that solomon is chill with dalliances and it’s all about the conversation (which it’s all about anyway but. the base assumption is that there is no barrier of traditional views on relationships to hurdle.)

i like to imagine solomon crushing on MC for whatever reasons (to keep things vague we’ll go with they have obvious main character syndrome but have fun with your own personal mc) and he and mc get together first. and it’s you know dedicated and committed but there’s just this vibe of “ok, we could add another person if we wanted to”

and then they end up and want to.

Solomon, in dating MC, spends a lot more time at the HoL than before. Through a wacky series of mishaps, this translates into spending more time with Lucifer. It started as pestering him for a pact, then after curiously asking Lucifer about a spell he was reading up on, pestering him for spell tips, until they probably go through the antics of one of the brothers and discover “HMMM.....this guy isn’t so bad.” so they go from enemies to like. “i don’t seek out your company but i’m beginning to enjoy it.”

but Lucifer hasn’t stopped pining for MC. He loves deeply and truly, and them choosing someone else hurts his pride but isn’t enough to stop that love. He watches them from afar and find peace in the fact that mc seems to be happy. and would it really be so bad if Solomon turned out to be a decent guy? By virtue of aligning with MC, Solomon is now aligned with the bros. Not just Asmo, but all of them. In a roundabout way, but they’re getting there.

Things don’t stop getting juicy! You see, MC hasn’t been able to stop crushing on Lucifer the way any crushes on the other brothers (with the exception of maybe asmo) have faded. and they’re talking with Solomon about how he and Lucifer are getting along now and he’s bashful? omg. does Solomon LIKE lucifer? he does! he totally does!!

so MC and Solomon craft a plan - operation get lucifer to date us both!

It’s literally just the both of them spending more time together. Wow such geniuses over here (rolls eyes)

But MC and Solomon ask Lucifer for his expertise in magic, which Lucifer gives to them (he claims it’s more for MC than Solomon but he doesn’t mean that) and then they text him with “Hey! MC and I ordered lunch from Hell’s Kitchen, would you like this other meal?” and send him a picture of three takeout boxes on a picnic blanket. The next time there’s a school dance, Solomon even manages to sneak in a dance with Lucifer under the guise of some kind of power play thing going on. (He and MC nerd out over it for the rest of the night btw).

The true revelation of feelings on Lucifer’s end doesn’t come until a little while later.

It’s a bit of an awkward situation - MC invites Solomon over for movies, which would be fine if every other brother weren’t out and about. Beel is travelling to a distant Fangol game and Belphie is going to support him. Asmodeus and Mammon are out partying. Satan has decided to take an acquaintance up on their offer to go to this mountainside estate (bashfully averting people’s gazes when they find out it’s a murder mystery party and sleepover, despite that sounding awesome) and Leviathan is at once of his idol’s concerts. Lucifer is the only other brother home and tries to stay out of the way of the date.

But when he stops in the kitchen, MC and Solomon are there refilling their snacks. Both look happy to see him, and he isn’t displeased to see them - but wait, this is weird!! He has FEELINGS about this!!

It would be rude to turn around and leave, so he makes idle chit-chat, but now that they’re all friends it becomes an actual conversation. MC and Solomon invite him to watch this next movie with them - it’s an old classic from the human world both of them have managed to miss seeing, and it sounds like he might like it. Lucifer doesn’t want to third-wheel their date AT ALL, but he’s week to MC (and now Solomon too BUT NOBODY HAS TO ADMIT THAT) and he caves.

MC is in the middle, with Solomon pressed close to them. Lucifer is on their other side, keeping a respectful distance. The movie is good enough, but he can’t help but focus on how both of them are right there and this is a cruel twist of events. Then MC gets up to grab a drink or go to the bathroom, and when they come back they sit a little closer to Lucifer. Solomon follows them on instinct and soon enough MC is leaning up on Lucifer with Solomon leaning on them.

To make matters worse, both of them fall asleep.

And don’t they just look so peaceful? Wouldn’t it be nice to have both spectacular, impressive, amazing humans be his? Aren’t they just so precious and important that they’re worth protecting?

UH OH. FEELINGS ALERT.

Lucifer ends up leaving after making sure they’re both tucked in and drinks his feelings away probably, but whether or not Solomon and MC planned that date thing, they KNOW. They see the way Lucifer looks at them now. They know.

When they ask him to join them, it isn’t a big affair. It kind of feels like a business deal actually. And at first, there’s an adjustment period, but the crushing phase has made Solomon and MC masters at communicating and they patiently teach Lucifer to do the same.

