#boys witn long hair

[redr0sewrites]

❤️‍🩹A/n: i love him. again, more shameless, filthy filthy smut. he must suffer the wrath of my period hormones.

❤️‍🩹Cw: smut, sub!inexperienced!shigaraki, fem!dom!reader, fluff, riding, overstim, praise, humiliation kink, very mild voyeurism

pretty.

all Shigaraki could think about as you bounced up and down on his cock was just how pretty you look. your cheeks were flushed and your pupils blown out like a dog in heat, and yet somehow you still held control over him like he was some precious mutt you'd managed to tame- and fuck did he enjoy it. and by the looks of it, so did you.

"you having fun down there pretty boy? wonder what the others would think, seeing their mighty leader mewling like a bitch in heat over getting to fuck a real pussy for the first time," theres a teasing lilt to your voice that makes him shiver, yet he presses into the hand that cups his face regardless. he nods, and you coo, babying him like he's some sort of exotic pet. his cock twitches at the thought- he'll unpack that later.

"aw, you enjoying yourself? bet the real thing's ssso much better than some cheap replica, hm? were you that desperate to fuck me, tomura?" you nod your head in the direction of the sex toy, long since discarded in favor of you riding him.

his head is far too fuzzy to reply, so he settles for nodding desperately, too lost in the pleasure to even form a cohesive sentence.

"answer me, Tomura."

your voice rings out commanding and cold as the hand that had been cupping his face so gently grips his hair harshly, wrenching his head back to expose his neck.

"or do you want me to stop?"

"mmngh,, no! nno ma'am," he slurs, whimpering as you press sloppy kisses to his now exposed neck.

"aw, good boy Tomura. and you- ffuck, used your manners too! guess that calls for a reward, don't you think?"

you nibble at the junction of his collarbone, testing to see how much he reacts before biting down hard. Shigaraki lets out an uncharacteristic whimper, tugging at the restraints holding his hands to the bedposts above him. he made it clear that this was a definite condition of sleeping with him- he wanted there to be absolutely no chance that he could accidentally hurt you with his quirk, especially since he's so inexperienced. it was both sad, and a little cute, how much he cared about your safety when he was the one being fucked absolutely senseless!

a sharp role of his hips causes a stuttered whine to slip past your lips, quickly swallowed by Shigaraki in a deep kiss. teeth and tongue clash together as you finally kiss him on the lips, and he strains to meet you halfway.

"please," he gasps into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to brush away the pale hair sticking to his forehead from sweat so that you can see his eyes. "please, i've been so good.." he trails off , looking up at you pleadingly.

you smile before pulling him in to another kiss, while your hands slam down on his chest, forcing him into the mattress. Tomura mewls beneath you, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as you ride him with newfound fury. you fondle his chest as you kiss him dizzy, one hand pinches a nipple between two fingers while the other trails down to feel each twitch of his stomach as you ride him.

"you have been good, baby. i said i would reward you, didn't i? you wanna cum, don't you?" if Tomura had a tail, you were quite sure it would be wagging right now. he stares up at you with glazed, lust filled eyes and nods fervently. Shigaraki's back arches as you begin to pick up your pace, and he's nearly drooling as he watches your chest bounce witn each roll of your hips. his thighs shudder as you rise up until your nearly hovering over him, before slamming back down onto his cock. his mushroom tip reaches your g spot with ease, and you can feel your own orgasm building up as well.

"you close, honey?" you rasp, cupping his face and slowing down so that you can savor each roll of your hips. you practically have each ridge and vein of his cock memorized, and he twitches inside you as his tip ever so lightly nudges your cervix.

"mngh- mhm!" he responds eagerly, throwing his head back into the soft pillows and once again giving you access to his neck. you happily oblige, sucking a few more dark marks into his skin. your teeth against his flesh makes him tremble, and he lets out a sharp gasp as his orgasm approaches without warning.

"o-oh ffuck, gonna!" Shigaraki moans, and his cock twitches once, twice, three times inside you. "gonna cum pretty boy? c'mon, doing so good f'me," you whisper in his ear before pressing a wet kiss to his neck. yojr praise sends him tumbling over the edge, and Tomura lets out a string of fumbling curses before cumming inside. for a few seconds he continues rolling his hips, fucking his release deeper inside of you, and its the feeling of him filling you up that makes the coil in your stomach snap. you gush around him, clenching and moaning wantonly as your orgasm washes over you.

you continue rutting against him for a few more seconds, prolonging your high before collapsing against his chest in a heap of sweat and exhaustion. Shigaraki whines beneath you as he pulls out, and you roll to the side before removing his restraints. he rubs his sore wrists, and you take the opportunity to nuzzle in close, burying your head into his neck.

"that was... really nice," you mumble, and he hums in response, embarrassment preventing him from replying.

"maybe.. we could do it again sometime?" you ask, and Shigaraki pulls away to look at you. for a split second, he looks almost... hopeful, before his usual facade returns.

"if that's what you want," he grumbles, but returns to holding you regardless.

"definitely." you reply, before slotting yourself against is bare body.

"do you mind if i stay the night, Tomura?"

"..no, i guess not."

CRYING SCREAMING I NEED HIM SO BAD HES SOOOOO. second to touya he's the loml fr 😭😭😭

[ayumi-darling]

🌷--Lingering Feelings--🌷

⚠️Spoiler Alert for Upcoming game⚠️ fluff and confusion shizz--read at ur own risk

sypnosis: Ayumi in Yuki's perspective. He is dumbfounded about her and some other things.

Sparks flew as Yuki wired the last of the wires of his latest invention, the early morning sunlight streamed through the small windows of his small inventing room--a humble abode he considers a place of relaxation for his mind, a place where he can't be disturbed by anyone or anything. "Yuiii!˜ With the exception of one.. Those luscious black strands bounce from her shoulders witn no effort at every step she took on the spiral staircase, a tray of muffins and a cup of coffee with a strong aroma that indicates it's his favorite brew.

Despite the sweet smell of freshly baked muffins and strong aroma of black coffee, a distinct scent of cozy vanilla stood out to his senses, a scent that felt like he knew for centuries. A familiar figure, short and dressed in soft pastels entered his vision, a warm smile that made him flutter inside--that he wished to never feel--Gosh, why was she perfect? Let alone, perfect for him?? "I made you some muffins and your favorite coffee" The walking angel sat beside him, placing the tray of treats--treats she took the time to make herself, just for him-- the small action was accompanied with her eyes just sparkling with what he could've sworn was concern and just affection towards him, why does she care so much? Why does he care? "You weren't in your bedroom when I went to wake you up for breakfast, so I figured you were here" The lady's voice was gentle and sweet, it itched a part of his brain he never knew existed. He took the coffee and a muffin, silently munching on the delectable treat she prepared. Yuki could only give her a faint smile, weary from his long night. When he's locked on creating something, he would forget about time and boy.. This woman knew him like the back of her pretty hands... "I forgot to tell you I was staying up late" Yuki said in between munches of his muffin and a sip of coffee, he watched as the girl stood up and tidied up a little, smiling at his little inventions. "I know" Ayumi replies in sing-song, a gentle laugh escaping her rosy lips. A melody in his ears "I told Cal you couldn't attend this afternoon aanndd I chose your sleepwear for you and changed your sheets for you" A gleeful helper she was. Facing him with hands on her hips as the sun casted a heaven-like glow on her. Her warm gaze doesn't change but her actions speak volumes of worry towards him. "Promise me you will rest at least until later this afternoon, you look like you could faint at any moment!" Ayumi exclaims, concerned etched on her adorable features that Yuki can't help but chuckle, his baritone voice like a vibration in the atmosphere around them "Alrigh' alright.." He stood up with a stretch, stealing glances at the short little gremlin who watched his every move with determination and no-bounding concern. Even with short stolen glances was she just so perfect to look at, what captivated him even more is the way she made him feel--confused yet alluring-- Who knew that someone as respected and powerful as him Would obey the words of a woman who can barely match his strength? A woman who made him feel more than a pawn. A woman who kept him straight and grounded. A woman who made him feel things he never though he could feel. A woman who made someone as smart as him rip his hair off in confusion. A woman who made him feel loved..

He was down bad for her, nothing captivates him more than that short little gremlin and it was so confusing. Why her? Why him? She shouldn't even be here in the first place. ---🌸----🌸-----🌸----🌸-----🌸---🌸----🌸-----🌸---🌸---🌸--🌸 He stares at the ceiling, he didn't bother to wipe the oil from his face before he laid down, staining his sheets with a black smudge on his cheek. His hair disheveled as he tossed a nd turned in his bed. Her smile Her laugh Her eyes Her face Her scent It all felt to damn familiar, sending a wave of comfort and tranquility in him. Like he knew it for years. Yet, at the same time It was like unconsciously does he act aloof, his guard up--despite it faltering from time to time--and a sense of unease. Does he hate her? Of course not but, it feels like it and at the same time he doesn't. Thinking so much about these unconscious feelings made him groan his face onto his pillow. Did prolong exposure to more non-witch acts made him fumble a nerve in his brain? He is confused, but one thing was for sure; Ayumi cares for him, she really does Whether he feels happy or uneasy around her, he's still grateful for everything she displays around him. For his case, he doesn't know what else he feels aside frome grateful, he knows he feels something else and when he does find out about it, he denies it--It was that damn confusing--With all this buzzing on his head, like an eternities worth of troubles...he always stumps himself with this one question; How will he be able to Love like you?

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Author's note: This is something that came out of nowhere--phewww--I got exams coming up and I had to ge it out, also this was like on the spot and wasn't drafted from my notes lmao.

[corie-is-writing]

↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [THE CRIMSON TYRANT] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ Sudden informant and new title ´ˎ˗

Note: Yet another new side oc- Can't believe it took me so long to write this silly thing.

You had left Heartslabyul shortly before Cater could kick you and the others out, you weren't sure about Grim and the boys, but there is no way you're gonna let an ipad kid try to beat you up.

Instead– You decide to explore nrc and take in all the details you couldn't before! Obviously, being such a prestigious magic school, the money was well spent on making sure each and every little detail was perfect, as well as accessible to every student.

It was unfortunate that the novel and game doesn't spend too much time talking about the school and dorm's architecture. You love how each dorm suits it's students and matches the environment they grew up in, it probably felt like a second home to the students. (You wish you could say the same about your own..)

'Hm?' You come to a halt as you notice that you don't recognize the place you ended up in, clearly a part of the school that was never drawn or mentioned before.

"Where am I..?" You mutter to yourself, perhaps it wasn't exactly the best idea to explore the school on your own, especially when so absentmindedly– only focusing on the details.

'Isn't this a part of the library?'

You look around you and see many shelves filled with books, all dusty and unkept, in clear contrary to the clean and tidy part of the library you were just in.

"You're in the restricted section of the library."

You jump, startled at the unfamiliar voice that just spoke to you. Expecting to see a ghost, you turn and come to lock eyes with a pale turquoise haired young man.

"Oh- um, who're you?" You ask, taking a step back. The boy silghtly pouts.

"Isn't good manners to introduce yourself first?" He huffs, though doesn't show any sort of malice or anger.

"Ah- right, I'm..Y/n." You say, noticing the pointy ears, still hanging on to the belief that giving a fae your name is no good news.

