#are trying to keep the stupid store together and do a bunch of shit at once

[ramblingeekette]

Over stressed from work bullshit and not feeling well as result.

So tried my hand at pastina soup because everything hurts and I'm just tired to my core.

For something so simple, it's so delicious. Already ate two bowls and I feel sort of human again. Might actually be able to relax enough to sleep more than two hours tonight.

Just gotta make it through one more shift and I'm off for 5 days that I'm going to spend up north with my parents.

[seramilla]

So for overlord Sera au I was wondering how Sera finds out Emily was in heaven I have to ideas. One Emily was tired one morning and didn't put her wings away so Sera saw them when she went down for breakfast. Two one day when out the two get ambushed and Sera is wounded and Emily is in the same situation as she was when she died watching Sera die. Her fight her flight response kick in I choose flight and with her angelic strength grabs a wounded Sera and letting her wings out flys the two away. No matter what Sera has some questions and will try to send her back to heaven where it's safe

Emily didn't realize how difficult it would be keeping her angelic form a secret from Sera. Most of the time, she keeps her wings carefully hidden away, and only lets them out at night when she can stretch and flap them as much as she wants behind closed doors. They get so cramped and sore all day; when she magically lets them free, she can't help but groan and sigh in relief.

She's embarrassed to admit to almost letting her guard down more than once. The first few months in Hell with Sera, she had slept better than she has in years. She's always been slow to rise in the morning, and thought nothing of coming downstairs like a zombie with her wings still showing over her nightshirt. Until she passes a mirror in the hallway, and oh boy, that brings her back to reality! She frantically shoves her wings back into whatever pocket dimension they are kept in, before Sera can see, and her cover is blown.

Sera almost catches her once, when she's making coffee in the kitchen one morning, certain Sera is still asleep. Sera was not, in fact, still asleep, and almost does a double take before Emily's wings melt away like dispersing fireflies. Emily is able to convince her it had only been a dream or a trick of the light. Sera gives her that look, like she knows she's lying, but can't otherwise prove it.

Why would Emily have wings? That's preposterous, Emily says. Don't be silly, Sera! It's not like Emily had spent several years in Heaven wondering what became of her sister, and that she's actually an angel, and doesn't belong here in Hell at all!

Perish the thought!

Emily keeps this charade going for the better part of a year. She's honestly pretty proud of herself. A lesser angel would have caved long ago. But she's determined to stay in Hell with Sera, no matter the cost. This is where she belongs. With the only family who's ever given a damn about her. Even if she has to keep the most sacred part of her identity secret, she'll do it for her.

All goes to plan, until the day it doesn't.

As one of the most powerful overlords, Sera has no qualms about walking around Hell like she owns the place. She basically does; at least her part of it. What has she to fear? The current overlord alliance ensures that none at her level of power will contest her territory. A lesser overlord, or some new upstart wanting to test her strength, might inconvenience her on the street, but they can be dealt with easily.

She never perceived the Vees would be a threat. They gave no indication they were even interested in her territory, full of industry and factories and warehouses. She has nothing they want, other than a legion of souls at her command, ripe for the picking.

And perhaps that what they are after, in the end. And why Vox and a bunch of his undersea thugs jump her and Emily while they're out shopping. They were supposed to have an agreement, Sera thought. She should have known their word was as good as a pile of shit baking on the sidewalk.

The best place to have "fun" in Pentagram City is at the mall in the shopping district, deep within Velvette's territory, where Sera figures she and Emily could spend a day together, like old times.

Apparently, Vox has different plans in store for them, and when Sera isn't looking, she's quite literally body-slammed by a huge sea monster-looking thug that's nearly twice her size. He's slow, and stupid, and fumbles with her several times, but with one swipe of his gargantuan tail, a Sera-shaped hole opens in the wall of a store where Sera had gone flying through it. She comes to in a pile of rubble, and is suddenly on her back, as a huge foot pins her down as the monster puts its weight on her, causing her to cry out in pain as it threatens to crush her chest.

"Sera!" Emily shouts. Emily makes a move to help her sister, but two more shark-looking thugs hold her back by the arms. Emily tugs, trying to get away, but it's all for naught.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Vox appears, without either of his partners in tow. So he's going solo for this project, Sera assumes. He stands above her, arms crossed across his chest in amusement, staring down at the other overlord with a grin that spreads from one side of his LED face to the other. He's also drooling a little, evidenced by the red lines on one side of his mouth. He's clearly getting a kick out of watching her squirm.

"How's it going, Sera?" Vox asks, feigning disinterest, as he kicks a huge boulder away that's next to Sera's head. "Imagine finding you here. With that cute little brat of yours. Without any kind of protection at all."

"Vox!" Sera screeches, eyes glowing red, horns popping out of her head in rage. She claws at the rubble all around her, trying to push the monster off her that has her pinned. But its damned foot just applies more pressure and pushes her deeper into the concrete. "What the absolute FUCK do you think you're doing, Vox?! Let me go!"

"Nah. I don't think I will." Vox leans down next to Sera on one knee, completely ignoring her as he messes around with a tablet for a moment. "See, word on the street is that little dove over there is very important to you. One might say she's even...worth making a wager over. For her safety. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sera roars, and rasps her claws down the monster's leg. Red blood blossoms from under Brutus' scales, and he grunts in pain, but doesn't let up. Sera continues swiping at the clawed foot that has her trapped, and thrashes uncontrollably beneath it, as much as she can possibly move with all the pressure being applied to her chest. She cries out, as the creature leans down to hold a clawed hand around her neck, threatening to choke her. Emily screams for Sera again, begging her to fight, and get up, but Sera's head is swimming from lack of oxygen.

"None of that now," Vox says, still preoccupied with his tablet. He's tapping away with his fingers, as if the scene before him is of no consequence. Then, to the monster currently trying to kill Sera, he says, "Brutus, lay off her, would ya? I need her alive for what I have planned. I can't have her release all her souls to me if she's double dead. They'd just go back to the ether."

Brutus growls in frustration, clearly wanting to watch the light leave Sera's eyes as he slowly chokes her to death. He backs off, though, and lessens the pressure on her throat just a little. Sera gasps, and coughs, throat rasping for blessed air as glorious oxygen rushes to refill her deprived lungs.

After a moment, Vox finishes whatever he'd been doing on his tablet, and then holds the device down near Sera's face.

"Now...if you would kindly tap this electronic signature box here, here, and here, I'll release your darling sister, and you can both be on your way. Sound good?"

Sera roars again. The sound is not unlike a beast, causing the walls of the shopping center to shake, and her eyes to bleed with unleashed mania and madness.

"Why would I do such a thing?" Sera screams. "Let me go now, Vox! And my sister! This is against our treatise!"

Vox laughs. A guttural, evil, villainous laugh, that could put any cartoon baddy to shame.

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you!" Vox cackles. "You stupid fucking bitch! Are you even hearing yourself? We're in Hell! Why would I follow any agreement when you've put a target on your own back? Strutting around here with your greatest weakness on display for all to see? On my own turf? I would be a fool to not take advantage of an opportunity like this!"

Vox turns to the demons holding Emily, and with a snap of his fingers, one of the grunts holding Emily's shoulder wraps its claws around her throat, threatening to do the same thing to Emily that Brutus had nearly done to Sera a moment prior.

Vox shoves the tablet back into Sera's face, until she can feel the warm metal of the device from his hand against her cheek.

"Sign it! Relinquish all your open contracts to me, and you and this little bitch can be on your merry way. If not, it's her life for yours."

Sera has rarely cried in front of Emily before. She's always tried to be the bigger person; stronger, and serving as a good example for the younger girl to look up to. But with the literal jaws of death at Emily's throat, and the crushing weight of all her failures pushing her chest into the hard ground, the overlord can't stop the tears from falling anymore.

Brutus shifts slightly, allowing Sera to free just one of her hands, so she can reach up to touch the tablet. Sera stretches her arm to the screen, to sign away her entire empire to a man with a fucking television for a face. For her sister's life and safety. Because at the end of the day, that's all she cares about.

Nothing else matters. As long as Emily is okay.

"Sera! Stop! Please, don't do it, Sera!"

Emily doesn't know what comes over her. One moment, she's pleading with Sera not to sign her life away to a scumbag like Vox. In the next, her entire sphere of vision is overtaken by golden, angelic light. The two thugs gripping her shoulders fly away, like they've been blasted by an invisible force.

Emily can't see anything through the blinding light that is her angelic power. But she doesn't need to. She can feel her sister's essence, and it's like a beacon. She barely even feels it when she rushes forward and makes contact with Brutus' body. The monster barely has time to register what hits his large form like a comet, sending himself, and Vox, flying into a store display. While their opponents are blindsided, Emily scoops up her sister, carrying all 12 feet of her in her tiny, unassuming arms.

Three pairs of wings sprout from Emily's back, materializing through her robes like the fabric isn't even there. Sera is weak, and hangs limply in Emily's grasp, but she's not so out of it that she can't look up at her little sister, and shriek, "Emily??!!" What--??!! I--??!! How--??!!"

"I'm sorry, Sera! Please forgive me! I'll explain later! But we need to get out of here first!"

With that, Emily flaps her wings, and with some degree of effort, pushes off the ground and into the red-hued sky of the Pride ring, with Sera frantically trying to hold on to her for dear life.

Emily isn't looking forward to explaining herself later, but for now, she and her sister are safe. That fact alone gives her enough strength to get them home and out of Vox's infernal clutches.

[straycalamities]

12, 16, 17, 1 for entre 8)

OOO THANK U SO MUCH this is gonna be fun

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

ohhhH HO HOHO Yeah

in mainverse he has that whole...icarus thing going on what with his business DESPITE seeing how its gone poorly for other once-lers and seeing the warning signs from his own situation as well

it's also in the whole...substance abuse thing he's got going on. i know i don't show it because i want his main blog to be more relatively Family Friendly, but it's a thing.

in truffula flu it permeates almost everything he is. despite how much he tries to do good and Fix things and Make Up for his Big Mistake, deep down he finds...comfort in the misery. if he's miserable, if things are terrible for him, then that means he's suffering and that's Good because then people can't be mad at him. he's already suffering, isn't that enough? you have to pity him a little bit if he's feeling so visibly terrible. he also just straight up always feels like he deserves everything bad that happens to him, despite if he says its not fair or whatever, he's just whining. he absolutely, in his bones, believes he deserves it

so he keeps that going even if most of the time it really isn't a conscious choice. he doesn't know he's doing it, but he is. he sabotages conversations with others (sometimes whole relationships), he latches onto the Worst Possible Situations and Hypotheticals that his brain feeds him, i mean he does it in a literal way with his (sorry self-harm moment) scratching off the top layers of skin with his nails thing he does, (self-harm moment over) anytime someone hands him a cigarette or alcohol he just takes it

somehow he manages to simultaneously be the guy clawing his way to the top of the hole he's in but also be the guy that's knocking dirt back down on top of him

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

not great to be honest

in mainverse he's a big ol baby about pain

in truffula flu he's been in enough pain to sorta build up more of a tolerance? but it's still not good. However, comma, he is mega stubborn so even if it hurts like ass he's gonna try to do whatever he needs to do and not succumb to it, even if that means crying like a baby and being pathetic just to cope during it

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

IS THIS ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO GET ME TO SPILL THE BEANS ON THE RETCON

WELL IT WONT WORK especially not now that i have this New thing planned

but it's definitely that. like official-story-wise. it is That. teehee

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

in mainverse i'm not actually sure....he has a bunch of suck-ass memories but for him to just pick ONE to wipe? hmmm...

it's probably something embarrassing as hell he did at an event or something. like those things rich people throw together, he probably got sloshed off his ass and did something really stupid that when he remembers it it makes him want to crawl in a hole and die from embarrassment

in truffula flu..man.. well refer up to 17 for one. LMAO. there's lots of things also that HE did he'd rather forget. like most of the shit he pulled at the hardware store, for instance

i think actually he'd rather forget the stuff HE did to people, though, more than what was done to him. even if he knows it won't undo it, i think that's why. because he can't undo what he's done so he'd rather just not dwell on it. and would rather remember the shit that was done to him because otherwise he's just gonna have all these...Issues and Trauma symptoms and just not remember why the hell he does and that would suck

[rattyshipss]

New currently unnamed dreamt up f/o headcanons and playlist:

He's my boss at some new job it wasn't very clear what the job was in the dream so I'm still working that out

Mf conspired with someone I know to help me pay for my years at the position because it was somehow something I had to pay for and a job at the same time, still working that out too

But I might still keep that because in my dream he was so genuinly excited to tell me that when him and the person I knew were dealing with "technical issues" they were really working on getting everything paid for for me for at least a bunch of my years there, it was really heartwarming and I remember but being like "O-oh" and trying to figure out what to say and all of my coworkers laughing at my stutter (Not in a rude way just laughing at how shocked I was)

It would DEFANITELY be a looong mutual pining situation especially with out situation

He was super respectful too like he didn't try to make a move or anything and kept it professional but still cared about me a lot and was really rooting for me/genuinly happy for me and to help me

He'd absolutely be the most protective boss (/Secret admirer) ever after learning about the situation at my old job

Nobody's gonna be able to do shit

Once we do start dating I'm not gonna be able to tell him the name of one of my old coworkers who was involved in the situation and if I ever let it slip he'd immediately store it in his mind forever

