#because it's not just some fun time fling while he lives in privilege anymore

[teayaki]

And his little tail wag!

This imp is so in love with Stolas and is 1000% ready to embrace their relationship.

...But Stolas didn't hug *him* back, did he?

The fact that Blitz hugged Stolas instead of kissing him means so much to me

[sserpente]

A/N: Surprise! Here’s the thing—I don’t normally write sub!Loki at all. However, since Christmas is a time of gifting and making wishes come true and it has been requested quite a few times in the past, I decided to take on an anon request. I can’t write fully-fledged sub!Loki, I just can’t… so I hope this will do! There’s another anon request in there too. I hope you all enjoy it!

Words: 2357 Warnings: sub!Loki-ish, fluff, smut

Additional NSFW warnings: light bondage, oral, usage of anal sex toy

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You cursed when you stubbed your toe on the door, shutting it aggressively all the while flinging your bag into the corner like it was the reason for all of your problems. You were trembling, anger and exhaustion gnawing at your guts.

When you let out a desperate sigh as you kicked off your winter boots, Loki tilted his head. He had appeared in the threshold leading to the living room on your floor—an entire floor on Stark Tower, all to yourself. Today, however, this very circumstance did not cheer you up in the slightest.

“A good evening to you too, pet.” He said, eyeing you with curiosity.

“I bloody hate working in retail!” You spat in response. “Why are people being so idiotic, can you tell me that? Oh, I want a refund on this obviously used item which I don’t even have the receipt for, oh, can’t you hurry up I need to catch a train—I had hours to spend on browsing but I want to pay for this immediately or I’m just gonna leave, oh, can you recommend a gift for my niece, I barely know her or her interests but surely you’ll find a gift for her because I am too lazy to use my own brain?” You were fuming. Loki chuckled.

“My dear… breathe.” He was never this gentle with any of the other Avengers but then again, you were the only one he had taken a romantic and sexual interest in. You sighed when he approached you to pull you into a tight embrace, forcing you to calm down for him. Your hands wrapped around his middle almost automatically, allowing him to lift you off the ground and carry you into your bedroom.

Loki spent most of his time in your flat here in Stark Tower. Here, he wasn’t always under suspicion of plotting world domination again—and in fact, all he did was reading, stealing your sweets and learning more about Midgardian culture, first and foremost Christmas. Last week, you had forced him through all Santa Clause films and he had actually ended up enjoying them in the end.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you pressed your face against his chest, letting his hand stroke over your head. Perhaps you should finally let the cat out of the bag and tell the others about your relationship. Loki could be so sweet… and he loved being pampered by you, even if you made sure to take your time teasing him thoroughly first.

“Is there a particular reason you left me a gift this morning?” He changed the topic. Oh yes. You had almost forgotten about this. You had shoved part of Loki’s Christmas gift into his green and gold socket above your bed before you had left this morning. It was Christmas Eve and since you would be spending the 25th with the other Avengers, you had decided that him receiving part of his gift in private would be more appropriate.

“Me?” You asked, playing innocent. “That must have been Santa, Lokes.”

“Are you going to tell me what exactly it is?” He probed. You giggled, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“I was hoping you’d ask. Where did you put it?” Loki conjured it up seemingly out of thin air—you’d never grow tired of seeing him use his seidr—and handed you a black plastic packaging which contained an equally black butt plug with a prostate massager for men. Loki and you had recently had a conversation about toys for men as opposed to women only and much to your surprise, he had shown quite the interest in the topic. The faces of the Avengers would have been priceless, had you put it under the Christmas tree for him along with his main present.

You grinned. “Lie down on the bed for me—and magic your clothes off, will you?” Loki smiled at your request. He did not often let you command him around like that—but when he did he knew you needed it, to have some fun with his arousal for you to distract yourself from work and other sorrows, much like today. You shouldn’t be in such a bad mood on Christmas Eve, after all.

Still smiling gently, he did as he was told and then slightly raised his eyebrows for you to make the next move. You winked at him after admiring his semi-hard cock for a bit, disappearing in the bathroom. Once you had returned, hands washed, clothes changed and sex toy sanitised properly, you got to work. Loki’s eyebrows shot up all the way when you produced the bondage rope you kept in the drawer right next to the bed and then climbed on the bed as well, straddling his strong thighs.

“Please? Let me play.” You pouted. Loki sighed—allowing you to tie his hands together and then to the bedpost. Both of you were very well aware that he could rip himself free at any time—it was more a matter of it looking pretty and downright hot to have the God of Mischief tied up and at your mercy, at least hypothetically.

He shifted on the mattress just a little when you reached for the toy again which you had already coated in a thick layer of strawberry lube and brought it to his anus. It was designed to directly stimulate his prostate and you positively couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“What are you doing?” His question was a warning; reminding you it was a privilege he was playing submissive for you and that the… situation could change at any moment. You swallowed, your own arousal pooling in your knickers like a waterfall.

“Trust me? It will feel good, I promise.”

Loki sighed once more—and gasped when you slowly and carefully worked the butt plug inside of his rear. His cock twitched, joyful anticipation mixing with impatience. By the time it was snugly in place, he was as hard as rock and moaned upon you wrapping your hand around him, giving him a few strokes with your hands partially still covered in the strawberry lube you had used.

Loki bucked his hips almost immediately, growling when you drew your hand away again. You chuckled. “You look pretty adorable like that, you know… desperate for pleasure…”

He growled in response. “You will be the one desperate for pleasure and begging me for my touch if you keep this up for long.” He threatened. Your giggle intensified. You felt so much better already.