"Well, Nice to meet you Y/n!" The boy greets cheerfully, his pout replaced with a gleeful smile. "I'm Rex Mikko."

You almost flinch when he reaches out his hand, hesitant as you take it witn your own and give it a slight shake.

"So, how come the headmaster allowed a beast and a magicless human attend here?"

You feel a little ticked off at the question, 'And just earlier he was talking 'bout good manners..'

Well, you might as well boast about your great accomplishments you've made so far with the characters from your fav novel and game.

"Not too sure, then again, I kinda fought a monster in the dwarves cave and bought a magic crystal." You tried your best to seem modest, but as you hear your own words, you cringe slightly.

Rex doesn't seem to have the same reaction.

"WHA?! SERIOUSLY?! YOU?! HOW?!" You wince at the volume of his voice, then notice the bright expression he has on his face, almost as if he admires you.

"Well, um Meandafewotherswerethreatenedwithexpulsion,gotsenttothedwarvesminetogetamagiccrystal,therewasthismonsterprotectingthestonessoIgotthebeastandothertwotoworktogether,Idistractedthemonsterwhiletheyusedtheirmagictofightit."

You took a deep breath, "Guess the headmaster was impressed at our teamwork at allowed me and the beast to enroll as one student."

He hung onto every word, understanding despite you saying at as fast as you can, his eyes sparkled with excitement and awe.

"That's...so cool!" Rex exclaimed.

'THANK GOD HE'S AN IDIOT!!' You internally cheered, though you technically told the truth it sounds so unbelievable that anyone including yourself would think it's a lie.

"Mx. Y/n, that's so admirable of you!" Why the sudden honorific? Oh well. "Even though your magicless, you– an averagely weak human managed to pull through such a terrifying experience and get two students and a beast to work together!"

'Seriously what's up with this guy-' You deadpan, slowly blinking at the boy.

"I'll definitely be cheering you on!" Rex beamed.

"Nonono- There's no need, I'm not an idol-"

"I'll get going now, I don't wanna waste your time." He so rudely interrupts. "I'll either be around campus or class 1-8, if not, come find me at Scarabia! I'll be happy to teach you about anything regarding magic or anything else." With that, the cheerful fae hops off happily.

"...." You are left in the restricted section, speechless and dazed.

You sigh and decide to head off too as you notice a certain navy haired boy and beast running inside, along with a ginger far behind, panting.

"I guess I got myself an informant..?"

𓆩♡𓆪

"I can't believe you left us there.." Ace rested his head on the desk, furrowing his brows as he groans.

You merely chuckled, giving a half-assed apology. "So, what happened there?"

"Cater-Senpai said if Ace wants to apologize to the dormleader, Ace has too replace the tart." Deuce explains, "He then kicked us out after that."

"That guy's so annoying! He used his magic thingy to make clones and fight us!" Grim huffs, crossing his paws. "It was four against, like..so many!"

The beast quickly shuts up as the door opens, and in comes a fur coated man with a whip. "So you're all the fresh faces starting my class today."

Crewel observes the class, taking note of all the various hair colors, commenting about it. "I'm going to slap all the names and appearances of 100 kinds of both medical and poisonous herbs into your tiny brains, so be sure to take notes and memorize them, pups!"

You shuddered, the thought of your professor beating you up with knowledge would not be a pretty sight. You get your pen ready.

"Why does that guy have a whip..?" Grim mutters, but his question goes unanswered as you merely shrugged and took a sip of some potion in your hands.

The next teacher he questioned was the history teacher.

"My name is Trein, and this is my family, Lucius." The man says, before going on about what he will be teaching.

"Mrrrrraooooooowwwwwwr!"

Grim blinks slowly at the cat, tilting his head. "Are animals allowed in classes..?"

Ace chuckled, "Well, you're here, aren't you?"

"Why you-"

Lucius hops on the desk, sitting in front of the beast, and blinks slowly back at him.

"...mew?"

And lastly, Vargas.

"Name's Vargas. I'm in charge of toughening you bean sprouts up." The pe teacher says. "Being a great mage starts with your body! Just look at the muscles you get from eating 100 raw eggs a day!" He flexes his muscles.

"Is that even healthy for humans.." Grim blinked, he has heard of salmonella and food poisoning, he thought humans would have stayed away from eating raw food.

But he guesses that humans really like their eggs, because one and his stupid lackey is arguing over it.

"Hand over that chicken as compensation!" The delinquent says, reaching his hand out.

"Mrra?! Now way! This is my chicken!" Grim yells, grapping onto the plate protectively.

The other delinquent clicked his tongue. "Huh? You're the new kid on the block. This is what you call paying respects to your elders?"

'How're we supposed to know your age though..' You stare at them blankly.

"What's with that dumb look, you punk?!" The senior yells, reaching his fist out to your cheek.

Just as Deuce and Ace is about to jump in and shield you, both delinquents are sent flying by a punch.

The whole cafeteria gawks at you, fist barely scratched. You look at yourself then the boys you just punched, and sweated nervously.

"The hell?! isn't that kid magicless?!"

"They sent them flying with one punch..could it be.."

"They're actually strong?!"

"I should have not drank that potion.." You muttered.

If the students start calling you 'one punch kid.' Don't pay it any attention.

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Wow haven’t gotten one of these in awhile

Now for WIPS, I do have a couple thanks to the fact I’ve been hella burnt out and haven’t had motivation to write much but I’m hoping to start writing again

I do have a google doc filled with prompts/started fics and ocs and my headcanons so let’s see what we can find!

My started fics

Aether Mountain where a needy Mountain is teased by Aether eating a banana

An extension of the Swiss and Aether fic I did where we see what happened with Rain, Mountain, and Dew

Aether and Sunny being passed around the pack after they return from tour

High sex between Mountain and Phantom

Needy Aether in heat (it’s in the universe where Aeth and Swiss are mated) and Mounty takes care of him while Swiss is ravaged by Rain

Rain has an anxiety attack and Dew helps him

Alpha surprising Terzo with free use of a naked Omega who is, and I quote directly from my doc, posing like “paint me like one of your French girls” where they are both fucked stupid by that big boy

Ghoulettes spoiling Lussy

Idea of Dew getting Bred by a dom reader, possibilities of Aether being involved and/or Dew wearing lingerie and feminization

Reader being broken sexually by Mountain and Cirrus

Size Queen competition between Rain and Swiss involving Mounty and Aether

Full chapter from the Boundary chapter witb Omega, Alpha, and Aether

Rain and Reader cuddles on a rainy day with the possibility of dancing in the Rain

Rain, Dew, and Reader fluff witn cuddles, hair playing, and soft background music

Soft Dew needing his Mommy after he had a bad nightmare, debating on it being Reader or one of the ghoulettes

Soft Swiss and Mount post ritual cuddles

Aether is caught singing not long after he was summoned but when he’s told he’s good, he insists he’s not until Copia compliments him

Extension from Aether boundary chapter where he’s fantasizing about being used by Alpha and Omega, cue him being flustered around them for a few days till they force him to talk to them and it leads to him being fucked dumb

Rain degrading Swiss

Dew torturing Rain with a remote controlled plug

Ifrit’s poor Ifrittties being tortured because the others won’t fucking stop playing with them

Cirrus playing dress up with Aether and Rain and parading them around the ghoul den with the one rule that nobody can touch them without her permission

Shinibari with Reader and Rain where he is tied up in a pretty harness, which is inspected from professor Cirrus, leading to Rainy being pegged between the two pretty people

Transmasc Swiss and his dysphoria making him think he’s not pretty enough so Aether and Mountain spoil him until he knows he’s just as beautiful as the others

Jealous Swiss w/ Aether or Mountain

Needy Swiss

Dew is jealous of Rain and acts like a angsty asshole until Reader calls him out

MountainDew first time

Single Parent Swiss and Reader extension

Mafia au! Lackey with the Bosses Daughter: Mountain x Reader

Forbidden love: Alpha and Reader. Ghouls and siblings aren’t allowed to be together yet they say fuck da rules

Love Triange with Ifrit Dew and Reader

you’ve changed: MountainDew because Dew is different after the churches forced his transition

Age Gape: Omega Aether…it’s kinda obvious

You Don’t Seperate a Giant from his Treasure chapter 3 with Swiss and Mountain

Head over Tail: request from SpeakingTree I haven’t finished…

All Because I Fell chapters 4-10 plans

That’s about it!

WIP Game

I was tagged by @ghostchems and @kissingghouls to play. I have too many art WIPs to count. rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag ya friends!

I am currently in the salon getting my hair did so yeah hit me up.

So many WIPs aggg!

My WIPs are currently:

From my "Bestiary" Compendium of Ghoul Ficlets:

2020 Swiss

Year Zero

1789 Cumulus

1972 Phantom

2018 Omega

Then I got a lot of WIPs for my random life in my AU compendium "Domestics"

Weakness

Fare Game

Nance Principal

Papa Camino & Nihil

Then my actual bigger fics

Violence and Gentleness (Primo 1979)

Lead the Way Into the Void (Terzo/Omega/OC)

Crossroads (Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family)

Maternal Slave (Copia/Marian, Copia & Brothers)

Then some random fragments

No Deal

Copia College

Marian's Gone

Wow so I write everything all at once

Have at it 😵‍💫

I nominate @thew0man @linafinsterwald192 @sisterprocrastinator @fishwithtitz @delullu

[martinsfrancisco]

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[dangan-imagine-plus]

Could you do kissing and making out headcanons for Kokichi and Nagito separately including first kiss?

Absolutely, been busy with school, trying to become a lawyer -mod Oma 💜

Kokichi

Your first kiss with this boy would be a few months into the relationship, Kokichi would wait until he could trust you enough because in his mind kissing is extremely special and should be saved until absolutely sure you’re both ready and love each other completely.

This would be at an out of character for him place, like a romantic picnic, D.I.C.E helped him setting the mood.

Such as figuring out what time would be best, so that you two could get there and then watch the sunset together. Lighting candles, preparing food and drinks, finding the best place that would wow you the most and any other factor.

He would ask if he could kiss you before actually doing it and then slowly lean in, tilting his head, meeting you half way then waiting for you to make your move.

The kiss would be slow and passionate, probably last around 10-20 seconds and then you both pulled away flustered.

After he would slowly start to kiss you more often until it’s almost every time you see each other or leave after meeting up.

Sometimes in rushed situations, like running past you (he annoyed Maki), or just to leave you wanting more. He’ll kiss you fast and somehow doesn’t matter how rushed, kiss you on the smack dab lips.

And when you two are alone, or after getting back from a risky D.I.C.E mission or prank, he’ll kiss you more passionately, and won’t pull away until you do.

However if you kiss him first, he may get a little flustered then cover that with kissing you back harder than you did.

Loves and hates when all you give him is a quick peck or a fast forehead kiss. Makes him feel nice but he wants more than that, and if he can will pull you back for more.

Let’s be honest most of the slow kisses lead to making out, especially when he has you all to himself, Kokichi’s hands will be hesitant at first but then slowly make their way to your hair, hips, both, ass, neck or thighs. Mans touchy...

If you’re the shy type you might also hesitate, however he’ll pull back to tell you it’s okay. “S/O you know you can hold me right? I thought I said that, but hey you might have forgot looking at my beautiful face.”