If I ever mention anything even slightly worrying about someone like in that situation mf would perk up and immediately be on guard I wouldn't be able to let anything slide past him

That's probably for the best tho

He'd be so fucking annoyed if I kept anything worrying from him too

I can just imagine his annoyed ass face like a mix of this "👀🧐🤨😠🙃"

If we ever got found out for our relationship at work (It would be hell especially since he's my boss holy fuck) he'd defend the hell out of me going off about how good of a worker and person I am and no matter how much they wouldn't believe it he'd make sure they heard him when he said the relationship was real and it wasn't for any of the wrong reasons and that it was worth it

The money aspect in the begining would fuck everything over

Mf would get the absolute most slammed during all of it I feel bad for him

I feel like there would be a hate train on him for AWHILE after that that would hopefully eventually die down at least a bit

After awhile I'd be constantly joking about it too I'd make so many cracks about him he'd be sick of me

For a lack of better words I feel like we'd be the cool couple, like just close and comfortable with eachother and matching eachothers energy being stupid together, also mf looks DAMN GOOD in his loner emo look

He'd 1000% be the type to be completely obsessed with his s/o and worship the ground they walk on

He'd absolutely immediately take in and coparent my rats with me

Pre relationship and post relationship he'd always make sure I ate lunch at work and had an actual lunch mf wouldn't accept fucking crackers

I WANNA GET A PUPPY WITH HIM

His favorite Taylor Swift song is Maroon I feel it in my bones

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Playlist:

+ Prison for life (Unreleased) Olivia Rodrigo and Fantasize (Unreleased) Ariana Grande (There will probably be much more added to this overtime)

I'm very excited about these so reblogs and opinions are very appreciated but obviously not required!💖

[pinkfey]

🍓🍇🍰🍻🌽 for any of your dragon age or twd ocs >:) because i'm in a da slash apocalypse mood

ODD OC ASKS ♡

ME TOOOO okay i'm doin these for nova baby 🧡

🍓 does your oc have any particular scents they like? or hate?

nova HATED the smell of weed which is kind of funny for her bc she's like a classic punk and like everyone she knew smoked and most of all her roommate but post-apocalypse she's sort of nostalgic for it and would kill for that sense of normalcy again she'd KILL to be annoyed at her roommate one last time

she also hates the smell of sweat and metal which like. sucks for u queen. this is a zombie apocalypse.... get well soon ❤️

🍇 what sort of friend are they? where are they in the group dynamic?

ANNOYINGGGGGG SO ANNOYING but also integral bc they're the first one to risk their life and the first one to throw herself at danger and the glue that binds everyone together with their stupid jokes and ideas like when she and barbie went on a supply run to a department store and returned with the lamest matching sunglasses for the whole gang <3 it's kinda like she's such a rat and everyone knows it but where would anyone be without her

🍰 what's something your oc counts as unforgivable?

messing w the squad 😩 nova doesn't value herself highly so she can forgive any mistreatment of herself but the gang is a whole other story. not at first too !! in fact they were one of the more quick-to-trust survivors of the bunch initially, but after this whole thing went down with a bunch of cops it 1) solidified everyone as inseparable and 2) jaded everyone and made them especially wary of strangers.

for nova her family never treated her like they should have and she blamed herself for it so here she gets this second chance at family and she would do anything to keep it and after seeing the fucked up shit humans are capable after one strike ur OUT forgiveness is off the table !!

🍻 what's your oc's favourite comfort ritual? how do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

pre-apocalypse they'd rollerskate at the skate park with their stupid headphones on trying to look really really cool or maybe go to like an arcade. getting out, though, that was the key.

post-apocalypse i wouldn't say they have any specific rituals, but when they're more anxious they throw it into something productive for the group to keep their mind off things. checking defenses, making pipe bombs, working on the cars, etc. they do fuck around a lot too they just don't stop moving !! knife tricks and flipping lighters and such--anything with their hands.

🌽 how does this oc feel about acts of affection? what's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

they eat it up, especially when it comes from someone who isn't touchy, like andrew. neither of them are affectionate and there's such a tense unspoken thing between them where there's all this trust and loyalty and confidence but any sort of touch would send either of them into a coma bc it’s like an acknowledgment u know?? too much TOOOO much

she's fond of unexpected hugs. she never knows what to do with her hands but it makes her feel loved and needed bc growing up mommy didn't hug her enough 😢 jsdfjndshdjfjhd amalia once ran up to her and gave her a huge hug and kiss on the cheek after pulling a really stupid really brave stunt and it rewired her brain. like 😳 omfg ppl care about me?? no fucking way.......

also small acts of affection like when ariel ruffles her hair or she and daisy do their lame ass handshake 😩 friendship u know??

[redbuddi]

(part 3)

I realize that blogging about this asking for donations and commissions is the only way this experience will net me a livable wage. I feel the weight of eternity on my shoulders.

People keep asking me how much things are. I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

$115. I came here at 4 AM and I'm stuck here for eleven hours. And I'm only making $115. Not even enough to buy one of our stupid, non-discounted Nintendo Switches.

A little kid picks up a Son Goku figure and says "I mean, what is this shit?" He's like ten years old.

I think about how my manager didn't like me asking people "Do you need help finding anything?" He ordered me to change it to "How can I be of service to you?" Which I personally adjusted to "How can I help you?" He wanted the option of saying "no" removed. He wanted my subservience front-and-center.

I can't move. There's too many people.

Some dumb bitch idiot bought those stupid Crypo Trading Cards we have which are $40 a pack. He bought two of them. Now the whole internet can laugh at him.

One more hour. Sixty more minutes.

Why are there so many babies???

It's only been three minutes??????????

A mom made her 10 year-old kid awkwardly try to hold her baby while she looked something up on her phone. The kid was wearing an SCP-Foundation hoodie. Wordlessly, without having to be asked, the kid's older sibling took the baby from him and held it a little more comfortably. This seemed like a common occurrence.

A worker at the register asks the co-worker "Are you busy?" He says "Uh, not really!" I begin to crave human blood.

There's too many people

Don't look at me. Don't talk to me.

There isn't even an easy way for people to leave. We are all trapped together. Hell truly is other people.

Another person looked me right in the eyes as they took the soundbox out of the plushie. God is taunting me.

I stop making tallies for the messes. I don't care anymore.

Someone shoved a switch case into the shirts. Why.

It's only been ten minutes.

A guy asked me about jobs here and I answered him normally. Why did I do that. Why didn't I warn him.

Stop calling me "Miss." I'm not a girl. I'm not. Die.

The baby is crying.

Do something!!!!

Two other co-workers, fellow One Piece fans, ask me if I am okay. It is the most kindness I have ever felt from this store.

The woman with the baby finally leaves.

Someone left a bunch of Harry Potter pop figures in the Pokemon section. I have to get out of here.

Fuck this

At that point I left, thirty minutes before my shift ended. I had a nine hour shift scheduled for today, but even if I wanted to I physically can't go. Everything hurts. My brain is soup.

I take commissions and I have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me. I can't do GameStop anymore. I can't.

Thank you for reading.

My Day at GameStop ~(Black Friday Edition!)~

(Part 1)

I had to work on the sales floor all day, the manager still has not put me in the system so I still can't ring customers up

A kid like a decade younger than me haughtily explained the PlayStation Portal to me because I got confused when someone asked me about the "Portal PlayStation" (I thought they were talking about the video game "Portal")

A wide-eyed white woman tried to give me tips on managing the sales lines like I was a toddler

A different wide-eyed white woman lurked outside the store while her children shopped, often by peering through the glass or staring at the doorway from a distance. She talked to her kids through the windows

My manager and a separate higher up openly talked about how Best Buy has better deals than us, right in front of the door, potentially scaring off customers by accident

I was asked how much controllers cost by a third wide-eyed white woman. When I said I didn't know she asked again.

A delivery man jumpscared me on purpose for no reason

I didn't clock out for my lunch break and everyone was too busy to notice

I found out my charger was unplugged so my phone did not charge overnight, it was at 21%

I bought a portable charger during my lunch break out of hope to charge phone. Was charged $60 for the tiny charger and a USB-C cable. I was probably scammed

I found out that the portable charger has no battery. Fuck.

The mall had ports I could plug the USB-C into while I ate, crisis averted

But now I'm certain I wasted $60

[awkwardtortilla]

no because i am a dylan simp through and through, i adore this funky tall lad with short energy. i just want to smooch him and give him a little nose kiss and let him know i love him for every part of him

so can i get a cute little first date fic?

Bro sameeeee he’s so goddam precious

First Date

I really wanna write this but my brain is shutting down so I’m gonna do bullet points/hcs. Also I may have gone a bit overboard with this

warnings: none just fluffy shit

During camp you and Dylan had flirted and hung out a lot

You had some genuine chemistry and almost kissed a couple times

But those couple times were interrupted (usually by Jacob or a kid) and you and Dylan would jump away from each other

It was kinda ironic though bc ppl were always trying to get you two together

Then after camp and the disastrous events of that one extra night you and Dylan managed to keep in touch

You didn’t live too far apart, but it was still far enough that driving to spend time together couldn’t be a frequent thing

But you texted and called and FaceTimed plenty

Then on one late night FaceTime you both fell silent and you caught Dylan staring at you (again)

As he looked away and blushed you asked if he felt the same spark you did during camp

He did and admitted that he still liked you

You admitted that you still liked him

You both got really excited and were grinning like idiots but then remembered the distance

But then you said “y’know what? Fuck it. Let’s get together for a day, and go out on a date. What’d ya say?”

Dylan smiles again and stutters his agreement

You guys pulled an all-nighter planning that date

And it was all worth it

Sure you were anxious that it would go wrong and that this wouldn’t work out but you were excited to see Dylan again and to be finally acting on these feelings that’d been stewing for months

The date was pretty vanilla

Dinner, movie, walks

But you guys did a bunch of things in between

Shopping, coffee, picking out dollar store snacks to smuggle into the theater

Dylan was tripping over himself the whole time and trying to crack stupid jokes like he did back at camp

You had to reassure him that he could just be himself bc you liked that too

He blushed every time you complimented him

And when he complimented you

*accidentally staring* “S-Sorry, you, uh, you look great, [your name].”

“God, you’re adorable…” *realizes* “Oh shit was that out loud?”

Would LOVE to hold your hand but won’t initiate it bc he’s a shy bean when it comes to that stuff

Despite that he would kiss your cheek out of nowhere just bc he couldn’t take how amazing you were and needed to act on it

Like to put his arm around your shoulders

Like when you’re ordering food or choosing a snack to smuggle or sitting on a bench

But he’d prolly only have the courage to do it a couple times so you’re gonna have to wrap it around yourself other times

He would also share his food

And would casually ask to try some of yours but on the inside he’s panicking and praying that wasn’t overstepping

If you share he’s so goddam relieved

But if you don’t he steals a bite anyway

His shoulders visibly relax when you laugh about it though so you know the poor boy was worried as hell that he’d messed up

As you guys wandered through shops and stores you would be goofing off and messing with each other

You’d put hats and glasses on Dylan and gush about how cute he looked in everything and soon his face was as red as that beanie you’d decided to buy for him

Dylan would mostly be watching you but every now and again he’d see something he liked and ramble about it until he realized he liked it bc it reminded him of you

Then he would blush and put it down and pick it back up and blush some more as he put it in the cart

During the movie he would just happen to leave his hand resting on the arm of the seat

And when he reached for his drink he would “accidentally” brush his hand against yours

But I doubt he would make the move

Not bc he wants to tease you, which is probably what it seems like, but bc he’s too nervous

What if you didn’t want to hold hands? Is that why you haven’t made a move to do so yet? What if you needed your hand for popcorn or candy and Dylan holding it was an inconvenience? Would you be upset with him?

So yeah you’re gonna need to just go ahead and offer your hand

Then he will gladly take it and lace your fingers together and give it a lil squeeze

At the end of the date neither of you wants to separate

So you don’t

The long drive home is postponed and you stay the night together

If you’re at Dylan’s he lets you borrow some of his clothes

If Dylan’s at your house you guys run to the store real quick and buy some pajamas

You guys spend a solid five minutes working out who was gonna sleep where but then just ended up falling asleep on the couch watching The Office or Parks and Recreation or Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Idk Dylan just seems like he’d be into those kinda shows

Then in the morning when you both wake up and realize where you fell asleep and how you’re all cuddled up together Dylan’s face goes bright red and he trips over himself and the blankets apologizing and trying to get up

You’re blushing too bc I mean who wouldn’t be, however you’re less afraid to admit that you enjoyed it

So you call him down and reassure him and he lets out an exaggerated sigh or relief and admits he liked it too

You have breakfast together and again don’t wanna separate but you kinda have to bc whoever made the drive over didn’t pack a bag

So you say goodbye and Dylan gives you a big bear hug

He really wants to kiss you but is too nervous so you do it, gently grabbing his jaw and pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss

If he’s the one driving you better pray he keeps his eyes and mind on the road bc boyo is now in a daze

[pippytmi]

Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs

“You’re a fucking liar.”

This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.

But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”

So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.

There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)

The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.

It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.

Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).

Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.

She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.

That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,

“You confuse me.”

Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.

Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”

A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”

“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”

“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”

“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”

“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”

Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.

“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”

“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”

God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”

Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”

“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”

Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”

“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.

But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”

“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”

Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.

Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”

“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.

“Do you want me to apologize to you?”

A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”

“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”

Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”

Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”

And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”

“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”

“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”

“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”

“It does not terrify me—”

“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”

Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.

[hoetani]

𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

✉ Relationship: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

✉ Warnings: fluff, little angst, toxicity (17+ blog)

✉ WC: 1.5k

✉ A/N: Another chapter wooh!! Also if the texting format is unclear pls let me know and I’ll try to change it!

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“I think I just snapped.”

It’s your second week on the job managing the IT branch of the company. Since it’s predominately a male dominated field, it feels like you’re baby sitting a bunch of overgrown teenagers. Somehow you’ve come to love them in the little time you’ve known them, even when they do stupid shit – which occurs daily.

Your legs are propped on the desk in your new office as you talk to your old friend Yui. After going to school together and separating after you left Roppongi, you happened to meet by chance at the company – you’ve been inseparable ever since.

“That sounds very unlike you,” she muses through the phone, “do you have any ideas why?”

She listens to the heavy sigh that escapes and clicks her tongue, “It’s that boyfriend of yours isn’t it? Spill now.”

“He has a name,” you grumble.

“Which I will not be using, because I don’t like him.”

Ignoring her little jabs you retell the previous events that led to you picking fights like you were a buff boxer looking for a win in the ring.

“Well, he phoned when I was getting ready to see some old friends –”

“Ooh, I can imagine how much he liked that,” she butts in sarcastically.

“– Yeah, he was acting like he usually does, skirting around the problem and making me feel like I’m betraying him. I told him to call me back when he grows up.”

She gives a celebratory cheer, always excited to hear when things don’t go well for him.

“Then what happened?” She asks, greedy for more.

“I went for dinner and he kept messaging me, that’s when I started to get tense.”

“And you snapped?”

“Not yet. I called him and he basically accused me of cheating on him.”

“Again?” Yui groans, “You’d think he has some new material by now.”

You can’t help but let a chuckle escape.

“It got heated and I hung up on him again. The boys were being considerate, they asked if I was okay and I just, lost it.”

Like a rubber band stretched too far, you pathetically lost control of your emotions, instead letting them take charge of you.

She sighs, “I’m sure they’ll understand if you explain it to them.”

Yui’s right of course but that doesn’t change how mortifying it is to be in your position.

“I just feel embarrassed about it. Even the thought of seeing them makes me want to shrivel up.”

“Well, apologise if you want, or don’t. It’s not like you’re going to be there that long anyway.”

Before you can reply the door to your office slams open to reveal a very distressed worker.

“Haruto’s refusing to leave his chair, he’s rolling around the room like a mad man and he’s run over three pairs of feet already!” He cries.

Distantly down the hall, you hear the menacing shout of the man in question, “Your feet are next!”

Yui giggles from the other line.

“Duty calls.”

“Go take care of your overgrown children. Byee!”

After hanging up, you bark loudly, “Haruto!”

His gulp is audible from the other side of the building. Stifling a satisfactory smile, you march down the hall, ready to bestow some discipline and send them back to work.

…

It’s late when you run down to the convenience store after being hit with a sudden craving. Scouring the freezer for the ice-cream, you can’t help but lick your lips at the various flavours. Finally, you settle on double chocolate, something you and Rindou, much to Ran’s distaste, used to inhale regularly.

You shake your head, why are you thinking about them?

Counting the yen before placing it in the shopkeepers hand, you politely wave goodbye after murmuring, “Keep the change!”

The streets are dark with a sort of peaceful serenity, gently lulling people into letting their guard down. There’s an edge to it, with many dangerous delinquents lurking in the shadows. It sends a flash down your spine – crazy to think how invincible you felt as a child and how that changes as an adult.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the apartment. With a healthy dose of ice-cream and a comically bad movie, you huddle on the couch, trying to forget about your dizzying problems before they consume you whole.

After a toilet break, you check your phone for any texts. To your surprise there are a few. Clicking on Asahi, your boyfriends, name first, you’re greeted by a flood of letters.

19:01, From Asahi<3:

‘Please can we talk?’

19:24, From Asahi<3:

‘I’m sorry.’

19:56, From Asahi<3:

‘I was such a jerk.’

20:37, From Asahi<3:

‘We can work this out right?’

21:30, From Asahi<3:

‘Are you still mad at me?’

20:57, From Asahi<3:

‘Please forgive me.’

His sentiments cause your eyes to roll, but you shoot him a quick reply anyway.

21:35, From me:

‘I’m not mad but I’ve had a long day. We can talk about this tomorrow.’

Then you click on Rindou’s name, curious about what he has to say. You forgot you even had his number which was there in order to text you his address for the ‘eventful’ dinner last week.

18:38, From Rindou:

‘You free tomorrow? We should do something.’

Tomorrow is Friday and with only a half day of work, you tell him you’re free. A sense of relief washes over you that he reached out first, maybe now it will be easier to apologise to him.

21:55, From Rindou:

‘Great, let’s meet at the park, near the benches.’

…

You’d think you were meeting him for the first time with how jittery your nerves are. As you round the corner, the old park comes into view. The slides and swings were taken down in favour of planting more trees. It became more of a nature walk-through than a park.

Walking down the pathway through the pretty Sakura trees, the pink petals litter the floor making everything more beautiful. As you approach the meeting point, your eyes widen. Sitting with his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the bench is none other than Ran Haitani.

You think to make a break for it right then but your foot crunches on a branch. His gaze lazily flickers to you before he straightens. His eyebrows pull down as do yours, it’s a silent staring competition which you forfeit with a sigh, opting to settle next to him – a respectable distance apart.

“I was expecting to see-”

“-Rindou,” you both say at the same time.

“I should’ve known,” he mutters.

It’s silent again as you watch the grass dance in the wind. Shame floods your face as you think back to that dinner again – you want nothing more than to apologise but your mouth feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton.

Loosening your tongue you wince as you speak, “I’m sorry.”

His head tilts as you continue, “Stress got the better of me. I know it was shitty but I didn’t mean to take my frustrations out on you.”

Losing a breath, a weight feels lifted from your heavy shoulders.

“It was shitty,” he agrees, “But I’ve said worse when we were in a relationship, so maybe we’re a quarter of the way even.”

“I didn’t come back for revenge.”

“I know,” he assures you, “You’re not that type of person.”

He probes a little more, testing the waters around the subject but once he sees you’re still not ready to talk it over with him, he changes tact. Leaning against the bench he stretches his arm out against its back and consequently, behind you.

“Friends?” He asks with a cheeky smile.

“Friends.”

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

You give him a look and he raises his hands, “Friends ask about that sort of thing, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, rubbing your neck, “I do. It’s a bit complicated right now.”

His shoulders fall slightly as he gives you a sad smile, “Isn’t it always?”

“What’s his name then?” His voice is light but it sounds forced, there’s an edge to it.

“Asahi Suzuki.”

It grows uncomfortably silent again, the trees rustle as they sway, filling the emptiness. Quickly changing the subject, you settle on something more light hearted.

“Rindou needs to pay.”

“We can’t let him think he can do this sort of thing and not suffer the consequences,” Ran agrees.

As you plan his little brothers demise, you can’t help but smile – it’s just like the old times.

Although it’s fun to let loose around him, you need to remember how he hurt you, so you don’t fall into the same trap of the past. Your heart can’t fall victim to him. You know if you were to suffer a blow like that again, everything you built would shatter – and you would fall with it. That is something you can’t afford.

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[fruitcoops]

could you possibly write something about Sirius & remus dating and remus feeling bad that Sirius keeps paying (since obviously he's big deal NHLer v trainer)

Oof, yes. This was combined with asks for some Coops hurt/comfort where one doesn't want to talk, as well as an argument. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for wealth insecurity, small argument (not a blowout)

Grocery shopping had never been Remus’ favorite thing in the world, but he had to admit it was a lot more fun when everything came with the thrilling reminder that he was living with the love of his life. He got to learn Sirius’ preferences on everything from candles (softer scents, or something woodsy) to towels (as fluffy as humanly possible) and filed every detail away in the little pocket of his brain entirely dedicated to the beautiful man that could reach the top shelves.

“What’s next?” he asked an hour into their latest Target excursion.

Sirius tilted his phone to show the screen. “Sheets.”

“I still can’t believe you had a hole in those and didn’t notice,” Remus said with a shake of his head.

“How do you know it wasn’t your fault?” Sirius countered with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“I’m not the one that runs marathons in my sleep,” Remus laughed, standing on his toes to kiss his stubbly cheek. “Oof. Prickly.”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “You like it.”

“Hmm. Perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” he mimicked, bumping Remus’ hip with his own. “What kind do you want?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder as they turned down the next aisle, scanning the shelves of plastic-wrapped packages in a million different patterns. “I like the look of the white ones, but grey or blue could be nice. You?”

“As long as they’re soft and have you in them, I don’t care.”

“Sap,” he teased, though he was unable to fight the blush racing hot up his neck. Sirius didn’t protest; his small, smug smile needed no explanation. Remus pushed the cart slowly down the aisle, making note of the price tags as he went. Sheets were always an expense—not as bad as blankets or, god forbid, a new mattress, but an expense all the same. He had managed to keep his last ones in good condition for almost ten years before they wore out.

The $30 set doesn’t look too bad, but that’s a weird color…Sirius hates microfiber…I’d rather not sleep on puppy print…getting laid on a 1970s paisley pattern would kill me instantly… “How about these?”

He startled and glanced down the aisle, where Sirius was holding a set in faint gray. An unbidden grin pulled at the side of his mouth. “The softest of the bunch, huh?”

“Of course,” Sirius laughed. “Come feel, it’s like heaven.”

Remus pushed off and hopped up on the undercarriage, riding the cart all the way until he reached Sirius’ side; his hand was halfway to the exposed block of fabric when he froze. $186.99, read the price tag below the stack of sheets in varying colors. Almost $200, and the only difference was the softness. “I…” he faltered slightly, looking between Sirius and the sheets for a moment.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, I do,” Remus said as his mind whirred. He had never spent more than a hundred dollars on sheets before. It wasn’t wildly out his budget, especially once he started working with the Lions, but he had always been careful with money. Sirius…Sirius had never had to do that. Never in his life.

“Is it the color? Because they have white ones—”

“It’s 200 dollars,” he almost laughed. Sirius fell quiet in obvious confusion as Remus turned to look at him. “Sirius, those sheets are 200 dollars.”

“Yes?”

“There’s—” Remus broke off again; something a little too much like shame for his liking crawled up his throat. “I—sure, yeah, if you like them.”

“It’s not about what Ilike,” Sirius continued, as if he couldn’t see the discomfort tensing every one of Remus’ muscles. “It’s our bed. I don’t want to get sheets you hate.”

“No, no, they’re nice.” Too nice. Remus forced a smile. “I like them.”

Sirius looked at him for a moment. “Which ones do you prefer?”

The ones that don’t cost the same as my monthly food budget. “Uh, the color threw me off at first,” he said. “The blue ones are better.”

The crease between Sirius’ brows eased by a degree and he kissed Remus’ jaw gently, then switched the sets. “D’accord, mon loup. Whatever makes you happy.”

Remus was as quiet as he could be without arousing suspicion for the rest of the trip. Sirius paid for their things—like always, Remus realized with a turn of his stomach—and helped him carry the bags to the car without another word about the sheets.

He stayed quiet the whole way home.

The shame mounted as they drove. It seemed everything was a sudden, unwelcome reminder of just how different he and Sirius were. Sirius’ family had a chef during his childhood—Remus made himself PB&Js every morning for the entirety of middle school. Sirius had a brand-new car—Remus had never had cause to justify that over public transportation and Uber. It was embarrassing, and Sirius’ unintentional thoughtlessness was more frustrating than he thought it would be.

He didn’t say anything as they pulled up to the house and unloaded their shopping bags; his shirt and jeans itched his skin like sandpaper. Judging from the look on Sirius’ face, he had picked up on Remus’ frustration, but there was no way Remus was going to get into the root of it while he still felt so twitchy.

Damn you and your emotional intelligence, he thought as he slipped past Sirius’ worried glances and up the stairs to their bedroom. Be oblivious for once and let me get through this.

The bed was stripped bare—their duvet and pillows sat in a heap on top of the mattress. Remus thought back to the first night he had slept there, marveling at the cloudlike support on his achy lower back. He had chalked it up to the pure bliss that came with finally having what he really wanted, but his traitorous brain was starting to convince him it wasn’t the joy that made it seem so nice.

He had never gone without food. His parents always made sure he had clothes that mostly fit and the school supplies he needed. They paid for his hockey gear and the team dues until he was old enough to work part-time and start saving his own money; scholarships had always been of a quiet importance in their house. Things got tighter when Jules was born, but they made it work. Remus would always be grateful for that.

Sirius had never had to think about money in that way. Not once.

Remus sighed through his nose as he pulled his battered Wisconsin hoodie over his head and tightened the drawstring of his sweats, letting the comfort envelop him. “It’s not his fault,” he murmured into the mirror. “Don’t get into your head about this.”