“Just you wait.” You said, pressing the button of the small bullet vibrator inserted into the butt plug. Loki tensed up when it hummed to life, sending continuous vibrations through his anus and stimulating his prostate.

Then, taking mercy on him, your hand returned to his impressive length, jerking and pleading for attention. A few drops of precum had already formed on his red tip—it was too tempting to ignore. Unceremoniously, you bent down and closed your lips around him, licking over his slit and lapping up all he had to give for now.

Loki tugged at his restraints. A little more strength and he’d tear them apart altogether and he was barely just containing himself anymore already. Knowing he could stop this anytime and pin you down underneath him to just take what he desired for some reason only fuelled his arousal. He bucked his hips in an attempt to plunge himself deeper into your mouth but you were being particularly relentless today. He growled once more, watching how a grin formed on your lips. With a smacking sound, you released him again, continuing to stroke him all the while the prostate massager kept vibrating inside of his rear.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, almost timidly. Loki was an experienced lover, you knew this much. How many Asgardian women had had the pleasure to learn what had earned him the nickname silver tongue you did not want to know and yet, even though his confidence in bed and knowledge of pleasing a woman was exciting, at the very same time it intimidated you.

Loki nodded, blue eyes locked with yours. “Yes. Keep going, my dear.” It almost sounded like an order—one you’d do better not to defy. You took it as an invitation and pressed the button of the vibrator again.

The setting was on high now—but not high enough to tip him over the edge just yet. You needed to hear him whimper first. You had managed once, a few weeks back when Loki had allowed you to tie him up and tease him for a while for the very first time. In the end, it had resulted in him flipping you around and fucking you roughly from behind so hard you had been unable to walk the next day. Your cunt clenched upon remembering how deliciously sore you had felt. It was a risk you were willing to take again.

Loki bucked his hips once more, thrusting up in a steadier rhythm now and desperate for more friction… which gave you another idea. Biting your lower lip, you stood from the bed and peeled off the comfy trousers you had changed into, right along with your underwear. If only Loki could see the wet spot on them as you stepped out of them, he would be grinning like a cat who got the cream but fortunately for you, you were in charge tonight—or at least, for now.

He eyed you like a hungry wolf, growling in an animalistic manner as soon as your slick pussy lips rubbed against his tip and you massaged your clit with it for a while before slowly, painfully slow, sinking down on him and sheathing his cock deep inside of you. You moaned, throwing your head back. Riding him always felt so much deeper than when he was on top… unless he hauled your legs over his shoulders that was.

“More…” He choked out, his blue gaze getting almost feverish, about to turn him into a mindless beast. You stilled, not moving an inch and just kept him inside of you all the while the vibrator in his rear kept stimulating him. He gritted his teeth when you failed to move, bucking up his hips in a desperate attempt to get you to ride him but you decided to take your time. Leaning forward, you began covering his chest and neck in light kisses, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Loki was already sweating, his limbs shaking and you knew then just how badly he needed his release. The restraints keeping his hands above his head on the bedpost gave a suspicious tearing sound as he thrust up into you once more.

He was close. He was so close. Smiling, you kissed him and moved back up and into a sitting position. Your fingers found the switch of the vibrator, turning the setting even higher. There was no need for you to move and ride him anymore. Loki came by himself and finally, gave you the whimper you had so desired to hear from him. Your lips parted when he starting twitching inside of you, spilling himself with a groan. His warm seed coated your walls, his cock jerking until he was all but spent. Once he had caught his breath, you turned off the vibrator… for now.

“Get that lovely quim of yours up here.” He ordered with a hoarse voice, once more raising the question whether you had ever truly been in charge of his pleasure. But who were you to defy him? Biting your lower lip, you let him slide out of you, whimpering at the loss of feeling so deliciously full, inched forward until your most private parts were only inches from his mouth and then carefully sat again, your thighs to either side of his head.

Loki wasted no time. Humming contently, he licked over your slit and clit, suckling on your outer lips and circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue pressing against it, massaging it, until you dug your fingers into his raven hair, urging him on. You were so incredibly wet for him it wouldn’t take you long to gush all over him either and so you did. Loki ate you out like you were his last meal, pampering your clit until your body couldn’t take it anymore and you fell, seeing stars as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure pleasure. You only realised once you lifted yourself off his face because he would not stop that he had wrapped his fingers around the bars of the top of the bed. The bondage rope was torn apart beyond repair.

You smiled, allowing him you wrap you in his arms as he flipped you both around so you came to lie on the bed more comfortably.

“Feeling more relaxed now, my dear?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Much better. Thank you.” Loki hummed in response. “I’m pretty hungry… how about an early Christmas dinner? Just the two of us, without the others.”

“That sounds promising. But first I will need you to get that thing out of me.” He said, eliciting a devilish grin from you.

“I think I’m gonna leave that thing where it is for now. You’ll get a taste of your own medicine. Remember that golden butt plug you made me wear on Christmas last year? Revenge is sweet. So…” You paused. “Are you going to help me cook?”

Loki’s expression darkened, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. “You are going to remove that right now.”

“Nope,” you announced smugly, freeing yourself from his embrace and climbing off the mattress. “I’ll be in the kitchen, whenever you’re ready.”

Truth be told, you never made it to the kitchen. Loki was after you in a matter of seconds, dragged you back into bed and made sure you came to regret teasing him like that. Oh, and you most definitely lost count after at least five more orgasms.