He can feel trapped sometimes though, he will tell you if he does, but if he doesn’t say anything he’s okay with it.

Usually moves his head to your neck -if your ok with that- and bites at where he knows your weak spot is.

Doesn’t matter, weight or height or anything, likes to either have you sitting on his lap or him on yours during this.

Kokichi usually initiates, but loves when you do too, although he won’t tell you that, he’s a liar and the leader of an evil organization, he needs to feel like the dominant one.

There’s a chance you guys’ll sneak around at first, not for any reason, just excitement and thrill for Kokichi. So the first time anyone really knew that you two were a thing was when a D.I.C.E member walked in on you two making out, then you two got outed.

Kokichi acted calm but was really freaking out, where as you were trying to decide on whether to run, hide yourself or die from embarrassment.

I should also mention that 8 times out of 10, making out leads to sex (kinda wanna write a fix about that).

Nagito

This boy is terrified “of corrupting you” as he puts it, the fact that you two got into a relationship in the first place is a miracle, because he let himself be with someone so ‘hopeful’.

Probably tried to avoid touching you in any sense, whether that be accidental or not. If he ever bumped into you he would apologize so much your ears might fall off.

He also is afraid his luck may hurt you or get you into trouble, however his luck would be what would get him to finally make a move.

This went down as Nagito and you were peacefully eating lunch on a hopes peak bench, he had made you lunch, his luck working to his advantage when he made it, as nothing went wrong and it turned out amazing.

As Nagito went to eat another piece of sushi, mikan fell into his back, he dropped it and the chopsticks then his lips were pushed into yours. Nagito was somewhat in shock, so it took him a bit to process, by that time you had already pulled away though.

“ ‘Just my luck’ S/O, I really am worthless, I couldn’t stop you from being tainted by me. Although your hope still shines through brightly. So beautiful... I don’t deserve to witne-“

You shut him up by kissing him again. “There, now I’ve reversed the “tainting”, that’s how it works. If you kiss me twice it reverses all effects.”

Your explanation didn’t sit well with Nagito still, but he accepted it because you are an ultimate and would know better than ‘trash’ like him.

Kissing more would take a while, but not completely out of the question, however you may need to start it more often than not.

Kissing Nagito would be a not short but not long kiss, but the fireworks you both feel would be amazing.

He often praises you on your kisses, doesn’t matter how bad you are, he loves every one.

Would like head kisses, but you have to wait till he’s laying down and his hair is not going mental, still, makes him feel loved. Something he finds hard to compute but appreciates nonetheless.

Making out would be much later when he finally felt comfortable and would initiate it, of course asking 5 times beforehand.

He would press his lips to you, hands beside him until you moved them around your waist or neck, he doesn’t really have a preference.

Never turn sexual without extremely explicit consent, kind of kills the mood, but it’s good to know he wouldn’t do anything unwanted.

-that’s all folks

[badmcuposts]

Mini-Tony

For: @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Gifted to: @floweryfran

Warnings: none?

-

“Tones, drop the act.” Rhodey ordered vaguely, storming into the lab as if he owned the place.

“What act?” Tony asked, less confused and more dismissive about the assertion that he would dare put up an act. That would take a lot of work he didn’t want to put in. The man kind of had a planet to constantly defend, you know.

Rhodey sighed, sitting down and putting on his serious face. “We all know you cloned yourself.” He spoke.

At the moment, Tony thought it had been a joke, since it so obviously had to be. But, his friend only continued until it all became far too alarming for Tony to ignore.

“I mean, really, Tony? This is a major federal crime! You know you could get the FBI called on you for this? Why would you be so reckless? How could you? It’s... it’s mad! You’ve really lost it, man. Come on, just let it go!”

Tony stared at his former MIT roommate, dazed and confused as he contemplated the sanity of the man before him. What was Rhodey on?

“Okay,” he began, “not entirely sure how I’m supposed to break this to you, but I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

In a shock, Rhodey’s body twitched, a visceral reaction to what Tony saw as a completely normal response to being accused of human cloning. “You... you didn’t clone yourself?” He questioned idiotically.

“No, I didn’t fucking clone myself!” Tony relented as he began to sardonically laugh, “What would make you honestly believe that I would do such a thing?”

At that, his friend went quiet. Tony watched the shy blush creep onto Rhodey’s cheeks, a deep and red tint running down his neck like a historically accurate thanksgiving. The colonel’s brown eyes looked up into the sky, as if searching for a way out of the situation on the celling.

Abruptly, he mumbled something incoherent under his breath.

“What?” The billionaire in the room tentatively asked, still laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Was he okay?

“Peter...” Rhodey murmured again, now audible, whether he wanted to be or not. That’s it, Tony thought, he’s lost it.

“Did... did you say Peter?” He asked again, more to himself than the other man. There was no way, absolutions no way, that Rhodey had actually just said the kid’s name.

“Yes! Peter, okay?”

Tony stood, shell shocked. “What... what does m-the kid have to do with you accusing me of breaking federal law and cloning myself in my private lab without shame?”

“It’s just- god it sounds so stupid now- he’s like... a mini-Tony.” Rhodey relented, his blush deepening quickly under the scrutinizing gaze of his best friend.

“A mini-Tony?” The man repeated, monotonic and blank in the face.

“Yes!” Rhodey shouted, “Stop tormenting me, you doofus. It’s a perfectly reasonable concern.” At the zenith of his mockery, Tony dies down, suddenly more interested in the how.

“You... you noticed that the kid and I have a few vague similarities and decided it meant I had cloned myself? Are you okay?” He asked.

Rhodey gasped, and initiated a debate nor mortal could ever be prepared to wage.

“It is not a few vague similarities and you know it! He’s exactly like you. The curly brown hair, the deep eyes, the general figure, the-”

“You’re describing every American male of Italian descent within a five-hundred mile radius.”

“It’s not just the looks, though. He acts just like you! I mean, his IQ has to be-”

“If you dare accuse my intellect of being equal to that of a sixteen year old child I am going to lose it.”

“Oh, stop being so grumpy about it! You know I’m right.”

“Boss,” FRIDAY finally interrupted, saving them from their fall from grace over such a trivial disagreement, “It appears that Captain Rogers is attempting to enter the lab. Should I approve him access or would you prefer some mid-afternoon entertainment by allowing him to attempt to break the cap-proof glass?”

“Eh, let him in.” Tony motioned, watching as the sleek, modern doors of the lab slid open to reveal a red-faced Captain America.

The man almost seemed... livid? Loathsome? Whatever emotion it was, it wasn’t good. “Old man probably broke his hip or something if he’s this interested in getting into my one room of peace and quiet.”

Steve entered, snarling in his elderly fashion. “Tony, I’m going to ask this once and pray to mother Mary that your answer is a resounding no.” “Ooooo, threatening. What’s up, buttercup?” Tony jested, a resoundingly low-effort reaction as the genius felt as though he no longer could be phased by his teammates’ quarrels.

“Did you give Sam my shield?” Steve asked, his eyebrows quirking subjectively.

Tony was confused. “What? No. Why would I give Sam your... oh god.” Suddenly, all at once, pieces in Tony’s mind began to place themselves together in one all too real puzzle of comprehension.

Steve grew worried at his own lack of context, as Rhodey followed suit in the paranoia. “What? What did you do, Tony?”

The man squeaked. “I- I think the kid might have done it.”

And that was it, he’d sealed his fate in Rhodey’s eyes. The other man began to seethe, smoke nearly bellowing out of his ears as his chance at glory was redeemed.

“DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, TONY? DO YOU?”

“He said he wanted to play a prank, he didn’t say anything about giving Capsicle over there’s shield to the one person that would almost definitely try to destroy it for fun.” Tony shrugged, hoping to move the attention away from himself for the moment being.

Steve looked estranged. “Wait- what were you talking about?” “The kid!” Rhodey earned him in, “Isn’t he just like Tony? It’s like he cloned himself!” “I didn’t fucking clone myself, platypus.” Tony interrupted, only to be cut off by an extra presence in the room.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Peter asked, jovial as ever in his youthful stride. Of course, that didn’t last too long, as the boy was quickly stopped dead in his tracks by an onslaught of demands.

“Did you give my shield to Sam?”

“What’s your IQ, kid?”

“Pete, run!”

Peter stood still, confused and dazed by the screaming in his face. “Oooookkkaaayyyyyy. I’m gonna take this as my sign to kindly remove myself from the situ-”

“No! No you don’t, Parker.” Rhodey interjected, “You’re gonna entertain us for a little while, alright?”

Peter’s eyes grew wide. “Mr. Colonel Rhodes Sir, I have no idea why I’m being interrogated but if this is about the shield thing I can-”

“No, no, Peter. We just want to talk.” Rhodey said, unconvincingly, “Come on, sit down. It’ll be fun, some nice little bonding time with the newest addition to the team.”

Peter looked back to his mentor for support, only to find a blank face of fear and desperation. He knew there was no escape. “Okay.” The teen agreed.

“Great, now, where are you thinking about attending college?”

“What?” Peter asked.

Tony shrugged his shoulders at it all. “Just answer their questions, Pete. He won’t give up.”

Peter quickly accepted that as as much of an explanation as he was going to get any time soon, and lamented. “Uhhh MIT?”

“Good, good. And how’s your sleep schedule?” Rhodey continued.

Peter scoffed. “It’s there, I guess.”

Steve’s eyes began to grow. Oh god, Tony thought, he’s being indoctrinated. Rhodey kept it up. “Vague. I like it. Do you have any friends at school?

Peter made an off kilter face at that. “Just my best friend, Ned, and my girlfriend. I’m not much of a people person.”

“And you’re an orphan, right?”

Suddenly, Peter grew completely tense, obviously uncomfortable with the question. “Woah, dude. Not cool.”

“It’s not personal, I’m just curious.” Rhodey quelled, “You can not answer if that’s more comfortable.”

Peter calmed a bit at that. “No, no, no, no, no. I’m fine, it’s just- yeah. Yeah. I’m an orphan. Whatever. Keep going.”

Rhodey leaned in on the new path of questioning. “And what all do you know about that- the murder, that is?”

Peter laughed a little, switching into a jokind manner. “Is this a police thing? Do you think I killed my parents?” “If I give you context, it will sway your answers.” Rhodey joked back, but he wasn’t joking.

“Plane crash.” Peter said. “Some kind of set up. The- uh- SHIELD people said it was HYDRA but that’s still sort of up in the air. Cold case and all.”

“Okay, thank you. And what about-”

“Nope, stop torturing him.” Tony interrupted, “Kid, run for it.”

Peter laughed as he got up and began to walk away from the colonel. “I’m still so confused.” He expressed.

Tony felt like it was necessary to key the boy into the situation. “Rhodey over there that thinks I cloned myself and that you’re secretly an illegal recreation of my DNA sequences.” He explained.

At that, Peter looked the other man over, before leaning in towards his mentor to quietly whisper “Is... is he okay?”

Tony breathed out in relief at the boy’s nonchalance. “I have no idea.”

Steve caught into the conversation, adding his own two cents. “For the record, I’m on Rhodes’ side now. You too are the same person.”

“He’s sixteen!” Tony complained:

“Yeah!” The boy agreed, quick as lighting, almost as if by reflex. “And he’s, like, thirty.” “Oh, god, I am so happy you just called me thirty.” Tony gasped.