Sirius was in the living room when Remus made his way down the stairs with his hands curled into the worn sleeves of the hoodie. He said nothing while Remus began absently cleaning up the scattered items around their junk bowl, though his gaze prickled the back of his neck.

“Mon loup?” came the soft question after two minutes of tense silence.

“Yeah?” he managed around the tightness in his lungs.

He could practically taste Sirius’ hesitation. “Did I—nevermind. Sorry.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” Sirius said again, though he seemed to be folding in on himself. Remus hated seeing him try and take up less space, and hated the idea that he was the one that caused it.

$200. On sheets.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked, leaning back against the countertop.

“No, I just—” Sirius pasted on a smile and cross the room, dropping a tentative kiss to the top of his head as he passed despite the wary look in his eyes. “Just a thought. It’s nothing.”

“You’re upset.”

“No, no, I’m good.”

“Please don’t lie to me.” It came out harsher than intended and Remus winced. “I mean—Sirius, something is obviously bothering you.”

He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over the marble countertop before making brief eye contact. “You’re angry,” he said at last, cautiously. “Are you angry with me?”

“No,” Remus said, then paused. Sirius’ face fell. “Well, I’m a little irritated, but—but it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t be.”

“It’s not stupid.”

Remus swallowed hard at the kicked-puppy look on Sirius’ face. “It is.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said.

And that was…honestly, kind of the worst thing he could say. “You don’t get it,” Remus said, staring at the floor. “Sirius, you just spent 200 dollars on sheets.”

If anything, that seemed to upset him more. “You said you liked them.”

“I—” Remus flailed his hand around. “I do! But Jesus, honey, that’s kind of a lot!”

“We both liked the sheets.”

“I don’t know how to tell you that that’s expensive!” he blurted as the words wormed their way out and hung in the air. “Two hundred dollars might be peanuts to you, but that used to be my food budget for the month!”

“Remus—”

“You have never had to budget a day in your life,” he said, quieter. “Your watch probably cost more than a month’s rent for my apartment, you’ve never taken public transportation—”

“Remus—”

“—and you make millions of dollars every year!” He paused, out of breath, and ran a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Millions, Sirius. And—and now that we’re together, that we’re living together, it’s just really apparent in a way that it wasn’t before.”

Sirius’ throat bobbed. “I wish you had told me at the store.”

“It’s not about the sheets,” Remus laughed, because there was nothing else he could do other than cry. “We have entirely different views of how much money is worth. You can pay for things for me and I can’t do the same for you, and that feels like shit.”

An unsettling quiet blanketed the whole first floor as Sirius stayed very, very still, like a small animal caught in a trap. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he confessed, barely above a whisper. “You’re right. Money is…it’s not something I’ve had to think about, but I like spending it on you.”

“I don’t like being cared for,” Remus forced out around the grate that had been keeping it down. “I don’t like feeling like I can’t support myself, or that I’m a burden on you and especially that I can’t repay that.”

Sirius finally met his eyes, and he looked appalled. “Remus, you’re never a burden.”

“It feels like it.” He was horrified to feel the burn of tears in his eyes. “Sometimes. When—when you buy nice things for me, or we go on nice vacations, or even when you buy groceries for us for the fifth time in a row, it feels like I’m using you for your money.”

“But you’re not.”

“No!” Remus said immediately. “God, no, never. That’s the last thing I want. But I don’t want you to have to change your lifestyle to make it revolve around me, either. I feel like I’m caught in the middle and there’s no good answer.”

Sirius watched him for a moment, the way that always made Remus feel a little bit like a particularly intricate play he was trying to work out. “What did you want to say at the store?”

“I—what?”

“What did you want to say while we were getting the sheets?”

Remus bit his lip in thought. “Those are too expensive, and I think we should get different ones,” he said eventually. “I like the color and the fabric, but I don’t want to spend that much money on sheets when we could do something else with it.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.” The earnest look on Sirius’ face eased some of the bubbling feelings in his chest. “And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.”

“I was embarrassed.”

“…why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing to look at your multi-millionaire boyfriend and say, ‘I can’t afford $200 sheets’, Sirius. It sucks. I feel like I can’t measure up.”

Sirius nodded. “I’ve never judged you for your money, not once. Just for the record. There’s nothing I would rather spend it on than making you happy.”

“I don’t want to be sheltered and provided for.” Remus blinked back the last of the tears and closed his eyes. “I want us to be equals. That’s important to me.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t know how to fix this right away.”

“I don’t, either.” Warm fingers brushed the back of his hand and he leaned into Sirius without looking. “Can we try and figure it out, though? As a team?”

“Yes, captain,” he snorted, feeling Sirius’ soft huff on the top of his head. They stood silently for a few seconds before Remus let go of his tension with a slow exhale. “I don’t think a joint bank account is a good idea yet, but maybe we can start by alternating who buys groceries? Or something small like that. I don’t want to feel like this anymore, not with you. I love you too much.”

Sirius nuzzled into his hair for a moment before lips pressed against his temple. “How about we start by making the bed?”

The pressure on Remus’ chest eased. Making the bed was easy. They had the exact same method for it, a function of Sirius growing up with a militant mother and Remus’ aunts lovingly terrorizing him into learning how to do hospital corners. It was an olive branch that he could happily accept with a light squeeze around Sirius’ waist. Baby steps, he thought. We’ll deal with the big stuff when we’re better settled. He offered a half-smile to Sirius. “What are we waiting for?”

[niskoo]

Burrito run

pairing: rich kid! Jake x rich kid! reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l! AU

warnings: food, swearing, sneaking out (??)

word count: 3k words

a/n: my dumbass posted this on my nct acc omfg

this was originally for haechan of nct for my nct acc (@daegall) but i thought i could treat you guys to hehe

networks: @enhypennetwork

You had known Jake for more than half of your lives. Thanks to both of your rich ass parents setting you two up for a playdate at the age of 12, now you have found your rock and partner in crime. You know when he's feeling down, when he wants to cause trouble for no reason, when he has an eye for someone, heck, you know when and how to get him out of any situation when needed.

Like right now, as he gives you a side glance as he talks boringly to a group of men. All they talked about was business. Jake wanted to talk about that one burrito place down the block, he wants to get out of there and go get some. He wants to get out of this stupid high class party he has no part of.

He knows you do too, he knows by the way you keep glancing at the back door by the kitchen, and how you occasionally move to each group closer to the door. You know he catches up to the plan, how he also moves from group to group, excusing himself every 2 minutes.

You politely excuse yourself from the many unknown rich aunts who just questioned your love life, giving them a very passive smile, before turning to move to another group.

You don't get to go to another group, because you're already so close to the door, and Jake approaches you.

"Why, hello there, miss Y/n."

You feign shock at his greeting, holding a hand to your chest, "My, Jaeyun, wasn't it? It's been too long!"

Your best friend nods, playing along to the small skit you two have created, "About 2 hours, I think? You've grown very beautifully,"

You flick your hand at him, nudging his shoulder not-so-gently, "Oh stop."

You bite your lip to hold back a loud laugh when Jake winces at your harsh push at his shoulder, watching as his face twists in playful anger. You can't help but thin he looks absolutely adorable, nose scrunched up and eyes narrowed in a non meaningful glare, you ought to kiss his puffed cheeks.

You shake the last thought from your mind, bringing the elegant glass of champagne to your lips, sipping lightly at the sweet and slightly sour liquid. You then take a double check around the spacious room, to see if anyone is watching.

Your mother and father were chatting at the far corner with the parents of Jay, a guy you met earlier this evening. He looked just as bored as you. Jake's parents stood not too far from your parents, greeting anyone who approached them.

This was your chance.

Quickly, as Jake was mumbling something about you growing up strongly as well, you grab his arm. He yelps in surprise, as you drag him through the back door, lightly blushing at your gentle touch at his wrist.

The back door soon slams behind the both of you, and you are met with a large yard.

"Y/n! What if someone caught us?"

Giving Jake a side glare, you start to trudge down the flight of stairs to the garden, "You were too busy complaining about my guns to notice we had a chance to escape. You're welcome."

"You're weak!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

You ignore the upcoming argument you could've started, taking off your painful heels. They were absolutely stunning, but stung your feet constantly. Beauty is pain, as mother says.

"Lead the way to the burrito truck you claimed to see on the way here!"

Through the many bushes, and many guards, and even more bushes, you finally make it out the the big mansion, and into the dark streets. It's 10 in the night, you hope the burrito place is still open or your only choice left is a McDonalds about an hour away or convenience store food. Not that you minded, but you haven't had a burrito since you were 18. You had it right after graduation day with one of your closes friends who you have no idea of her whereabouts now.

The last time Jake had a burrito is about last week, the first time he met another rich kid named Sunghoon. Their parents gave them a bunch of money to go spend on expensive and top quality foods, but they both mutually agreed to get cheap burritos that would probably give them a bad stomach.

Jake takes the lead, as expected, for he was the one who spotted the food truck. He took off his blazer some time ago, you don't remember when, but with his jacket thrown over his elbow and sleeves rolled up like that, you can't help but admire.

You notice every single little thing about him, his slow, rhythmic paces, occasionally kicking stray rocks on the sidewalk. You watch as his hair slightly bounces as he kicks yet another rock, and you want to pet his hair.

There was that one time when you were 16 and you had a movie night as your parents went away for some business, he had his head on your lap, you didn't mind for some reason. At some point you had started playing lightly with a few strands of his hair, but you didn't notice. The moment you softly ran your hands through his hair, you realized, and decided to keep your hands to yourself after that. To your surprise he protested against it, claiming it was very comforting. So now every time one of you come over to the other's house, you would somehow find yourself playing with his hair, like pure human instinct.

But now as you observed your best friend more, you have a different feeling running through you as you had an urge to softly play with them once more, as if it wasn't as platonic anymore. But that was absurd. you've been friends for 10 years now, why are you just feeling like this now?

Your heart jumps in your chest when you are suddenly met with Jake's eyes, shining brightly with a slight mischievous gloss glazing over them. "Can we pick up the pace please? I'm getting pretty hungry and I know you are too."

Your heart softens as he sticks his arm out, gesturing you to come next to him. You jog barefoot to his side, instantly looping your arm with his.

It doesn't take long to find the food truck Jake mentioned, just a 10 minutes from the mansion, somewhere near the center of town. You had to drive about 2 hours to get here, and so did Jake, so it's a bit strange how he knew his way around the town so easily. You guess he just is that way.

You practically drool at the smell of savory foods that lingers in the air, sucking the saliva in your mouth.

Your best friend eyes you playfully, nudging your hip with his, "See? What did I tell you? Burrito food truck!"

You don't respond, simply grunting and dragging him to the cashier to order some food.

It takes a lot of time to decide on what burrito you'd buy, there were even tacos, and weirdly, cookies and croissants. It was your dream food truck, really. In the end, you both went for the classic burrito, nothing could beat it.

There were no seats to the food truck, sadly, so you and Jake opted to sit on the curb, legs sprawled out on the road, hopefully no cars drive by.

"You ready?" Your best friend asks you, looking at you with much anticipation. You stare at your own burrito in much more anticipation, it's been 4 years since you had a burrito. You wonder how you could survive that long.

You nod vivaciously, already opening your mouth to take a bite. Jake chuckles as he watches you take your first bite, your cheeks instantly puffing out full of the contents. You shut your eyes in bliss, licking your lips for anything left on them.

As you continue to chew, you shake your head, "Shit, I haven't had anything this good in sooo long." You exaggerate, taking yet another bite of the heavenly treat.

Jake can't agree more, he just had a burrito last week, but somehow eating one with you feels different. Especially when you don't mind him seeing and pointing out the smeared food around your mouth, simply trying to search for it with your tongue instead.

Your best friend wants to cherish this moment forever, keep it deep in his heart and laugh at it in the future when he suddenly gets reminded of it, he wants to brag about it to his friends, maybe even share it with his grandchildren, he doesn't know. All he knows is that you're it for him.

You're the one he's spent all of his teenage years with, his first heartbreak, first sleepover, first drink was with you, heck, you were his first close friend!

You know so much about him, you share so much about yourself to him, he's the one you trust. He's the first person you call out to when you're down, first person you call out to in the best of your times. It amazing how much you've been through together, and Jake thinks anything is possible, as long as it's you.

Falling in love seems so much easier than ever, especially at that moment, eating a burrito instead of the expensive caviar at the party before, just with him. And nobody else.

He wants to make you his. Not just his best friend, his lover, his soul mate, his whole world. Not that you weren't already.

"What's wrong?" you suddenly ask Jake, startling him. "You nudge your chin at the burrito in his hands, "Why aren't you eating?"

Jake flushes, realizing he's been staring at you the whole time, taking a big bite of his burrito, before looking away bashfully. "It's nothing."

You grow suspicious of his actions, watching as he swallows and bites his lip shyly. You choose to leave it there, instead bringing up your parents being out of town next week.

The conversation keeps going, from one topic to the other, swerving all over the place, but that's just how it is, talking to the person you're most comfortable with.

The conversation goes on and on until you find yourself walking along the streets blindly, fiddling with the paper packaging of the burrito you ate. You also find yourself wearing Jake's shoes instead of walking barefoot, he gave to you after you complained about walking over so many rocks, and you didn't like how your heart swarmed and beat dangerously fast as he claimed it would be better if you borrowed them for the night.