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A/N: There’s a hint in there for another smutty Loki Christmas Imagine soon to come. Can you find it? ;-)

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[destroyeir]

   fire light, moonlight ; golden rays reach for the outside, where they are smothered by gentle blues.  silver dances along the tops of their heads while their skin is bathed in fading warmth from within.  music drifts throughout the corridors, makes the ground rumble.  beneath the castle is a party of sorts.  duties of the week completed, nothing ( yet ) to occupy their weekend.  it is time for reapers to relax, have a little fun.  minnie leans on the stone wall that comes up to her hips and gazes out at the beauty of the night - soaked planet.  at her side is leon, his long hair waving in the breeze, eyes as dark and endless as the stretching ocean shifting between admiring it and admiring her.  petite, angelic features, but a fire like hell burning within. . .  he often wonders how she manages to take orders.  how she isn’t the one giving them.  a grin begins to fight its way to his face, but he shoves it down.  good thing he does, because she is looking his way in the same moment.

  “i’m surprised you’re not inside with everyone else.  you seem to like crowds and roaring parties.”

  “yeah.  but i like the quiet, too.”  so as not to stare, he looks back out at the waters.  waves roll in and out gently, their foaming tops splashing along the shore.  it glitters in the light.  “don’t really know why.  guess i just like to think.”

  “about what?”

  “life.  the past, the future.”  leon shrugs, brings the bottle he’s holding to his lips and swigs.  when it lowers, he leans against the stone wall, back facing the ocean, body turned so he can look at her again.  “what my place is in all this.  why i’m here.  you know, the regular existential shit.  something about a nice view really gets it going.”

  at that, minnie smiles.  “i know what you mean.  whenever i find myself out here, just staring at the planet. . .  it’s because i’m in need of some deep thought.  funny how that works, isn’t it?  it’s like we need something in front of us, something inspiring, to use as a backdrop for our thoughts.”

  “funny, yeah.  won’t find me questioning it, though.  makes me feel centered, i guess.”

  in their lives of chaos, centeredness can be a feeling chased for nought.  but once captured in their grasp, they may never want to let go.  just a moment of peace in the midst of the disorder.  but it can’t come as often as they hope ; it would lose meaning, appreciation.  rather than offer another response, her eyes fall, lashes shadowing her cheek bones.  in the coming silence, the song blaring beneath their feet changes.  from energetic, to upbeat, to something slow.  something beautiful.  minnie’s back straightens as she pulls herself into her unimpressive stature and steps away from the wall.

  “do you know how to dance?”

  it catches leon off guard, but he, too, rises.  the bottle in his grip is sent gently atop the wall with a barely audible clank.  “yeah, i know how to dance.  not well.  but i can sway like a pro.”  a sheepish smirk brings his features alight.  “why?  you know how to dance?”

  “i’m a princess.  of course i know how to dance.”  the smile on her face is too welcoming, the tone of her voice so teasingly soft.  it makes him want to smile along with her.  “but we can begin with swaying.  i’ll have to teach you.”

  “is this your way of ordering me to dance?”  leon chuckles.  “well, yes, ma’am.  we can start with swaying.”

  seemingly without any hesitation, minnie nears him, her arms going into the proper positions as naturally as she falls into an offensive stance in training.  jarring, he thinks, to see everyone switch off their warrior side for a night.  there is no fighting, no danger. . .  for a while, they can be normal.  as her hand opens and awaits his, while the other finds its place on his shoulder, leon gravitates to her.  pieces of a puzzle coming together, he takes her hand with his left, places the right on her waist.  to the tune that courses through the air, they begin to — sway.

  “so, your highness,” leon teases, “learning to dance is a necessity for royals?”

  despite the roll of her eyes, minnie finds amusement in him.  “i wouldn’t say it’s a necessity.  but when it comes time to put on a show for the watching worlds, it wouldn’t look very good to be lacking.  in any area, not just dancing.”  with no hurry, they spin in place.  “but yes, we need to learn to dance for parties, galas, balls.”

  “how fancy.”

  “i suppose. . .  but it gets very boring after a while.”

  “yeah, being surrounded by luxury must be a real snooze.”

  at that, she frowns.  “i didn’t mean it like that.  i’m well aware i had a very lucky upbringing.  i just. . .  it wasn’t for me.”

  “how so?”

  “look beyond the surface.  of course everybody loves the privilege, the riches, the materialism.  some love the fame as well.  but the part of it that isn’t a fantasy ; wondering who is befriending you for you or just your title.  knowing that, some day, millions or even billions of souls will be your responsibility.  having to fight to keep things right when there will be opposers out there who wish to silence you.  and then there’s the safety risks.  royals do get attacked, you know.”

  “okay,” he contemplates it a moment, mouth dropping.  “that does sound shitty.”  and after a moment, drops the weight of her displeasure.  “i still wouldn’t have minded the riches, though.”  the crawl of the grin on his face is slow.

  and she cannot help but grin back, shaking her head.  “yeah?  so, what was your home like?  your childhood?”

  “ooh.”  breath leaves his throat in a scoff, an attempt to suppress the barely - there tightening in his chest.  “wasn’t that great.  you don’t wanna know.”

  “of course i do.”

  “right.  well. . .  mom died after she had me.  dad never really forgave me for it.”  there is a sad tug of his lips, while her moonlit features remain still.  “in turn, i never forgave myself.  financially, it was alright.  he was a businessman.  wanted me to be one too — probably so i wouldn’t be another mouth to feed.  he really only tried ‘cause my mom wanted him to.  but i could tell he wanted me outta there.”  leon shrugs.  “we weren’t close at all, and me not wanting to get into business didn’t exactly help.  i’m sure he was thrilled when i left.”

  pity is all over her face.  it’s in the downward tug of her lips, the twinkle in her eyes, the set of her brows.  but her pity isn’t what he wants — is it?  nobody has ever felt bad for him before.  while it makes him feel small, watching her look at him like that, there is a warmth around his heart that almost seems grateful.  it’s about time someone feel bad.  but that is the selfish side of his mind speaking.