At least that’s how I see it. There are about a million more ways this could go though!

[allthemarrowoflife]

my headcanons for harry and neville, a rarepair i just found out about but already think is the softest

this got Long but bear with me here, they're two of my golden era favourites and I'm a sucker for some peaceful and cute fluffy love

they become really close friends once both go back to hogwarts for eighth year. in the nights harry wakes up sweating from nightmares and neville just can't sleep, they sit in the common room together

sometimes they talk about the deep stuff neither ever had a chance to, knowing the other can relate to at least some of it. (it also helps that hermione has put everyone she knows in contact with some wizarding mental health clinics cause we all know she would). sometimes neville will ramble about random facts or interesting books about herbology and harry just sits there and watches the way his eyes shine when he's allowed to be passionate. sometimes harry will ramble about quidditch or DADA and neville will sit there and listen to the excitement in his voice. and sometimes they just sit in silence and enjoy the company

harry gives up on the ideia of becoming an auror (that boy has had enough action and danger in his life, let him have some peace and quiet), so minnie mcg and the current DADA professor write him a recommendation letter for the DADA course in the Advanced Studies Academy (I don't really care if that really exists in the wizarding world, to me it does and it's kinda like uni) and he's accepted. neville is recommended by professor sprout and minnie for the herbology course in the same Academy

instead of looking for flats separately in the same city, they talk and decide it would be simpler if they just shared. the summer after graduation is spent looking for flats. except they don't find any that actually feels like them and the city is so big and there's so much noise and crowds

so one afternoon, harry shows up at madam longbottom's doorstep and takes neville to see a place, all the way saying "look, it's not exactly a flat and it's not in the neighbourhood we were aiming for BUT trust me, you'll understand when you see it"

and that's how two 19-year-old boys end up moving to an old but charming cottage on the outskirts of a forest near a small lake. the main reasons they discarted all other options upon seeing it include but are not limited to: a big bright kitchen for harry to have fun in, a small greenhouse that needs some loving, lots of space for teddy to play in when he grows a bit and the half an hour distance to the city, which does wonders to both their introverted and anxious natures

they stock the house with plants, books and old vinils. the walls are filled with photos of their friends, families and professors. by the front door, there's the moving photo minnie gave them, the graduation photo of the class of 1978, with both their sets of parents, surrounded by friends, smiling. hanging in the living room there's a gryffindor-themed banner that dean painted as a housewarming gift. jumpers and flannel shirts are tossed over chairs to be picked up later. there's a warm blanket permanently kept on the couch for movie nights on the muggle telly. neville starts growing vegetables and spices so harry can cook without driving all the way to town every week. there's a weird pendant hanging over the back door that they don't even what is the purpose of but leave there anyway cause it's colorful and was a gift from luna

neither of them had good childhoods and neither were offered much affection and support growing up, so they manage to find that in each other. be it through physical affection, bringing home little things they think the other will like or simply saying nice stuff

they genuinely make each other better. they talk about the bad stuff and laugh about the good. neville is the soft voice and the hand on harry's arm that calm his temper, while harry is the hug and warm presence that ease neville's constant worry

their first kiss happens on the exact 0:00 minute between their birthdays while they're stargazing on the grass behind the cottage. teddy, who is staying with them for a few days, is peacefully sleeping in his brightly-painted room. the summer air is fresh around them. fireflies are loose. the kiss is soft and sweet. there's nothing of the fear of ruining their friendship, it just feels like a natural turn that doesn't really change much of their dynamic except for the fact that they can now openly stare at each others eyes and say sappy things

neville is panromantic and asexual and harry just knows he's bi but doesn't really care about all the sex stuff, so their relationship (which is official now) never really gets past kisses and caressing touches, but that's exactly how they want it

now let's please take a moment for the domestic scene: 185cm tall harry potter, saviour of the wizarding world and defense against the dark arts academic, drying cloth hanging from his shoulder, dancing around in their kitchen with 170cm tall neville longbottom, hero of the wizarding world and herbology academic, who has a spot of dirt on the tip of his nose and freckles from the spring sun lighting up the front garden. you're welcome.