Strangely enough, his blazer he took off about and hour ago now stayed on your shoulders, keeping you warm from the cold breezes of the night. All your best friend's actions made you swoon over him, and that wasn't something you would feel often. Maybe occasionally, but not everyday.

Jake doesn't know what got into him when he took his shoes off for you, or when he draped his blazer on your shoulders, or why he took your heels and held it for you. What he does know, is that he enjoys the way your lips purse and a light shade of pink dusted over your cheeks. Or how you pull his blazer tighter around your body and sub-consciously loop your arm around his again.

You two never really got to go through the proper high school experience, your parents forced you to go to a strict school with strict rules, they didn't even have celebrations.

Jake always imagines what it would be like to go to a dance, prom, maybe? Full of fun, dancing, and definitely you. You had a similar vision. Chugging down punch or soda and dancing crazily together until you both get sick and throw up in the bathroom.

Prom was like a mutual yearning for the both of you.

God, how you would kill to have a normal high school experience.

"You know," Jake starts, "this feels like I'm walking you home after prom."

You can't stop the grin from reaching your lips, giving into it and letting out a soft laugh. Softly, you elbow his side, "Corny."

There are a few laughs here and there after that, but overall just comforting silence that goes throughout the night. The crickets that echo throughout the night are your only noises, and the few cars rushing by. You two come to a stop at a random bench by a streetlamp, settling there until you realize it's time to go back to the party.

You realize it, but you just don't want to let go of the moment.

You feel Jake hook his leg under yours, swinging them together in sync as you rest and stare into the night sky. Tonight isn't that much of a pretty night, no stars, barely a moon, but that's alright, you're enjoying the most of it.

You turn your head away from the boring black sky, instead facing the mot interesting thing you find in life. Jake is staring down at your swinging legs, smiling at the sight. He fiddles softly with your fingers, caressing and tracing them as if they were one of the most precious things in the world.

Your eyes trail from your tangled legs, to your tangled hands, all the way up to Jake's face, tracing each and every detail with your gaze. You don't remember when he matured, you only remember the fluffy cheeked bowl cut Jake when you two were still middle schoolers. Now all that cheek has become more defined, especially his jaw, you can't help but admire him. He was like a piece of art. Your favorite piece of art.

For the second time that night, you focus on his hair, and ought to run your hands through them once again. To pull him into your embrace as he rests on you, to simply relax and twirl his strands around your fingers.

It seems like whenever you're staring at his hair, Jake just startles you with his eyes, still glossy, but this time they hold something different.

They admire you just as much as yours admire him.

Slowly, as if an unspoken agreement, you lean in closer to his face. His breath close to your cheek sets goosebumps trailing your body, and his touch now on your neck warms you inside.

Your eyes flit between his eyes and lips, oh those plump, soft lips you dream of. You would never admit it, but you have had many urges to crash your own upon them.

And that's exactly what you do. Though, crash isn't the right word to describe it. They press together softly more than recklessly, pulling into a soft lock, something much more than just platonic love being poured into it. Pure bliss and love are being poured like gentle and calm rivers, the ones you find clear and beautiful in parks. It runs faster as Jake tilts your head to kiss you closer, lips wrapped up in the warmth of yours. It feels like home to him.

Jake is absolutely perfect, you decide, despite all the many nights spent together breaking down, left for each other to pick the other up, it makes him perfect.

He thinks you're the most flawless thing he's ever seen, despite all the gems and crystals he sees in most parties, you're the brightest one shining, he could never find any jewel more valuable than you.

You pull away with one last soft lock of your lips, but stay close and ghost them together. You find his eyes the shining the most you have ever seen in the 10 years you have spent with him, one different emotion fluttering behind them. Love.

You surely don't feel that big of a person when you're at these big rich parties, even if everyone knew of your name. But kissing your best friend and being the one he sees, he loves, being his, you feel like you could rule the world.

You know you're his after this. How could you not? The way he breaks out into a very bashful smile when you leave one last peck on his lips, the way he holds you so close. There was no way he couldn't be yours after this.

A week later you have a very sleepy boyfriend on your couch, his head resting on your lap as you play softly with his hair. Nothing is all that different, except for all the kisses he steals when reaching up to you. And of course, the corny lines being thrown at each other as a competition to see who can come up with the cheesiest, most disgusting pick up line ever.

"I want to wrap you in my arms and make you my baerito."

"Ugh Jake that was just straight but bad! Not even funny or cheesy!"

Jake simply laughs, and wraps his arms around you just as he claimed to have wanted to, mumbling how he agreed into your forehead.

Being in his arms, you feel like you could fight everything that would try to hurt your lover, but for now you stick to the playful pokes he gives to your stomach and sides.

[shorkbrian]

Fuck the context and the way you portrayed shinso in your brother fic of him was so hot. Can’t wait for him to become unhinged and not even care what his parents would think/if they’re home and just defile you whenever he wants bc he’s just that desperate

Prelude -  gonna call this mess “FaMiLy BoNdInG” and bruh trust me it’s a mess but I tried so enjoy k gbye

Pairing - Aizawa X Reader X Shinsou

Prompt - at the top and combined with these two!

Warnings - psuedo-incest, NSFW, non con, dubcon, all the cons. Step dad Aizawa and step bro Shinsou are a force to be reckoned with. Mentions of DP at the end.

Music - I listened to https://open.spotify.com/track/1xFfbxmfenEpn4WawGWXiA?si=OUFp4ANsSR-6V_H187Eblw while writing even though it has NO relation to the fic spsosfnjsdhgsslfdn dead

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking soda and scrolling mindlessly on your phone when your stepbrother had come up behind you, looping his arms over your shoulders as he leaned down.

“Hey girlie, what’re you doing?”

“Nothin’.” You shifted, moving so his mouth was away from your ear, squirming uncomfortably. 

There was a beat of silence, before Shinsou stood, his presence looming behind you like a harbinger of evil. “Come up to my room? I’m tired, wanna hold you.” You sighed, hunching your shoulders and curling in upon yourself. You knew it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a request that you could ignore or refuse. He was just giving you the illusion of having a choice. Well,  you did have a choice;  go with your brother willingly, or get dragged, risk him getting angry if you said you were feeling sick, get into a fight with the man that could pin you to the ground without breaking a sweat.

“Shinsou…. “

“C’mon.” He didn’t wait for you to figure out how to beg for him to leave you be, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet with ease. You went limp, what else could you do?

The purple-haired man reached under your skirt, a modest, knee-length thing, wrenching your panties down with one hand.  You squeezed your eyes shut when his hand brushed against your hip, when he eyed the panties clutched in his fist.

“Cute.”

Gross. 

Then he was tugging you along, headed towards his room. 

You were so tired.

Mind almost shutting down, you stumbled when the audible clanking of the garage door beginning to open could be heard.

Dad was home.

Wide eyed, you caught Shinsou’s equally-surprised gaze, the man in front of you tightening his grip on your arm. Without another word, his pace was quickened.  Aizawa wasn’t supposed to get home until midnight, was supposed to be working late at the office. 

Shinsou tugged you into his room, slammed the door shut,  pushed you onto the bed. He had a sense of urgency; he was stressed, thrown off by the sudden and unexpected arrival of your father. “Gotta be quiet now, don’t want dad to hear us, right?”

You nodded, dazed, exhausted. Nothing had happened yet and you were already retreating inside your mind, resigning yourself to whatever your older brother was going to do today. He had said he wanted to cuddle, but that usually meant lazy sex while he hugged you, kissing your neck and falling asleep after making the both of you cum.

Without any preamble, the man climbed onto the bed, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently guide you to lay back. Then he was scrabbling at your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bralette and skirt. He kneeled between your legs, pulling your skirt up to mid thigh to give him more room to maneuver.

“Shinsou please don’t, dad’s-“

“Shhhh, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.”

Shinsou spat into his palm, the sound making you cringe as you thumbed at the soft blankets underneath you. He was unbuttoning his pants, shoving at his underwear until he could get his cock free. The man went quicker than usual as he slicked up his length with his spit, very much aware of the presence of someone else in the house. 

At this point, Shinsou really didn’t care.

He had been fucking you for so long, pulling you aside for a quickie when your parents ran to the store, taking his time when they went away for a weekend,  fucked you on the couch when they went out for date-night. Feeling particularly bold today, he barely thought to pause when your father had gotten home. Right now, he wanted to lay down with his little sister, fuck you until you fell asleep, and then cuddle with your pliant body. Dad home or not, he was determined.

Your skirt was pushed even further up your body, the material bunching at your waist so your stepbrother had unfettered access to your bare pussy. Clenching your eyes shut, you turned your head away as you felt Shinsou pull your hips into his lap so he could rub his cock against your folds. He hissed at the sensation, spitting into his hand again before reaching around his cock to smear his saliva onto your puffy slit, too impatient and hurried to properly prep you.

It was odd to see the purple haired man like this; usually he was very laid-back, slow and gathered in his movements. Right now he was rushing, pushing the tip of his cock slowly into your entrance when usually he would still be making you cry on his fingers. The stretch was immediate, almost burning, and your lungs tightened.

A hand reached up to cover your mouth, Shinsou’s thumb massaging your cheek as he hushed you. You grabbed onto his arm, not to pull him away (it would be useless, he was so much stronger than you), but to ground yourself,  able to do nothing but hold onto the man causing you pain.

The sound of dishes clattering down in the kitchen had Shinsou’s hips bucking forward suddenly, filling you up, pressing too far, too soon. He swore lowly, hand tightening around your mouth as you let out a pained noise.

His hips stilled, the hand not at your mouth petting soothingly at your hip in an imitation of comfort. Funny, you thought - you wouldn’t need comfort if your stupid step brother could manage to keep his dick in his pants.

As the seconds passed, both of you aware of Aizawa down in the kitchen, your muscles slowly relaxed. The stretch burned less, felt more manageable. Still, you were entirely unprepared when Shinsou drew his hips back before rutting into you.

You screeched, the sound muffled by his hand but undeniably loud.  Shinsou leaned over you, unwittingly pushing himself deeper as he tried to soothe you with his quiet “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

If you were able, you would scream that you weren’t. You weren’t okay, nothing was okay. Everything about this was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. The way his hips were twitching into you, the way he kissed your cheeks and thumbed away your tears. The pleasure that was sparking in your core, the fact that it was your stepbrother getting ready to pound you into the mattress.

He was thrusting smoothly now, cock drilling into you a a steady pace. You were getting wet, the slide easier and less painful, pleasure slowly filtering in. When Shinsou plucked at your clit, you squirmed, hips shamefully moving to meet his own. He started increasing the pace, breathing heavily as the two of you rocked together on the bed. Occasionally his bed creaked, the wood rubbing at the joints and squeaking. 

On one hand, you hoped dad didn’t hear. On the other, you wished he would -  that he’d come save you from his son.

You got a mockery of your wish.

“Kids?”  Aizawa was walking up the stairs, the third step that always creaked whenever someone tread on it announcing his ascent.

“Shit.” Shinsou breathed, pulling out of you, manhandling you quickly. He threw back the covers of his bed, shoved you down, settled behind you. He didn’t have to tell you to be good - the taboo, disgustingly wrong nature of what he had been doing was too embarrassing for you to reveal to your stepfather. Accusing his biological son of assaulting you? Raping you? Would dad even believe you? You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t.

Dad knocked as Shinsou pulled the covers up, covering your state of undress. You knew your bralette straps were still visible, and Shinsou still had his shirt on. It would probably just look like the two of you had been napping, but then again, it would still seem odd. Whenever your parents were home you stayed as far away from your brother as possible - you weren’t one to just go cuddle with him.

The door creaked open, and your dad peered in. You were so embarrassed, half-naked and utterly humiliated underneath the covers. You didn’t know what to feel or what to do, frozen in fear and indecision. 

“Hey dad, need something?” Shinsou rumbled from behind you, voice steady and monotoned.

Light eyes scanned the room, before settling on you and your brother. Aizawa gave you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be in here, before his eyes shifted to the man behind you. “Wanted to let you know I’m home. Mom won’t be back until late, do you two have any specific requests for dinner?”

Shinsou shifted closer to you, so close that you could feel his rapidly beating heart through the warm flesh of his chest.

“Nah, we’re fine with whatever.”

Aizawa nodded, giving you one more confused glance. Maybe he could tell something was up? You felt like you couldn’t breathe. As the dark-haired man turned, obviously moving to shut the door and head back down to the kitchen, Shinsou was pushing his cock into you, his heart trying to beat out of his chest against your back.

Before you could stop yourself, you were whimpering.

“Dad….”

Shinsou froze as Aizawa turned back, stepping further into the room. You were quiet, tears budding at the corners of your eyes.  You couldn’t make yourself utter another word, completely unsettled at the situation. What were you supposed to do? You wanted him to save you, but you didn’t know how to ask. Your stepfather was studying you, was waiting for you to say something more. His gaze was flickering between you tearful eyes, your bralette straps visible above the blanket, the position you and Shinsou were in. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

All three of you were silent, the moment seeming to stretch on forever. 

You were so tired.

Breaking the stillness, Aizawa took another step into the room, brows slowly drawing down as the realization dawned upon him.