  “i’m sorry,” she says, and the validation of his selfishness has something within him soaring.  “you didn’t deserve that.”

  again, he shrugs, casts his eyes toward the water.  “not everyone can have a decent family.  happens.”

  suddenly his hand is empty, open to feel the cool breeze along his palm and finger tips.  the small hand that had abandoned his rests on his shoulder, brushes against his neck, and meets its twin at the back of his head.  she is hooked around him now, a sense of no nonsense in those deep brown eyes.

  “you have a decent family now.  you know that, right?  the reapers are your family.  you have people now that will fight and die for you.”

  “i know.”  it has taken him by surprise.  so much so that there is a lump in his throat, a brief thumping in his temples.  “i know.”  not entirely with his permission ( or even knowledge ), his once free hand slips to her waist.  now both of them, massive and scarred by violence, guide her hips in their comfortable sway.  as their eyes lock and surroundings fall away, blurring into nothingness, where there was once a thump there is a skip.  time outside of their small circle comes to a halt ; nothing could possibly disturb their serenity, their moment of connection.  only the gentle breeze is their indicator that they are still of this planet.  it captures her hair, flings it into her face.  dryness becomes his throat and mouth as he reaches up to tuck it behind her ear and, in a most bold move, the knuckle of his index finger strokes the skin of her cheek.  if one could capture a cloud, he is almost certain that’s how soft it would be.

  little distance remains between them, and as it begins to close, minnie’s own heart storms inside of her.  wild as she may feel internally, externally she is cool as ever.  she clears her throat, removes his hand from her face with careful grace, and steps back.  she is smiling — hopefully, it covers her gulp.

  “the song is over,” she speaks at last.  “i think i’ll go rejoin the fun now.  you should come.”

  leon notices how she must tear her eyes from him whilst heading back inside.  strangers once upon a time, now friends.  and for some time they have been getting closer.  learning of each others’ pasts, behaviors, wishes.  he wants to know everything about her.  and, for the first time, he feels perfectly comfortable revealing everything about himself.  when at last they do know all there is to know about one another, he doesn’t want to be her friend anymore.

  he wants so much more.

[sunshinejins]

from a to z, you and me

chapter 3!!  now to explain, the past two chapters were moments from cyrus and tj’s lives that have gotten them to where they are today.  from now on, we’re staying in the present!  hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to reblog or leave a comment :)

Now

tippen jippen kippen: what’s my contact name this week

cy: tippen jippen kippen

tippen jippen kippen: aRE YOU KIDDING ME

cy: i think it suits u better than theodore

tippen jippen kippen: better than broccoli boi i guess

cy: that was a really good contact name actually, hold up

broccoli boi: COME ON

~

Cyrus’ stomach is sinking into his shoes.  He feels like he’s fourteen again, sitting across from Buffy at The Spoon, trying to get up the courage to tell her he likes Jonah Beck.  That time, however, he had had the underlying feeling that he was going to come out okay.  This time, he wasn’t so sure.

“Cyrus come on.  It’s just one loop.”

“One loop over and over again!” Cyrus fails his arms in panic.  Buffy rolls her eyes and steals another bite of Marty’s cotton candy.  The GHC plus Jonah, his boyfriend, Marty, and TJ had all shown up to the Turtle Creek funfair for the weekend.  While the first part of the morning had been cooing over baby animals and eating copious amounts of ice cream, the afternoon was all rides.  All.  The.  Time.  

Cyrus didn’t have anything against rides really, but this was his last weekend before school started back up again (junior year, whoop whoop!) and he really didn’t want his last summer weekend to be tainted with the memory of him throwing up constantly.  Jonah gives him a sympathetic look before tucking an arm around his boyfriend Walker’s shoulders.  

“Cy, it’ll be fun!”

“No,” Cyrus folds his arms and starts walking decidedly away from the lineup to the Fireball.  He doesn’t care if his friends think he’s lame, even JOnah’s cool new boyfriend.  All he wants is sugar therapy, and he’s pretty sure he saw some mini donuts around the bumper car attraction.

“Cyrus, wait up!” Cyrus turns and TJ is jogging lightly towards him.  Cyrus feels his stomach dip slightly in anticipation and he wants to scold himself.  It’s no secret to anyone that he has a soft spot for TJ.  EVer since they were pen pals when they were little, he’s held a certain spot in his heart for him.  Even though they don’t write letters to each other anymore, the connection is still there.  Lately, however, the soft spot has been growing into something that’s horribly close to a crush and Cyrus can’t stop himself from weakening a bit at the knees whenever TJ looks at him anymore.

“Aren’t you going on the Fireball?” He shuffles his feet back and forth awkwardly.  TJ shrugs.

“Eh.  I live here.  I can come back after school Monday if I really want.”  Cyrus sinks a little remembering.  They still live in different cities.  When TJ’s parents split up when he was in the seventh grade and TJ was in the eighth, Cyrus remembers TJ’s petition to get them to move to Shadyside.  His mom eventually vetoed the idea, claiming that moving TJ and his older sister Amber to a new school halfway through a year was more trouble than it was worth.  Cyrus also remembers the grumpy way TJ wrote his letters during that time.  It was one of the last few months they wrote letters before Cyrus’ parents caved and bought him a cellphone and texting became their go to instead of pen and paper.

“Right.  School.  Different schools,” Cyrus can’t stop his gloomy tone from filtering into his voice.  TJ tosses an arm around Cyrus’ shoulders and guides him to the mini donut stand.