a random afternoon right after they graduate (with honours) from the Advanced Studies Academy, minnie shows up for tea and casually drops the information that the DADA and herbology positions at hogwarts are now vacant

welcome to the hogwarts staff, professor potter and professor longbottom, it's not as if the other professors had been planning on this all along, of course, nothing of the sort

they still go back to the cottage for the weekends, summer and winter holidays, and take time to travel around the world, sometimes for research on their areas of expertise, sometimes just for fun. during the school year, they drop by the three broomsticks to catch up with hannah or do pub nights with their friends

one summer night, they're watching a muggle movie cuddled on the couch and neville blurts out "haz, do you ever think about getting married?". that's how they got engaged. the ceremony and party are small and both held on their own backyard. teddy carries the rings and luna is the flower girl. they don't choose best-men and instead just divide their friends in two groups and call all of them the "grooms-maids"

they never get any pets, since they're basically only home like three months of the year. harry splits teddy's custody with andromeda cause she's old and definitely can use some help. ginny marries luna, dean marries seamus, lavender (who is alive and proud of her scar and eventual wolfish inclination) marries parvati, ron marries hermione. they're all happy, healthy and constantly meeting up

they have teddy every weekend and holidays

they go for family lunch at the burrow every sunday

they manage to be vastly different and absurdly alike at the same time, as seamus once put out

they're soft and happy and comfortable and ridiculously in love

the fan base for this pair is so small and I don't even know their shipp name (I've read "pottbottom" somewhere but I don'tthink there's one single name for them ) however I am totally converted, give me all the harry x neville soft content

also, I obviously made a playlist cause nothing in my head functions without a soundtrack so here

[thotsforvillainrights]

Thanksgiving with the Shie Hassaikai headcanons? Can we also pretend Pops is awake for this too? 🥺

(No worries! We always pretend Pops is awake because I live in a constant state of denial where I pretend Kai isn’t an asshole that put him in a coma. Anyway lol, let’s just pretend you work for the Hassaikai for this one! Ps: I was hoping someone would request this)

~Thanksgiving with the Hassaikai~

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-Although you’ve only been employed to the Hassaikai for 10 months so far, everyone already knew your personality well enough to see this coming. That’s why when you called an emergency meeting, nobody was surprised at your request for celebrating Thanksgiving together. However, that didn’t make it easy for getting everyone to agree. Rappa, Tabe, Deidoro, Pops, and Toya were excited for it! Hojo, Tengai, Nemoto, and Chrono were indifferent and didn’t mind trying it. The only complaints were from Kai (as usual when you suggested something fun) and Mimic (who didn’t see the point in it). Thankfully Pops was delighted by you from the very moment you showed up at the base. So of course he was on your side. Since he was still the big boss, there was nothing anyone could do to deny you. 

-”Okay everyone is required to bring something so we can have a feast. Work in teams to get this stuff done, and I’ll do the assigning! So Pops, you don’t have to worry about a single thing okay? Don’t worry about getting anything together but if you absolutely want to then I don’t mind.” You smiled at him and he cheerfully nodded. “Okay here’s the line up: Rappa and Katsukame are in charge of the Turkey. I’m putting a lot of faith in you guys. The turkey is the star of the show and I need it done perfectly! Or at least...as good as you can manage. Tengai and Mimic can handle the devilled eggs. Deidoro and Hojo are in charge of getting the drinks. Please do not show up with only alcohol. In fact, I’m mainly counting on you Hojo to make sure Sakaki doesn’t do this. Now Tabe and Setsuno are in charge of getting the plates, cups, cutlery, and the deserts. Toya I’d focus on doing the deserts so Tabe won’t get tempted to eat them. Finally Overhaul and Chrono can get the side dishes. This includes Macaroni, Greens, Cranberry Sauce, any and all side meats like chicken or whatever. Ceaser salad, Potato salad, etc. You guys get the drift. The reason why I put so much on you is because I’m confident you guys can handle the load. Finally I’ll be working with Shin to get the Ham. That’s all! Any questions?” Immediately you got hands in the air.

Pops: “May I help make some of the main dishes?” He asked with slight puppydog eyes. Rather childlike for his old age, but you couldn’t deny him even if you wanted to. “Pops we just want you to relax as the head of the table, but if you really want to then you may attempt it.” 

Deidoro: “How much and what kind of alcohol am I in charge of?” His eyes were super focused causing you to laugh a bit. “Okay well let’s not go overboard first of all. It’s not like a Halloween party or anything wild like that. We’re getting together over dinner and expressing thanks for the things we received so graciously.” You explained. He paused and deadpanned. “So...just wine then?” ...”Yeah, just wine. And not the strong kind either. Maybe you can get a little Sake for yourself.”