“Shinsou.” HIs voice was low, he rolled his son’s name in his mouth quietly, almost hesitantly. “What the fuck is going on.”

Your brother’s cock was still inside you.

“I was tired. (Y/N)’s cuddling with me, she was telling me about a dog she saw-“ Aizawa snorted, arms crossing as he took another step towards the bed. “Nice try. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

Shinsou was silent behind you, his heart beating loud and fast against your back.  

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” His voice was softer as he asked you, throaty still - but softer.  The tears clouding your vision finally flooded, streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him. 

“Please… I....” You couldn’t formulate the words, mortification surrounding your body, Shinsou’s hand squeezing bruises into your hip. It was too much. You wished you had never existed,  that none of this had happened.

Unable to get an answer out of either of you, Aizawa strode forward, grabbed the covers, ripped them off the bed and dumped them in a heap.

You sobbed.

Both men were silent as you cried fat tears, embarrassed at being revealed, gratification at dad finally discovering the awfulness you had been subjected to these past few months.

Shinsou thrust his hips further into your warmth.

You choked, eyes snapping up to Aizawa. Shinsou was supposed to stop the second the two of were caught. He wasn’t supposed to keep going. Why wasn’t dad saying anything? Telling Shinsou to get off of you, get out of the house? Why wasn’t he calling the police? Why wasn’t he pulling your skirt down, trying to preserve your modesty?

The man was staring at the mess between your legs, Shinsou’s cock sliding in and out of you as you sobbed. Aizawa was breathing a bit heavier, his face, stance, demeanor no longer angry.

Dread filled your bones, settled like hot glue.

“Can you see how wet she is? She’s dripping.” Shinsou prodded, Aizawa frozen in place, mouth dry as he watched. “She’s always so warm inside, feels so nice.“

He was egging Aizawa on, seizing the moment and capturing his dad’s hesitance, manipulating it. You let out a whine as Shinsou’s pace picked up, cock beginning to hammer into your pussy. The purple haired man looped an arm underneath your thigh, hefting it into the air to allow Aizawa a better view.

“Doesn’t she sound so sweet? She tastes just as good, feels even better.” He was breathing heavily now, as he rutted into your warmth. Dropping your thigh, Shinsou reached for your clit, trapping the nub between his fingers and flicking at it. You cried out, your own hips squirming in indecisiveness , unable to choose between puling away or pushing back into the delicious sensation. It didn’t take much more to have you cumming.

Shinsou grunted as your walls squeezed around his cock, giving a few more frantic thrusts before he shot his load deep within your cunt, hips twitching as he worked through his own orgasm

You watched Aizawa sit down on the bed, close to your knees.

“How long?” He sounded strained. Shinsou shrugged, still panting.

Aizawa’s rough hand rested on your knee, his flat eyes closing as he paused. “Get up.”

The command wasn’t directed at you, but at your brother. Somehow, you didn’t think it would end up with your stepdad kicking his son out of the house.

Shinsou seemed to think the same as he pulled out, uncaring to the way you flinched as his cock dragged against your sensitive walls. He was silent as he shuffled to the end of the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants. 

Aizawa grabbed your ankle and in one smooth move, dragged you to him. You squeaked at the sudden movement, eyes wide as you watched Aizawa look you up and down. The front of his slacks were tented.

He pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest, turning so the both of you faced Shinsou who still stood at the foot of the bed.

“Does he make you feel good?” The older man’s stubble was scratchy against your cheek. You didn’t know where this was going, felt so lost and bad and sick.

  “Sometimes…”

It was impossible to lie. You knew if you did, Shinsou would cut in, tell his father how he made you cum everytime. How most of the time, you were screaming in pleasure before he would even take his pants off. 

Looking at the floor, you missed the look between father and son.

“He touch you here?” You gasped as a large hand grasped at your chest through your bralette. Aizawa’s hands were bigger than his son’s, rougher and more confident in their touch.

“Yes.”

“What about-“ tears streamed down your face as the hand slid further, over your tummy, over the fabric of your skit, down to your abused, sensitive cunt. “-Here?”

“Please stop, please.”

Aizawa didn’t answer, let his hand rest over the top of your pussy, feel his son’s cum slowly leaking out. “Shinsou, come here.”

The purple-haired man obeyed, stepping closer, falling to his knees at the edge of the bed when Aizawa motioned for him to do so.

“Clean up your sister.”

You weren’t too surprised. It shouldn’t have been hard to see where Shinsou had learned his nasty little tricks from. Still, it hurt your heart, struggling in your step-dad’s lap as he held you in place. 

Shinsou was smiling, leaning forward to shove his face in-between your thighs, chuckling when you yelped as he tongued over your hole. You used your hands to shove at his head, pull at his hair, but he caught them in his grip. They were pulled down by your sides, where Shinsou held them still.

“No, no! Stop! You can’t, no—dad!!” You were sobbing, pleading as Shinsou continued his assault on your cunt, licking out his own cum from your insides. Aizawa was holding your legs, keeping you spread-eagled and open.

“I’m not a good guy (Y/N), neither of us are.” His hardness was rubbing up against your back as you squirmed. “And from now on, you call me daddy.” “No! I won’t, let me go!” You thrashed, putting all your energy into loosing the iron grip holding your legs. Shinsou pulled back, licking his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“She was like this when I first had her. Mouthy little thing, still hasn’t learned proper manners.” He didn’t wait for Aizawa to respond, leaning back forward to continue slurping at your swollen lips.

“That’s alright, she’ll learn… I am a teacher after all.”

You wanted to vomit. You went limp, sobbing raggedly in Aizawa’s arms - completely demoralized and humiliated. There was no use fighting when Shinsou had been hurting you.  Now with two fully grown men focused on you? Forget about it.

Aizawa was quiet as Shinsou worked you up to an orgasm, the only sound besides your crying the wet, squishy lapping of Shinsou’s tongue suckling at your pussy. When he switched his focus to your clit, you wheezed, jolting in place as his tongue started laving over the little bud rapidly, quickly throwing you higher and higher and-

You wailed through your second orgasm, almost unable to breathe. 

Moments passed before you were able to calm yourself, ugly-crying and begging the two men to please, please leave you alone. Please leave, don’t touch you.

If you weren’t numb from your orgasm, you would feel sick.

“Shinsou, where’s your lube?”

Purple hair bounced as your brother cocked his head, still kneeling between your legs. “She doesn’t need lube, she’s soaking wet.”

“She’s gonna need it if we’re both going to fit.”

Neither man seemed to be able to hear your panicked pleas, too excited about prepping you to take both of them together.

What an awful attempt at family bonding.

[jenojaemssss]

nct dream as your boyfriend

nct dream x gn!reader

fluffy boyfriend!nct dream headcanons because it's 2 am and i'm all up in my head <3 also because i have no motivation to work on dont need it and am holding it off as much as i possibly can before finalizing it <3

lee mark

just the softest boy

we already know he really enjoys playing the guitar

so i feel like he’s the type to wake up at like 3 in the morning with a melody in mind

like he wakes up in cold sweat because he has such a good idea and he CANNOT forget it

he’d record a snippet of it and send it to you after he perfects it

but this is rare because he’d rather hear your reaction

mark isn’t the type to facetime; he’d rather just call you or just come over to see you in person

so a lot of the time you’d get an incoming phone call

at 3 in the morning

because he forgets the time when he’s immersed in his craft

and because it’s a phone call, he can’t see you squinting at your phone

but you’d try your best to not make it obvious that you were already asleep

and then he’d go on and on about how he was in the middle of writing something and thought about you

his voice literally just wakes you up because he’s so excited over his creation

“ready to hear it?”

and after playing it for you he’d have the widest, goofiest smile on his face

he’d be so proud of yourself after you give him a personal round of applause

but his grin doesn’t stay on for long because there’d be banging on his wall from his housemates telling him to shut up

this happened so often that they don’t even have to say anything, just forcefully tap their wall and he’d get the hint

usually then, he’d finally realize how late-or technically, early- it was getting

“ah shit, fuck were you sleeping when i called?”

and you’d just chuckle because he’s so damn cute

and then you’d remind him how much you love and enjoy his hobby

and how it makes you happy getting to listen to him play his guitar

“you do know you don’t have to pick up, right?”

but you’d just smile even wider and he could hear it over the phone and he’d smile too

your smile is so endearing to him

and when he was the reason you’re smiling, it sends him through the clouds

because how could HE be the cause of such a beautiful smile

“hey, baby?”

“yeah, mark?”

“i love you.”

and you’d giggle so hard because he still gives you butterflies

“i love you, too, mageolli.”

“bro, did hyuck teach you that?” he squeaks

another bang on his wall makes him jump and he ends up whispering to you for about another hour

huang renjun

this man loves to read, so whenever he’s reading a book he really likes, he’d annotate it with the intentions of giving it to you

sometimes he’d highlight funny things and write little notes like “this made me laugh and i thought you’d like it too”

so fucking endearing let me tell you

and when he comes across romantic lines, he’d highlight them in pink and write little notes on how it reminded him of you

when he’s done with the book and gives it to you, you’d find cute little highlighted portions with notes and messages directed for you

sometimes, he’d write you cute little messages on the inside cover, kind of like an introduction to his annotations

he’d also write a mini introduction to the content of the book, but in his own cute way

“i found this book really funny (those funny scenes are highlighted in yellow) and there were a lot of scenes where the interactions between the two main characters reminded me of you and i, so those are highlighted in purple”

and a bunch of other notes related to his annotations

the back cover has a mini summary and all his personal thoughts after finishing the book

“could they BE anymore stupid? he should have confessed to her when…” and many more angry-renjun reactions

there was one time he was reading pride and prejudice and came across this line

“in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.”

he was about to pull out his highlighter and smear the bright pink across it but pauses

and then he just slams the book closed because he remembers how much of an asshole mr. darcy was in this book

and how much he hated pride and prejudice

he was only reading it again because you asked him to read it with you

the two of you often picked out your favorite books and had the other one read it and discuss it with each other after you both finished

kind of like a personal book club

this time around you picked this wretched book and he was not having it

but then you pulled out the puppy eyes

he gagged in front of you and asked that if he’d read it with you, you wouldn’t pull that shit again

internally he loved it, he just doesn’t like showing it physically

anyways, after slamming the book shut he stood up from the couch but was so pissed off with the fucking book that he called you

“babe, why is lizzy so fucking idiotic?”

you’re just as confused as he is, but for a totally different reason

“i know we’re supposed to discuss when we’re finished but i just cannot read this book anymore.”

lee jeno

the type of boyfriend that has a really hard time expressing his feelings in words

so he’d show it in his actions instead

his love language is most likely physical touch

but at the same time he seems like the type to not enjoy too much physical affection in public

yet he still needs to be touching you: always

just small gestures to keep in physical contact with you

it reassures him that you’re still there

in public, he’d make an effort to hold pinkies

like he’d interlock them when you’re walking around the grocery store or just when you go on walks together

oh yeah, jeno really likes walks

like when the two of you are having a really rough day or when you’re both just not in the best mood, he’d ask to go on walks to clear your minds

it’s his way of telling you that he’s there for you

on the rough days, instead of holding your pinky, he’d intertwine your hands instead

and when you guys argue over things and he doesn’t know what to say, he’d leave the room for a bit so that you don’t say things you don’t really mean to each other

jeno is a good man, he was raised right

so he KNOWS when he’s at fault

and when he realizes what he’s done and takes all the things you say into consideration, you’d hear the sink running or the vacuum turn on

he’d clean your apartment for you as an apology

back to the physical touch aspect of him

rare *public* back hugs here and there but only around people he’s comfortable with

but when you’re alone??

he would literally CLING onto you, personal bubble does not exist to this man

wraps his arms around your waist when you cook or do the dishes, playing footsies when you eat, all of that

sometimes when you’re both on the couch doing work on separate laptops he’d make it a literal mission to be in physical contact with you

like even if it interferes with his work, he’s gotta be touching you

he’d have one leg thrown over your torso if your hands are too busy with something

it’s really endearing because if you moved at all, like even just a little and he wasn’t able to have a part of his body on yours, he’d start pouting

he’d reach his arms or legs out in a grabbing motion and not say anything

and then you’d have to reposition yourself so that the two of you would be able to work and he still be able to touch you

and his smiles, the fucking smiles when he gets to hold your hand after you guys finish working on whatever you needed to work on

his cuddles are top tier too, and he’d make sure you guys get at least 30 minutes of cuddles a day

lee donghyuck

the whiniest, most annoying (but adorable) boyfriend ever

like jeno, he needs to be in physical contact with you, but instead of quietly pouting or reaching for you, he’d YELL

“y/n! hold my hand!”