“Hey, if you somehow got a car to drive, you could come to see me every weekend,” TJ’s toothy smile makes Cyrus laugh.  The last time he tried to drive to Turtle Creek was with his mom one week after getting his license.  Cyrus had driven the car into a ditch and freaked out for twenty minutes straight before having his car privileges revoked for a year due to “excessive mental distress” or something.  He jabs TJ in the ribs.

“Jerk.”

They buy a bucket of mini donuts and sit on a bench next to the log flume while stuffing their faces.  Cyrus wipes crystals of sugar off TJ’s face and he smirks at him in return.  The twisty feeling in Cyrus’ stomach is back and he tries to force it down.

He knows TJ is gay.  He remembers the phone call from what’s now almost five years ago.  He remembers TJ admitting his crush on the boy with fluffy brown hair and he remembers how he was stunned into silence because he felt the same way too.  That, however, doesn’t seem to ever matter because, in the five years since TJ dropped his major truth bomb, Cyrus has yet to tell him that he’s gay.

Everyone else knows.  Literally everyone.  Even Walker, who after watching them for five minutes, turned to Jonah and asked “are they dating?” and Jonah had to answer “no because TJ doesn’t know he’s gay.”  He’s come out to everyone they’re currently with, but not TJ.  He doesn’t even have a good explanation.  It would just be too weird after so long to bring it up.  Especially when he knows after his disastrous seventh-grade fling with Iris that he could never like a girl again.  

Somehow, when he looks at TJ like this though, no hint of any romantic chemistry or anything between them, he gets it.  Telling him would change things.  It always would.

Eventually, the rest of their friends filter back, Andi looking slightly greener than usual.  Cyrus rubs her back in solidarity.  They only have a few more minutes before Amber heads back to pick them up, and Marty is the one to suggest they try the Ferris Wheel.  Andi shakes her head and votes to wait for Amber by the gate, her crush only slightly obvious, and Jonah and Walker follow along behind them.  TJ extends a hand to Cyrus.

“Come on, Cy.  I think you can handle this one.”

“Okay, Broccoli Boy,” TJ groans but still grins as Cyrus follows him.  They pair up, as usual, Buffy and Marty arguing with each other as they hold hands and board the ride.  TJ talks a blue streak in Cyrus’ ear about almost falling off the ride once and Cyrus has to lecture him about safety.  Once they’re up in the air though, his heart thuds in his chest as he realizes just how close they’re sitting.  TJ’s still talking but Cyrus is only focusing on how his lips curve around his smile and how TJ is just so damn pretty.

“Right?”  Cyrus looked up in panic at TJ’s amused face.

“Huh?”

“I knew you weren’t listening to me,” TJ smirked.  

“I was!  I just happened to have zoned out right before your question.”

“Okay, what was I talking about?”  Cyrus stays silent and TJ erupts into laughter.

“You’re a dork, dude.”

“Yeah, I know,” Cyrus shrugs before swallowing his nerves and tucking his head into TJ’s shoulder.  TJ wraps his arm around Cyrus’ shoulder and he’s hit with the sudden yearning to yell “I’m gay!” from the rooftops.  Not that he will.  Maybe when he’s married and TJ’s the best man.

The ride ends soon after that, and the teens stumble together into Amber’s SUV that she stole from their mother, Jonah’s beat up truck and Andi’s bright yellow Jeep.  Cyrus is saying goodbye to Marty when TJ bursts into their conversation.

“Hey, wanna sleepover?  Not you,” he directs to Marty before refocusing on Cyrus.  Cyrus’ eyes widen.

“Andi’s my ride.”

“I’ll drive you back tomorrow before work.”  It’s the slight desperation in TJ’s eyes that makes Cyrus cave.  He retracts his goodbye to Marty, they’ll be in the same car in like twenty minutes, and instead turns to say goodbye to the rest of his friends.

“Make a move, Goodman,” Buffy says in kind frustration as he hugs her goodbye.

“Never,” Cyrus smiles sweetly.  He hugs Andi goodbye, checks his phone again to make sure that staying over is okay, and bounds back into Amber’s car.  She grins at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey, Cyrus!”

“Hey, Amber.  When do classes start?”

“Next week, I move out on Saturday.”

“Cool,” Cyrus nods.  Amber had graduated the year before and chosen to go to Drexel University for dance.  They were all proud of her but Andi was mourning how far away she would be in Pennsylvania.  

TJ slid into the front seat after completing a complicated handshake with Jonah and smiled deeply at Cyrus.

“Okay let’s go. Drop off Mr. The Party.”

“Still offended I’m not invited.”

~

Dear TJ,

Today I got pajamas with stegosauruses on them and I was so happy. My mom says they’re an early birthday present but my birthday is in three months so it seems kinda weird to me. Anyways, I also joined a science club with Andi. She joined to make pretty colors with chemicals and I joined to be smarter. Although I’m pretty sure all we mix is lemon juice and baking soda. How was your day?  I hope you made th-

“I can’t believe you’re reading that,” TJ teased as he tossed a sleeping bag at Cyrus. Cyrus smiled and laid down his letter.

“I was a cute kid. I like to remember.” TJ laughed and pressed play on the John Mulaney special they were watching for the fourth time and settled back into his blanket mold. Cyrus joined him after unzipping the sleeping bag to lay on his legs.

“I can’t believe you kept those,” Cyrus shakes his head in disbelief. TJ gives him a look.

“Didn’t you?”

“Well yeah. But that’s my kinda thing. Not yours.”

“I have layers, Underdog,” the cliché nickname slipped through TJ’s lips smoothly and Cyrus blushed at remembering the day on the swings he had given it to him.