Rhodey mused in his small sextor of the complete bliss one should find when faced witn a minor victory. “Point is, same person.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “You two are exhausting. I had one night stands back in my partying days that had more sense than you guys do. Come on, Peter, let’s go get ice cream.”

“Can we get Burger King, instead?” The teenager chirped.

The man perked up at the notion. “I love Burger King!” “Yes! Let’s go, Mr. Stark, I have no idea what they’re talking about.”

“Polar opposites, you and me.”

“Yep! Polar opposites!”

[weasleymarauders]

my ships and why i ship them:

(not in any particular order)

Hinny:

they just balance each other out perfectly. they were unexpected but not unwanted (by most people) and they have lots of similarities. they have great chemistry and they are a great ship.

Romione:

their build-up was phenomenal. I love the dynamic, the smart amazing [?] girl ending up witn the sidekick who not everyone loves, instead of the hero. Ron has protected Hermione so many times and he won over her heart. I could go on and on about why I love romione.

Wolfstar:

there's lots of wolfstar evidence (just search some up) and I think they really fit together. I know everyone's main counter argument is that sirius wasn't gay, but come on. when you look at sirius black, do you seriously see a straight man? and remus totally has a thing for shapeshifting, cool members of the black family with great hair. (plus remus is literally the moon to sirius's stars and you have to admit thats really cute)

Hedric:

you can't really explain this ship, but you can't hate it without looking into it first. I am a strong supporter of the headcanon where harry had a crush on cedric, and it's not that hard to believe. plus I think they would be really good together, even if the relationship isn't long term, which I dont see happening. I definitely only see them as a short-term school relationship.

Ronarry

I obviously still prefer hinny and romione, but ronarry isn't all that bad. there isn't much ronarry evidence except for the fact that Ron was what harry would miss most, but if you look into it, it's not all bad. plus who knows what they got down to in the tent during DH

Drarry

erm... well... I dont ship this one too much, but I can't say I dont ship it. it's not bad, but its not all amazing either. I used to be the biggest drarry stan until I realized how toxic the community can be sometimes, no offense, so I didn't ship it too much. there isn't too much evidence for drarry, except for some line JKR wrote in half blood prince about harry being obsessed with draco malfoy. I still don't see that as evidence however.

Bleur

if you want to know why I ship bleur, read half blood prince. especially the part where fleur said she wanted to marry Bill regardless of him having been bitten by a werewolf.

Jily

their love story is just so beautiful. I know at first lily hated James, but I love how they got more comfortable and Lily started to fall for him. they had a healthy amazing relationship until they died young together and I think that's beautiful. I would much rather ship Lily with a sweet boy who makes mistakes like any normal teenager, rather then a grumpy teacher who bullies children and was creepily obsessed with Lily.

(like I said, I respect people who stan snape, but I just don't like him.)

Nuna

do they seriously need explanation ????

[boom-boom-boyx2]

Kaminari Denki X Todoroki Shoto

Fandom : bnha; my hero academia; boku no hero acadamia

“Hey....is everything alright? I don’t mean to bother you just..you seem upset.” The multicolored boy sat down next to the fake confused blonde. “Huh? Todoroki what are you doing here? Hehe- I’m fine! You should, uh... you should get back to your friends!...” the now safer looking blonde tried looking away before he was pulled into a very hesitant, but caring hug. “Uh!” He gave off a whole to the one he called Todoroki causing him to look up at the other with a worried face, “are- are you alright? Did.. did I over step my boundaries? Do you want me-“ as Todoroki was weakening the hug The blonde pulled him closer, “no.....please don’t go..” the blonde barriered his face into the others chest and went silent for a moment. “..Kaminari- do you..uh.. if you wanna talk you can..I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” Todoroki stoped and waited for the other to respond, “hmm~” Kaminari sighed in the boys chest then raised his head, “I’m sure you are....” his eyes looked droopy, he looked exhausted and like he was holding something back.., “Denki...please, talk to me.” Todoroki looked Kaminari in the eyes when he said it this time, “oh.....o-okay..” Kaminari DONT want to- no. He couldn’t look him in they eyes when he said it... he had moved down to laying his head on Todoroki’s lap, “shoto, I’m having a hard time.” He paused and switched sides from his left to his right, “it’s hard for me to- to..” he stoped before he began to cry, “why is it s-so ha-hard t-to un-under-underst-stand thing-s.... I don’t understand it! I don’t get how I got into this class- you guys are way smarter than me and and an-“ the crying blonde was cut off by the others soft humming and fingers against his hair, “wh-what are yo-u doming...” he sniffled, the other paused before speaking again, “...is this ..helping? My mother used to do this to help calm me while I cried...I don’t mean to-“ the blonde forced out a soft giggle, “hehe, todo- that’s so cute...” he doesn’t move and they both lay there in silence for another short moment till the blonde spoke again. “Todoroki?” Before he could answer the other kept going, “how do you do it? How do you...how do you understand everything, how do you get all the information the teachers tell you, like- how do you remember it long enough for the test..?..” the multicolored boy could feel the others cold tears along his left leg, he was silent though. They both were. He didn’t respond just kept humming, “how come I don’t have control of my quirk? Why can’t I be as cool as you? Why do I have to be weak- why do I have to be stupid- it’s not fair! You guys are so much better than me..” Kaminari soobbed and Todoroki stoped, Todoroki stop humming, he stoped touching his hair, he stoped thinking, he stoped breathing. All he could think about was how wrong Kaminari was, how stupid* he was for not getting that he himself was amazing. “B-but, the worst part about it all...the worst part about it all was that even Aizawa Sensei thinks I’m useless, I’m just a pho-“ Todoroki thought of a way to shut the boy up before he could say any more lies, any more things that would be so in-true it would hurt both parties, “hm!” Denki shocked Shoto’s moth in well, shock. Once Todoroki realized what he did he let go of the others face, he tried to back away but ended up just hitting his head on the wall he was rested against, “I- uh..” Kaminari sat up and whipped the tears off his face, “I’m sor-“ Shoto was caught off by Kaminari this time. Denki kissed him passionately, it surprised Todoroki so much he ended up hitting his head again, “ouch..” when Denki had backed away from Shoto he he gave him a worried look.

“are- are you alright?” “I’m fine...” “Kaminari...” denki realized what he had just done, “OHMYGODIMSOSORRYTODOROKIWAITPLEASEAREYOUOKAYNONONONO IM SO SORRY! please don’t leave me- I don’t think I could loose you after what I just said I need you please-“ Kaminari was cut off by another kiss, “it uh.. it seemed to work last time..” Todoroki paused again before speaking, “ Denki Kaminari. You are an excellent student, I mean you made It into one of the most difficult schools in Japan, your in the top class, aND a second year... your quirk is beautiful, and you mean so much more to people than-what do u say?...oh! A charging station... your friends love you,” “yeah sur-“ “, and well, I Love You... Kaminari. Your so strong. And if I’m right, I’m pretty sure you might have this thing called ADHD..” Kaminari froze once he had said the I Love You part but when he said ADHD he caught his attention, “wait, what’s ADHD?” “Hmm, well it’s an attention Dissorder, you have trouble staying focused and you....wait you have anxiety right?” “Uh-uhm..yeah- I think I do at least...wait, how did you* even know what ADHD is do you? Like uhm ya’know.. have it?” Todoroki paused and sighed before answering, “my brother, Nastuo, has ADHD we got him tested and he takes medication, it’s very effective- and it’s not that expensive...” Denki had looked up at his...friend... and smiled weakly. “Kaminari, would you like to go to sleep?” “..yes please...” “would you.. would you like me to stay here..?” “Hmm, yes please...your keeping me warm..” Denki was obviously trying to lighten the mood.

Around 10pm

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Mina has intered the chat

Sero has intered the chat

Kirshima has intered the chat

Jirou has intered the chat

💬

Yo, did u guys see kamiBro after class today?

Nah- I kinda thought he was with you, I was gonna ask if he wanted to play games but his door was shut...

Oh fuck! Guyyysssss I thought he was with u guys! Damn it- he looked rlly sad at practice today Jirou Babez! U seen anything??

Well-

Did you say FUCKING lost pikachuu.

...shit-

Oh! H eh Bakugou! Aren’t u in bed around 8;30!?

Hey*

Did. You. Say. You. Lost. Kaminari. When. He’s. Upset.

Uh.....

Shit Kirshima!

Ahahahaha- no.....

I swear to fucking god, if he does something fucking stupid I’m going to kill all of you.

Wait what!? Was he planning on doing something stupid!?

Hold up! Bakugou!? Do u know something we didn’t!?

Be quiet. And check his room, I’m coming I’ll be a second I have to put a shirt on.

WAIT GUYS! CALM DOWN! He’s fine!! I swear!

WHAT!? JIROU WHATS GOING ON!?

HUAH!?

NONONONO

He’s okay

ISTG

HES DINE!

TODOROKIS IN YNERE

There**

Their finneneeds

Leave em’ be!

I-

Wait whAT!?

HALF an’ HALF IS WITN ONE OF MY DUMBASSES!?!?

Ohohohohoooo- calm down bakuBro! At least kami is okay! :)

Yeah...

Tch, he better be- I already put on a shirt and idc if he was his boyfriend over or not I’m going in.

Wait!

Let’s noT!

Why? They having sex!?

Uhm- idk, I kept hearing hits on the wall earlier...

Wtf!?

I DONT GIVE A DUCK

Shit! BAKUGOU WAIT FOR ME!!

SAMMMEEEEE

No! 😀🤚🏼

hakskdndkdbkdbf ur all dumbasses I’m climb with u

👁👄👁 thats not how that works Sero- I-

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“DAMN IT KAMINARI! WAKE UR ASS UP!” ‘BOOM’ the door snapped open which quickly alerted the previous 2 from peacefully sleeping. “WHAT THE FU-“ “....ah, it’s just Bakugou...” the half of the door frame that Bakugou had his foot in was completely frozen and covered in ice, “DAMN YOU ICY HOT!?” “Please quiet down Bakugou, my boyfriend and I were trying to sleep.” He sighed and looked down at a blushing Kaminari, “ah, are you alright?” “I-I’m fine....didn’t know we were dating yet....but that’s cool...” Kaminari buried his chest into Todoroki’s once again, “now, what did you guys need?” Mina, Sero and Kirshima were all frozen with surprise and unexpectedness while Bakugou was physically frozen. “NO. WAY.” Mina shouted and basically flew three Kaminari s door to the couch, careful not to jump onto either of the two. “I CAN’T BELEIVE UOU NEVER TOLD US KAMI~ YOU HAVE A BOYFRIENDDDDDDD!!”

After they continued to scream and what not all TJE fangirling got cut off my well, more fan girls, “what’s with all the rucku-” ochaco had stoped in her tracks and gasped so hard todoroki was pretty sure she stoped breathing, “TODOROKI YOU DID IT! OMG FINALLY WAIT OMG I HAVE TO GST DEKU AND TSU AND IIDA AND MOMO AND AND-” she ran down the hallway shouting causing everyone to wake up, “wait...y-you liked me!?” Denki looked shocked and lost all while his face slowly steamed up, “ah, well yes, I figured you knew..” Todoroki looked at him blankly with the slightest bit of blush on his cheeks. “N-no, how would I know...” Todoroki pulled the blonde up for another kiss, then kissed his nose, “well, I figured when I did that you got the hint...” Todoroki chuckled softly before realizing he broke his boyfriend, “I-...” “wait-..” “hold up” “WHAT THE DUCK ICY-HOT HET A ROOM!” Todoroki turned around and looked at Bakugou in the eyes, “we did, then you broke the door.” The other responded with his signature ‘Tch’ before turning around “alright fuckers I’m going to bed- don’t fuck around to much and keep the damn noise down.” He walked off back to his dorm.