“but i’m typing-”

“babe, hold my hand!!!!” *intense pouting*

he normally drops it when he knows you’re actually busy, but when he knows you’re just watching a movie or something, he keeps pestering you until you hold his hand

and when you do, he takes the opportunity to POUNCE on you like he just deadass lays on top of you

and you let him because it’s actually really comforting having his weight on top of you

NOSE KISSES!!!!!! lots of those

and forehead pecks

it goes both ways, though, because he likes receiving those too!!!!! fairness!!!!!

he’s the type to play tricks on you, but never takes it too far because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way

and he spoils you a lot

like not with materialistic things (though sometimes he does) but more with arguments and when it comes to picking what to do/eat for the day

he’s the type to always think before his actions, yet when he’s around you, all logic is thrown to the side

“you wanna go bungee jumping? bet!” (even though he’s afraid of heights)

he gets two of everything when he goes to the store; one for him and one for you

and when you first started dating, you got a bit shy because of this due to the fact that he’s spending extra on you

you felt bad he was spending extra money so whenever you were buying things, you followed his habit and do the same thing

and for the first couple months he’d say that it’s fine and everything but when you both got really comfortable around each other, he’d be really witty with his comebacks

“no, i don’t wanna share with you” or “pay me back then”

sometimes the casual, “no, you’re gonna eat all of it and leave me nothing”

soon enough, the two of you fell into the habit of buying two of everything wherever you went (besides the things that you both know the other person hates)

also, when you first started dating, a lot of it was just casually hanging out at a park or walking around a random neighborhood and getting food nearby

street food you can take on the go >>>> food from fancy restaurants

and also, when you first started getting snacks for each other and he didn’t know what you liked, he got one of everything

like for example, the first time you guys had a movie night at your place, he went to the store but didn’t know what brand of chips you preferred so he bought both kinds

(he learned that day what your favorite snacks and brands were and he remembered it forever)

na jaemin

HUGS!

jaemin is the king of hugs, like no one, absolutely NO ONE can beat him when it comes to hugs

they’re always so warm and he always knows whenever you need one

he’s kind of like a battery pack, so whenever you hug him, you feel recharged and energized

because all his hugs are full of love and you can literally feel it radiating off of him

“jaems, i need-”

you can’t even finish your sentence because he’s already engulfing you

“i know, baby”

sometimes you’d tease him and say things like, “i was gonna ask for some water” or some shit like that and he’d get all pouty

and when he’s about to let go, you just pull him into you more

so obviously, he’s another fan of physical affection

but unlike jeno and hyuck, he’s not quite the clingy type

he will give you your space and will not invade your personal bubble, but instead just show that he’s there by doing other things

whenever he sees that your water glass is half empty, he’d go refill it

would always ask if you wanted a snack

would feed you his food when you were busy working on your laptop

just little actions to show that he’s paying attention to you

you pick up on his habit and slowly become more tentative too

he’s also the type that shows the overprotective type of affection too

like, when it gets cold and he notices you shiver a little, he’d immediately take off his sweater/hoodie/jacket, whatever, and give it to you

or whenever your clothes seem to be bothering you, he’d offer you his shirt or pants or anything for you to feel more comfortable

he really enjoys cooking for you, so you’d have little cooking dates every once in a while where he teaches you a recipe or you teach him something

and it always either ends up in a disaster or a really appetizing success, no mediocre food in this household

the disasters are normally when you’re in charge of the cooking because you get distracted by jaemin’s crackheadery

he talks to the fucking vegetables and asks them how their day was before chopping them up, like what the fuck?

the normally tentative jaemin gets distracted because he’s making you laugh

he loves hearing you laugh, so he keeps doing what he’s doing to get to hear it more

so sometimes you forget you’re boiling something, you forget there’s something on the stove and shit starts spilling out

you’re both panicking and looking for the fire extinguisher

jaemin just ends up smacking it with whatever he’s holding and the flames go out and you both end up laughing and rolling around on the floor for the next 10 minutes

zhong chenle

can be the most evil or the most adoring boyfriend, there is no inbetween

like some days, he’d tease you to the point you ignore him while other days he’s all cuddly, snuggled up against you while hyping you up like you’re some sort of insta baddie

but a constant is that he will ALWAYS call you cute

you say something stupid? “cute.”

you CALL him stupid? “how cute!”

you drop your phone in the toilet? “cute.”

he has an obsession with that word, but it doesn’t really bother or annoy you because you really like hearing him say it

even when you guys play video games

you’re both beast at battle royale games, so you’re both constantly playing with one another

you guys normally don’t play when you see each other/ meet up because you spend that time doing other quality couple things

like bicker over what to order or where to get boba from for the day

so instead you guys normally play video games together at 3 in the morning after finishing up all your work for the day

whenever you’d knock down an enemy, you’d hear him from the other end of the phone shouting things like, “y/n that kill was so sexy!” (he picked that up from jaemin)

when you make noises after either missing or hitting your target, he’d chuckle to himself and mumble a little, “cute.”

soon enough you’re also picking up the habit and calling him cute all the damn time too

at first, he insisted that you stopped calling him cute because it was HIS line

“babe, i know i’m adorable, but stop calling me cute.”

“no.”

more bickering because he is so persistent

eventually got used to it and you two would have little squabbles over how the other is overusing it when you're BOTH doing it

not normally the type to be showing physical affection, but will cuddle when he’s sleepy

he feels safe when he’s holding you so he’s at peace and can fall asleep easily

he probably likes petting your hair when he’s the big spoon, and likes it when you pet his hair when he’s the little spoon

OMG WAIT he’s probably the type to have you lay on his lap (or vice versa) and just play with your hair (or have you play with his hair)!!!!!!!

like y’all are just chilling on the couch watching some basketball game and he just lays on your lap out of nowhere

“time for human contact!”

you’d just laugh and start combing your hand through his hair and he closes his eyes and ends up falling asleep

park jisung

the best friend type of boyfriend where the most couply thing you end up doing is going yo the zoo and feeding animals

he really likes when you guys go to the gift shop and play with the little toys they have

he’s super interested in the little things and is fascinated by everything big and small

you find that shit so cute and secretly take pictures of him staring at the miniature figures of lions

he catches on after seeing you changed your wallpaper to a picture of him holding a giraffe puppet and having it look at him

he holds your finger when you walk around so that you both don’t get lost

but his hands are really big compared to yours, so you switch to holding his finger instead and he physically melts because he thinks it looks so cute

i think your typical dates are the ones that involve a lot of walking around BECAUSE of the fact that you hold onto his finger

(jk, but like...he just thinks it’s really cute)

(so much so that it becomes a habit when you’re just hanging out)

(watching a movie? here, hold my finger. grocery shopping? here, hold it.)

you guys go to the amusement park often too

you hold onto each other’s fingers and wander around the park looking for rides that jisung can ride because he's scared of action

but you like roller coasters, and jisung always feels bad because you never ride them when you two go together

so one time, when there was one you really wanted to go on but you knew it would have scared jisung

so you decided to pass up on it because you didn’t want to leave him alone

but he was noticing how your eyes kept lingering on the coaster and he broke

“y/n, i’ll go on it with you”

and you’re shocked because you didn’t even say you wanted to go on it, like you just looked at it but he caught on

and you tried to brush it off and insisting that you could go on a ride you both liked

but he was so stern about it because he knew how much you wanted to go on it

i think he’s the type of boyfriend that normally gets over his fears when he is encouraged by his partner, and in this case, his form of encouragement was making you happy

he just likes seeing you happy in general

so internally, he’s hyping himself up while you’re cheering for him

and although he’s scared shitless, he goes through with it because he knows that this is a fear he needs to get over, so might as well get it over with while making you smile!

and so when it’s your turn to get on the ride, he gets cold feet, kinda, but you grab onto his hand, not his finger, and rub your thumb over it to reassure him that it’ll be fine

and it was honestly not that bad because he felt safe with you holding his hand the entire time

and when the ride finishes and he sees how happy you are, he thinks to himself that it was so worth it because you’re beaming

he makes a note

holding your hand > holding fingers

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

wooohooo MCU gremlins drabble

Thor and Bruce examined the burn patters swirling on the remains of a wall, as Tony and Steve chatted to themselves.

“It’s been a month since these so-called Four Warriors were summoned, and we still haven’t found them. And now we know they have energy-based weapons.”

“But don’t you think that’s strange? These Warriors have been in New York for a month, and this is the first we’ve seen of any sort of attack.”

“Ahem.” Thor stood up. “I’m afraid that you are incorrect, Man of Iron.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

Bruce stepped in, data pad in hand, which he passed to Tony. “The burn patterns here are too sporadic to be man-made. They look like natural lightning- or the kind of stuff Thor can summon. If I didn’t know this came from the middle of the city, I’d say the wall was just struck in a storm.”

Tony hummed. “So, what are you saying? Instead of the Warriors running around my city with weapons, they’re running around with superpowers? That’s worse!”

“Tony, you have to calm down.”

The Thunder God shook his head. “Actually, I have seen this kind of lightning before. It was made by a child of the stars- your people do not have a name for their race.”

Steve blinked. “An alien?”

“Yes, but one forged in the heart of a star. That is not the concerning thing about these markings, however.”

“What is it?”

“They are powerful, but wildly inaccurate. Whoever shot these blasts was not trained to use them effectively.”

“Meaning?”

“They are either a non-combatant... or a juvenile. I would tend towards the latter, as a fully grown star child would have more power in their blasts.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “It’s a kid? You’re sure?” He stopped. “Fuck.”

“Language.”

“Shut it, Rodgers. I just remembered something.” He tapped the data pad. “When we fought that weirdo with the staff, we saw a bunch of teenagers.”

Steve made a noise of realisation, and his heart sank. “Four teenagers. I thought they’d been caught up in the blast, so I made sure they got out safely. I only saw two of their faces- but they were definitely just freaked-out kids in over their heads.”

Bruce took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Are you saying he summoned teenagers to do his dirty work? Are you saying the dangerous Warriors SHIELD has been tracking are kids?”

“Most likely stranded kids, if they’re still in the city.”

“Fuck.”

Steve didn’t admonish him this time.

——————————————————————————

A good thing about a city that’s constantly under attack is that nobody looks at a beat-up teenager twice, except with pity. Tommy knew that from back in L’Manberg, and it still rang true in... wherever the fuck they were. New York? He kicked a rock. “Fuckin’ stupid name. I would have come up with a much cooler one.”

Purpled scoffed, but there was no malice in it. “Uh huh.” The Starborne kept an eye on the entrance to the alley, fingers flexing around a hidden knife. He wouldn’t be caught unawares again. “You’d have named it L’Yorkberg or something.”

“Like I said, a much cooler name.” Tommy shot his friend a grin, and the wall behind them promptly disappeared. A tall figure with a hood over his face beckoned them through, the wall clicking seamlessly back into place behind them.

Finally, safety. The house they’d found was abandoned, and if anyone had come across it they’d be... confused. Random chunks of soil, sand and marble in perfect cubes were scattered around the room, and every surface was covered with random bits and pieces of machinery.

Purpled swept some scrap metal off of a cube of granite, and emptied out the bag of food he’d snagged on top of it. “I got enough to last us the week. I don’t think they saw me, but we should go to a different store next time to be safe.” Tommy passed the hooded figure a handful of first-aid kits. “Did Tubbo get that fridge working?”

The hooded figure- Ranboo- nodded. “Yeah, put the meat and stuff in it so it doesn’t go bad.” That had been a shock- food in this world spoiling over time. They couldn’t get ill from it, just Hunger, but it was still unpleasant to eat. The worst part of it was that they couldn’t just stock up on bread and wait for someone to find them, they had to constantly go out to get food. At least the first-aid kits were just a precaution.

The ram hybrid in question leaned into the room. “Hey, guys! Did you run into any trouble?” Tommy shook his head emphatically, while Purpled looked sheepish. “No...”

Tubbo put his hands on his hips. “What happened?”

Purpled coughed, embarrassed. “We kind of got mugged. They wanted this green paper stuff we found.” Tommy puffed out his chest proudly, wings flicking mischievously under his hoodie. “Purpled kicked the shit out of them, you should have seen him! Zapped them right through a wall.”

The ram’s eyes lit up, radiation symbols dancing in his pupils. “Sick!”

Ranboo, on the other hand, looked slightly panicked. “Uhm, aren’t we trying to keep a low profile?”

Tommy shrugged. “Eh, we had our hoods up, plus there’s a fuckin’ million people in this city. It’ll be fine.”

Tubbo clapped his hands together twice, banishing the nervous air that had grown in the room. “Right. Ranboo, you’re still banned from the kitchen after the Spaghetti Incident, so Tommy, it’s your turn to cook.”

——————————————————————————

Tony Stark was not good at waiting. It took approximately seven seconds for JARVIS to illegally download the CCTV footage of the attack, and about sixty for everyone watching to see what had really happened. It was still too long for him.

Two teenagers were walking down an alleyway, one in a red hoodie and one in a purple one. They were talking together and laughing about something.

“Red has blond hair, blue eyes, about 6’3. I think he’s got a dyed white streak in his hair.” He’d roped Natasha in for this, her spy training making her excellent at spotting details others would miss. “Purple has lighter blond hair and... purple eyes? Huh. They could be blue too, just a trick of the light. He’s shorter than Red, maybe 5’11?”

One of the teenagers swung his bag at the other with a grin on his face. The other yelled at him. Two older men appeared at the other end of the alley.

The spy’s eyes narrowed. “Two adults, 20-25, Caucasian, wearing beanies and dark clothing. They’re armed, one of them is nervous but the other has done this before.”

One of the men pulled a gun, and the other cracked his knuckles. The teenagers scowled.

“Huh. Interesting. Red and Purple aren’t afraid of them. They look... annoyed, but not scared.”

The man with the gun lunged forward, and was promptly knocked through a wall with a blast of electricity. The other man froze, and the teenager in red hit him over the head with a bag, before bursting into nervous laughter.