He loves remembering his friendship with TJ.  It makes him feel more warm and fuzzy inside than usual.  That’s part of the reason that he hides his sexuality like he does.  He doesn’t want TJ to think he doesn’t trust him or that he wasn’t important enough to know.  He doesn’t ever want TJ to think he doesn’t mean anything.  

Instead of pressing him on his layers, or even talking about his own, Cyrus snuggles down and continued to laugh at the horse in a hospital sketch.

After all, he’s got some layers too.

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Raphael Santiago*Costume Party

I got this rrequest a while ago but didn't have time to do it.i didn't want to leave it unwritten so, first if all sorry to whoever requested it (they’re anonymous) and secondly this was meant to be a Halloween imagine but its just a costume party now. sorry.

Also I decided to make the reader a Herondale because...I felt like it.

Hope you enjoy!

Raphael X Herondale!Reader

Requested by anonymous:

can i request a raphael santiago/shadowhunter!reader? it's halloween n magnus throw a party, reader is invited n come as little red riding hood. she met raphael there n there is sassiness involved. afterward, reader went patrolling still in her custome, got ambushed by a bunch of rogue vampires who want to drink shadowhunter blood n raphael help her out n by helping i mean 'i just happen to be around n im not stalking u n stop calling me broody'. pls do this. thanks.

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Magnus Bane was a party person and didn’t care what time of year it was; he was going to throw a damn party! It wasn’t surprising when Magnus sent you an invitation to his party, you were one of the few shadowhunters he invited, but what did throw you off was that it was a costume party. You had known Magnus for over 3 years so knew not to question it anymore. That’s how you ended up dressing up as little red riding hood, walking to Magnus’s flat with people giving you questioning looks. I mean who says you can only dress up in October? Why not now?