“Ah” they both sighed in relief when every one finally left them alone to go back to sleep, it had been a long day for Kaminari and Todoroki just wanted to cuddle his now, boyfriend in quiet but with everyone smuthering them they both felt to uncomfortable to cuddle up that close. “T-Todoroki?” Todoroki looked up to the blonde sitting next to him, “hmm?” “Do you- I mean like are we....are we togethe—r??” His voice cracked as he looked down back at his lap, “Kaminari... do you want us, to be? Uhm, together that is..” Todoroki sat up straight and turned his body toward the blonde, he saw the blondes whole face and got a bit worried, “Denki...are you alright??” He put his hand on his forehead, “ah!” Kaminari flinched and let out a tiny scratched scream. Kaminari looked up at the boy infront of him, the one that always knew what was wrong, and always knew just want to say even if he didn’t think he did, the one who was so beautiful and peaceful all the time, this boy, this boy who he has had a crush on since first year of high school. The boy who just asked him if they were together...

“Yes.” After a few minutes of silence, where Todoroki worried he had said something wrong, and What he could do to fix it had looked up at the sudden sound within the quiet room. “Yes, uh, we are together, I mean- I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say....” he paused and sighed, “damn, I feel like I’ve been holding that in forever, like some kind of stupid secret that I locked up in my mind. Not letting anyone see it, in case you where in love with someone else, I didn’t want to ruin that, I didn’t want to ruin your* love life, what could be your most amazing life with my stupid confession... it feels nice to finally have it out in the open, to know that you don’t hate me..” Todoroki was shocked....

[spiritofchaoticdreams]

Into the Ladyverse

This is based on my Random Miraculous Thought, which in turn was based on Into The Spiderverse

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Marinette was practically skipping on her way to school. Sure, things haven't been the same since Lila came back, but she still had friends that believed in her! Friends like Kim, Alix, Max, Chloe, Nino, Kagami and the members of Kitty Section. They all stood by her side when Lila tried to ruin her reputation. Unfortunately, Lila's lies didn't just affect Marinette.

Nino and Alya had broken up about two months ago. Lila had lied about seeing Nino cheating on Alya with Marinette, causing a massive fight between the two girls. Poor Nino in tears at the end of it.

Lila cost Alix her spot as a contestant on a new skating show by claiming the pink haired girl had pushed her down the stairs. The producers believed Alix but they didn’t want to take the chance and told her that she was a liability.

When she walked through the gates of the courtyard she was expecting to hear Lila lying about something. What she wasn't expecting to see was a group of people that looked like her. Some of them looking like they had been cosplaying, was that a pirate?

Everyone in the courtyard was just staring at the group, Marinette could feel their eyes digging into her as she stood confused. She was tempted to just turn around and walk back home, but she knew this wasn't a dream. Tikki had made sure she woke up bright and early today because she had a big test in Mendeliev's class.

Suddenly a tiny version of herself flew up to greet her. "Hi! I am Mar'i! You must be Marinette! It's nice to meet you!", she cheered. Marinette felt Mar'i's eyes bore into hers. Mari's eyes were green, like emeralds, Marinette almost got lost in them when she noticed something.

'Her hair was on fire. Her hair was on fire! The flying child’s hair was on fire! Why were none of the other Marinette's freaking out?!', Marinette thought as she frantically dug out a water bottle from her purse. She was about to douse the fire out when a hand grabbed her arm. Her arms followed the hand to the face of a Marinette dressed like Jack Sparrow.

"Woah there! The lass's hair is 'sposed to do that!, Piratenette said.”Had me concerned first time I saw it too.”

"Okay everyone, I believe some introductions are in order.", A Marinette dressed in a priestess outfit spoke up. All the Marinettes stood up like the Radio City Rockettes. 

“Name’s Marin Dupain Cheng!” The only boy said, his appearance not that different from Marinette, his chin and nose where just more masculine. 

“I’m Temari Hino”, bowed the Marinette dressed as a Japanese priestess, aside from the wardrobe she and Marinette looked exactly alike, save for the freckles and the hair. Temari’s hair was really long, it reached past her butt.

“I be Captain Marinette Dupain! Call me Mary Read!”, Said the pirate dressed Marinette, she looked to be way older than Marinette, like in her mid 20s

“I’m Mariana Sancoeur,” Said the Marinette who looked like she stepped right out of a 80s biker gang.

“I’m Mar’i Grayson! I’m seven years old and I like ponies and-” Poor little Mar’i was cut off by “I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng! But I prefer Nettie!”, said the Marinette dressed head to toe in a cat based outfit. Even her shoes had little black cats on them!

“Okay is that everyone? Okay what are you all doing here in my universe!”, Said an exasperated Marinette. 

“Ooh! I can answer that one!”, said Mary, “Thing is we were all taken from our worlds by a mysterious cloaked person! We ‘lmost had her, but that coward sent us all ‘ere.”

“Did we fail?”, came a reply from Mar’i, everyone’s hearts broke at seeing her big green eyes well up with tears. 

“NO!”, was all the replies from the Marinettes. “We just haven’t won yet!”, Came the eager cheer of Marin. “Soon enough we’ll all be back home with our families!”

“Oh Ladybug and Chat Noir can help you!”, came a shout from an excited Alya. Marinette had forgotten that the entire school was watching them.

Nettie asked, "Whose Chat Noir?"

Everyone looked at her, Alya then said, "He's one of the heros of Paris. Isn't he who inspired your outfit? 

Nettie smiles and says , "My outfit was based off of Black Lynx! He's Ladybug's partner in my universe! He's super cool! He’s the cat’s meow! He’s purrfect!   The way he saves the day and risks his life to save Ladybug!” Marinette watched as Nettie’s face began to resemble a tomato more than a person. 

‘Is this how I am with Adrien?’, Marinette wondered. 

“Paw-don me! But don’t you guys think we should be taking this to a more private place?”, Came an emotionless Mariana. Everyone nodded and began their trek to Marinette’s house. Marinette was stopped by a hand roughly grabbing her arm, she looked to its owner and saw Alya.

“Girl you gotta let me come! This could be the scoop of a lifetime!”, The redhead was grinning ear to ear. Marinette would’ve said yes, but the memories of Alya’s taunts and sneers began to ring in her ears.

“I’m sorry Alya, I’ve got to go.”,Marinette said as she pulled her arm away. She felt Tikki patting her hand as they walked right out the doors. Marinette’s eyes met the cold eyes of Mariana. 

“Lila Rossi made good on her promise?” Mariana asked, when Marinette nodded she laughed, “Yeah she tried that on me, I just threatened her back. She hasn’t said a word to or about me since.” Mariana stared at Marinette with a look that could freeze hell over, “Just remember that what they say means nothing to you. Lila’s just a black hole trying to eat up all your starlight” 

When Mariana walked off to join the others, Marinette was left confused by her words, ‘Was she trying to comfort me?’, she asked herself ‘Well it worked!’  She smiled and ran to catch up with the others.

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(Author's note) SURPRISE! Two fics in one day!  May or may not continue this! Depends on what you guys think

Also,the name Black Lynx came from an anime I used to watch called Shugo Chara. One of the characters had a magical girl transformation and their powered up name was Black Lynx. The hero in my fic is not the same character, just me being a fangirl.  

Also, also, props to whoever got the reference of Temari Hino! (Just replace Temari witn Rei if you didn’t get it) I replaced Gemnette with a reference (Sue me!)

[chocolatemillkk]

Outed (CM)

Request: Hey please could you write a conor or jack imagine kind of like them having a secret relationship and then eventually each boy finds out and you explain how they find out?? I’m not sure if this makes sense x

"There she is," I hear my boyfriend's voice behind me and I turn, ready to hold him after being apart for the last month but freeze after a step. His brother walks in beside him and glances at me.

"Hey!" I pause. I wipe my hands on a dishcloth-I'd been preparing Conor's favourite meal for his homecoming as a surprise to him but my surprise was Jack being here. I smile and decide to go in for a hug, feeling like I could relax for the first time with his arms around me but Conor cheekily slides his hand lower. I push him off and give him a stern look. "How did you two even get in?"

"Conor has a key?" Jack says. "I can't believe you gave him a key when he always loses everything! Why don't I get a key to your flat? I'm responsible!"

The truth of it was that Conor and I were dating on the down-low. But instead I say, "I just like him better."

"Even though I'm the one that helped you move your new fridge in last week?" Jack pretends to be offended.

"Right, that's when you drank the case of beer and cake I was saving for later?"

"You can't leave a piece of cake on a plate and expect it to not be eaten!" Jack looks to his brother for support.

"It's true," Conor shrugs, opening the fridge himself. "Cake out in the open is fair game."

"Why do I bother," I never got through to the boys on such topics. I walk back to the kitchen countertop and squint at the recipe on my phone. I hear the two brothers retreat into the living room and then footsteps behind me.

"How's my lover doing?" Conor whispers in my ear before he hugs me from behind.

"Babe, your brother!" I squirm in his embrace but he holds on tight, kissing the side of my face.

"He won't come in." Conor says quietly. I turn in his embrace and brush back his hair.

"He could," I say but it was a losing fight. Seeing Conor this close and being in his arms reminded me how much I'd missed him. It stirred all the feelings I'd had for all those weeks. When we finally kiss after a millenium apart, I feel him sigh into me, his hand moving up my back and tangling into my hair.

"I. Bloody. Knew it!"

Jack stands grinning in the doorway with his arms crossed. Conor and I jump apart but it was already too late. "It was too damn quiet in here!" Jack steps forward. "I knew something was going on! How long brother? How long have you been bedding Y/N?"

"Gross!" I say, annoyed and nervous that Jack suddenly knew.

"Jack-shit-you can't tell anyone. We're...we've been together for a while just don't open your big mouth and tell anyone." Conor replies.

"Why not? The boys will be thrilled." Jack says.

"Jack. Don't." Conor says and it sounds like a threat.

"Fine!" Jack raises his hands. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to catch up then. But you owe me leftovers of whatever Y/N's making. Remember kids, safe sex only."

We hear the door slam behind Jack and release the breath simultaneously. This makes us laugh but it soon turns into a make-up session of the last month, the dinner decidedly delayed.

〰Conor and I weren't embarassed of the other-that's not why we kept our relationship a secret. It was just that as soon as it went public, it wouldn't be Conor and me. It would be Conor, me, our families, his fans, and our friends. We just wanted to keep things to ourselves for now. Well between us and Jack it seemed.

"I have no clean clothes," Conor says over the phone. I stand in my bath robe trying to find an outfit for the night out myself.

"You must have something!" I say absentmindedly.

"I haven't unpacked and I've already gone through the clothes I left here."

"This is why I tell you not to get lazy about laundry," I scold, eyeing a navy blue dress. "You have enough time to put a shirt through a washer and dryer?"