Nat’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Okay, now I get why you wanted me to see this.” She looked at Tony. “Mutants? Have you contacted Xavier yet?”

Tony shook his head. “Not just mutants. Thor thinks Purple is an alien. Called him ‘a child of the stars’ or something.”

Shadows appeared at the end of the alleyway. The teenager in red swore, the words clearly visible despite the silent recording. He tore off his hoodie to reveal a large pair of wings, and grabbed his purple-clad friend. The pair flew out of sight of the camera.

“Red might be a mutant, we don’t know. Neither of them are showing up on any databases. No birth records, schooling, missing persons reports, anything.”

Nat sat back in her chair. “Right. You got any idea where they went after this?”

He shook his head. “Not one. We can assume Red landed in a remote area and hid his wings, before meeting up with the other two.”

She rose an eyebrow. “Other two?”

“There were four teenagers at that battle, remember? Just after four great Warriors were supposedly summoned.”

Recognition flashed in the spy’s eyes. “You think they’re the Warriors? They’re a little young.”

“Oh, I’m well aware. Steve was pissed when we put two and two together and Bruce nearly Hulked out. Kids don’t belong on a battlefield.”

“What do we do now?”

“Look for patterns. Where we see them, and when. JARVIS is looking through all public cameras right now, and he’s already found Red and Purple stealing food from a nearby store a couple of times.”

“No sign of the other two?”

“Not yet. Although, they could just be better at hiding. Hell, one of ‘em could have invisibility powers or something. Hard to tell.”

She shook her head. “I doubt it.”

Tony recognised that calculating look in her eyes. “You’ve figured something out. Alright. What’ve you got for me?”

She steepled her fingers together. “Put it this way. You’re a kid, and let’s for argument’s sake say you’ve been summoned to an unknown city, possibly even an unknown planet. You’re lost, and you’re evidently not able to get money or food, if you’re stealing from stores regularly.”

“Right.”

“If one of you has invisibility, why risk the visible ones getting caught? Why not just send them instead? No, my money is on Red and Purple being the most inconspicuous.”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“They’re the easiest to blend in- the most baseline human-looking. And considering one’s an alien and one has wings, that’s saying a lot. The other two might not be able to go out in public without causing a scene.”

“Huh. I hadn’t thought about it that way. But it makes sense.”

She shrugged. “Or the other two could be injured. Red was holding a bag full of medical supplies.”

“Shit. We need to find them, and fast.”

!!!!!

:D

[ihatebnha]

hello pls can you write headcanons for the bakusquad finding sexy toys in your room?

LMFAOOOOOOO I can!🥴🥴🥴

I’m setting this under the guise of it being a pre-established relationship… Hope that’s okay!

Enjoy!

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Bakugo

Assuming that you’re not hiding your toys from him, he probably finds them and just doesn’t say anything about it for awhile 

You catch him staring at one of them silently and when you ask him about it he’s like “RAAAWR I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE THIS,” before throwing it back to where he found it

You’re kinda like, “Okay… but whatever I guess” and just move on, because knowing Bakugo, if he had something to say, he’d just say it 

LITTLE DO YOU KNOW… he thinks about them nonstop for a while… before pulling them out AGAIN 

When you catch him the second time he’s like, “you’re not using these, are you?” 

(Poor guy) 

You laugh, like, “…only when you’re away…” and he gets all smug and shit

Honestly he probably gets horny thinking about you using them and you fuck after that

LMFAOOOO though he turns them on once secretly basically just to “take notes” 

Better watch out for his fingers after that  

(Definitely washes his hands after touching them the first time)… 

Kirishima

Poor baby

You know he’s not a snoop so you don’t mind him looking through your stuff, so he probably finds them on accident when he’s looking for something else🥴

Definitely gets curious and pulls them out, but after realizing what they are… he gets a little shy 

You walk in the room like, “Baby, did you find what you were looking…oh” 

He sitting there all cute and ashamed, rubbing the back of his head like with them in front of him like, “Uh…. I…. Sorry…🤕” 

And you can’t even be mad because he’s just too cute like that

So of course you tell him not to worry about it… but as you’re going to put them away he’s like, “Do you… really use those?👉🏻👈🏻” 

AKLJFJADJF 

You’re like, “Yeah, but I mean… less now…”

Not the both of you just standing there blushing like little fools

Definitely wants to pull them out and use them on you at some point… 

King 

Denki

LMFAO you walk in on the stupid boy PLAYING with them, like they’re already buzzing in his hands and everything by the time you catch him

Definitely does not give you a moment to breathe once you walk in, jumping straight to, “Babe, why didn’t you tell me you had these” while giggling and waving them around

It would be kinda mortifying except for the fact that he’s genuinely pretty excited

Doesn’t even care if you use them regularly or not, he just feels like that’s more of an excuse to fuck you more often

Definitely tries to get you to take him to the sex store after that

He’s like, “I just want to seeeeee…” as if he doesn’t want to buy more that you can use together

AKA: do not let him get some hands on a pair of handcuffs… for both of your sakes 

Will let you use one on him if you catch him in the right mood

Please keep an eye on him though, because he’s not above telling Sero, Kiri, and Baku what he’s found 

Definitely pulls a stupid move where he’s like, “and they BUZZ!” 

DENKI, WE KNOW!!!

(TBH it’s probably kinda funny tho bc I bet he’s not that sensitive to the vibrations because of his quirk…)

Probably also wants to try zapping your pussy… both of you would literally die

Sero

AHHH he’s so bad, he definitely pulls a “dis you?” in the chat when he finds them 

You try to snatch them back and he absolutely will not give them up for anything

(God damn his stupid long arms!!!)

Probably asks a bunch of questions too AND makes you explain yourself

He’s mostly just messing with you, but he’s actually probably genuinely interested in the answers, so you don’t stay embarrassed for long (even if you’re heating up) 

NGL would be down for a mutual masturbation session at some point (because honestly, he wants to watch) 

Whenever you argue, he brings them up 

“I guess you can just use your toys tonight, babe, sorry😒” or, “Not like you even need me with those toys around, huh?” 

He’s joking but it’s kinda 😠😠😠 so slap him around for it

Be like, “You know what? You’re right!” and I guarantee he’ll be taking it back in 0.2 seconds 

Mina

NGL she finds your toys and probably fucking… parades them around like it’s not a big deal

You catch her in your room holding like two of them at once, and when she sees you she’s all excited and cheering 

Teasing you and asking you questions like “OoOoOhhh what are these?” “Can I try them?” and “You’re kinda a lil freak, huh?” 

If you get embarrassed and try to snatch them back she holds them away from your grasp and starts talking about sex positivity and that she “understands!!!”

Still though, probably posts a picture of them on Snap with a caption that’s like, “FOUND BAE’S TOYS🥴😍” (as long as you give her the okay)

OMG, or “Boutta get railed!”

Definitely begs you to bust them out during sexy time after that

And honestly, at some point, you probably find her own collection of them too and she’s even worse than you 

Gets embarrassed about it and now it’s your turn for revenge ;)

I want to fuck Mina now… Bye

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“You're cute when you’re jealous.” - Paul Lahote x Reader

A little thought that popped into my head last night, so I needed to write it out haha

I was on my way to the bonfire at the beach with everyone, looking for the stupid marshmallows that were seemingly impossible to find for some reason in the grocery store. 

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” I hear a vaguely familiar voice call to me from behind. 

I turn around and see Fran, a girl I went to middle school with years ago, but she had moved out of state. 

“Fran, you’re back?” I ask, a smile appearing on my face. 

“I am. I came back a few weeks ago. I’ve been dying to catch up, but it’s been crazy hectic, moving sucks. But I came here because I needed some chocolate.” She laughs. 

“I hear ya, it’s tough. It’s good to see you, we really should hang out.” I smile.

“What’re you doing tonight, are you free? We could hang out!” She enthuses. 

I think to myself, this isn’t a pack meeting, just a normal hangout. Nodding to myself, I speak up.

“Well, I’m actually going to a bonfire at La Push with a bunch of friends and my boyfriend if you want to come.” 

“That would be great.” She smiles. 

We grabbed what we needed and headed to the register to check out. I tell her to follow my car to get to the beach.

As soon as we get into our cars, I text Paul and let him know that an old friend of mine is coming with me. He tells me that it’s okay and that they’ll all be on their best behavior. 

Pulling up to the beach, I was met with a salty wind blowing my hair back. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but the sun was setting. 

Fran walks up next to me, nudging my shoulder. 

“Why didn’t you tell me there were so many good looking guys here?” She chuckles, raising her eyebrows at me. 

“Must’ve slipped my mind.” I joke, making my way over to the group.

I see Paul and Jared wrestling off in the distance, Embry and Quil placing a bet on it. I laugh at the thought of whatever caused it. 

“Hey everyone, this is my old friend Fran from middle school, she just moved back to town and I brought her here to get her out of the house.” I laugh, nodding my head towards her. 

A chorus of greetings echo from the group.

“Fran, this is Sam, Emily, Kim, Quil, Embry, Jacob, Seth, and Leah. Over there you’ll find Jared and Paul wrestling for some unknown reason.” I chuckle, pointing to everyone respectively to their names. 

“Nice to meet you all.” She smiles, taking a seat on the log next to me. 

“It’s because Embry and Quil were debating on who’d win in a fight.” Emily rolls her eyes. 

“Who’d you put your money on, Em?” I ask, leaning forward to catch his gaze. 

“You know I gave it to Paul.” 

“Yeah, but he’ll get distracted when he’s winning. He gets too cocky, Jared will get him when his guard is down.” Quil scoffs. 

“Good point.” I nod, smirking to myself. 

“Jeez.” She murmurs under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper, asking Fran.

But when I follow her gaze, I see that she’s looking at a shirtless Paul and Jared walking over to us, playfully shoving one another and laughing. They grab their shirts they they ditched to wrestle, putting them back on. 

Quil hands over a five dollar bill to Embry, chuckling. Leah watches what’s unfolding on my end of the bonfire, I hear her stifle a laugh as she looks between the three of us. 

“Not now.” I mouth to her, trying to keep a straight face. 

After all, she might be looking at Jared. This might be Kim’s problem. 

I see Paul’s face soften as we made eye contact, but then I watched him stifle a laugh as well when he realized what was going on. 

As Jared walked past us and over to Kim, Fran’s eyes still never left Paul. He walked over and sat on the other side of me.

“I’m Fran.” She smiles, reaching a hand out for him to shake, reaching over in front of me, no less. 

Leah and I make eye contact, and she’s holding in her laughter, her eyes wide and full of surprise. Quil, too, caught on and started chuckling to himself, earning a glare from me. 

“Paul.” He says, waving so he wouldn’t have to shake her hand. 

“Nice to meet you. You’re like really tall, how tall are you?” She ignores me completely, ogling over Paul. 

I furrow my brows, trying to figure out if this was real life. 

“Uh, a little over six feet tall. I dunno really.” He answers awkwardly.

“You know who’s really tall? Jacob’s really tall. He’s 6′7, you should show her how tall you are Jacob. You’re way taller than Paul.” I interject, looking at Jacob with wide eyes. 

By now, Quil was losing it, everyone else was noticing what was going on, Leah was sitting there trying her best not to laugh, and Paul was wearing a shit-eating grin on his face, trying not to laugh. 

“Uh, yeah.” Jacob says, standing up, though Fran’s eyes didn’t waver from Paul. 

Okay what the hell? 

“Fran, look how tall Jacob is. Isn’t he handsome?” 

“Sure.” She says, not actually listening to me and peering over at Jake for less than a second. 

“Ouch.” Jacob laughs, sitting back down. 

“It’s really cold out here.” Fran says, looking right at Paul. 

“It is, I’m sure you’re cold, babe.” Paul looks at me, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

Paul’s warm arm wraps around me, pulling me into his lap. His feverish skin blessing my cold frame. 

“Freezing.” I nod, placing my hand on his chest. 

“(Y/N), you didn’t tell me Paul was your boyfriend, he’s so handsome.” She giggles, moving closer to us. “How long have you guys known each other, been together?” 

My brows furrow, still confused to as if this was actually happening or if my brain was just imagining this unbelievable scenario. 

“We’ve been friends since early high school and have been dating since like, mid high school. We’ve been together for four years now. Each year better than the last.” He smirks, rubbing a comforting circle on the back of my hand with his thumb. 

“Oh nice.” Fran awkwardly smiles, the feelings of how stupid she looks daunting on her. 

“Yeah, it’s great. We’re gonna be planning a wedding, soon.” Paul whispers in my ear, sending chills up my spine. 

We always talked about getting married, but hearing him say it right now was great. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly enough, and when it was time for her to call it a night, we all said our goodbyes and she drove off. 

“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Leah laughs. 

“Jesus, I can’t even believe that was real!” I laugh, disbelief flooding over me once again.

“Jacob’s really tall, show her Jake.” Quil mocks, slapping his knee as he laughs. 

“Oh shut up!” I laugh, throwing a marshmallow at him, a blush flooding my cheeks.  

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, babe.” Paul teases in my ear, his hand finding my thigh and giving it a squeeze. 

“I hate you.” I giggle, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.  ___________________________________________________ Word Count: 1226