Rappa: “Yes uh, how in the fuck am I supposed to cook this shit?” Katsukame punched his shoulder. “You big idiot, we bake it!” Rappa punched him back as a reply. “Fucking DUH, but like what kind of seasonings???” Katsukame punched him again. “Probably something not too heavy so we focus more of the fucking flavor of the dressing in side of it.” Rappa once again punched back as a rebuttal. “Fuck off, cilantro is all you had to say you bastard.” You immediately had to speak up between them before their playful banter would turn into an entire indoor death match. “Okay guys, don’t focus too hard on it. This is kinda western so just look up some recipes and videos please? And most importantly, always have a back-up turkey on hand just in case you guys mess up the first one.”

Kai: “Yeah I have a question. Where the hell do you get off on telling me what to do? I’m you’re boss and you’re just barely high enough up to even be considered a precept.” Pops immediately got up and slapped the back of Kai’s head. “Bite your tongue Chisaki and apologize!” Kai grumbled and bowed for a second while uttering a short apology. Chrono chuckled off to the side as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

Mimic: “Who’s wallet is this coming out of???” You smiled at him and he gulped. “Well not from our pay. We’ll call it a holiday event and pull from the reserves. The yakuza has been thriving lately under Pops of course. Unless anyone wants to donate?” You looked at Kai with fluttering lashes and he glared at you. “Fuck fine. I’ll cover the expenses on my end.” You smiled and nodded. 

-If only from that point on things could’ve went well but there were just too many obstacles of course. Not on you and Nemoto’s end of course! You two were efficient and quick. You got in and out of the grocery store in under 2 hours with the perfect ham. You agreed to go to his apartment to cook it together since the house kitchen at the base would go to Pops, Chrono, and Kai more than likely. And the lower part of the base kitchen would belong to Rappa and Rikiya. The TRUE issues arose on the ends of everyone else. Pops was an angel and the food he attempted to make was reasonable, but the old man overdid it and ended up making 4 of the same cakes. What were you going to do with exactly 4 red velvet cakes??? Anyway, as to be expected, Rappa and Rikiya fucked up BOTH of the turkeys. You had to make them search all around town to find a pre-done turkey on the morning of Thanksgiving itself. They eventually found one from a generous donor in exchange for that person having their debt to the yakuza swept under the rug. Chisaki and Chrono did a pretty good job but they took so long that half of the stuff was still being set up when it was time to start dinner. Tabe actually did an okay job at setting the table up. The real surprise was that SETSUNO was the one that was tempted and ended up munching corners off of the deserts. Of course Sakaki showed up with a wide variety of alcohol that Hojo didn’t even notice he had snuck into the other shopping cart. Meanwhile Tengai and mimic had decorated the devilled eggs rather poorly. Tengai believed the minimal was better and Mimic was trying to cut corners with price/quality. Nevertheless everything was set up and you all began to review the things you were thankful for.

“Well I just wanna start off by saying that I’m thankful for this job and the bonds I’ve made with you all not just as coworkers but as people. I truly consider the Hassaikai to be like family.”

Pops: “I want to thank everyone as well for working so hard for our little family here. I also want to thank you Y/N for bringing some youthful joy into my life once again.”

Kai: “I suppose I’m thankful for my good health and sanity dealing with all of you on a daily basis.”

Chrono: “Yo, I’m thankful for my last paycheck but also for the years I’ve served here. It kinda has been almost like a fam to me yknow. Not trying to get sappy or anything but thanks you guys.

Mimic: “This is weird but I guess I’ll try it. I’m thankful for uh...the opportunities set forward in front of me.”

Nemoto: ”I’m very much thankful for our leader, and also for master Overhaul. I appreciate you for allowing me to strive in my work the way that I do. I can only hope to continue pleasing you both as my time goes on at this organization. That is all.”

-Deidoro: “Thanks to this damn Saki I’ve already had 2 and a half cups of while everyone wasn’t listening. Also thankful for my liver as well.”

-Hojo: “Well I guess I can say I’m thankful for everyone here and for the boss when he took me in off the street and healed me after I almost died.”

Setsuno: “Yeah thanks for giving me purpose again boss. I’m thankful for that too.”

Tabe: “Food...friends...found family...”

Katsukame: “Fucking thanks for letting us have enough chance after we fucked up two of those damn turkeys. I thought you were gonna kill us Y/N.” 

Tengai: “I’m rather thankful for my sanity as well, after dealing with this job so much...”

Rappa: “This shit is cheesy but damn it I’m thankful for everything here too! I aint much at speeches so I’m gonna stuff my face now.” 

-So there you go. It may not have been the most conventional thanksgiving but it was something along the lines of a ‘perfect disaster’ all in it’s own. You can only sit back and look at everyone eating and talking before you realize that a Christmas party might not be so bad to start planning for either.

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