"Maybe I'll just see which one smells the least?"

"Conor. Do not do that." I pause. "That never goes well with you!"

Conor cracks some joke to distract the fact that he was going to do exactly that and I just sigh-knowing he wasn't listening. At the club, the boys are easy to spot and I see a few of my friends there too. We say our hellos and Conor eventually finds his way to me. The first thing I do is ask him if he was actually wearing a clean shirt as he wraps his arms around me-we were tucked away enough that his hand on my waist wasn't an issue.

Conor bluffs that his shirt was clean so I point out the dark stain on the collar. "Babe, what is that then?"

Hr cranes his neck to look at the stain and begins to laughs like the stain just told him the funniest joke. "Man I can never hide anything from you! That's chocolate syrup."

I watch as he laughs, trying to scratch at the stain, and fondness floods through me, filling my heart to the brim. I suddenly feel the need to show him just how much he meant to me so I stretch up and kiss him. He reacts right away, lowering himself while holding me to him, his tongue skimming my bottom lip to deepen the kiss. His mouth moves lower, grazing my jaw and peppering kisses along my neck. I push myself against him, wanting to be closer but in the brief second I open my eyes, I spot Joe directly behind us, shock written all over his face.

"Con," I push him off and he turns to see what I was staring at. It's like a showdown as the three of us stare at each other for a moment and then a group of guys get between us. Shit.

I didn't see anything. Joe's name lights up my screen an instant later and I look at it like a lifeline. I show Conor and we trusted him not to say anything so we grab our drinks and decide to find a darker corner where there was no chance of being spotted.

〰Conor was texting me trying to convince me to go to his flat for the night. Josh and Caspar were at a premiere and he promised it would be empty. But I text him back: Too many people know about us already babe! Just come to mine?

He responds saying: I want to see you in my bed . Please? Which does make me want to go but I bite my lip, debating the odds of Caspar and Josh coming home early. Knowing how long these things ran, I decide I could go over. I decide to dress into something sexy and throw my rain coat over top. It went well below my bottom and covered what I was wearing.

Conor leaves the door unlocked. I walk to his room and spot the candles he had covered every surface witn as well as the bottle of wine.

"Are you trying to start a fire? Who's candles did you steal?" I tease.

"Caspar-but don't tell him." Conor pours us a large amount of wine.

"I won't need to babe, he'll smell them." I tease him. There were at least four of the same scented candles that filled the air with a rose-vanilla scent and multiple tea candles scattered on the dresser.

"Do you like it?" Conor asks eagerly.

"I do," I sit beside him on the bed. "It's sweet. I don't think I've ever had anyone do this for me."

Conor smiles at this. He gets up and walks to the bedside table and a song starts playing, old and nostalgic sounding. He walks back and holds out his hand. "May I have this dance?" He asks in a proper British voice-like the ones in the movie we watched the other night.

"I'm sorry sir but I'm waiting for my bethrothed," I pretend to appear uninterested, even sticking my nose up in the air. I watch Conor scrunchle his nose before he grabs my hand and kisses it.

"Fuck your bethrothed," he says seriously. I look up in shock and we burst into giggles, Conor pulling me into his chest. I bury my face into it and as our laughing subsides, we sway together to the music. In the heat of the candles and the comfort of my boyfriend, I have a deep ache, a desire to be able to do this in the open. To not be so secretive and have him hold me in public. But then I think of the intimacy being posted all over the internet and shudder at the reality.

"You cold?" Conor's voice comes from atop.

"No, you're doing a good job of being a human heater." I say.

"How about a human vaccuum?" Conor asks before he plants his lips on mine and gives me a sloppy kiss on purpose.

"Gross!" I hit him and he falls backward onto the bed. "That's so much saliva I'm surprised you have any left."

That sends Conor into a fit of laughter, laying on the bed to let it out but when he recovers I tell him I had a surprise for him. His expression goes from amused to serious in an instant as I unzip my jacket and let it fall to the floor.

"When did I get so lucky?" Conor asks in wonder, holding his hand out and this time I grasp it right away as he pulls me onto him and into bed.

〰"Con," I shake him gently. I woke up in a frenzy, realising I had slept over instead of going home last night. We didn't hear the boys come in but I assumed they were up. Conor groans so I poke him some more and then throw my hair in a ponytail before pulling on his shirt and my jacket. Once they're on, I shake Conor until he grumbles.

"Josh and Caspar!" I whisper. "I need to go and they're here!"

"Shit," Conor is instantly awake, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He slowly swings his legs off the bed. "Wait here, love."

I wait by the door as he peeks out and checks that Josh and Caspar were in their bedrooms, behind closed doors.

"It's all clear. I need the toilet-I'll see you tonight?" Conor asks. His face is puffy from sleep and he has a colourful love bite at the base of his neck. I stroke it before giving him a peck.

"Okay," I say. Conor kisses me again, walking me to the wall and sliding my hands over my head but the clatter of something next door makes us jump apart.

"I'll go out first," Conor winks and I watch him go. It's only when the bathroom door closes that I rush to the front door.

"Y/N?" I hear a confused voice behind me. My legs want to run as fast as possible but my head tells me that I was caught and I had to face the consequences.

"Hey!" I turn with a smile, the sound of my voice high pitched and too loud for the morning. "I was just leaving."

Josh scratches his bedhead. "When-why are you...here?"

"Y/N?" Caspar pops his head out of his room. "I thought I heard your voice."

In another universe, I could have played this off. But Caspar walks past Conor's open door to get to where I stood and the scene inside gives him pause. I can imagine what he saw-rumpled bedsheets, half-melted candles, and two empty wine glasses.

"I was wondering who the special someone was," Caspar says, a shit-eating grin slowly crawling onto his face. "Conor doesn't steal my candles for anyone."

"Wait," Josh realises what was going on. "Is that even allowed? Are we allowed to date each other? Hey! Conor!" Josh barges up to the door and slams it. Conor's head pops out a moment later and seeing I was still there and the expression on my face he walks out, still wearing just his pants.

"What?" He asks, his eyes bouncing from me to Caspar to Josh and back again. "Can't I use the toilet in peace."

"Oh don't play innocent my friend," Josh puts his arm around Conor a little aggressively and takes steps towards us. "Do you want to tell us why Y/N is here so early in the morning? Maybe it has something to do with that interesting mark on your neck?"

I open my mouth but Josh stops me before I could say anything. Caspar giggles, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Conor?"

"Uh," Conor looks at me for a clue as to what was going on but I shrug, it was too obvious now. "I...Y/N and I are..."

"Sleeping together!" Caspar shouts and turns to me. "I can't believe you got with him! I always thought you and Jack had a thing."

"Ew," I say at the same time Conor says "What the fuck?"

"We don't," I say quickly to Conor. I can already see the insecurity rising. "Conor's my-I-I'm seeing Conor. Not Jack."

"Wait you two are seeing seeing each other?" The information seems to be blowing Josh's mind while Caspar just stands with a grin on his face. "Why the hell don't any of us know?"

"...didn't want to make it a big deal." Conor cuts me off as he senses my anxiety over trying to explain. "Just don't tell anyone guys?"

"Sure okay-no wait-one condition. Only if you help me out with that tall friend of yours I've been asking you to hook me up with for ages!" Josh says.

Conor shrugs. "Fine bro. But it's your funeral."

We snicker, knowing who they were talking about but Josh sighs, "She's really attractive!"

"My lips are sealed," Caspar zips his lips at me, and Conor and I exchange a glance. We were cutting it close.

〰It seemed the universe was outting Conor and I because it no longer came as a surprise when Mikey walked in on us fooling around; since Caspar and Josh knew, we took the advantage of being able to finally hang out at Conor's flat and not just mine. That's what we were doing that Sunday.

I stayed the night and was up early, making breakfast for the boys. We ate it together before Caspar went out and Josh retreated to his room to edit. Conor and I took the opportunity to cuddle on the couch and talk through a movie I had already seen before.

"Don't you want to go somewhere for your birthday?" Conor asks, weaving his hands through my hair.

"Is anyone home here or am I-oh hey Conor where the hell...Y/N?" Mikey's booming voice files through a range of emotions before settling on disbelief as he takes us in-our tangled legs, my head on Conor's chest, one of his hands in my hair, the other holding mine. He looks between us, his brows pinching together before they slowly part and a grin overtakes his face. "Ohh you two are so busted."

"Mikey," I say wearily. Conor sits up and we separate from the other-not that it made a difference anymore. "You caught us-but please don't let anyone know. We're trying to keep it on the low."

"Oh I won't," Mikey says with a smile that says otherwise.

"Mikey! You're the only one to know besides Josh in the room alright?" Conor fumbles. "So you can't tell anyone. Okay? We trust you." And Mikey is so convinced he's the only person to know that he reassures us our secret was safe with him. And we believe him.

〰A few weeks later we're all gathered at Joe's to watch a football match. Conor and I sit beside one another-the boys now indiviually knew we were together but we didn't want to call attention to us although Jack and Mikey kept raising their eyebrows at us thinking they were the only ones who knew. But during the game, while the room is darkened, I lean my head on Conor's shoulder and he keeps an arm around me. We even sneak in a kiss thinking nobody saw us but we were wrong.

"I didn't want to interrupt the game," Oli says during half-time. He turns to Conor and I who've moved slightly away from the other. "But did I just see you two kissing during the game?"

Conor and I look at each other like not again. Everyone stares at us too but Mikey speaks up. "Listen Oli, mate, it's a delicate situation but I'll break it to you: Y/N and Conor-"

"Wait you know?" Jack turns to Mikey who smugly confirms it.

"I thought we only knew," Caspar points to him and Josh. "Aw Josh I thought we were the smart ones!"

"Wait what exactly does everyone know?" Oli looks around wildly, trying to piece together the missing information.

"Conor and Y/N are going out," Byron shrugs from where he sits. The revelation makes Oli's jaw drop and raises my own eyebrows.

I"How did you know? Did Joe tell you?" I ask.

"I didn't see anything and I told nobody! You had my word!" Joe says defensively.

Byron shrugs, "You two have been seeing each other since March-you're not that slick. I saw you at the concert we went to back then."

"Wait so we all knew?" Jack pipes in again to confirm. Oli is still trying to quiet everyone to ask Conor directly, however, all the boys are busy discussing how long they've known and when they found out. Conor and I just smile at one another and I go back to resting my head on his chest-unapologetically this time. He kisses the top of my head and gets out his phone to record the chaos.

"This is a video to show the kids," Conor chuckles. And even though I knew it was just a phrase, butterflies errupt in my stomach thinking of having a kid with him and introducing the kid to the chaos that was our friends. But watching the whole lot discuss our relationship without us, being this invested despite not knowing about it, I knew that they supported us no matter what.