(Y/N)’S POV

I press the buzzer to Magnus’s flat and wait for the familiar buzz to let me in. however, a Magnus' voice booms out. “Who dares disturbed the high warlock of Brooklyn?!” Pressing the button I answer “You invited me, idiot.” There was a pause. “(Y/N)?” “Yup.” The door buzzed. I rolled my eyes and went inside. Once I was outside his apartment door I just opened it. He knew I was here anyway. Looking around I saw the loft was empty of people bar those setting the event up. The barman was just setting out the stools. In the middle of the room stood Magnus and a deathly pale latino boy. I raise an eyebrow at Magnus when he turned to me. “I forgot to tell you,” he began, walking closer. “parties a little behind. Won't start for another 20 minutes.” I roll my eyes. I fling myself onto his couch and place my feet on his coffee table. “Ok.” “Make yourself at home,” Magnus said in a flat voice. I grinned at him. “Always do.” Craning my neck I look at the boy, vampire, who was still standing there. “Who are you?” “None of your business.” He spoke coldly and walked over to Magnus. He began to speak quietly so I activated my hearing rune on my forearm. The vampire stopped talking and his face hardened. “Whats the point,” he began to whisper. “of trying to have a private conversation when a shadowhunters around.” “Dunno,” I said, checking my nails. “Yoy tell me?” This time he faced me as he spoke. “Since when did shadowhunters patrol parties and listen in on conversations?” “Since you didn’t tell me your name.” He glowered slightly. “Raphael. Raphael Santiago.” He walked closer to me. “And you are?” I stood and faced him. I smirked and held my hand out to him. “(Y/N). (Y/N) Herondale. Nice to meet you.” Raphael's expression didn’t change as he shook my hand. His skin was cold to the touch just like his gaze. My smirk didn’t falter though. “Tell me, do you go home through the bat flap? I'm dying to know the answer.” “Really (Y/N)?” Magnus questioned as he placed his hand on my shoulder. “Why must you be like this?” “What?” I question, smirk ghosting my lips. “Fabulous? Brilliant? Amazing? Geni-“ “Estúpido?” Raphael suggested. Now I glared. “Perra por favour{Bitch please}. I'm a blessing.” I turn to Magnus. “Back me up,” Magnus smirked and began to walk away, whistling. “Magnus!” I call. “Hey!” I chase after him as he retreats to the kitchen. “I am a blessing.” I and Magnus ended up talking for about 10 minutes in the kitchen before I heard the first person knock on the door. “C’mon,” I said as I slipped off the stool and went into the living room. However, I saw Raphael opening the door to a bunch of vampires. “Didn’t know you lived here?” I call over to him. “You don’t know a lot though,” Raphael smirked walking over. “But no I don’t live with Magnus.” “Never again.” Magnus shudder. I raised an eyebrow at the warlock. “Do you remember that time you met Ragnor? The green one?” I nodded. Thinking back to the man I liked to call green cabbage after a story Magnus told me. He was waaaay to serious. “He’s the perfect match for him. Only more snarky.” “I do my best.” Raphael grinned. “But not good enough,” I turned to Raphael as Magnus went to open the door to more downworlders. “Trust me; I’m the snarkiest and sassiest person you have the delight of the meeting.” “You sure about that?” I nod and cross my arms. “We’ll see.” “Yes, we will. Mr broody.” Raphael rolled his eyes and walked away. We went our separate ways but bumped into each other throughout the night. Many comments were made. Just a few examples are: Play dead Don’t you have some shadow puppets to chase? Fangs very much I ignored you fine the first time Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my lack of care Everyone has the right to be stupid but you're abusing the privilege I wish to make your acquaintance with my fist Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? That last one stung a bit. My mother had been seriously injured in battle a week ago and may not make it. I had already lost my dad before I was born. My mother was moved to the New York Institute while she was pregnant with me so the Lightwoods were ‘in charge’ of me at the moment. I held back the tears and rolled my eyes. I pushed past him and left. I didn’t notice the vampires following me till it was too late. As I began to take the shortcut through an alley a cold icy hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. “Well well, look what we have here? Little red riding hood.” The man grinned. His sandy blonde hair was matted and dirty. The vampires behind him didn’t seem in better shape. A dark-haired girl stood with what I can only assume to be a blood stain on her dress. The other 2 men were noticeably dishevelled. “Get off me.” I spat, ripping my arm back. The vampires hissed. “I always wanted to try angel blood.” The girl hissed at me. I only had a dagger on me so I did what I could. I broke his nose with one punch. After I heard the crack I said. “I'm no angel.” through gritted teeth. The vampires glared and charged me. The girl launched herself at me so I flipped her over my shoulder. I didn’t have time to think before the sandy-haired one was trying to claw my eyes out. I grabbed his wrists and twisted them until he had to go to the ground. However, the other 2 men pushed my shoulders down, knocking me to the floor. I tried to get up but the girl was still on the ground and grabbed my ankles, pulling my feet out from under me. I scrapped my face, hands, knees and pretty much all exposed flesh within the next few minutes as I wrestled them on the ground. Somehow I ended up with the girl sitting on my stomach, hands on my neck. The sandy-haired vamp was holding my kicking feet down and the last two kneeled on each arm. I spat at the vampire on me who just grinned. “How sweet you’ll be.” She whispered, lowering her mouth closer to my neck. “Leave some for us Kenzie.” One of the vampires kneeling on my arms said. However, a new voice joined in. “Or just leave her.” The vampires looked towards the end of the alley. I couldn’t see who it was but I recognised the voice. The one who I had been firing insults and sassy comments at all night; Raphael. “You always ruin the fun.” Kenzie pouted. “But we're not with you anymore. We’re our own clan.” “You still answer to the clave,” Raphael spoke calmly. Kenzie leaned up and glared at him. “Not if they don’t find out.” She turned back to me but Raphael spoke again. “Don’t you think they will be concerned when one of their own goes missing. She’s a Herondale, the inquisitors family. I'm sure she won't be happy to find out what you did. It will affect all us night children. You know what they do to us?” He questioned. They shook their heads and one of the ones kneeling on my arm looked scared. “They torture us with the sun. they burn us apart limb by limb until you try and yell out for God and the name chokes you to death. You will last 5 minutes. They’ll make sure. They want you to suffer. Especially if you touch her.” This shocked one of them so much that he stood and walked a few steps away. Now my right arm was free but was numb so I didn’t even try to move it. “Get back here Damien.” Kenzie hissed. “Don’t tell them my name!” He angrily proclaimed. “This was your idea!” They began arguing among themselves long enough for me to manage to move my arm. In slowly brought my hand to my crystal necklace. Only it wasn’t crystal but witchlight. It wouldn’t kill them but would blind them for a few seconds and burn slightly. “Raph, duck!” I yelled before wrapping my hand around the witchlight. He did just as the bright light shot from the witch light. The vampires hissed, apart from Raphael. Due to the shock, I was able to shove Kenzie off me and yanked away from the other vamps to stand. I held the witchlight towards them as I backed away. My foot hit someone. Raphael. I looked down to see him crouched hissing though slightly. I dropped the necklace and grabbed his arm. He stood slowly. “You ok?” I asked quickly. He nodded. Looking at the vampires they were all covering their eyes and writing slightly. “I forgot about witchlight.” Kenzie spat though her eyes were still closed. I quickly grabbed my phone and took a picture of them just as the first one stood again. Though once he faced us we were already gone. Raphael had picked me up and used his vampire speed to get us away. We eventually stopped and I looked around to notice we were near the institute. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “But how did you find me?” “I wasn’t stalking you if that’s what you mean.” I raise an eyebrow. “I wasn’t,” he sighed. “I was going home when I heard the scuffle.” “Sure” I dragged out my words to annoy him. I succeeded. He rolled his eyes. “Quit being so broody. Not everything sucks.” “Stop calling me broody-“ “Stop being broody then!” I exclaimed. He shook his head though I swear I saw the corner of his lips twitch up.  “Goodbye Raph, and-“ “Raph?” He was the one to raise an eyebrow this time. I smiled slightly. “It suits you. And thank you for your help. Otherwise, I don’t know how it would have ended.” I began to walk away and he stood still. “I'm sorry if I crossed a line tonight,” He called. I threw a glance over my shoulder. “it wasn’t my intention.” “Whatever!” I called and walked away. I might have been swaying my hips more than usual. “Whats done is done!” I could hear his chuckle as I neared the Institute doors. I got a few looks as I walked in the institutes. Some questioning, some staring at the skin I was showing and some at the bruises and scraps upon the said skin. “What happened to you?” Izzy and Alec asked me at the same time. Though Alec had a frown on his face, most likely due to the injuries, and Izzy most likely due to the smile that ghosted my lips. “Just some vampires. Nothing I cant handle.” “How many?” Alec asked as I grabbed my phone. I unlocked it and brought up the picture. “4, these 4 to be specific.” I handed Alec my phone. “You took on 4 vampires with just a dagger and witch light?” Izzy questioned, crossing her arms. I smiled slightly. “I might have had some help.” I walked away, ignoring the looks I got and went to clean up. After I put some healing runes on, cleaned up and changed I sat on my bed. The word Raph was still sticky sweetly to my tongue. “Raph” I mouthed the words. Let's just say I took all the hotel dumort missions I could get.

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Random Encounters with Missingno: Chapter 59

Chapter 59- A Random Relatability

Bits of purple goop go flying everywhere as the Muk breaks away from the confinement of the circus.