[bisexualhobi]

it’s really sad to have grown up witn bts to have had them as a constant in my life through some of my most life changing years like I’m a 95 liner so these are boys around my age that I’ve rooted for yknow and these past few months I’ve just been… uninterested??? unmotivated???? to keep up with them and it’s the first time it’s happened to me. Of course I’ll always be happy for them and their success but it just feels like our values don’t really align anymore and of course they don’t because I’m not a millionaire I’m a low income entry level employee at a company lmfao I don’t blame them for this disconnect it was bound to happen because that’s what fame does. I will never doubt that they are genuine good people but at the end of the day they are also: people. humans who fuck up and make mistakes and they have a massive platform and a lot of fans who (for the lack of a better word) are brainwashed. so when they fuck up it’s normal to call them out — the teepees in some of their promotions that were never addressed, the JJ situation that was handled horribly and IMO covered up, and personally I had issues with hobis hair in CNS and I know I wasn’t alone but it was kinda forgotten about because of the money he put into CNS (good for him for that tho). This isn’t 2013 bangtan being ignorant this is RECENT and while 2013 bts were heavily called out for their actions, now it just seems like their blind fanbase will go to any lengths to defend them because bts apologized in 2013!!!! They aren’t ignorant anymore!!!!! And aside from questionable things THEYVE done (listed above) there is their company which is just *sigh* and I think all of this plus the fact that their recent music has been (to me) kinda bland and clearly just a way to top billboard means i don’t really feel like putting in my all to support them either. I know someone will come in and tell me my music taste is subjective and it is!!! if you love dynamite or butter or are super excited for PTD that’s awesome! and I’m happy for you! But on a personal level I feel a disconnect and on a personal level I’m a little meh about everything rn.

As always ty for being one of the sane ones around here. I’m happy to see others sharing in my opinions when I once thought I was alone. Also sorry this got long lol

it's okay! i hope you feel better abt your relationship to bts soon but don't feel pressured or guilty for it

[thedeviljudges]

Cumbersome is the weight of a heavy heart, much like the reflection of his face in the mirror. What was once a solid vision is now nothing but warped fragments of glass, split down a road of cracks, tiny pieces clinking onto the porcelain of the sink below while others find refuge as embedded slivers across his knuckles.

It’s much easier this way, to be addicted to pain when everything else is numb. He thinks maybe this is why he lashes out, why anger erupts like a volcano and damages everything in its vicinity. But the instinctive curl of his lip reminds him that no excuse will save him from the depths of hell he’d dug himself into.

And boy did he fucking dig.

It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long, with too much pride and too much abandonment constantly squeezing him senseless. And yet, there’s not an ounce of forgiveness for himself; most often, it feels like he’d been born with a devil on his shoulder.

With a reckless tide still lingering on the shores of his heart rather than retreating into the ocean like it ought to, he hisses deeply as he runs the water over his bleeding hand. It hurts, but in a good way, stinging the open flesh and washing it free like the broken glass was never there to begin with.

There will be hell to pay for his damages, another long moment frozen in time, the tick of the clock the only window of distraction while his face and his body succumbs to ridicule at the hand of another.

His heart squeezes painfully in his chest at the thought, feels the tears at the corner of his eyes, but Billy refuses to let them fall. He won’t let himself do that again, shed any more tears for a man who doesn’t deserve that much, if anything at all.

As if he deserves that much either.

Licking the front of his teeth, he shuts off the water and forgoes any medicine that might dull the ache he’s brought upon himself. One would think he’d have an aversion to it, that itching growth of discomfort rotting down to the bone, but he doesn’t. It makes him feel like nothing else, a high discovered too young, a friend in times of great need.

Well, that’s what he likes to make himself believe.

And it proves true when Billy picks up on the footsteps looming like thunder, dragging soles against the grain of the floor. Panic first, accidentally sees it in what’s left of the mirror before he shuts that straight down. It’s a hell of a lot easier to deny the emotions that rage inside of him than it is to take comfort in what they could mean, that some things aren’t entirely his fault. Though, that certainly doesn’t stop the steps from drawing nearer.

Breathing deeply, Billy schools his face and lets everything settle, an absurd calmness perfected.

In the end, he’ll realize there wasn’t a need, but the titillating moment of opening the door and knowing who he might find behind it is pure agony all the same.

Billy opens the door only to be met by a munchkin of a girl with rust colored hair, and once again, the tears sting but do not fall. He breathes again, struggling, but the muscles in his shoulder don’t relax like they ought to. It’s not Max’s fault. It’s never been her fault for falling into a family he wishes he could’ve saved her from. The torment they all bear in this house and the many others they previously lived in, weighs them all down.

And if there’s one thing Billy can admit to himself, is that the fire within Max has not yet been extinguished. No matter his selfish behavior and his attempt to protect, she’s stood strong, and he’s glad there’s at least one thing he’s not responsible for breaking. Scarred? Yes, and only time may heal those wounds, but for now, it’s enough; it’ll have to be enough.

“Steve’s here,” she says plainly, like she can’t be bothered to give him much more than a wary attitude, all perfectly understandable and something they’re both still healing from.

Relief comes running, a slight annoyance, but relief nonetheless. He’d asked Steve never to show his face around here if he could help it, but it seems the daredevil got wind that his parents were out of town for the night. A reprieve that won’t last long but welcomed all the same.

Billy makes the mistake of scratching his jaw after that, gives a muffled, “thanks,” with every intention of finding Steve and getting the fuck out of here.

But Max’s voice drifts through, eyes locking on his busted hand, droplets of blood still building behind scabbing wounds. “What the fuck happened?”

“Language,” he says roughly, though he hardly means it. There’s much worse she could be doing than ringing out dirt-covered words.

“Did you-” she starts, but quickly closes her mouth when Billy arches a brow. He’s not laid a hand on a single person since that night, kept his promise like he said he would.

“It’s nothing,” he says, though the lie feels like cotton on his tongue. “Don’t worry about it.”

She huffs, annoyed that he won’t tell her despite the fact he knows she’ll discover the evidence soon enough. There will be no need for exposing his true transgressions, and in all honesty, he doesn’t want her afraid of him again. But sometimes, sometimes everything is a little too much, like his reflection in the mirror or how trapped he feels despite the fact that if he really wanted, he could leave and never look back.

But what would that mean for Max, for his stepmother, for this house that had every ounce of potential to burn to the ground?

The silence reigns between them, but only for a minute. There are more footsteps, and while Billy notices the ease in Max’s shoulders, it doesn’t stop him from coiling up tight again, much like a snake ready to bite.

“Everything okay?” comes the voice first before Steve appears around the corner. He pauses to glance between them, not sure of what he’s walked into and uncertain of asking out loud.

Billy just blinks at him, at first, not registering the fact that Steve, Steve of all people is in his house for the first time since they started this…. thing between them. There are no labels, not yet, and Max sure as shit knows; it’s probably why she’s smirking rather than glaring, but Billy hardly processes it, has half a mind to send Steve away from so many tainted walls and the smell of misery that lingers in this house.

Steve’s too good for this.

“It’s okay,” Max replies, glancing up at Billy for a quick second before turning her back on them. Her room isn’t far, and Billy suspects she’ll spend her evening debating on whether she should kick it or leave for another new adventure. “Just don’t stay out late.”

He doesn’t realize it until it happens, but a laugh, small and hardly noticeable, makes its way past Billy’s lips, He’s caught in Steve’s gaze, warmth taking hold of him now rather than any fear he’d previously had, and it’s welcome. No matter how much he’d like to berate Steve for showing up, he won’t because Billy realizes that maybe this is exactly what he needed.

“We’re putting Neosporin on that.”

And then he’s scowling. “Fuck you, it’s fine,” he replies without any heat behind the words. Steve will absolutely find some and apply it; there’s no questioning that, and Billy will absolutely let him do it.

Steve grins, though, lazily as he waits for Billy to draw closer. This time, it’s his steps that hum throughout a near-empty house, stumbling across the realization that Steve is actually here. He’d come looking for Billy, specifically, risked showing up at his door just for the sake of it. “You got a death wish or something?”

That grin only gets wider on Steve’s lips, simply shrugging with, “you’ve no idea.”

Curiouser and curiouser; it makes Billy wonder. He doesn’t pry, though, just like Steve doesn’t request more than Billy is ready to let on. But maybe one day he’ll share, and the excitement that filters through his chest is still so new, Billy often doesn’t know what to make of it, carefully hesitant but interesting all the same.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says instead, gently pulling at the collar of Steve’s jacket. It’s a little frayed at the edges, and it’s most certainly too preppy for Billy’s liking, but it fits Steve nicely, brings out the flush in his skin. It’s a good feeling knowing that some things haven’t changed; the prep in him hasn’t left, glistening behind a new growth of self-assurance in such a way Billy doesn’t remember Steve having when they’d first met. Now, it shows without apology, and he knows it had nothing to do with him.

It makes him proud.

“You ready?” Steve prompts, though he’s not said where he wants to go. The sad thing is, Billy will follow anyway. He’d follow Steve anywhere he’d ask him to if it meant they were in the same orbit.

There’s a gentleness in the air now, like soft pine trees blowing in the breeze. While eerily quiet, the house doesn’t feel so heavy like it once did, and Billy’s nearly forgotten what he’d done to his hand, to the mirror, and how scarred his heart has become. Too often he’s licked his wounds by himself, made easier with time and reassurance that he could always pick himself back up on his own. But there’s something here, a poignant feeling tracing the lines of an angry cloud that had settled over the roof the moment Billy and his family walked through the door.

Little by little, it’s like the clouds part, and while he’s standing in one of the most vain places he’s ever known, it doesn’t feel so suffocating as he’s used to.

Temporarily, he thinks, but as he nudges the underside of Steve’s jaw with calloused fingers and a slight shake, Billy allows himself that what if. Unintended as it may be, as most things don’t ever go according to plan, he knows that sometimes that’s okay. It’s learning that surprises can be good things, and who would he be if he completely filtered out the impulsiveness that’s kept them both on their toes?

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says, watching the surprise cross Steve’s face, wholly welcomed as Billy pulls him in, tasting Steve in a warped dimension where things have been righted, and he’s not standing on floorboards that have witnessed too much spilled blood.

Slow and chaste, but warm and sweet like wine upon their lips, Billy allows himself to curl his fingers into Steve’s jacket. Doesn’t dwell on much else as Steve moans into his mouth.

He’s also the first to pull away, red lips and breathless, but this feeling? This one that’s worked it’s way deep down inside of him, makes him feel alive for the first time in a long time; much more than his fist marrying glass or the twist in his gut after a slew of bitter words. The thrill of the fuck you behind his teeth, images of his father watching with rage and displeasure, fester in all the right places. The sick thrill of pissing off a man who’d done more wrong than right in his entire goddamn life.

There’s fire in Billy’s eyes when he blinks, like a self-fulfilling prophecy etched into the white, full of decisions and determination that won’t lead him astray anymore.

Steve nudges him, narrowing his eyes with intrigue until it’s Billy’s turn to smirk something mischievous. “You make me feel too damn brave.”

The words are out onto the air before he can stop them, and it’s not like Billy would take them back anyway. Though before Steve can reply, before Billy even lets him open his mouth, he’s knocking shoulders with him as he passes, an attempt at playful and a direct plead for his momentarily cracked guard to remain unquestioned.

Billy heads to the front of the house with Steve just on his tail, and while their dynamic isn’t entirely defined, whatever just transpired is one for the books.

Books Billy is willing to reopen the next time this house trembles with too much rage, a secret best kept between his heart and his mind. Satisfaction at it’s finest because now? Now Billy has something worthwhile, and there’s nothing here that can take that away.

[who-is-this-nerd]

I wrote a Glee fic. It’s all love n fluff.

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Five years ago today, my girl, the one who I made a baby with (and we gave up for adoption) said yes when I asked her out. I could not have been more happy then, and and more overjoyed now-on our five year anniversary.

Since that fateful Glee reunion with everyone else, where she became my official girlfriend, we’ve been busy.

...No, not that kind of busy, I mean the moving-across-the-country-and-career-orianted kind of busy.

After graduating from Yale (At the top of her class, I might add), Quinn got a job at an adoption agency, and after Finn’s death and then High School Graduation, I wound up in the military.

“So Puck, are you eventually going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked, swinging our intertwined hands and pulling me from my thoughts.

“I can’t ruin a perfectly good surprise, babe!” I teased. “We’ll be there in a moment, anyway.”

“Aw, you know I hate surprises...”

“But I know you’ll love this one!” I smirked.

“I suppose I have to expect this, knowing what today is.” She grinned. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Quinnie.”

The conversation stopped, then, and we walked on in companionable silence. Around us, green leaves grew on the trees, the light April wind signifying that Spring was indeed upon us.

I looked at Quinn then and smiled. Sometimes it still didn’t seem real that life could be this good.

I shook my head, frowing amusedly. It also seems weird to think that I once thought I would never graduate high school...

“What’s wrong, Puck?”

She can always tell when something’s up. She knows me so well.

“Nothing. I just...I’m thinking about how much has changed for me in the last five years. I remember when I felt like I wouldn’t graduate high school, and I remember thinking after you got pregnant with Beth that you wouldn’t ever actually want to be with me.”

“But you did graduate, and I am with you. And I think I should inform you that I don’t plan on leaving. Ever.” That last sentance dripped with cheek. “Before Beth, and before the whole thing with Shelby...I was so naieve. I thought I already knew everything. I thought I only wanted Friends with Benefits, because I thought I would be better at handling life alone.”

“But you’re not alone.”

“I know.”

A comfortable silence enveloped us again, and a few minutes later, a fancy resturant came into view.

“The Little York Coffeehouse!” She squealed. “Oh, remember when we used to come here with Rachel and Kurt...”

I held the door open, and she gasped again as the pair of us walked inside.

“RACHEL! KURT!” Quinn ran towards our friends from Glee, letting go of my hand and enveloping the two in hugs.

“For being the only two other Glee kids who live here, it’s been too long since we’ve seen you!” She admonished, and I giggled.

“Rachel, Kurt! It’s wonderful to see you both!”

We took seats by a bay window, and a barista came by to take our order.

“I’ll take an espresso, please.” I began.

“Nonfat lattè.” Rachel piped up.

“I’ll just take water, thanks.” said Kurt.

“I’ll take an espresso as well.” Quinn said to the barista. “With a shot of vanilla flavoring.”

“Wonderful, I’ll be back with those in a minute.” The barista said, sprinting away.

“So Rachel, how’s the pregnancy?”

“It’s going well! I’m 32 weeks along now. The doctor said the baby wouldn’t be in any danger if she came now, and thankfully, that I wouldn’t either.

“And you’re a surrogate for Kurt and Blaine, aren’t you?” Quinn interrogated.

“Well, when they asked, I just couldn’t say no!” the short brunette answered cheerfully. “Jesse took the idea in stride, of course.”

“I think he was more on board with the idea when Blaine and I asked him to be the Godfather.” Kurt added dryly.

“You two are going to be the best dads! Where is Blaine today, anyway?”

“He’s stuck at work. He would have loved to see you both, especially to celebrate your anniversary. Ah well, I bet you’ll see him tomorrow, if not later today!” He giggled behind his hand and winked.

I shot him a glare. Dude, that’s supposed to be a surprise.

“Noah...” I gulped. Quinn, on my request, did not use my first name often-except for when she spoke in her warning voice, like, you best tell me what’s going on right now, Mr. The way she said it now seemed to be one such of those times.

“What did he mean by that?”

I smirked (and so did Rachel and Kurt, who knew what the surprise was. In fact, she, Kurt, Jesse, and Blaine were going to be joining us). Before I could speak, however, the barista walked over with our drinks.

“Here you go guys! Have a great day!” She left, and I decided to spoil half of the surprise.

“Hey Quinn...how would you like to go to Lima today?”

She gasped in response, obviously elated.

Her exitement was all the answer I needed.

-

“We’ll see you two at the airport in an hour.” I said in farewell.

“Does...that mean they’re coming with us?” Quinn asked me, puzzled, as we stepped outside where it had started to sprinkle.

“That makes you happy, I hope?”

“Ecstatic, of course! But Puck, this is a lot to take in...what’s happening, and why didn’t you tell me about this? It seemed like Kurt and Rach already knew.”

“Surprises, surprises, dear! It’s a special day!”

“Can you promise me that there will be no surprises tomorrow? That you’ll tell me exactly what’s going on tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise that, dearest.” I smirked.

“...I really wish that my birthday wasn’t the day after our anniversary sometimes.” She grumbled.

I smirked again.

-

Several hours later, we were on a plane to Lima. Quinn was asleep next to me, her head on my shoulder. I caressed her short blonde hair, but looked up when Rachel spoke across the asle.”

“Hey Puck! You nervous?”

“Despite the fact that I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry this girl since high school...yes, I am.”

“Well, I think it’s good to be nervous. That’s how you know you’ve made the right choice.” said Jesse.

His wife next to him linked her arm in his. “I agree. I think nerves are based on instinct.”

“Deep.” I chuckled.

“You guys are a match made in heaven. She’ll say yes, I guarentee it.” Kurt, ever the romantic, piped up from behind me.

“I hope so.” I patted the sleek black box that was in my pocket.

“Can I see the ring?”

I pulled it from my pocket. “Just don’t pull it out of the box, Rach.”

She gaped. “Wow, it’s gorgeous, Puck. She’ll love it.”

“For that price, she’d better,” I muttered.

“Hey! It’s not the price that matters, but the girl-or boy-you’re giving it to!” Kurt admonished.”

I raised my hands in mock surrender at the look the man was giving me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

-

Until the plane landed, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.

“Quinn.” I whispered, attempting to shake her awake. “Quinnie bear.”

Kurt looked over and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he was having the same problem witn Blaine. These two could sleep through a tornado.

“Quinn!” I said, more loudly this time.

Eventually, I debated on using her first name, though I knew how much she hated it. Finally, at the risk of being punched when she woke up, I decided to.

“Lucy,” I said, speaking loud and clear.

Instantly, Quinn’s head popped up like a daisy. “My name’s not Luc-wha...-“

I giggled. “We’re here, love.”

She smiled in realization.

“Did you succeed in waking Blaine, Kurt?”

“I’m getting there, but he sleeps deeper than a bear in hibernation.”

I laughed outright, along with Rachel and Jesse, who had already pulled down their luggage from the above compartment.

“Blaine!” Kurt half-shouted.

“Are we there yet...?” Blaine mumbled, opening his eyes reluctantly.

“Yes, and that’s why you need to wake up.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, and the rest of us around him, even Quinn who was fully awake now, chuckled.

The two men stood up, pulling their own luggage from the top compartment, and Quinn and I did the same.

As we walked out of the airport, Quinn asked, “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

“We’re all staying at my Dads.” Rachel answered. Not sigular, as in Dad’s, but plural, as in more than one.

“Oh, well thank you.”

“Yeah, thanks Rachel. That’s very kind of you and your parents.”

Later that night, after a delicous dinner of (meat free for Rachel) spaghetti and garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, and singing a few somgs at the piano (as former glee club kids, we couldn’t resist), we went off to bed, not rising until morning.

-

Happy birthday, Quinnie bear!” I whispered, kissing her on the forehead as she slowly woke up.

“Thanks baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Should I shower first, or do you want to?” She asked, sitting up.”

I grinned wickedly. “Together?”

She rolled her eyes, and amused smile forming on her lips.

“Do we really have time for that, with all of the magical...birthday stuff you have planned for today?”

Touchè. “Fine. I’ll let the birthday princess go first, of course, since you’ll probably need just short of forever to get ready.”

She stood up, sticking her toungue out at me playfully before she walked to the bathroom.

I smiled amusedly and walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Today’s the day!” Kurt cheered when he saw me. “You excited?”

“I feel like I might vomit. Whether that’s from nervousness or exitement, I can’t tell.”

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna go great!”

“I talked to Shelby, Coach Sue, Mr. Schue, Emma, Sam, Tina, Mercedes, Mike, Brittney, Santana, and Artie a few minutes ago, They want to know what time you want them there.”

“Well, I’ll hopefully be bringing Quinn around one, so maybe just before then, I guess. Remember how Mr. Schue had all the teachers give Emma flowers as she walked through the halls? I think I’m going to have you guys, Mike, Britt, Tina, Santana, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, little Beth, Shelby, Emma, Coach Sue, and Mr. Schue do the same thing.”

-

Quinn stepped out of the shower gingerly, mind racing. I wonder if today’s the day? No, he’d wait until we’re back in New York for that. Right? Just in case, I should dress nice...

After looking through the clothes I brought multiple times, and feeling grateful that I brought a few dressy articles of clothing as well as casual clothes, I evetually chose a spaghetti strapped yellow sundress with white polka dots.

After brushing my hair, applying some light makeup, and painting my nails a bright cherry red, I walked out to the kitchen where Kurt was making pancakes. I turned until I found Puck. “Your turn for the shower, love.”

“You look incredible. I’ll be back!”

“Happy birthday, Quinn!” Kurt shouted then, when he eventually spotted me.

“Happy birthday!” Rachel said, walking forward to hug me.

“Thanks, guys.”

If he doesn’t ask today, I hope he does soon.”

-

She sighed, looking around contentedly at all the people who felt like family regardless of whether she Puck proposed today or not.

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“Whatever you want, darlin’, it’s yours. Just say the word" with Todoroki? I very much need some fluff in my life rn (〃ω〃)

i had a whole bunch of headcanons for this and i was so excited for my first ask but then i hit post and it failed and deleted thE WHOLE THINGGG. anyways!!! hello anon! you weren’t specific with the context of the line so i improvised! i hope it’s to your liking! ( if it’s not then send me another ask or a message and i’ll rewrite it or make a new one ).

• The people in 1-A aren’t in 1-A for nothing. After a long day of training and bootcamp you were just about ready to drop.

• Todoroki’s breathing was heavy and he was limping. He was training himself and helping you. Look me in the eyes and tell me this boy wouldn’t help you out because he totally would. He would also totally, “accidentally,” send a fireball towards Bakugou when he gets a little careless with where and what he’s blowing up. Almost resulting in you getting injured.

• You walk witn Todoroki to the 1-A dorms and make a beeline straight to your official-unofficial seat.

• He sits down and you drape yourself across his lap. His eyed are closed and his hand is on your head.

• “Shoto?”

• He just mumbles.

• “Can you help me with something?”

• “Whatever you want, darlin’, it’s yours. Just say the word.“

• You stare at him, “I was just gonna ask you to run your fingers through my hair but it’s nice to know how far you’ll go for me,” you smile. He lets out an exasperated sight.

• Snickers can be heard from your classmates somewhere over wherever. He glares and the snickers stop.

• Let’s be real here, Todoroki would do anything for someone he loves. He might not be big on PDA but you can bet your bottom dollar that if you wanted a candy bar he would buy one for you.