And then a dozen rockets sink into its body. They are easily absorbed, and the Muk turns towards the shooter.

“Oh, no!” Missingno starts to scramble away. “Looks like the plot won’t let us have any more delays. Your turn!” He gives a thumbs up to the others.

Koja tilts his head. “Wait, I’m all out of weapons. How am I supposed to help?” His thick eyebrows push together.

Missingno lobs a rock to him. As he catches it, it turns into a small throwing knife.

“Any rock you touch turns into a weapon. After a bit, however-”

The kunai in his hand turns back into a rock.

“Yeah, that.”

As the rock turns into a large throwing star, Koja flings it at the Muk. It stops moving towards them for a second as it absorbs the weapon and then begin moving again.

Koja grins. “Much better.” He gets ready to run. “I’ll keep it in one place. You figure out what to do.”

He takes off, circling just out of the monster’s reach. As he runs, he reaches down to grab a handful of rocks. As they become weapons, he throws them before they have time to turn back. Still, they just absorb into its skin. It falls forward, lengthening its reach just enough. As the hand heads down for Koja, needles stab into it. Although they instantly melt, it distracts the Muk long enough for him to escape.

Driller distracts it from the air while Koja keeps it in place.

“That should be enough for now.” Missingno turns to Cassandra. “Aren’t you going to help?”

“Uhhh, I am?” She jabs a thumb at Driller.

“No, I mean you.”

“I can’t really do anything, or have you glitched me to have some sort of superpower?” She laughs.

“Yeah.”

She stares at him as she feels her stomach churn.

“Come on, don’t you remember?” He snaps, and her hammer jumps out of her bag.

As it lands in her hands, she shakes her head. “This thing? It has been worthless since I first got it.”

“What are you talking about? With this hammer in hand, your strength is immeasurable, your foes tremble, everything has-”

She hasn’t had anything like that.

“... What?”

She has used it twice, with the Rapidash and then the skeleton. Other than that, you used it.

“Wait.” He turns back to Cassandra. “What about all those times you hit me with your bag and sent me flying?”

“I thought that was you being over dramatic.” She gasps and puts a fist to her lips as she ponders. ‘There was that time in the Veridian Forest. My bag had already been changed, so the hammer might have already been in there. Does that mean…’

“That’s right! It’s true!”

“Don’t read my thoughts.” She shook her head. ‘Why am I just accepting that he can?’

Missingno opens his mouth, but Cassandra’s glare stops him.

Cassandra shakes her head again and asks, “Why didn’t it work in the past?”

“Because hammers have no effect against blue.”

She thinks of the Rapidash glitch and it’s blue decorations, as well as the blue skeleton of the Tower King. She looks at Missingno and swings the hammer, sending him flying against an invisible wall.

“W-why?”

“Just checking if it really works.” She shakes her head one last time before heading off to join the fight.

… Are you ok?

Missingno pushes himself to sit up. “Yeah, I’m just worried about them.” He watches as the others keep the Muk busy. “Am I making the best decision?”

I thought that you wanted to get them involved in the fights?

“Yeah, but not until at least season 2.” He pulls his knees in. “I wanted to give them as much time to stay out of my fight.”

But you need their help. You need to conserve power, and let’s be honest, it would improve the story.

“Of course I know that!... It’s just, I spent the last year of hiatus thinking about it, and now that this moment is here, how can I just ask them to fight my battles?!”

… Sigh. Look at them.

Missingno looks at his three companions. They are fighting hard, and although they are not able to do a whole lot against the monster, they don’t let up.

Koja uses the skills forced upon him by the glitch. He hates the glitches that force such unnatural changes, but joined a group he had barely met in order to help others. To do so, he throws not only weapons, but his entire life away to help those in danger. To help Missingno.

Cassandra swings her hammer, and large chunks of purple goo are flung aside. Her attack doesn’t do much but move it around, but she grips and attacks again. No matter what has happened so far, she still has kept with Missingno. She has seen all the terror and danger that the glitches contain, but still throws her hand in with him. She believes in Missingno, and that he will always end up on top. So she clenches her teeth, and swings again as she waits for him.

Driller is very simple. Unlike Cassandra, he understands exactly what Missingno has done for them, and is forever grateful for it. He will accept anything asked of him, and even more when Missingno alters his attacks to be more plentiful and effective than the true Pokemon counterparts. He will attack with everything he has been given to give Missingno some more time.

… This may be your fight, but they do what they can to help you; it is their privilege. Now, didn’t you still need to work on that relatability of yours?

Missingno grins, and that grin widens as he look up with strained eyes. “Relatability? Who cares about that? I have ultimate power!” He jumps up, spreading his arms. “I am surrounded by danger that only I can defeat. And I can do so easily. Haven’t you ever dreamt about being so OP that saving the world is a piece of cake, and anyone with stupid ideas can be effortlessly taken care of?”

I-I guess so.

“I’m living that dream! I have power! I have morals! I don’t care what others think.” He lowers his arms as he looks at the ground. “I have avoided this fight for 20 years. But you know what? I’m not going to just sit around while others die because I can’t get off my butt and do what needs to be done!”

A unison cry comes from across the glitched field. “Missingno, you coming or what?!’

Missingno grins. He rips a single rocket launcher off of his custom weapon, loads a rocket, and leans it against his shoulder.

“YOU BET!”

Ok, I missed again. I apparently can't promise anything anymore. Just, try and stick with me.

As for the chapter, I hoped it made such a big impact as I had hoped. Fun, reveals, fourth wall breaks. This is it, time for some real fighting here!

Pokemon is owned by Nintendo, Creatures inc, and GAME FREAK inc. Missingno is an original spin on the Pokemon owned by them as well.